If you have not read Part 1, then follow the link:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4578989
Once there, it will have a link to PART 2.
At the end of PART 2, there will be a link to PART 3 to bring you back here.
According to the Authors Notes in PART 2, this will be the segment where the Music Instructor makes her debut...it doesn't happen just yet. Instead, something out of the ordinary happens. It's almost 1:30am in the morning when there's a knock on the door. This meeting was never planned, circumstances made it a part of fate.
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Yesterday was a remarkable and memorable first day on campus. I'm just wandering about taking in the wonderful atmosphere today. It's like electric on the grounds and the people here. Everyone so friendly as they wave when I pass. I have noticed it's about three hundred females to one ratio. I think this would've been the place to go when I first went to college. Now that I think back, the ratio was 'bout five to eight to one. That is where I lost my shyness, even though it did take the first half of the first semester. I'm rarely shy any more, but do have my moments it seems.
I can't believe I have spent hours on this campus just walking it and taking in its beauty. The art donated from the students both present and past is phenominal! Paintings, sculptures and other unique creations has been winning over critics for the past ten years when this different program started. That's when I realized that Dean West (Hellie, I have to remember to call her by the nickname as I don't think she likes anything formal) has a brilliant mind and an eye for talent. Just hope I don't let her down as she is taking a big chance on me to make the Erotica department a success. Now I'm adding to my stress. Speaking of which, I have yet to judge three contests on AllPoetry. I better get back to get that project done. I'm supposed to meet Hellie's girlfriend tomorrow in the music department.
{Some time later...brings up AP on the computer...}
As I always do, I tend to the IM's as trying to reply to them all hoping not to leave anyone out (but at times it does happen purely by mistakes). Then cruise over and thank anyone who may have left a comment on my work. At times there would be an ample amount and at other times nothing, but I'm not a true poet as I can never be mentioned where scholars call poets great. I'm satisfied at this site getting comments from real people which in turns to inspire me more to continue this as a hobby of mine. I have to give this site a great deal of credit from the many friends I have obtained and even met outside of the site itself either in person or over the phone. Not to mention land me this cushy job! Hellie could have gone with someone with a thorough knowledge of erotica and heavily educated with a Doctorate's degree, but she chose someone hardly known off a Poetry site. I'm not complaining...everything has blown me away here (including two that I had no clue on what they had planned to do...after having some time to think about it, I think that was their plan all along...guess that blows away any other welcome committee...laugh to myself).
Talking with several here at AP while trying to judge my contests. Have I lost my mind? I know it's been months since I've hosted a contest, but this is ridiculous. I have now gone through the "Phil" entries at least three times and figured where I want them. Then why can't I place them and judge!!!! This is getting frustrating. Minutes go by without having a clue. Even ask for help from a MOD and file one of those problem thingys. Minutes later, still nothing from either. Think! Slow down. Look again at the contest. Ah ha, do I feel d*u*m*b! If all else fails, read the instructions (laughs at myself again which I do alot). I finally get that one judged. Stroll on over to the "Lovers" contest once I let the MOD know that I finally solved the problem and even let her know how stupid I felt (but don't mind if we all get a laugh at my expense). After reviewing these entries, I knew the night was getting longer. Only ten entries, but have to reduce them to a managable level to give out the hardware. I love to host contests, but it can become rather stressful when judging. More time goes by, finally choose six for the preliminaries. More stress! Flipping and flopping them in many different arrangements. Copied all of their homepages to wordpad so I would have that out of the way. Just had to wait and see what order I would finally put them in before I could figure out where they would land.
Had to take a stress break. Had number three playlist playing in the background and Shaggy comes on with the single I put on that list from him. There's something about his voice and the way he arranges his music that gets me. I finally decided to make me what I call my "Shaggymania" playlist:
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/15150519307
As I figured that would relieve my stress somewhat anyway. Get back to judging my contest with now "Shaggymania" playing in the background. It still wasn't easy to judge as the entries had their respective winning points. Done! It's now judged! I will leave the "Singles" for tomorrow. Now I'm going to sit here and relax with an adult beverage (Green Apple Bite from Smirnoff). Shaggy continues to play in the background. Too bad I couldn't put the soundtrack theme to the movie "Money Train" on the playlist (it's a good thing I own the soundtrack so I can here it when I want). For now, I will just let what I've found play. Many of his songs has such an incredible beat. I might be a bit loud with the level. That would be bad for campus security to show up and to tell me to quite down. The chance I'm willing to take for now.
There's a knock at the door. It's 1:24am in the morning, who could it be...probably campus cops. I said, "come in...it's open!" There she stood, in front of the doorway (as it looked like it was daylight outside from the bright light on the pole). I asked, "are you lost or is my music too loud?" "Neither," she replied quite firmly. "I'm Staci, but you can call me 'Red' as my firends do," she said while adding, "I work in the bar on the west side of this plush place." "We close at 1am Monday through Thursday and 3am for Friday and Saturday nights...I work Monday through Wednesday and then Saturday nights, in which I can't complain...work where I also attend classes is a blessing in my book," she enthusiastically tells me.
"Then by all means, can I offer you anything to drink or something to eat," I inquired. "I have what you're having," she replied. "My pleasure, but you hardly old enough to work in a bar," I suggested. She quickly responds, "I will take that as a compliment, but have you know I'm twenty-three years old and having a birthday Thursday night!" I said, "Happy early birthday and I'm sure your counterpart (thinking to myself that I didn't want to say boyfriend for I didn't want to insult any further) has something special planned for you." "I'm single and no one has anything planned for me," she informs me. "Then may I ask you for the priviledge to dinner for your special day," I asked. "It's a date," she said!
We were on our second round as Shaggy kept putting out that musical vibe. Finally I had to ask for my curiousity was getting the better of me (which it rarely does), "Since you work at the bar, what exactly is the dress attire for I find what you're wearing quite revealing, but perhaps that's just me in some of my conservative thinking?" "Well...we can't show up naked, but can get darn close if we want...at the minimum bra and panties or swimsuit which is about the same thing to me," she responded. She added, "we are encouraged to be free spirited to allow our creativity to blosom here on campus...I doubt I would dress like this to work in a club off campus, but normally go home and work on my art after work and never have to change because I'm always comfortable with what I'm wearing...a win win if you will."
"I know this sounds like it's a corny line, but when you walked in that door I thought I'd died and gone to heaven," telling her (as I also turned a bit red for I can't believe I just told her what I was thinking). "I don't think it's corny at all as I can tell you meant it since you're turning the color my friends call me," as she chuckles while saying it.
Before I could even say anything else, she leaned in and kissed me (and of course I kissed her back). She did throw me for a loop for I wasn't expecting we would lock lips. I'm not complaining! That's the last thing I need to do at the moment.
We kissed and kissed and kissed. I couldn't even concentrate on anything I was saying before we started this passion. She took off her red top. Then she pulled off my "Eagles Hotel California" black tee-shirt. She kissed down my neck and then my teddy bear chest. She unsnapped her bra for me as it was falling off her. I almost felt like a virgin as I demonstarted I didn't know what to do. She on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing and wasn't about to stop at my chest. Of course I turned the tables once she had finished what she was determined to do.
I kissed down her neck to her lucious breasts. Her nipples begged to be teased and pleased in several ways as I was doing my best to make her feel my desires and to keep her as hot as an oven baking biscuits. My tongue tracing circles down her stomach and further down as I laid her legs upon my shoulders. While my tongue was busy inside of her, I had my fingers working magic on her spot. She was louder than Shaggy's beat in the background. You would almost think she was part of the music as she was turning me on by being turned on.
She let her juices flow like a waterfall and I was there to bottle every drop to keep for my own. She was finally fulfilled by the foreplay as she manage to change postions making sure I was flat on my back. My heart was beating fast for I had an idea what was about to happen. She climbed on top (as this time I refrained from saying anything that could be conceived as corny by not saying a word...just let my excitement do all the talking). Just as time would have it...
"Who the man allowed to make you moist and wet
Who the man allowed to make you moan and sweat
Who the man allowed to make you scream out yes
Mr. lover Mr. lover
Who the man allowed to make you moist and wet
Who the man allowed to make you moan and sweat
Who the man allowed to make you scream out yes
Mr. lover..."
comes blaring through the speakers...she answered as if it were a question to her, "You My Lover, you're Mr. Lover...My Mr. Lover...(as she moans even louder than before)." We rocked through that song as "Dance and Shout" continued for our hump fest. Then when it came to the chorus she sang,
"Tell me what, you like
Lets dance lets shout shake your body down to the ground
Lets dance lets shout shake your body down to the ground
Lets dance lets shout shake your body down to the ground
Lets dance lets shout shake your body down to the ground"
I told her that she was shaking her body more than to the ground. She was driving me crazy. Doing everything right as she never missed a note! "Boombastic" was next on the list as we kept a good strong pace and it appeared there was no slowing down. At this point, I don't even think it was an option. Our moves had a smooth groove as we were lost in the heated passion sparking from our bodies. It was like pure hot sex melted into a sweet love making session. We somehow had a connection! Neither one of us fought it. We were making love like we were inspired to paint a masterpiece. It continued through "Luv Me Up" and was coming to a close during "Chica Bonita."
I started singing where we stopped,
"I notice in your eyes a certain glow
Have me wondering now
Is it really me or tell me do you feel the same
I feel like I'm in love and I don't even know your name
I know what I am saying to you may sound pretty lame
Your love is like an everlasting flame ..."
She then added, "I guess 'Chica Bonita' is now our song." She also stated, "I wanted you to know that I've signed up for your class and telling you now in case it may freak you out seeing me in there...you know, since what has happened." "It would have before...I mean until I arrived here...there's something about this place that is different from any I've ever known...just as long as it's not a problem with the rules on campus," I told her. Red said, "It's why I like it here, very little rules and optimum for performance and creativity!"
"I have many surprises since yesterday and of course all good, but you are the best and sweetest surprise of all," I claimed! "Awwww, does that mean you're my boyfriend now," she chuckles. "I guess I shouldn't assume you're not taken..." she stated. Before she could speak another word, I said, "No! I'm a free man with no strings attached." Adding, "girlfriend huh," laughing as I said it. "I will have to say it would be the first time I go to bed with someone and come out as girlfriend-boyfriend, but hopefully that can be taken as a compliment," I suggested.
She wrapped in my arms as we snuggled and whispered, "it mostly certainly can," and kisses me. We both drifted into a comfortable sleep. As for Shaggy, he kept singing as the playlist was never stopped.
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