Lessons From My Best Friend's Dad

Sheree

The last week of my final year at college.

I have a week to clean out my dorm room, finalize my trip home and finally breathe.

I should be happy. Four years at college finished. And I know I did well in all my classes, I just know I did.

So why does it feel so sad?

Is it because I’m leaving my best friend Zoe, who’s a year behind me?

Or knowing I’ll never see her dad again, who also just happens to be my major subject Professor.

The man I’ve had a crush on since I can remember, but once I came to college and found out he was my Professor. I almost drowned in my own lust.

It’s been a hard four years. Harder still not to tell my best friend my biggest secret.

It would crush Zoe if she knew, and I don’t think the Professor would be too impressed if he knew what I’ve been doodling about during his lectures.

What I’ve been imagining him doing to me while I try to focus on my work, sleep. Eating or anything.

Knowing it’s our last week, I feel like a part of me is dying inside.

Dying to tell him, to tell Zoe even.

To tell the world how I really feel.

But nobody wants a sex-starved nerdy, curvy girl with a volcanic crush on her teacher.

It’s so…cliché.

Like a fantasy, I should have for four minutes. Not four years, aching inside for the man of my dreams to touch me where no one has.

Sounds extra stupid now, real crazy town stuff.

But aside from no other male even noticing I exist, I’m saving myself for the one man I know I would gladly give myself to.

Unfortunately he just also happens to be my best friend’s dad.

There’s a lesson in all this for me, I know it.

I just hope it’s a kind, caring lesson and not the spanking kind that leaves me sore and sorry.

But then again…

Professor Michael Grayson

It’s my final term as Professor of Biochemistry at the college.

Five years on a contract has flown by, but it’s time to take a break, maybe for good this time. I’ve got other things I need to do with my life apart from teaching.

It’s a relief too.

I can finally put to bed all these crazy thoughts I’ve been having.

My daughter Zoe’s best friend, Sheree, who also just happens to be my star student?

Well. She’s kinda been on my mind lately.

A lot really.

I’ve told myself all year that a younger, curvy girl like her would never go for an older guy like me.

That the whole Professor/student fantasy is just that.

A fantasy.

Plus there are rules about that sort of thing. The rules that expire as of this week now that my contract with the college has run out.

Try as I might, with my daughter’s birthday coming up, I can’t help but see Zoe and her best friend Sheree every day it seems.

No biggie. I’ll be done soon. Zoe will stay on one more year to finish her degree while I fly back East. To Florida.

Sheree will graduate and get on with her own life.

Won’t she?

When Sheree visits me in my office, expecting me to help her plan a surprise party for Zoe.

She gets a surprise of her own when she sees exactly what she does to me.

What she’s always done to me.

Will she run a mile, tell Zoe, and ruin my career as well as her friendship with my daughter?

Or will she do as she’s told?

Stay back after class like I’ve always wanted her to.

Never letting her go again. Keeping her back after class for good.

Forever.

Mine.