Carnal Desire Ch. 06

Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face him, feeling a little annoyed with him. "Yes, Mr. Wallace." I replied as I did my best to control the irritation in my voice.

With a cockiness, he stepped closer, which I felt he was invading my personal space. "I was wondering, since we're both new in town, that maybe you and I could go and see the sights together this Saturday." He said with his confidence faltering slightly.

I didn't want to lead him on in any way, up until now, I thought that I had made it perfectly clear to remain professional. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I already made plans to spend time with some friends this weekend." I said as I stepped around him.

"Well maybe some other time then." He stated.

I didn't want him to think he had a chance. "Mr. Wallace, it's very nice of you to offer, but I'm afraid that I would like to keep things with the faculty strictly professional." My tone spoken with authority and confidence. I left him standing there in the hallways as I went straight to my classroom. Not feeling the least bit hypocritical in my response to him.

Now that he knew the door was closed, I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I sat down at my desk. I noted the time, the bell would ring soon. I checked my phone. Still no call from Jordan.

I sighed at the thought of not hearing from her. I missed the sound of her voice, the soothing way that she would say my name, the husky tone just before she would run her fingertips across my skin. I missed the way she would undress me with her eyes, the feel of her body pressed against me. The feel of her lips against mine. I missed being able to run my fingers through her hair as our tongues would collide.

As my thoughts of Jordan began to become more intimate, I could hear the students begin to walk into class, the laughter and chatter of the students broke any solace that were my thoughts. Now was the time I had to focus on the students, I knew that I shouldn't let my mind be easily altered. Especially when I had an important job to do.

A part of me couldn't help but to be upset with Jordan being a no show, yet again. I was angry that she refused to answer any of my calls or texts. I continuously battled with my emotions. One minute I would find myself reminiscing about us in a passionate embrace and then in an instant, I would be mad with the prospect that Jordan didn't have the common decency to want to speak to me. I realize that I sound like a broken record by now, and I'm sorry that I sound a little crazy. Which should further prove the way she makes me feel.

By the time I walked into my home, I was livid with being ignored by the one person that I thought wouldn't hurt me, I sat on my couch, upset with the inner turmoil that is now my life. I had this nagging feeling that I needed to tell someone, but who? Who would listen, understand and most importantly, wouldn't judge me for the major dilemma I was in? I couldn't think of one person.

Then, when I thought all hope was lost, it hit me. I felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. I took out my phone and called the one person that I knew wouldn't judge me or belittle me.

"Keira? Are you able to come over? I could really use a friend." My voice broke on the last sentence.

I texted her the address and before I knew it, the door bell rang. I opened it to find Keira standing there holding ice cream and 2 spoons. Her long hair put into a ponytail, even in a bright pink and black jogging suit she still looked elegant and well poised. Something I felt I could never pull off without seeming like I was trying to hard.

Giving her a warm smile, I made a gesture for her to come in. Somehow, she knew just how to make me feel better, without even saying a word. She walked over to the sofa and put the ice cream and spoons on the coffee table.

Making herself at home, she kicked her shoes off and sat on the couch, tucking both of her legs under her as she propped her right elbow on the back of the sofa. A look of concern etched across her angelic face. I sat down on the sofa, leaving 2 feet of space between us, mirroring her sitting position, but with both of my hands in my lap.

She reached for the ice cream, placing it between us and then she grabbed the spoons and handed me one. "Spill. What's the matter?"

It took me a few minutes to form the words. I knew I was going to have to explain everything from the beginning if she were going to even begin to understand. Keira was patient as I collected my thoughts. Until finally I began. "I have a confession to make." Upon hearing this, Keira's eyes lit up with excitement. She knew she was about to hear some tea.

"I'm in love with one of my students." I confessed. The look on Keira's face was priceless. She was stunned speechless. Before she could get any ideas, I continued, "Now before you start to judge me, just hear me out. It didn't start off like how you might think. Let me explain."

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Thursday, June 11th

The day had started out normal, the sun was shining and not a cloud in sight. The mid-morning heat was climbing. The city of New York was bustling as usual, the people of the city were going about their day just as I had been. I sat in the quaint coffee shop a few blocks from my apartment, reading one of my favorite books, 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings', minding my own business. Enjoying the poetic way Maya Angelou described her childhood and the torment that she experienced at such a young age.

Engrossed in the words that have captured and enthralled me time and time again, I had barely even heard the man that had so boldly took a seat across from me. "I couldn't help but notice that you're sitting here alone." I glanced up at him, he was dressed in a black pinstriped business suit, with short blonde perfectly combed hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. He spoke with an arrogance and fake confidence that spoke volumes about him, I knew instantly that he was the type of man that would demand control in the things that he possessed, even people, mostly women.

Not even bothering to look in his direction. I replied, "How very observant of you." Disinterest evident in my voice. As I attempted to continue to read my book.

"I'm simply stating a fact." He said with a smugness that made me want to throw my scorching hot coffee at him. I didn't of course. I have more restraint than that.

"So, you have." I deadpanned.

"I just thought that you might want some company." He said, clearly ignoring my dismissal of him. There was a time in my life that I would entertain men like him; I could spot them a mile away, I knew it would take a clear rejection for him to leave me alone.

I set my book down on the table and looked him directly in the eyes. "Well, I'm perfectly fine with being alone. Thanks for the offer, but I'm good. Bye." I picked up my book and started reading again.

"Very well then." He replied as he got up from the chair, I waved him off, dismissing home once again. Now that that was over, I could get back to being captivated by the poetically written words. My relief was short lived, I could feel a presence hovering above me.

"Excuse the intrusion, but I was hoping that you might consider doing me the honor of going on a date with me?" I glanced at the man hovering over me, hmm...at least this one seemed nicer. Dressed in a grey business suit, dark brown hair, a light stubble of facial hair.

He wasn't bad looking, just not my type. It didn't help him that, had I not been so annoyed by the previous guy, I might have said yes, but then it dawned on me that, this seemed like some sort of bet or some type of challenge that men seem to do. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I have plans."

"But I didn't even tell you what day." He said, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Like I said, I have plans. Thanks though. Have a nice day." I smiled at him and then waved him off. I was not going to let either of them have the satisfaction of winning.

I took a drink of my coffee and continued to read. I didn't even get to the end of reading the sentence when I heard a man clear his throat as he stood across from me, in an attempt to get my attention. Feeling more than annoyed, I put my book in my purse and grabbed my coffee and made my way to the door to leave, but not before I heard a group of men snicker at their friend.

I know I might seem like a bitch, but I'm not going to be some guys conquest. I have more self-respect than that. Deciding that I needed to let out some aggression, I opted to going to the gym. I walked the 4 blocks to my apartment to retrieve my gym bag.

Once I was safe in the confines of my apartment, I went into the bathroom to fix my hair, putting it in a ponytail. I hastily packed my bag, choosing my white and black spandex pants and my white polyester tank top, making sure to throw in my white Nike Air Max shoes and another outfit for after the gym. I double checked to see if I had my Air Pods and phone, along with my charger, just in case.

I arrived at the gym at around 1:34 pm. Still feeling a little irritated as I remembered the events at the coffee shop. It completely irked me how some men viewed women, as if we were some sort of plaything to do with what and when they pleased and throw them away as if we meant nothing. As if we were less than human.

I'm not naive to think that some women don't do the exact same thing as men, I find the act of such a thing utterly revolting no matter who is doing it. I just prefer the people I associate with to be sincere and to genuinely care. And if that made me seem like a bitch, then so be it. I would gladly take that title, especially with people who wanted to treat me with such disrespect.

Pushing those negative thoughts aside, I checked my surroundings, I've been to this gym a handful of times before. It was new and had modern fixtures on the walls and ceiling. The light grey painted walls accentuating the feel of the grand entrance, the black hardwood flooring brought out the hipster vibe that's become popular in recent years.

The black and grey of the entrance pulled the eyes towards the front desk, which stood 10 yards or so away opposite the front doors. There were people going about what I would imagine was their normal gym routine. I took notice of a couple standing in front of me as I waited in line.

As I waited patiently for someone to call me over, I let my gaze wonder a bit to continue to observe the atmosphere. A couple made their way up the staircase that was just ahead and off to left, which led to the walking track.

Just beyond the staircase was a long glass wall that showcased the gyms equipment room. The locker rooms were located to my right, a moment later a bald tattooed muscular man came walking through the locker room doors. Making his way to the equipment room no doubt. I looked straight ahead, the couple had finished and were walking to the changing rooms. I was quickly checked in and I took my time changing once I was in the locker room.

I slipped on my shoes and stood up from the bench, fully dressed. I put my belongings in the locker I selected and made my way to the equipment room. Once I opened the glass doors, I surveyed and located the treadmills that were on the other side of the spacious room. I grabbed a hand towel that were located on a shelf to my right when you enter.

I put in my earbuds from my Air Pod case and turned on some music. I turned on the treadmill to my designated speed. Looking straight ahead, was a huge glass window that ran the length of the wall, looking down I could see the indoor swimming pool. I focused on the window looking passed the pool where another window was located.

Before I knew it, the cool down period of the treadmill was taking over, I walked the last 10 minutes. Normally I would let that be the end of my workout, but I didn't feel like leaving just yet. I decided that it's been awhile since I did some actual lifting and I needed to work on my arms and legs.

I went in search of a machine, walking down the aisle of the different machines, I wasn't paying any attention in front of me. I was to busy concentrating on what looked easy but would help with the strength I hoped to obtain. I caught sight of one and with laser focus, I turned the corner and collided into a hard body. I braced myself on the persons arms and felt the muscles as I felt hands on both sides of my waist.

As I'm about to apologize, I look up and I'm met with the most piercing beautiful honey-colored eyes I have ever seen. I take a step back and take in the gorgeous young woman's tall frame and athletic build. I notice the sweat dripping off her perfectly tanned body. I couldn't stop the thought of wanting to lick the sweat off her well toned 6 pack abs. I bit my lower lip, trying to control my thoughts. She had thick short raven-colored hair. She wore a black sports bra, if I had to venture a guess of her bra size, she was probably a 34C. She wore simple white Under Armor shorts with black Nike cross-trainers.

My throat went dry as I tried to find my voice. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn't that noticeable. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I said trying to sound more confident than what I actually felt. In all my years, I had never felt this attracted to another person. I didn't think it was possible, it didn't matter to me that it was a younger woman. I had always tried to keep an open mind. College taught me many things, if you catch my drift.

No, it was different. This was instantaneous, this was earth shattering, life changing. I knew it, I felt it. I am not the type to believe in love at first sight, or be easily swayed. This wasn't that, this had to have another name. Was it lust at first sight? No. I wasn't sure.

Tearing myself away from my inner thoughts. I stared into the younger woman's eyes, she furrowed her brows, she looked genuinely concerned that she might have injured me. "No, no, it's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm sorry. Are you alright?" She asked, then I felt her hand touch my arm in a friendly gesture and when she did, I felt a bolt of electricity run through my entire body. The force of it was so strong that my knees almost buckled. Somehow, I managed to keep my composure. The younger woman smiled at me, a look of concern crossed her facial features.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you. Just slightly embarrassed is all." I replied honestly.

"I'm the one that should be embarrassed. I'm so sorry." She said as she put both of her hands at her sides. I immediately missed the warmth of her soft touch.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I remarked trying to wave it off.

"Okay, good. See you around. That's if we both watch where we're going." I giggled at her statement and just then she smiled a big toothy grin that had me swooning in no time. I could feel the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach trying to escape. I felt the arousal between my legs begin to awaken. I stepped aside, in order to try to avoid embarrassing myself even further and do something that wouldn't make a scene. Like jump her right there in front of everyone in the fitness room.

"Yeah, no kidding." Before I knew it, she was gone. Leaving me in a daze of confusion and arousal. It was hard for me to fathom, that someone, anyone, could leave me in such a state without even making a move or a pass at me. I thought it refreshing.

I watched her as she walked over to the free weights a few yards away from where I sat a the leg lift machine. The younger woman appeared to be a bigger distraction than I thought, because I would glance in her direction every chance I got. I watched as other women would try to strike up a conversation with her, which made me slightly jealous. And normally, I don't get jealous. But I didn't really need to worry because she would say something polite and continue with her weights, clueless as they sashayed their hips as they walked away.

I did a few more reps and then moved to the arm curl machine that sat next to where I just was. It was a little closer to the younger woman but far enough away, I wanted her to notice me, I never wanted anyone's attention more than I wanted hers at this precise moment. I wanted her to glance in my direction, I felt like a coward. I couldn't bring myself to go over there and say something to her. I was trying in vain to work up the nerve to go over there.

Too caught up in my inner thoughts and mentally scolding myself, I averted my attention to the younger woman once again. To say that I was entranced by her, would be putting it mildly. By this time, the younger woman was doing arm curls. Highly aware of her, I discretely watched as she finished. I got up from my machine and started to do some stretches, so, I wouldn't strain my muscles. I felt the tightness in my muscles and once I was done, I began to relax.

I sat back down and started on my next repetition. Keeping my focus on my arm strength, I pushed myself to the limits. I felt an unfamiliar feeling subtly make its way into the pit my stomach. In that moment, I knew she was near. Excitement could hardly explain what I was feeling. I tried to remain calm. The younger woman adjusted the weights on the leg lift machine that I had previously occupied.

I was severely impressed by younger woman's weight setting that I couldn't help but to comment. "Wow, I'm impressed. I wish I could lift that much. How long have you been working out?"

"Oh, this? Don't think this in least bit pretentious, but it's nothing. I've been working out since I was about 9." The sound of her voice was like silk. Smooth and soothing to the ear. I could listen to her talk forever, if forever allowed it. She sat down, she looked at me with those blazing honey-colored eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.

I had to pull myself away from letting my mind drift into flights of fantasy. I didn't want to get ahead of myself. I didn't even know anything about her. But that just cemented how much I wanted to get to know her, I decided to say something before my silence became awkward, "I say again. Wow, I really am impressed. Such determination for someone so young."

I could see a slight flush of her cheeks, seeming to shrug it off she went on to say, "Well, to be honest, it wasn't something that I wanted to do when I was younger. It was kind of, forced on me. Not in a bad way. It's just that my dad...," She stopped, the look on her face was one of confliction. Hesitation, whether or not to reveal to much. "Never mind." She shook her head in a dismissive manner.

Slightly disappointed because I was truly interested in what she left unsaid. "No, please go on. I don't mean to pry, it's just that I've always found genuine people fascinating." I admitted.

"Well, first of all, thanks for that." She smiled at me, which sent a little bolt of electricity to travel down to my nether regions.

"Well, it's true." I encouraged.

She took a moment to think it over, but she eventually caved to my gentle nudging. "If I'm going to honest, due to certain complications, my dad wanted me to learn how to defend myself. I actually started by learning Tae Kwon Doe, then it evolved to Muay Thai and then shortly after boxing and wrestling. Once I started to actually take it seriously, I just fell in love with it. All of it." Another smile came across her gorgeous face as she appeared to look back on it fondly.

I couldn't help the smile that made its way to mine as well, her aura was contagious, that was for certain. I didn't want our conversation to end just yet, "That's really interesting. I mean, it's wonderful that you found something that you thoroughly enjoy. I don't see that that often in younger people now days. May I ask how old you are?" I've been curious about her age since the moment we bumped into each other. I had to ask.