Class-Mates


Classmates

I met Dennis when I was pursuing my master’s degree while working. I was 28 and he was a dozen years older than me. For some reason, we often enrolled in the same class and ended up in the same group. On more than a couple of occasions, we worked together on school projects that took us from the school library to fast food joints. I enjoyed working with him not only because he treated me well but because he was terribly charming. He was tall, tan and handsome. And I also knew he had the hots for me. Girls have a sixth sense for such kind of thing, don’t we? I’d often catch him looking at my butt which, many of my friends say, is one of my best assets. The naughty girl that I was, I’d give it an extra jiggle when I knew he was looking. We’d go out for dinner on the pretext of doing ‘work’ on our class projects. It came to a point that we developed an unspoken passion for each other. I couldn’t wait to see him and he was having a hard time keeping his hands off me. The problem was that he was married and I was engaged.

When I got married, he sort of took it badly and we stopped communication for some time. I had skipped a few semesters and so we didn’t get to see each other. But on the few occasions that we saw each other again, the old feelings returned. I thought that after being married I’d feel differently towards him but I didn’t. And not having seen him for several months created a yearning in me. Still, I was able keep my wits about. I suppose the fact that we no longer saw each other regularly made it easy to do so.

But then came an out-of -town conference in our professional circle. I actually hadn’t planned on going there except that my boss who was supposed to attend had to cancel at the last minute and I was asked to take her slot. When we met on the first day of the conference, he asked me to have dinner with him and I readily agreed. After dinner at a fancy restaurant, we had a couple of drinks and then, without batting an eye, he casually asked me if I wanted to go up to his hotel room. I was surprised a bit by the question but, at the same time, I had entertained the thought a few times at the back of my mind. It took me a minute or so to gather my thoughts. Overcome by his audacity to ask the question, I simply said ‘yes’.

It was every bit as intoxicating as I had imagined and we saw each other a few more times after that. I only stopped seeing him when my husband found out about us. Needless to say, it wasn’t pretty – my bad. This part, I am not proud of. But all the rest was really, really fun.

Flirty Gal

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