Two girls walked side by side down the halls of the department, each
surveying the typed pages in their hands.
"What did Professor Goldman say about yours?" The blonde asked her
"He said my theoretical development needed grounding… what in the hell
does that mean?"
"That's prof talk. He means it's crap."
"Thanks," the brunette replied sarcastically.
"Hey, don't snap at me. That's what happens when you analyze Oscar
Wilde at three in the morning after you get back from a keg party."
The brunette sighed. "I think this calls for drastic actions."
"Oh no, what idiotic idea is roaming around your head now?"
"Nothing too sinful," the brunette smiled and inched up her mini
skirt, "Just thinking I would visit Professor Goldman in his office
and work out something… if you know what I mean. I'm sure we can
arrange a mutually satisfying agreement to get me an A, maybe an A+ if
he's really depraved. Can't be any worse than my Chem prof and at
least Goldman is cute."
The blonde girl froze on the spot and stared at her friend. Suddenly
she burst out laughing, gasping for breath and leaning against the
wall for support.
"Oh. My. God," the blonde gasped between snorts. "I *really* don't
think that plan is going to work."
The brunette looked hurt. She ran her hands over her mini skirt and
tight blouse, making a face at her friend. "I got the goods!" she
"Don't think you have the goods that really matter."
"What are you talking about?!"
"Oh, you're hopeless," the blonde sighed. "I'm his T.A. and let's
just say I *know* you won't get anywhere with him."
"Married, is he?"
"In a manner of speaking." The blonde looked down at her watch. "The
timing is right. I can show you why I always stick around late and
let you draw your own conclusions. Besides, the look on your face
will be priceless when you finally get a clue."
The blonde grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her down the hall
towards Professor Goldman's office. It was early evening, everyone
had already gone home, leaving the halls deserted. There was a corner
she frequented, right outside his office. If his door was open, you
could look in without being seen. She stopped beside the wall and
pointed into the office. The door marked "Dr. Myron Goldman, PhD. -
English Department" was open just enough to see in.
There was Dr. Goldman, perched on his desk staring adoringly at a
large man leaning against the desk between the doctor's open legs.
The larger man had one palm resting on Goldman's thigh and the other
hand was hidden within the folds of the doctor's jacket, caressing his
torso. Their voices drifted out into the hallway.
"How was your day, L.T.?"
Dr. Goldman laughed, his face lighting. "Same old, same old."
"Poor baby…" the larger man murmured, leaning forward and nuzzling the
Myron's neck, "Maybe I can liven things up for ya, huh?"
"Zeke…" Myron gasped, his breathing catching. "Not here."
The larger man, Zeke apparently, moved from attacking his prey's neck
to his ear, suckling gently.
"Zeke…" Myron moaned, his hands moving around to knead the other's ass
cheeks, pulling him forward.
Suddenly, Zeke moved in for a kiss, lips crushing and tongue questing
in the wet warmth. The two men moved together, absorbed in their own
little world, before the crushing need for oxygen finally separated
them. Gasping for breath, Myron's eyes were glazed and dilated, and
he distractedly licked his lips. Zeke was grinning wickedly and moved
his had up to ruffle Myron's hair.
"Stop that," Myron huffed, batting away the hand.
"What?" Zeke asked innocently, sliding his palm from thigh to crotch,
"You do this to me on purpose…" he hissed, pushing his hips, moving
into the large hand.
"Yeah, I do…" Zeke agreed, smiling wickedly, "…and you love it."
"Neanderthal…" Myron quipped, closing his eyes to simply enjoy the
feel of his lover.
"Using big words again, Professor. Tsk, tsk. I'm just a poor working
*stiff* who doesn't have such a *large* vocabulary."
"Don't you dare complain about being stiff…" Myron warned, "…or
"Of course not, L.T." Zeke leered at Myron. "Come on, we should be
getting home. I have night shift and I wanna spend some quality time
with you before I take off."
Zeke started to separate their bodies, but stopped with Myron's grip
became iron tough. "I thought you said the night shifts would cut
back with this last promotion. I miss you."
"They will, I promise and I miss you, too." Zeke kissed Myron
quickly, drawing away successfully this time. "I'm just covering for
another detective since we got hit hard by the flu last week."
Myron sighed and jumped off the desk, laying his jacket over his front
arm to act as a shield on the way out to the car. "Oh the life of
cop's wife. Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice."
"Stop complaining." Zeke smiled indulgently. "If you're nice I'll
wake you up for a welcome home present when I'm off."
"Oh yeah," Myron drawled on his way out the door, "Will you wear your
Zeke watched as Myron locked his office and drew the other man to his
side, wrapping his arm around his waist. "For you, baby, anything."
Their footsteps echoed down the hall and the girls managed to sneak a
quick glance around the corner, catching Zeke's hand drifting down to
grab Dr. Goldman's bottom. They each held their breath until they were
sure the couple was gone.
"Well, there goes my A+," complained the brunette quietly. "The cute
ones are always gay."
"Yeah," the blonde answered dreamily. "But aren't they perfect
"Says you. The big one seems possessive, so I'm not stupid enough to
try anything with Dr. Goldman, even if I knew he was open to the
"So what are you gonna do about your D- then?"
"Nothing," the brunette answered. "Drop his class and major in
chemistry. What about you, teacher's pet?"
"Oh, I don't think I'm the one who gets to pet the teacher," she
laughed. "I'll just end up doing the same as usual, waiting around Dr.
Goldman's office when his boyfriend comes to pick him up everyday.
You know sometimes they can get pretty frisky for old guys…"
"Impressive. Dr. Goldman must be in his late thirties at least, but
the big guy was pretty hot for someone old enough to be my Dad. I
wonder why he calls Dr. Goldman, L.T.?"
"I have no idea, but that seems to be what he always calls him." The
blonde shrugged. "Maybe it means something to them. Something
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