I felt his eyes peering into my brain but I maintained his eye contact. That stare-down thing got old after the first year on faculty. It only worked with the new hires. “Well, we would have loved to have given you a party or one of those, what do you women call them? A bridal shower, if we’d known.”
“Oh, that’s quite all right. I like my private life to be separated from my university life anyway.”
Dr. Chambers’s lips turned down. “I can see that.”
Dubois saw the tense interplay and said, “Honey, are you all finished?”
“I am. I’m ready to leave when you are.”
“Oh now, don’t rush off. I’ve got plenty to show you, young man.” The way Dr. Chambers stared, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he fallen in love on first sight. Then I giggled to myself. Anal-retentive Dr. Chambers as a member of the gay coalition would be a sad and pitiful thing—for them.
Dubois handed the vase back. “I am sorry, but we have much to do to get settled in. Another time, perhaps?”
Dr. Chambers didn’t want this fertile mind…and man…to leave, but too bad. It was my turn. He finally sighed before saying, “I’ll hold you to it, young man. Have a great rest of your vacation, Dr. Charles.”
“I will.”
We both turned and walked outside in silence. We remained quiet until we had settled inside the car. Then Dubois spoke. “Is it just me, or is your Dr. Chambers an odd duck?”
I guffawed. “Baby, odd is one of the better adjectives I’ve heard used for him. The others are significantly unflattering.”
“I believe you.” Dubois intertwined his fingers in mine between the seats. “So…we on the way back to the house?” I saw the hopeful look in his eyes, but ignored it. That old apprehension rearing its ugly head and stuff. Instead, I said, “Not yet. I thought we’d tour the campus, then visit a place I think you’ll enjoy.”
He squeezed my hand in his. “Baby, I can’t think of any place I would enjoy better than my favorite room of the house.” He blew me a kiss, eyes hooded and making promises I sure hoped he kept.
My ovaries must have dumped a truckload of estrogen into my bloodstream because I was suddenly warm all over. This man is so tempting! Damn! Look at his lips, his silky tongue… D-A-M-N! I took a few deep breaths before I could respond. “Just go with me…and then I’ll let you take me there.”
Dubois made a face, then said, “Spoilsport. I had some…things…I wanted to do to you, too.”
My head almost popped, I was so horny. But I had to slow things down, keep things at my pace. “And I plan to let you do every…one…of…them.”
He slid down lower on the seat, his free hand involuntarily rubbing over his cock. I understood. I wanted to rub my clit myself—but I resisted. Not having anything else I thought I could say, I put the car in drive.
9
I didn’t half remember what I said as we drove through campus. My mind was definitely on Dubois—his lips, hands, and especially his cock. He didn’t give me any strange looks like I’d let on or had spoken my thoughts aloud, so I guess I am as good at multitasking as I always tell folks I am.
At the back end of campus, we came upon the annual county fair. Dubois’s eyes lit up. “A carnival! Can we stop?”
“Sure.” I hadn’t been to a fair since I left high school, but if he wanted to stop, what could it hurt?
The smells of the fair brought back memories, some fond, some not so good. The stand with Italian sausage with onions beckoned me and I quickly grabbed one along with a bag of cotton candy. Dubois laughed as the juice squirted out from my first bite.
“You really like those sausages, eh?”
I just nodded since my mouth was full. Dubois pulled me along and we strolled down the midway. His hand rested lightly in the dip in my lower back. It felt…right.
The midway was lined with games of chance. Carnies hawked and enticed loudly for passersby to try to win one of the many prizes for their lady. I normally ignored them, but at the bottle toss, Dubois could no longer resist. We stopped.
“Dubois, you know this stuff is rigged, right?”
“Of course. But,” he rolled up his sleeve, showing his bulging forearms, and leaned closer to my face, “I like a good challenge. Always.” He sealed it with a kiss.
Did somebody just suck all the air out of the carnival?
“Oh, we have a contestant!” the ruddy-faced, grungy man proudly proclaimed to those passing by. Of course some stopped. “Step right up and knock down the rows of bottles and win a prize. One set, pick from the first shelf. Two sets, pick from the top shelf. All three, choose one of our huge stuffed animals!”
Dubois nodded, then glanced at me. “Which animal do you want?”
I thought he was being overly optimistic because like I said, these things are rigged. I imagined I’d probably leave with one of the small dogs at best, but since he asked, I told him the zebra.
“Zebra it is.” Dubois took the first ball, bounced it in his hand, then looked up at the carnie. “Do I get a practice throw?”
“Why, sure! One practice throw. After that, they all count!” The carnie smiled a smile that showed chipped and rotten teeth. Why? I don’t know. With a mouth like that, I’d keep my hand up in front of it.
Dubois bounced the ball again, then pulled his arm back and threw. I groaned quietly. He only managed to get three out of the six bottles in the pyramid to fall. Not a good sign.
The carnie must have thought it was a good sign for him because he quickly placed three balls in front of Dubois. “Not bad. Now keep that up and your lady can get something off the bottom shelf!”
Dubois pulled me closer. “I need a kiss for good luck.” I leaned in, planning for a peck, but he had other ideas. His tongue snaked in my mouth, hijacking my tongue and twirling it into submission. My hands crept up to curl around the back of his neck and pull him closer. Just as I felt my leg lifting from the ground, intent on wrapping it around Dubois’s thigh, the carnie cleared his throat.
“There are children here, folks.”
The redness crept up my neck and spread to my cheeks. A peek past Dubois showed we had indeed garnered an audience, including a kid who had dropped the top scoop of his ice cream cone as he stood with his mouth gaped open watching us. Definitely the wrong place and time.
Dubois seemed unfazed; in fact, a smile was perched on his lips. He lifted a ball, gave me a wink, and let it fly! The ball hit low on the pyramid and all the bottles tumbled over. Without a break, he threw the next two balls. The other pyramids collapsed just like the first. Hot damn! A smile broke out on my face and I clapped my hands in glee. The carnie looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.
“The lady would like the zebra, please.”
The carnie handed it over reluctantly. Dubois then passed it
