He wasn’t at all what she had expected. Surely, she thought upon entering the classroom, this man isn’t the notorious forty-something year old author and professor Thomas Clay? He can’t possibly be old enough! But it was he.
She found herself transfixed. Despite his surprisingly youthful appearance, that acclaimed charisma could hardly belong to anyone else. Clay stood astride a chair at the front of the class, and her eyes wandered towards manly thighs, clasping the wooden frame betwixt them like two great columns. Try not to think about his other column! The thought was in her mind before she could stop it, and Alabama Crossley blushed fiercely, pushing a strand of thick glossy brown hair behind her ear. She took at seat at the back of the class. All the better to spy on you with, Tommy, she thought to herself, opening his groundbreaking text and marveling once again at the insights contained therein. Reading his tome had not only changed her mind, it had changed her life. She owed him a debt she thought it unlikely she could ever repay.
Although…as she sat there, admiring his pert buttocks, his wide chest, his finely chiselled jaw and the shock of thick dark hair which few men of his age could boast the like of, she found herself thinking of all sorts of ways Tommy Clay might possibly be repayed…
He was a man of honour. It had been said of him that – while his actual middle name was Simon – it should by rights have been ‘Integrity’. The student-teacher relationship was something he had always considered sacred. Not to mention the bond of marriage, however difficult it had been – married all these years to a woman so clearly his intellectual inferior that sometimes he struggled to make Jennifer understand even the simplest of instructions.
Tommy Clay stared at his own handsome face in the mirror. Of course he didn’t think of himself as handsome, his mind was on higher things. Nevertheless, despite his unawareness, he was extraordinarily attractive. Students had always been attracted to him, yes. This one wasn’t the first. But he couldn’t deny it, the way she had looked at him when she spoke about his book – it had reached inside him to a place. A place which had remained untouched for too many years. Too many years of stilted, lowbrow conversation around the dinner table with Jennifer.
At last, Tommy felt, was a woman who had glimpsed into the infinite reaches of his mind. Dammit Tommy. She’s not a woman. She’s a girl! A girl dammit! He grasped the edges of the porcelain sink, until his knuckles turned as white as the porcelain sink. But at the same time, god – it was obvious however young she was – the girl was no innocent. That was obvious from the way she walked. The clothes she wore. Tommy’s good looking features were ravaged with guilt as the dilemma crossed across them: the girl was coming over to clean his microwave. And he would be here any moment…
Alabama’s heart pounded with anticipation. Waiting there at the front door, she knew this was by far the biggest thing which would ever happen to her in her whole life. To be invited to his house! The honour of wiping the dirt from his microwave! She shivered a little with nerves. Glanced up at the impressive mansion he lived in, realizing that it was only a matter of time before one of the famous blue plaques would adorn this wall. For a brief second, she wondered how it would feel to be Tommy’s wife – knowing that the aforementioned plaque would bear his name and his name alone, despite the fact that she too was a professor in the same field. None could doubt however that Tommy was the genius. Tommy was the one whose works would be remembered throughout history. Tommy was – opening the door! Alabama blushed fiercely, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She adjusted her blouse, tugging it down to reveal more of her pert young breasts. Smoothed her palms over the sluttishly short skirt, deliberately chosen to entice, to seduce, to render Tommy helpless to her charms. Alabama knew exactly what to do with men.
And no matter how extraordinarily clever Tommy was, despite the fact that he was one of the great thinkers of his time, she could tell that he was also a hot-blooded male. He was a man with a powerful sexuality. That kind of charisma just couldn’t be denied. She fluttered her eyelashes, gazing up at the man himself, standing dominantly in the doorway. His eyes raked over her body with undisguised lust – but just in time he remembered himself – beckoning her into the living room, and closing the door behind him. Alabama followed him into the house. She was aware that he was a man of high morals, a devoted husband and family man.
But everyone knew Tony’s wife was a bimbo who didn’t understand him. And anyway, she didn’t care about trivial things like morals. She was going to get her claws into Tommy. And once she did – there was no way she was letting go. He was going to be powerless, once she turned on her witchy charms. There would be literally nothing he could do to stop it.
Not many men have the capacity to feel guilt while simultaneously thrusting their generously proportioned manhood into a hot young vessel. As he pleasured her, Tommy could tell that Alabama had never had a lover like him before. She gasped, her glistening eyes wet with tears and astonishment, as he brought her to her joyous peak over and over again, only allowing himself the momentary release once he was sure she could take no more.
And as they lay there, their bodies entwined – hers young and beautiful, his a little bit older but still strong and firm as a man half his age’s – Tommy reflected that sometimes – extraordinary people are allowed to transgress the laws of every day life. Could he help being a great artist? Of course not. He stroked his fingers over Alabama’s pert young breasts, tantalizing her once more, remembering a quotation from another Great Man Fyodor Dostoevsky about how extraordinary people are allowed to transgress the laws of every day life. Alabama rolled on top of him and begged him to penetrate her once again. And naturally, because he was extraordinary in so very many ways, Tommy was already able to go again…