Harvey's Secret Life

Chemistry

It was halfway through her junior year of college and Barbara was doing great in all of her classes. But she seemed to be doing especially well in her chemistry class with Professor Preston. Unbeknownst to her, he had taken an extra special interest in her. And things were about to heat up.

October 6, 2006. That's the date that was written across the top of the blackboard. Professor Preston chose this day to make his move. "Barbara, please see me after class," he declared with a booming voice. Fearing the worst, Barbara shuddered in her seat. She couldn't fail now. She was so close to midterms. What could Professor Preston possibly want? Guess she would find out at 3.

Three o'clock finally rolled around and Barbara was nervous as all get out. She didn't know what in the world was going through the professor's mind. She prayed that she wasn't failing without knowing. The rest of the students filed out of the classroom while Barbara nervously remained in her seat, her mind racing in a million different directions all at once. Nothing could prepare her for what was about to occur.

Professor Preston came around from behind his desk and perched on the edge of it. He gave Barbara a once over and licked his lips enticingly. He knew without a doubt that he would definitely enjoy this. He just hoped his wife Camille wouldn't find out. With his goal in mind, he stalked towards her like a lion stalking his prey.

"Professor Preston, why did you ask me to stay after?" asked Barbara, with a shaky voice. "Please, call me Leon!", exclaimed the professor, with an edge of excitement in his voice. "Don't act like you don't know what those tight jeans and crop tops do to a man such as myself. I've been eyeing you since the day you entered my classroom. Not to mention the fact that you are way more mature than the others in this class. How old are you?", he asked. "I'm 21, but I fail to see what that has to do with anything, Professor Preston," she proclaimed with a touch of fear. "21? Then you're old enough, thankfully. And again, please call me Leon after hours. No formalities needed," he calmly replied with a wink.

"Old enough? Old enough for what exactly? Are you hitting on me?", she asked, getting a little excited now. He was, after all, the hottest professor in the college. What she wouldn't give to take him for a spin. What harm could it do?

"I guess you could say that I am in fact hitting on you," he said, and again he licked his lips. "But for this to work, there are some ground rules that must be laid out. Are we clear?" he asked. "I think so," she said. "Turn around and bend over!" he demanded. She did so obligingly as he drew a ruler across her rear. THWACK!! "First rule, always answer me with yes sir or no sir. Are we clear?" he asked yet again. "Yes sir," she whispered. "Second rule: No one can know about us. I have a wife and I would hate for her to find out. Understood?" "Yes sir," she again whispered. "I understand." "Good, then let's move on to the third and final rule. Yes, I have a wife and that will make you my mistress. But you are to have zero relations with any other man. If you are caught having relations with another man, you will be punished accordingly. And take notes because I do not take this lightly. So are you in?" he asked. "Yes sir," she said with a little hesitation.

"May I ask you something, Leon?" she queried. "Yes, you may," he said with a chuckle. "Why me? Out of all the beautiful women that have graced your classroom doors, why choose me? What makes me so special?" she asked with a smile. "Well, my dear Barbara, for starters, I find you unbearably attractive. With you brunette curls that fall just below the waist line, your oh so inviting lips, your veluptuos curves and your devilish smile, not to mention your gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Why not you? I mean sure, there have been plenty of gorgeous women whom have come through the doors of my classroom. But none of them are quite as sophisticated as you. I just know that you can keep this relationship a secret. Now can't you, my beautiful vixen?" he asked, with a somewhat youthful glint in his eye.

"Of course I can!" she proclaimed, glee coming through in her voice. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't tell a soul. But to what extent will our relationship go? Is it casual? Will there be romantic surprises? And is there a timeline? Do you plan for this to eventually end? These are things that I must know before we proceed any further."

"Our relationship will go to whatever extent I deem appropriate throughout. If at any time, I feel like things are going too far, I will terminate the relationship. I will make all final decisions as far as where we will dine and where we will go for getaways. And yes, there will be getaways to help us get to know one another better. My assistant will be in charge of taking you to the mall to get appropriate clothing for each getaway that we go on. You are not allowed to ask where we are going and you are to make no objections when we reach our destination. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.

"Crystal," she said with a hint of hesitancy. "But won't that mean that your assistant will know of our relationship? Aren't you concerned that they might inform your wife and expose us? What's to say you don't do something to anger them and they decide to expose your secret as revenge? How will you keep them from telling?" she asked.

"Don't worry about that, my dear," he said. "Margo quite literally owes his life to me. I have no doubt that he will keep our relationship under wraps. He also knows how angry I can become if things do not go my way. So no worries. Camille will be none the wiser to our extracurricular activities. That, I can assure you," he said with an air of dominance.