A Forbidden Love

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Ilka and I left the party around three o’clock. Ilka was feeling her alcohol. She was not as intoxicated as she had been after one of these parties in the past. I believed that she had noticed my holding the professor in a very tight passionate embrace while we were dancing. I think too, she observed us whispering in each other’s ear. Then she asked the big question.

“Are you having an affair with Professor Surino?”

I did not know Ilka well enough to determine how perceptive she was in detecting my lies. “No! Why do you think that?” I asked.

“It’s just the way you hold her, the way you quietly talk to her when you’re dancing. She hardly took her eyes off of you the entire evening,” she observed.

“I think she likes me. I really enjoy her class and I told her so. I think she may be flattered,” I convincingly said.

We made our way to Ilka’s dorm. As we entered the room, she began to get undressed. It was déjà vu from the previous week.

She turned to me and asked, “Would you mind getting the shower running, you did such a good job last week.” I entered the bathroom and started the water. I decided to undress while I was in there. Just about the time I was completely undressed Ilka entered. She has an amazing body. She came close and I took her in my arms. She felt so incredible I did not want to release her. She moved away and went into the shower. I followed. I took the soap and began soaping her down. After we were rinsed off and were thoroughly clean, we toweled off. We tied the towels around ourselves and walked into the bedroom. Ilka took a bottle of wine from a cabinet and poured two glasses. We sat on the side of the bed while we drank the wine and looked into each other’s eyes. Just knowing what a beautiful body she had under that towel was getting me excited. I reached over and released the towel to get a better look. Suddenly, it occurred to me. Since coming to this university, I have had s*x with three women, but never more than once each. Ilka was going to be the second time with one of the three. I was quite sure that on Sunday, I was going to enjoy the professor for the second time. Then it occurred to me too, what was the professor’s first name? I cannot continue to have s*x with her and refer to her as the “Professor”.

We put down our wine glasses and began our s****l ritual. Having s*x with Ilka was a wonderful experience. Jokingly, I said, “Did you take your pill today?”

She smiled and nodded her head in the affirmative.

It made me relax to know that she was taking care of this part of our love making. Then she lay back as much as to say, “Okay, take care of me.” I began to kiss every part of her body. For a while, I concentrated on her breasts. Then I moved down discovering all of her erogenous zones until I reached her v****a. Once my mouth touched her vaginal lips, she signaled to me that she was now in ecstasy. I kept up that s****l maneuver for a half hour. Ilka was transported to another world. Then it was time to please myself. I moved my body up and entered her. She was very tight. It was obvious from her vaginal muscles that she had been a virgin before me. Whatever her reason, she decided to select me to be her first. That was good for my ego, but I became concerned that she wanted something more. Women like Ilka prefer a monogamous relationship. Once a man commits to that, he becomes her property. She will take command and begin to direct his every move. That was not what I wanted. I will take whatever action necessary to prevent that from happening.

It did not take long for me to ejaculate. After a few minutes, I rolled over and settled in to go to sleep. Ilka moved close to me. The few times that I have had s*x, I have noticed that after s****l encounters women want to be held. So far it has been my experience that they all require it.

Early the next morning, I woke up before Ilka. I had a lot of work to do that day. I knew too, Ilka would want me to spend the day with her. I began to get dressed.

Ilka opened her eyes and observed me dressing. Then she said, “Where are you going?”

I kept dressing. Finally, as I was buttoning my shirt I said, “I have to go. I have a thousand things to do before tonight’s performance.”

Then she said, “Are you going to the cast party tonight?”

I knew that this could be the first stage of getting some kind of commitment as well. “I’d love to,” I said convincingly. “But quite frankly, I don’t know. I’ll see you later.” Then I walked out the door. I was going to attempt to catch up with Greta this evening after the show. It may be short notice, but I thought that I would at least give it a try.

When I got back to my dorm room, I read a synopsis of “Tea and Sympathy”. I knew that Professor Surino was going to engage me in conversation about the play. I wanted to be prepared. I was wondering why she was so adamant that I read it. I went over in my mind the student actresses that I was familiar. I could not imagine any of them being right for the part of Laura. Bill Reynolds, Laura’s husband in the play, would be another part that would be difficult to cast. The few men that were available were much too young and would not be believable. After some thought on that subject, I decided to walk down to the dining hall and get something to eat. It was halfway between breakfast and lunch so I requested the lunch menu. I had a quick sandwich and ordered another to take back to my dorm room. I passed by Greta’s room and the door was open. She was sitting in a recliner reading a book. I knocked on the open door. She looked up and with that body language of hers; she motioned for me to come in. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” I inquired.

She glanced up from her book, smiled and said, “What do you have in mind?”

“I thought that maybe we can take in a movie after I do the show,” I replied.

“Do you want to watch it here? I have cable and a big screen TV. If you will bring a pizza, I will provide the wine,” she said.

“It sounds like a plan. I’ll come by around eleven o’clock,” I pointed out. She smiled again. Then I turned and left the room.

I called the pizza parlor on campus and ordered one to be delivered at eleven o’clock to my room. I spent the remainder of the afternoon working on class assignments and doing some required reading. Around six o’clock, I decided to take a nap for about an hour. I set my alarm for seven o’clock. Within minutes, I was fast asleep. It seemed like only seconds when the alarm went off. I got up and straightened my bed. Then I went into the shower. I was still sleepy, but the shower wakes me up every time. After about fifteen minutes, I began to get dressed to go to the theater. I did not discuss this subject with Greta the first time we had s*x, but the thought crossed my mind as to the type of birth control she used. I was going to attempt a subtle approach to the subject this evening. I finished dressing and checked the time. It was seven thirty. I left and walked to the theater. My plan was to get out of the theater right after the show. I did not want to have to explain to Ilka why I was not going to attend the party.

When the curtain went down, I walked out of the theater without changing my clothes or taking off my makeup. I had previously put the clothes that I had worn to the theater in a bag; I picked it up and was out the stage door.

When I arrived at my room, I took a quick shower. As I was getting dressed a knock came at the door. It was the pizza delivery man. I paid for the pizza. With the pizza in hand; I walked the few steps next door. Greta had left the door open. She must have figured that it would be awkward for me to knock and balance the pizza at the same time.

“Is anyone home?” I inquired.

Greta from behind the bathroom door said, “Come in and please close the door.”

I put the pizza on the table and sat down.

After a few seconds, Greta came out of the bathroom holding a towel in front of her. I stood up and she walked over to me. She kissed me on the cheek. Then teasingly, she asked, “Want a peek?” She opened and closed the towel quickly, but slowly enough to allow me a good look.

At that point, I was beginning to wonder how much movie we were going to watch that night. She walked over to a closet and took out a loosely fitting dress. She had her back to me, but when she dropped the towel I had a good look at her nude body from the rear. She had an incredible derriere. I was getting horny in just the few seconds I made that observation. The plan was to eat pizza and watch a movie. I knew where my mind was going to be. Paying attention to the movie was going to be difficult.

She came over to the table where the pizza was resting. She put a few pieces onto plates and served me one. Then she opened a bottle of wine and gave me a glass. She told me that the movie was going to be a surprise. She said that she had done some research. She was sure this movie was one that I wanted to see. Greta put the cartridge into her DVD playback machine and turned it on. The title flashed up onto the screen, “Tea & Sympathy”. It was amazing how she managed to get a copy of the movie. It was filmed in 1956 and it was in black and white. Furthermore, how did she know I had been reading the play that the movie was based on?

“I’m really impressed that Professor Surino is now selecting plays especially for you,” she said.

How did she know that I was in discussion with Professor Surino about this play? “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I countered. She smiled and we began to watch the movie.

The movie had the same theme, but was structured differently. Instead of having the professor, “David Harris” suspected of homosexual activities which brought about rumors of Tom does not exist in the film. The character of “Ellie” who never appears in the play becomes essential to Tom being homosexual with his inability to have s*x with her. While the play ends with the audience to decide what will happen to Laura and Tom after the curtain falls, the movie avoids any doubt. The movie begins ten years later at a school reunion. At the conclusion, Tom finds Bill Reynolds, (Laura’s previous husband) presenting him with a letter from Laura. The voice of Laura reads the letter. We learn from the letter that Tom did have s*x with Laura that evening. Tom is now married with children; any possibility of his homosexuality now is completely removed.

When the film was concluded and we were working on our third bottle of wine, Greta turned to me and said, “So, is Professor Surino going to cast you as Tom?”

“She asked me to read the play; she didn’t say anything about my playing the part of Tom. I’m not even sure if she is considering that play for the spring production.” I took a short pause and then I asked, “How did you know that I was reading that play?”

She responded by saying, “There’s a student at the library that works the desk, she observed you taking it out. I mentioned you to her once. She saw us having dinner one evening. When I was in the library this week to do some research, she mentioned it to me. I put two and two together.”

There was a pause in our conversation. Then Greta took the lead. She asked, “Why don’t you take those clothes off and get more comfortable. If you like I’ll help you.”

I stood and began to unbutton my shirt. Greta stood and walked over to me. She began to unbuckle my pants. They fell to the floor. She put her hand inside my shorts and began to fondle me. Then with one motion she pushed my shorts to the floor. I was completely naked. I kicked off my loafers. Greta dropped her dress to the floor, and then she pressed her body to mine. My manhood found its way between her legs. Although I had not entered her, it was a unique feeling of ecstasy. We stayed in that position for several minutes as I ran my hands all over her body. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the bed.