My name is Mirabel. I happened to have
an unavoidable attraction for my lecturer in my second year in the
university. It all began one fateful morning when were supposed to have a
lecture, FORTRAN.
It happened that our old lecturer, was
retiring and a replacement was brought to continue with the course. The
outgoing lecturer came into the lecture hall that afternoon with this
young, vibrant looking man who introduced himself as Mr. Desmond. He was
meant to take over from retiring lecturer.
I was lost in erotic thoughts at the
sight of this man that I didn’t even bother to listen to the gibberish
introductory message, I was just focused on his masculine physique that
stole my heart and whole being that instant. He was fondly addressed ad
Mr. Dez by fellow students.
Despite the fact that I was studying a
science inclined course, I was never serious with my studies. I hardly
attend lectures because I had it at the back of my mind that no matter
what happens, the word “Impossible” simply means “I’m possible” in my
dictionary so I didn’t bother myself about that.
I am a very easy going person who
believes that every goal in life is attainable, it doesn’t matter the
paths you took in achieving it. The most important thing is that the set
goal was positively achieved. That was my new mission with my young
lecturer, Mr. Dez. I am a lover of good thing and highly attracted to
cute men, most especially, the young energetic ones.
These characteristics were possessed by
Dez and I was bent on having him grace my bosom. Dez was tall (6ft. 7”),
dark, he had this physique like those hot black Americans we see in
Hollywood movies.
Damn! He was so cute with those
well-arranged sets of teeth with slight opening in the middle upper
front teeth covered with the most red sexy lips I‘ve ever seen.
His smile made my stop for a second. His
eyes were like the blue sky and the shape of his ‘Mandingo’ adorned and
well packaged on the pair of jeans pant he wore that day and a shirt
that graced his broad shoulders.
He was the sexiest creature I ever laid
my eyes on ever since I set foot into the campus. I felt like I had a
mission to accomplish and my goal must be met at the end of it all.
After the introductory class that day, I could not get Dez out of my
head.
He became my imaginary stalker or either
ways. I started attending his class and made sure I never miss any
period just to behold his sensuous presence. Desmond is a kind of man
any responsible girl in her right senses won’t let to pass her by. They
were limitations, I know but I cared less. He was 10 years older that I
was but hardly looked it because of his sporty appearance.
Secondly and most importantly, he was
married with kids, still I damned all the consequences. My fellow course
mates noticed my unusual attendance to lecture more especially that of
Mr. Desmond’s, other courses, I cared less about them because I knew
that definitely I will pass them at any cost (monetary not otherwise).
One day, it was like waiting forever to
be noticed by this super sexy creature of my lecturer. I had an
assignment that I was yet to complete, so I came in earlier enough to do
them to avoid any embarrassment from Mr. Desmond whose class we were
having the next period.
It was as if my heart was calling out to
him, lo and behold, there he was, alone in the lecture with me. Luck
smiled on me that day it was my goal accomplishing day. I greeted him
with the sexiest smiles I had and rested my hands on his broad chest
because I was already standing so close to him.
He was amused and taking aback by my
strange reaction. I comported myself immediately and removed my hands
from his chest, walk closer and gently whispered into his ears that I
will like to see him after the class in his office.
He asked if I was having difficulty with
the course, I affirmed by showing him he undone assignment because
honestly I had no ounce of idea of how to get the right answers to the
most strange questions I’ve ever seen in my entire life, Gosh!
After what seemed like forever to
respond to my request, he told me to see him after the class. The two
hours he spent in class were the most boring of its kind; he kept
repeating one sentence over and over again. I was lost in deep thoughts
while staring at him like suckling looking up to her mother for breast
milk.
He noticed I was absent minded and asked
me a question; it took the intervention of the girl next to me to bring
me back to reality.
At last the class was finally over, I
quickly rushed to my room, took a quick bath, applied a very seductive
perfume, and wore a see-through short gown cover with big, long jacket
and set off to his office with my books. He was almost on his way out
when I walked in.
He shouted at me for keeping him waiting
and asked why I didn’t follow him after the class. Of course the
question was met with silence. I quietly closed the window blind and
locked the door as he stood there moping at me as if he’s seeing double.
I came back and stood in front of him and he asked again, what was that
for?
Before he could complete the question,
my jacket was already on the floor, I stood there almost na.ked. Yes! I
had him under my spell. I knew at this point that he cannot resist me
because all of a sudden his voice disappeared. I moved closer and kissed
him passionately, My Goodness! his lips tasted like honey.
At this point, he could not hold it any
longer, he grabbed my two sumptuous oranges that was pointing at him
like arrows waiting to be released on a prey. He squeezed it so hard
that I noticed the kind of effect I had on him. In no time, we got down
to real business, just exactly as I imagined it.
He was smooth, gentle on the bare floor
and the times we spent was so magical that at that spot, I realized that
I was in love with my lecturer. Nothing else mattered tome then but to
enjoy the sizzling moments with him.
An hour later, we were both dressed up
and I was almost at the door when he suddenly found his voice and asked
what that was all about, I took my time to narrate the story from the
first day he entered into the lecture hall. Apparently he had the same
feeling but was trying to thread with caution.
The affair continued secretly till I
graduated. It’s been three years since I left the university, got a job,
got engaged and getting ready to get married to my supposedly husband. I
never regretted my decision to get what I wanted from my lecturer.
I was only following my heart but know
the difference between love and obsession. It was much later I realized
that I wasn’t really in love with my lecturer rather I was obsessed with
him. You might contribute years of your life into someone else’s, only
to realize at long last that it was all just an infatuation.
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