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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- It Shouldn't Matter by sotborder (address withheld) *** At a local university a middle aged man and a young woman see past each other to the beauty beneath. A romantic story with a twist. (MF, rom) *** I know some of you are going to wonder, "How come nobody was spermed? Where is the forced, coerced sex? Where for God's Sake is the SEX?" Well, Dear Reader, I just wanted to flex my writing abilities a bit and try something new and a bit different. I thought it would be fun to write in the first person, and create a story that is driven by it's characters more than the sex they partake in. I also wanted to explore two themes that I find particularly interesting, for a couple of different reasons, and braid a story with them. I'm happy with the outcome. I hope you enjoy it too. M *** It Shouldn't Matter I noticed her the first day of school. Casually working her way through the quad. Oblivious to the stares that followed her. She definitely was attractive. Long, thick, black, curly hair that cascaded down her back in thick luxurious waves. Eyes that danced with a mischievous light, and a smile that would light up the darkest, deepest cave, in the very deepest bowel of the earth. She looked Latina. Even from where I was sitting, reading "Fire Island," I could see how self-assured she was. That steely grace that only a woman who is in control, and knows her wants and needs, is able to express just by the way she moves. My third class that day was English Lit. It was mid- afternoon and the room was too warm. The air- conditioning was making a half-hearted effort to cool the room, but failing miserably. I could feel my eyelids drooping downward like a pair of old drapes. The teacher, Mr. Brown, was boring enough to put someone in a coma. He spoke in a complete monotone. I could imagine his mouth as a metal slot, the words coming out of his maw in a straight line. I bit my lip to keep myself from giggling. It was easy to see that he had intoned his introduction over the course of many years, possibly decades. I tried to tune out the formless droning, my eyes following a little fly that had landed on my desk. I yawned. Glancing over the syllabus that he had just passed out, I could also see that he probably hadn't attended any workshops recently. It was probably the same regurgitated form that he been using since about the second world war. Glancing around the room, I noticed the usual batch of twenty something's. The girls decked out in the latest fashion. Hip hugging jeans designed to lay low and show a soft strip of tummy. I sighed. The guys were either wearing dopey baseball caps or sporting what I called The Starched Hair Look. A head of hair that stood up straight and tall, like a marine at attention, defying gravity. I felt odd being here. It was a weird feeling being back at school after almost twenty years working a regular job. As Mr. Brown continued to drone on about his expectations for the class, my heart sputtered as I noticed the cute Latina from the morning. She was sitting down front in the corner. I could see that she wasn't very enthralled with the class either. She had her head cocked to one side, half listening and daydreaming at the same time. Unconsciously, I put my arm on my desk, resting my chin on my hand. I gazed at her openly. Admiring ever facet of her. She had a graceful neck that tapered down sensually into a snug yellow blouse that pressed in around her breasts accentuating their firm roundness. She wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous. Sitting by the window, back lit from the sun that was pouring through the window like liquid sunshine, the golden light framed her hair and face in a warm glow. She looked like an angel. Her eyes wondered around the room, connected with mine, and locked. She looked quizzically at me. My face turned the color of rouge. She knew I had been staring at her. I turned away quickly and began fiddling nervously with my pencil, making doodles on the paper in front of me. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. She quite possibly was young enough to be my daughter. She probably thought I was some kind of pervert. In fact, she probably thought that I enrolled in school for no other reason than to goggle at young girls. I slunk further down in my chair, eyes focused downward on the paper in front of me. Class didn't end soon enough. As soon as Mr. Brown made his final comments, I grabbed my backpack and hurried out, accidentally bumping a number of students who glanced at me irritably. I felt like such an ass. Daydreaming about a girl that only could exist for me as fodder for fantasy. Yet, the though of her drifted through my mind like a stubborn mirage. Shrugging my backpack abruptly, I walked quickly away, seeking solitude. I didn't have another class for another two hours and I lived too far to drive home. Without looking back towards my class, I went to the library. I found an empty booth in the back. Thankfully, the place was deserted. It was in the middle of the afternoon and most of the students were in class, at home or goofing off in the Student Union. It was too nice of a day to be at school. A negative thought entered my mind. I didn't belong here. Campus life was for young adults, not a middle aged adult. I felt like a mutant. 'Maybe I should just stick to my job and forget this school stuff. Nobody talks to me anyway.' I thought to myself. I felt so empty. I was broken out of my revere by a tentative tap on my shoulder. I glanced back and almost fell out of my chair in surprise. My eyes bugged out of my head like a pair of oversized dessert plates. It was the Latina from my class! I gulped nervously. Unfucking- believeable. I tried to keep a cool facade, but inside I was shivering like an aborigine at the North Pole. She smiled, aware of her effect on me, her eyes dancing playfully. "You sure are quick. I thought, perhaps, you had a bad case of the runs." I smiled back and laughed out loud at her comment. "No," I said in response, "I was actually running away from you." "Oh, yeah, did you think I had some kind of viral disease?" "I don't know, do you? I just got over a cold and my immune system is kind of weak." I wouldn't worry, the only disease I've been accused of having is dysentery of the mouth." "That's pretty gross. Have you had it checked?" "Not recently. I think it's in remission." "Can I catch it talking to you? Like I said, my immune system is not up to full strength." "Only if I spit at you while I talk. I forgot to bring my surgeons mask, so maybe you should step back as a precaution." I found out her name was Paulina, and that she was originally from El Salvador. She had just enrolled in school after getting her residency notice from the INS. She was majoring in Communications. She spoke English was an adorable Spanish accent, one of her many endearing qualities. She lived with an aunt a couple of miles south of the University. As we bantered, I could feel the energy between us, which hummed like a live wire. The conversation flowed from one side to the other with the familiarity of a well-worn pair of sneakers. This couldn't be real. Yet, why shouldn't it be? What is age? For that matter was is a disability? It shouldn't matter. "Paulina," I asked after almost four hours of non-stop gabbing had elapsed, "Can I take you out to dinner? I already missed my afternoon class and am pretty hungry. Does Mexican sound good? I know an awesome place from here called "El Farlitos," that has the most awesome Mexican food on the planet and it's close, within walking distance. She smiled, "I'd love to, but as you can see, I use another form of transportation," pointing to the wheels of her chair and laughing. "No problema," I replied, grinning back, hefting my backpack over my shoulder. "You wheel and I'll walk." I followed her as she maneuvered herself out of the library, staring at the back of her, smiling like a fool. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 28