Author's note: As usual I'd like to thank the legendary Mikothe baby for editing this story.
* * * * * * Dana's story
My name is Dana Woodruff-Patterson, I'm 45 years old. I recently moved back to my old home town in Royal Oak, Michigan. The move was a chance to restart my life for the third time and maybe get over some of the stupid things I've done. I'm going to be teaching history at the community college here in town. A few years ago, I never would have accepted this type of position because I thought that I was destined for academic greatness. I was going to write papers and books and turn the world of history on its ear. Not!!
I didn't come to this delusion alone. I was led down the primrose path, kicking and screaming away from what I now know to be a great life, by people I believed to be of superior intellect and character. I wanted to be like them so badly that I turned my back on everything good in my life. And far too late I found out that they were just using me. As smart as I wanted to believe I was, I was just dumb pussy to them. I guess out in California they're probably still laughing at me now. After 6 years, I'm forced to slink my ass back home to try and pick up the pieces and move on. So that's why I'm here.
Before we get too far let me describe myself. I'm fairly short at barely 5 feet tall. I have short straight brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm kind of thick. I'm not fat, but curvy. I guess my best features are probably my legs. If I say so myself, they're beautiful. They're thick, toned and just ever so muscular. I'm dynamite in a short skirt. That was what had first attracted my ex-husband to me and also unfortunately, what attracted my professors to me and lured me away from my happy marriage.
Speaking of the ex, he's been on my mind a lot lately. Leaving him was of course the biggest, stupidest mistake I ever made. Not that I had much choice. Nope, I'm sure you've heard the story a million times. Happily married couple, she goes back to work or in my case, back to school. While she's there she discovers more excitement with a new class of people. She discovers what was missing in her previously happy marriage and is seduced by the dark side. She ends up screwing the boss or in my case, the head of the college history department. He then promises to help her realize her potential and assume her destiny as a doctor or a lawyer or an Indian Chief. In my case, I was destined to be a brilliant historian, and he was going to lead me to academic success at a level I could never reach with my boring old husband. And naturally he also led me straight into his bed.
At first, it was just the thrill of illicit sex with a man I believed to be brilliant. Then he told me I needed to broaden my horizons sexually as well as intellectually. Then, of course, my husband found out and kicked me out on my cheating ass. I can still remember the day he and his PI cornered us in the professor's office, and served me my divorce papers.
The professor said something really stupid, and Dan grabbed him by his throat. He looked at him and then just put him down, and actually apologized. I knew at that moment that he really was the smarter man. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eye after seeing how I'd broken his heart.
He refused to have anything to do with me. He never spoke to me again. He didn't even go to court. He just gave me everything and disappeared. None of our old, or should I say, his old friend's would forward him any messages or have anything to do with me either. The college did fire my old professor and settled out of court with Dan. The professor and I moved on. I had no other choice. There was nothing left here for me.
Once we settled in California, I noticed that the professor started passing me around to some of his colleagues. "All in the name of career advancement," he'd tell me. After a few years of it, it just became the norm. After a while I started to feel more like a "his-whore-ian," than a historian. Then I noticed that a lot of the other historians got the best teaching assignments, or research grants. They got them due to their hard work or their intellect and all I got was fucked, in more ways than one.
I guess it was too late by the time I paid attention to the fact that there was never any tenderness or emotion in the act. It was just the thrill of strange sex, and I started to crave more than that. I was shocked to find out that the professor had no intention of ever marrying me. He actually told me that I was not the type of woman that men married. That I needed more sex and more variety than any man could give me. Meanwhile no one ever really just kissed me, held me, or did things with me just to spend time with me. In short no one cared about me at all. It was always just, "Hey you're really smart, bend over and spread em. "
The final straw was when I came out of the shower after screwing one of the professor's septuagenarian friends and overheard them talking about me. It seems that I was not really on their intellectual level. In fact according to them, I wasn't smart enough to teach history in high school, let alone college.
I spent a lot of time crying after that, and I had to make some hard choices. I couldn't sue the school or anyone because everything I'd done was voluntary. The professor wasn't married, but he did actually have a long time relationship with a physics professor in England. She didn't care who he screwed as long as he came home when she called him. In short, for bringing up the issue anyway, I was dismissed. They did agree not to taint my record with a notice about the issue though, so I could seek employment elsewhere.
That brings me home to Royal Oak. The community college here is really nice. Though not a majorly important academic institution, it gets the job done for the people it serves. My classes begin in 3 days, so this Friday afternoon finds me riding my bike around the campus to get the lay of the land.
As I passed an outdoor cafe, I looked across the street and saw 2 cars that had appeared to be racing stop at a light. The cars were two similar looking Mustang GTs. One was a red convertible with black trim; the other was a black coupe with red trim. The driver of the black car got out at the same time as the other driver. At first I thought there was going to be a fight or at least a yelling match.
They meet between the cars as the traffic behind them waited for the light to change. The driver of the red car was a striking young woman. The other driver kissed her as they met. What a kiss. They both put their entire souls into it as if they might never see each other again. I smiled, remembering how that felt, and how long it had been since anyone felt that way about me. The driver of the red car, the girl, now that I could see her face, was beautiful. She was about 5' 1', and slender, but curvy. During the past few years I'd experimented with women a couple of times, and though I wasn't really bi or gay, I'd do her.
She had long tawny hair, and big innocent looking eyes. From my distance I couldn't make out their color, but her facewas glowing. She had that glow that only women in true love ever get. That glow transcends mere concepts of physical beauty and attractiveness. She pulled the baseball cap off of the other driver, and held out her hand. He gave her his jacket, and she put the jacket on and the hat on backwards and stepped into the cafe throwing her keys to the valet. Among the cacophony of horns from other drivers as the light changed, the other driver turned around and got back into his car. As he sped off, I noticed that he's at least twice her age, though he's in incredible shape. I stood there with my mouth agape and stared as his car disappeared. Now I'm sure he's at least twice her age because he's the same age as I am. I no longer need to wonder about the whereabouts of my ex-husband and soul mate, I've found him. What the hell was going on with him and that girl?
* * * * * * Dan and Alex
My name is Dan Patterson. About 6 years ago I found out that my wife Dana had been cheating on me. We had a great life and I thought we had a solid marriage. I was devastated. I wanted to just die, but life goes on. After a while I went back to work. I'd gotten several hundred thousand dollars in a settlement from her old school but I worked anyway, to help me get over Dana. For a couple of years, I just worked. I didn't date and I didn't socialize at all because I really thought that there was something wrong with me. After all, the woman I loved had obviously found other men to be better than I was. My love for her was just not enough. I started to realize after a while that the manufacturing industry here in Michigan was in trouble. I decided to go back to school and get a degree. Really I guess in the back of my mind I thought that if I was smarter that Dana wouldn't have left me.
I picked business management and boy was I scared. A thousand things went through my mind.
What if you're not smart enough? You're too old to go back to school. All the kids are going to laugh at you. You won't fit in. This isn't going to work. I enrolled anyway.
My first couple of semesters went by quickly. I got straight A's. I was a 4.0 student. I began to think that maybe I wasn't so stupid after all. I still didn't date. I especially couldn't date anyone in school. I was closer in age to the teachers than the students. Starting something with an instructor was more trouble than it was worth. And the thought of starting anything vaguely romantic with one of these young girls made me feel like a pervert.
Then I met Alex in a trig class and without my knowledge, consideration, or consent, my life began again. We ended up in a study group together. We worked with 5 or 6 other students from our class. After a while, we started to notice that except for the two of us, no one really studied all that much. So we became, at her suggestion, a group of 2.
Spending time with people either brings you together or points out your differences; in our case, we became friends very quickly. It got to the point for me that I loved the time I spent with her and couldn't wait to see her again.
It was sometimes very awkward for us at first. Some guy would come over to our table and start trying to talk to her in front of me, as if I wasn't there. And really I wasn't, I was just the old guy after all. Occasionally she'd use me as a shield to deflect the bolder ones away from her. That was the beginning of our first fight. I'd told her that I really didn't think it was fair of her to use me to get out from dealing with the bad parts of her social life. She needed to be able to just tell, the good guys "yes" and the bad guys "no" herself and leave me out of it. I guess my language was a bit too strong. In retrospect, if I'd really examined my feelings I'd have known that I was just jealous. Anyway she just picked up her books and walked out of the library.
I only saw Alex in class after that. We didn't sit together or speak. I often caught her looking at me out of the corner of my eye, but I never looked back. She joined another study group easily. I had offers because my grades were great, but I preferred to study alone.
After 2 full weeks the stalemate was still going strong and it might have still been going on now if fate hadn't intervened. One night as I was going back to my car I saw one of the guys in her new study group trying to force Alex into his car. She wasn't having it and was fighting every inch of the way.
Before I knew what I was doing, I jumped between them and grabbed him by his collar. He let go of Alex in surprise and turned to face me.
"Be cool guy," he said to me. "It's just a misunderstanding."
I let him go and saw Alex, picking up her books with tears rolling down her face.
"Fucking tease," I heard the guy mumble.
Hearing the guy's words Alex started bawling and something in my brain snapped.
I turned grabbed the guy and decked him. I reached down and helped Alex up and hugged her. I walked her to her car and stayed there until she drove off.
I almost didn't go back to class. And though I really didn't want to, I went anyway. But instead of getting there early, I made sure I was one of the last to enter the room. I sat way in the back instead of sitting near the front as was my usual habit. As I looked at the board, I saw Alex looking around and I ducked behind the girl in front of me. The instructor gave us an assignment to do in groups. So I worked with the 3 people in front and on either side of me.
It was fairly easy work. The unit circle, converting angular dimensions into radians and periodicity. I didn't understand what this had to do with business but a class is a class. We were almost done when the instructor gave us a break. We had used the correct formula but our answers weren't quite correct. We just needed a little fine tuning to finish. During the break my group mates left the room to smoke or whatever. I stayed in my seat and started reading a book on my iPhone.
I was halfway down the first page when I heard movement from the front of the room. I knew the sound of Alex's footsteps and let's face it; I could always feel her from across the room anyway. So I got up and left the room without making eye contact with her.
I came back from break at the last minute and Alex was sitting in my seat. The 2 girls I was working with probably didn't care but the other guy in our group told me that she was working alone and wanted to join our group. He said he'd noticed that she and I were friends so he didn't think I'd mind. I think everyone there knew what was going on. Guys just did things for Alex. I said "no problem." Then grabbed my books from under the desk, and moved to another row. As I worked on the problems I found our error and changed my answers. I turned my paper in with me, myself and I, as my group members. After class my instructor didn't find it as funny as I did but she softened a bit when I told her that it was a problem with group dynamics. And that rather than creating a problem, I chose to withdraw from the situation.
Alex was waiting for me outside of the class room. The woman had the biggest bluest eyes you have ever seen. I know being a guy, I should talk about her ass or her tits, but it was her eyes that got me every time and still do. Her mouth is also incredible, it can be snarky or playful or just so sexy you want to attack her. And it changes from second to second. Her breasts do kind of rocket away from her tiny waist, to a truly awesome differential, but not being one of those guys who is an expert on bra sizes I couldn't begin to guess what size they were, but they were not small. And I loved the way her ass filled out a skirt, but it was still those eyes that I could and can never say no to.
As I stepped out of the class room, she was there of course. And she said those words that women always use to preface every seemingly serious situation.
"We need to talk," she said, very quietly.
"No, we don't," I answered equally metered to match both her tone and delivery.
"Yes, we do," she replied more insistently.
"Why?" I asked.
I don't think Alex was ready for that and she just stood there thinking about it, as I walked away.
Unfortunately, I was not nearly as smart as I thought. In my mind, I saw her just going with the flow and me not having to deal with her until class next week. We probably wouldn't have another group assignment for a while and if I continued to slip in late and disappear immediately after class and at break time, I could avoid her for the near future. After a while it wouldn't matter anymore and after this class I probably wouldn't see much of her. The chances of us being in very many classes together in a school this size, wasn't very good. It wasn't impossible but It just wasn't probable. Anyway, that was my plan.
Alexander Graham Bell fucked my plan up of course. All she had to do was reach out and touch someone, namely me. I was so busy thinking about her that I didn't look at my caller ID and just picked up the phone when she called.
"Hello," I answered.
"OK, where do you live, I don't want to talk over the phone," she said.
"Why not?" I asked. "And, if we can't talk on the phone, I think it would be better to meet on neutral ground."
"Why, so you can just walk off and continue avoiding and ignoring me?" she asked. "Nope, we need to get this over with and get back to normal."
"How do you define normal?" I asked.
"You ask the oddest questions." she said. "Now where do you live?"
I gave her my address, but told her I'd meet her in the common area, near the building's lobby.
10 minutes later, she stepped into the room and every person there stopped what they were doing to look at her. She quickly saw me and came over. She sat down across from me and smiled.
"OK what's up your butt?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"Then why are you so mad at me?" she asked. Her face was pensive but still so beautiful. What I had trouble understanding was why this meant so much to her. She was very smart besides being pretty and she could easily find someone else to study with.
"Let's see, if I recall, it was you who went stomping out of the library," I said.
"Only after you accused me of using you," she countered. "Then you turned what should have been a small tiff, into world war 3."
"I'm sure you don't realize this but I kept trying to get your attention in class the next day." She stared at me as she spoke and I had to look away.
"I wanted to talk to you then," she said. "But you wouldn't even look at me, so I got mad too. I thought if I joined a different study group you'd have to come and talk to me, or tell me off. But you didn't, it was like you just didn't care. Then that asshole grabbed me. Sorry I said that."
"What?" I asked.
"The A word," she smiled as she said it.
"It fits," I said.
"Anyway, do you know how many people saw him trying to pull me into his car and just kept walking?" she asked. "Not you of course, so then I knew you still cared and I was looking forward to class tonight. I almost couldn't wait the 3 days. I hoped you'd call me, but you didn't. I started to call you a hundred times, but you know." She shrugged her shoulders and what her breasts did to her blouse was pornographic. I really think that she doesn't know what she does to men with little movements like that.
"Anyway I got to class early," she said. "I got here an hour early, so we could talk." Again the laser like focus of the eyes made me shiver.
"And you didn't show up. Every time the door opened, I practically jumped out of my seat," she said. "Then finally Ms. Vanya came in. And since you're always early, I thought you were going to miss class. And I thought that was good."
I interrupted her then, "Why would it be good for me not to be in class?"
"No, no, idiot, I wanted you to come to class, but if you weren't there, you'd need to copy someone's notes, and have them explain the new material to you, right?" I nodded but I didn't see her point.
"Who do you think would have volunteered?" she asked. "That would have been an easy way for us to talk." She was smiling now and moving closer to me.
"Then I looked around, when she gave out the group assignment and there you were. But you looked everywhere except at me and I knew you were still upset."
"I'm not upset," I said.
"No, you're just being uncharacteristically stupid," she smiled. "So I decided that I wasn't putting up with this crap any longer. When we went on break I was going to just walk over to talk to you. But you just left. I wasn't putting up with that, so I just joined your group and waited for you." She'd moved close enough to me that I could smell her perfume, and I was getting nervous, but she just continued to talk.