A Textbook Seduction

A Textbook Seduction

     A phone call lights my roman candle with balls of fire aglow. Her tongued words lick my libido with Pentecostal passion. Our textbook connection joins us in mercantile marriage. She opens the door to her her softly lit cushioned condo. I sit opposite her parted legs. She perches atop the seat of her chair in a yoga pose with her womanly heat barely concealed in a khaki shorts tease. She says, “Can I get you anything? Coke and rum?”
     I reply, “I don’t drink.”
     She throws back her head and laughs. “Hey I’m not trying to ply you with liquor to have my way with you. I know how to mix one that’ll knock your socks off. Let me make one for you; just a tinsy-winsy one. You won’t get drunk. I promise.”
     I nod in acquiescence. “Well just one.”
     I sip her concoction while imbibing her words. Her lips preach on grad school gossip. “Professor Heidi Goebel will slam your dick in the wall if you don’t watch your grammar. She is a bitch Goddess.” My eyes focus on her butterfly wing legs, opened for flight into realms of opiate
paradise.    
     She elaborates, “Take professor Sanders Humanities class. It is the bomb. Of course you’re a guy so you won’t understand. But to me Professor Sanders is a gorgeous Sheik. I used to get off on him in my dorm room after class. He just turned me on, I don’t know why.”
     I am a hungry pilgrim who devours her every syllable. I say, “My cup is empty.”
     She says, “I’ll fill it for you. Would you like to watch TV?”
     I say, “Sure.”
     She says, “What about the playboy channel?” I put on my Cheshire Cat smile.
     She answers my grin, “You are naïve. Did you  really think this was all about you buying my textbook?”
     My lips open and words spill. “Well I never would have guessed.”
     She says, “Let’s watch those playboy bunnies do their thing. That will get your dick in gear.”
     “I’m game.”
     “Sure you are honey. Just wait till I get my hands on you. I love breaking in virgins.”