The Classroom Pt. 04

Part 4: The second assignment.

Sex with a stranger, sounded great, but I have never done it. I am introverted and I hardly knew where to start. I suppose I could go to a bar and try and pick someone up? Ugg, that was just not me. Would online sex count? Should I hire a prostitute? I worried about disease, safety, and ethics. I am not strictly against prostitution. It is a dangerous job for prostitutes. They risk arrest, disease, and abuse. I just felt unethical supporting that.

So, my assignment was to have sex with a stranger and I was worried of failing the assignment. It was two days since class and I was procrastinating. After my divorce, I did little in terms of dating. My partners have always been people that I got to know and like. So sexually, I would satisfy myself with porn, erotica, or my own imagination. Actively finding a stranger to have sex was fraught with difficulty.

However, fortune smiled upon me. I was at the super market, doing my one-stop shopping. Then I looked over in the coffee aisle and there was Alexia from class.

God, she was cute. She had on a tight fit t-shirt, short jean shorts, white tennis shoes. He hair was down and she turned looked right at me. I panicked a little, I wasn’t sure how she felt about our relationship outside of the class. Would she want to acknowledge me?

“Hi,” I said tentatively.

“Hi Eli.” She replied. She used my name! It made me a little more confident she was willing to acknowledge our common interest.

“It’s a surprise to see you here Alexia,” I said smiling, “I thought you lived, I mean… Do you live nearby?” Then I felt super intrusive. I didn’t want to be a creep.

“Yeah, I have an apartment close to here. How about you?” She asked.

“Yeah, my house is just down the road. Walking distance actually.” This was going well.

“Do you have a little time after your shopping?” Alexia asked.

“Yes.” I said trying to contain my excitement.

“Let’s grab a coffee and talk about class.” As she said that I couldn’t believe my luck.

“That sounds great,” I could feel myself getting aroused just remembering class and stood in disbelief for a moment. I agreed to meet her at the coffee shop in 20 minutes, and quickly finished my shopping, and made my way to the little coffee shop there at the store. She was already in line when I got there and motioned me to join her. I ordered a black coffee and she got some complicated coffee concoction. I offered to treat her and she accepted. We took our drinks to one of those tables where you sit in absurdly tall chairs.

Alexia sat and dangled her terrific legs. She was kicking her legs playfully as we talked.

“So you wanted to talk about class?” I asked.

“Yes, I just want to warn you that Ms. Tawnee can play with her students.” She said outright.

“Yeah, I think that is part of the excitement for me,” I replied.

“Right,” she paused like she was searching for the right thing to say, “it can sometimes be pretty intense. Like Seth for instance.” Seth was the guy in the gimp suit.

“Yeah, what was up with that?”

Last class Seth, wearing a leather/latex gimp suit, had his nose in the corner of the classroom. Ms. Tawnee introduced him as a naughty boy. I pretty much guessed that he had some serious submissive kinks and was enjoying himself. Alexia pretty much confirmed that, but also told me that she was part of the reason that he was in that predicament. I asked her to clarify, but she seemed to keep it vague, and then changed the subject.

“How is your assignment going?” she inquired.

“Terrible,” I replied and proceeded to explain my misgivings of having sex with a stranger.

“And how are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m still working on it.” She said looking away from me. “If, you don’t want to have sex with a stranger, why not just say you did and write the essay.”

“Lie? I considered it, but I lack experience. I don’t think I could be all that convincing.” I replied.

“I doubt you lack experience,” she said playfully.

“No, I mean picking up strangers.” I answered realizing she was just teasing.

“How about this,” Alexia offered still looking elsewhere, almost as if she were expecting someone. “We could meet at Maxine’s bar and pretend to not know each other? We hook up as strangers?”

That was a temptation that I couldn’t resist, “Seriously, that sounds great. But you don’t mind mixing pleasure with pleasure? I mean, that brings you into my deception for the assignment.” I said trying to give her a chance to reconsider her offer, it seemed a lot.

“Well, if you would rather do it the fair way…” she replied playfully.

“No, no, I love your idea, but we can’t just describe the same scenario for our essay, what are you going to do?” I asked.

“Well, if we do this, then I am pretty sure that I can complete the assignment.” Alexia said, looking off again.

“Ok, When?” I asked.

“Does tonight work?” She asked.

“Sure, what time?” I said, a little to enthusiastically

“If you are there by 7:00 I will show up a little later.”

God, I was excited. I was floating on my walk home. Alexia was so sexy, frank, and a little playful. I hardly knew anything about her, which made me feel like I wasn’t really cheating on this assignment. She was conventionally attractive. I imagine in normal circumstances she could walk into a bar, come home with a stranger and complete this assignment without hardly a second thought.

As soon as I got home I put away my groceries, I cleaned my place up. She might say she’d come to my place if I offered. I showered, shaved, groomed myself. I put some nice casual attire and anxiously awaited until it was time to head to the bar. I hadn’t felt this eager since a first date with my ex. That was 10 years ago.

I searched for information on Maxine’s bar on my phone. I hadn’t ever been there. It seemed like it was a well-known hook-up bar. I was a little anxious, but more eager. Honestly, I have been out of dating and hooking-up for so long that I would probably be a bigger anxious mess right now if it were not for Alexia’s offer.

Traffic was not bad and I got there earlier than I intended. Inside was dimly lit, but not seedy. The bar was upscale. The rafters exposed the air circulation pipes, but in a chic industrial sense. There was a dance floor, and it looked like a live band might be setting up. It seemed I was there early in general. There were a few patrons, but it was pretty quiet for a hook-up bar. It was the middle of the week.

I looked around and felt a little like an awkward school boy at a school dance. I decided to get a drink and cool my nerves.

I sat at the bar and the bar tended was a pretty woman. She looked like young a fashionable pop country singer. She wore nice fitting jeans, a tank top that showed nice cleavage. She looked young and confident and I bet she did well on tips. I ordered a beer on tap and sipped and waited.

Then surprisingly a short and pretty lady made eye contact with me as I sat and waited. I smiled and she smiled back. I avoided looking too long. I thought about bringing out my phone and checking the weather or something, but I try to avoid needlessly looking at my phone to escape discomfort or boredom.

I decided to observe people in the bar for a while. The lady who made eye contact with me, was sitting alone. I wonder why she is here? Is she waiting for someone specific like me, or was she coming to meet a stranger? She looked like she was coming off of work. Her attire looked business appropriate. It was simple but quality clothing. She was curvy and cute. I tend to be more attracted to petite and fit women, but she was definitely attractive.

All of my observing must have seemed like I was signaling, which led to an awkward moment. She can over to where I was sitting, and introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Mabel.” She said as she sat down next to me.

“Hey, I am Eli. I am sorry if I was staring.” Crap, if I were not waiting for Alexia, I would have been more than pleased to be in this situation. If Alexia came, it would be weird to chase Mabel off for another lady. Alexia was gorgeous, and it would seem I would be… well I just had a premonition of being rude. I decided to be frank. “I am waiting for someone, so I don’t mean to be rude…”. I felt myself blush a little.

“No,” she continued to smile, without the hint of disappointment, “you just looked interested… in me.”

“I was, I mean, I am,” I hoped I was coming off as awkwardly cute, because I felt like an idiot. I couldn’t explain my situation. I really wanted to ask her for a raincheck. I tried to think of something to say, but I was at a loss. “I am meeting a friend, but we are pretending to meet for the first time, and I am not good at any of this.” I came out truthfully. “I am sorry that I was staring at you, I think you are very attractive and if I were not doing what I am doing, I would love to get to know you better.”

“Ok, Eli, that is one of the more creative no-thank-yous that I have heard. How about this, we can keep each other company for a little while and when she comes you can point her out and I will back out and watch with interest.”

“Sure, thanks, I don’t want to sound cliché, but do you come here often?”

“No, now and again. I just broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years, and I felt I needed to get out again.” She told me.

And we talked for almost an hour before Alexia showed up. I liked Mabel. I apologized about breaking off our conversation, but Mabel politely bowed out. I asked for her phone number before she left and she gave it to me. It really seemed like my lucky night.

Alexia came in alone, and looked amazing. She had on a tight fitted one-piece black dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She noticed me and smiled. Then she went to the bar and ordered a drink. She kept making eye contact with me and I was about to head her way when a big football quarterback looking guy moved next to her. He looked like a stereotypical jock, muscular, in slacks and a silk shirt, with his black hair slicked back. Alexia looked disinterested and moved away. He persisted. Then she turned and looked as if she told him to leave her alone, but he wasn’t getting the message.