THE STUDENT The hot fall day began busy and continued that way. As she walked into the lecture hall, heels across the stone floor, dressed conservatively, but with promise hidden almost, her eyes wandering, noticing the feel and wondering if the class would give her new knowledge, challenge her, expose her to things she never had known. She sat down near the front, looking around, adjusting herself, pushing her hair back, watching the others seating around the room.

As her eyes moved around, she saw him walk into the room and move to a seat, his eyes searching the room as he walked to the seat he had chosen.

He was different, unlike the others, not fitting into a mold. Completely different, not young and carefree, but not older then the others either, dressed casually, no mental frame to put him in. Not like the others she knew, had gone to school with or dated. As he slid into the seat his eyes met hers watching him, a small smile hinted at his lips.

Quickly she looked away and caught sight of the professor at the front and opened her notebook. Minutes passed, the lecture interesting but the same as all the others to come, her eyes again looking about. A pulse in the air as she looked towards him, his eyes watching the professor at the front then looking over casually with that slight smile and a easy look in his eye.

Feeling herself smiling back, then without meaning to, looking him over, studying the line of his face and his hands on the table. Realizing what she was doing looking at his face again to see if he noticed her watching, only to see his eyes looking over her, appraising her, the expensive hair cut, the well done makeup, the nice clothes, down over her legs crossed, thighs pressed against the material of her slacks. His eyes never pausing or staring, but she felt like he was drinking her in. Eyes meeting eyes, she knew deep within without thinking that he knew what every inch of her flesh would feel like on his fingertips and in his hands. With a start, she realized that her nipples had harden and a bead turning within. Surprised a light shining into her presence, she looked away, wondering, watching the professor, not looking again to the end of the class, he looking away feeling her eyes turning back and the hint of a smile.

To late to see him stand, looking as he walked out, strong shoulders under a polo shirt, powerful thighs encased in jeans, boots, among preps and jocks and all the others, moving through the crowd quietly and not part of the others. She walked away remembering the eyes, the promise of a smile, the quiet intensity shaded.

Knowing that an opportunity was available, maybe a chance to move beyond the future success stories and game players and those growing up to be their father, Inside her the knowledge that something like a door was becoming apparent, a chance to become more than what people see, to walk along a road that until then had only been a feeling an unremembered dream. Time to search and expand or walk away and become what everyone thought she was and what she had lived her life for and to enjoy a happy comfortable life, to keep the glimpse of the door buried until it quickly disappeared. Chapter 2 The first day of classes ended, she unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in, putting her bag of books on the desk and kicking her heels off as she looked around the apartment. Everything as she had left it that morning, sunlight shining in through the windows and French doors, a view of green outside. Walking across to the stereo, selecting something to match her mood.

Then to the answering machine with the blinking light, hitting the button and listening to voices, service calls, friends and the one she had been dating. Remembering how everyone told her what a good match they were, even her parents showing their feelings. The last time they had met together, how her father and him had talked and agreed, and how her mother had gone the extra mile to make him feel welcomed and how much she had like watching them with him, how she had felt content and proud. Thinking back now she remembered that day and others and the nights also. Fit and strong he was a good lover and she enjoyed the lovemaking and felt content.

A nice apartment, a wonderful family, a prospective mate with a very good future, and a bright career after school for herself, all together things were going well. The music played low in the background as she walked over to the table and looked at the books and remembered what she needed to do.

Looking down she remembered each class and the teachers and looked into her day timer and noted the soft placeignments that need to be done. As she walked to the bedroom, stopping to turn up the music, unbuttoning her top, replaying in her mind the days events. Walking into her room she dropped the top onto the bed, remembering the meeting with her advisor after the first class and discussing her plans and deciding then to adjust her schedule to add the philosophy class at the end of the day, she loosened her slacks and let them fall around her feet. Picking them up she walked across to drop them and the top into the hamper, remembering the rest of the day until the last class, unsnapping the bra and sliding silk down her legs as she remembered how everything seemed so perfect as she revisited the rest of the day seeing the people and the class rooms in her mind.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub adding bath beads and returned to the bedroom naked, the music playing in the background. Her mind moving to the end of the day to the last class, remembering walking into the room and sitting down and looking around watching the teacher and the other students and then looking and seeing him.

Stopping and looking into the mirror as she removed her earrings and jewelry, her body mirrored in the glass, the face composed studying herself, her breasts and shoulders, her stomach and hips, down over her thighs and calves, stopping to see the gentle curve of her hips, turning slightly to see the slopes of her bottom. Thinking back to the last class, remembering his eyes meeting hers, and the sudden realization without thinking just by looking into his eyes that he knew what every inch of her flesh would feel like on his fingertips and in his hands and how she had realized that her nipples had harden and a warm bead had started turning within her. Now standing before the mirror watching her nipples harden again and the unconscious imperceptible movement of her thighs, she remembered his hands on the desk and the slight smile on his lips the thought coming to her mind that it was all a figment, that he was nothing more than any other. Diverting her mind to remember the last time she had made love, but when she brought forth that face the memory wouldnt stay. With one last look and a fingertip caress to one nipple, she turned and walked to the bath her mind wondering and wandering. Chapter 3 Putting one foot into the water then taking it out and moving to the cabinet to choose a candle, placing it on the tub edge and lighting it, then turning off the light and walking back to the tub. The music playing in the background as she slowly slid into the tub.

The feel of the bath covering her as she laid back and relaxed. The heat from the water, the music playing, the flickering light of the candle relaxing her, removing all the thoughts of classes, soft placeignments and work. Eyes closing and the feel of the water moving over her as her mind slowly drifted into herself. Remembering things, events and accomplishments, people and places, awards and opportunities realized, grasping nothing and everything merging into a haze, except for a thought slight and so near then far away, coming back and sliding away again. The sound of the music almost subliminal, words on the very edge of her mind, taking chancesletting gogrowingfallingtouching places never realized, a realization coming forth in pictures in her subconscience. Realization forming, of always having been in control, ordering her life, knowing the right choices, letting others only see sides of herself.

Sides never shown but there under the surface becoming aware of them the possibilities and chances the beckoning awareness that she could stay content and succeed or drop pretense and security and fly or fall.

Slowly moving away but holding onto the thought, she gradually came aware of the flickering light, the music and the heat of the water and the feel of her body as awareness came to her of her finger slowly moving down from her throat and between her breasts, the tip of her thumb caressing the nipple as her mind moved along to come to an image of a smile and a look and a realization of what waited beyond control.

Her memory remembering the lines of his face, as her other hand moved to her breast finger and thumbing lightly touching that nipple, the way his hands laid on the desk, hers moving lower across her stomach, the way he had looked at her and how she felt that he knew what she would feel like, her fingertip at her nipple and her other fingers sliding down touching the top of her pubis, the size of his shoulders and thighs the sureness off his movements, her finger touching and flowing over and around her mind opening new thoughts coming to her, stepping over the line and knowing that she wanted to feel his power, to see him exposed, his lips on hers, the feel of his length against her skin, her nipples in the hair of his chest, feeling her legs wrap around his powerful thighs and feel of the tip opening her and sliding in inch over inch, counting as it spread her, knowing no more control, losing all giving it up. Realization that a path was there and she would not turn away from it.