3 comments/ 9610 views/ 13 favorites Serving My Students: Ainsley Pt. 01 By: NapalmHeat Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for Literotica, after years of reading. Please provide constructive feedback; hopefully with enough support, I'll continue this story and make it stronger. Enjoy!! ***** I work in the career center at a small, private college. I spend my days teaching resume and cover letter writing, and helping students figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. It is a very rewarding job, which is good, as the pay is not. There are some great benefits, though. The big one, after great health insurance, is that I am assailed daily with the sights and smells of gorgeous co-eds. Smart, 18-22 year old women are a delight. They are fun to talk with, they flirt even when they don't mean to, and they need no particular reason to wear tight clothes, other than the fact that they have firm, young bodies. Even if it is 20 degrees outside, that just gives them the excuse to wear yoga pants instead of short shorts. Being professional is obviously part of my job, as I'm supposed to be teaching students how to act in a professional manner so they can get a job. But sometimes these women make it so hard. There's one woman in particular, her name is Ainsley. She is stunning - 5'6", brown hair cut just above the shoulders so you can see plenty of her luscious neck, with icy grey-green eyes. She's got great legs and a round, firm ass, sculpted from years of horseback riding. She's also got great tits; large, firm, and screaming to be grasped. I've always enjoyed working with her, not just looking at her. We hit it off immediately, both recognizing that sarcasm is the best way to communicate. Her sassy attitude, coupled with her southern drawl, makes her incredibly sexy. Of course, her constant, playful flirting with me doesn't hurt either. I do my best to not encourage it, but I certainly take pleasure in it. While I may always enjoy looking at her and the many other gorgeous women on campus, I never realistically imagine being with any of them. Fantasties? Oh yes, I've had many, but really being with them, nah... ********************** Today, like many others, I walk into our campus grill, for lunch, and I see Ainsley sitting by herself in a corner booth. As I would normally do for any student I work with regularly, I walk over to say hi. As I do, it is immediately apparent something is wrong; Ainsley has been crying, looks exhausted, and is staring blankly at her food. "Ainsley?! What happened?! I ask, concerned. "My boyfriend dumped me last night." Her normally mischievous and sexy eyes look hollow as she stares up at me. I am honestly shocked; Ainsley had been seeing some guy from home as long as I've known her - I assumed they would marry someday. (Of course I was jealous as hell of him for fucking Ainsley). "Oh my God Ainsley, I'm so sorry! What...why?" I really feel bad for her; lusting over a woman is one thing, but I'm not a heartless dick and don't want to see her hurting like this. "...I really don't know why; he said something about it being about him and not me, but...that's such a crock of shit. His own mother called later and said she had no idea what the hell was going on." I sit down across from her in the booth and just shake my head at her sympathetically. I reach out and lay my hand on top of hers saying, "I'm really sorry Ainsley and I can see how much you are hurting. If you need anything at all, even a chair to sit and cry in, my office is open." After looking me in the eyes for a few moments, I begin to see a spark of life return. Her eyes are like books, they are captivating and tell you everything in her mind and soul at once. "Thanks, that helps a lot." Ainsley whispers and actually manages a small smile, which must be incredibly hard at the moment. It makes me light up, and I think she knows it. I smile back, squeeze her hand for a second, and then head back to my office, leaving her with her thoughts. I don't see Ainsley at the grill at her usual time the next two days and I begin to worry, so once I return home after work, I send her a text: Me: Been thinking about you and I am missin some sass! Seriously though, I hope you are doing better. My office is open anytime for you. I receive an almost immediate response: Ainsley: Thx, I'm missin giving you some sass! Can I stop by at 11 tomorrow? I checked my calendar and was glad to see I was open then: Me: Definitely; come on by! Ainsley: c u then :) As I turn in for bed, I lay here, struggling to sleep. I am feeling guilty as I keep seeing images of Ainsley in my mind and keep fantasizing about her. After a while, finally, sleep overtakes me. Ainsley is sitting in my office and while she is talking in halting phrases about the break-up, I am failing hopelessly to not stare at her legs, covered only in short, tight gym shorts. She has a tank top on that is stretched around her ample globes. Finally she is done talking, waiting for me to respond. I somehow, in my daze, manage to say something that must have come across as empathetic and reassuring, because suddenly I find that we are both standing and that she is hugging me tightly; thanking me for helping her. Her breasts press into me and they feel incredible. I hug her back tightly and then give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, to show that I care. In the next moment, she looks me in the eye and then her lips are pressed against mine. I gasp for a moment, lock eyes with her, and then hungrily kiss her back. My hands slide up her back and I press into her as our tongues seek each other out. Ainsley shifts her legs apart to steady herself and I move my right leg into the space between them. She moans as my knee pushes into her and sucks in her breath as my hands slide down behind the elastic band of her shorts, grabbing on to her ass; a soft shell with a firmness underneath...paradise. Ainsley begins moving her body against my leg; humping my thigh, as our mouths fight each other. I can feel the heat from her pussy as she slides her silky shorts against me. I can hear gasps and urgent grunts as she tries to find release. I suddenly feel her vibrate; her body spasms as a small orgasm takes her. I'm shocked that it happened so quickly. She pauses for a second and backs away a step as my hands reluctantly let go of her glorious ass cheeks. I suddenly get very concerned that she is going "wake up" and realize what we just did. Instead, Ainsley looks at me, smirks with her typical sarcastic expression, and then drops to her knees, while grasping at the belt to my pants. I shudder in anticipation as she quickly loosens the buckle, undoes the button and pulls my pants and boxer briefs down all at once. My achingly stiff rod springs out immediately to her obvious pleasure. Without using her hands, she leans in and uses her tongue to lick around the hole, swiping at the ample precum leaking out. I groan as she moves her head around to slide her tongue along my shaft, teasing me by only using a little pressure, her eyes telling me that she is doing this on purpose. I try to shift my body to put more pressure against her mouth and she meets each movement with one of her own, moving around each side of my dick, continuing her teasing licks. Finally, when she knows I can't stand it any longer, she moves in front of me, takes my dick in her hand and slides me into her mouth. It takes all I can to not cum immediately, I'm so pent up at the suddenness of it all. I gain control of myself as she commences a slow and ecstasy filled sucking, her tongue and lips clenching around my shaft. I lay my hands on her head, guiding her a bit, trying not to force myself down her hot throat. She responds by reaching her hands around me to grasp my ass and begins to pick up the pace, fucking her own mouth with my member... Almost without warning I come to, as my hand is furiously pulling on my dick and I begin to sit up from my prone position and yell as cum launches from the purple head, spewing over my sheets and my shirt. I continue stroking as a sizable load continues to release and then, out of sheer exhaustion, I fall back onto the bed, my head landing on my pillow as I gasp for air. "Shit!" I say to myself, almost laughing at what had to be one of the most realistic and powerful masturbation experiences I've ever had. Almost as quickly I say "Fuck!! How am I supposed to look her in the eyes tomorrow after that?!" I get out of bed, go to the bathroom to clean myself off, and return to bed to fall into a fitful sleep. The next morning I awake and begin to get ready as usual, momentarily forgetting about my considerably wet dream, until I look at my phone to check my calendar and remember I am seeing Ainsley in a few hours. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and I begin to hope that I can be my usual self; I don't want to lose my job for saying or doing something stupid. I arrive to the office and get into my normal swing; I see two students, helping them both with resumes for internship applications and return a bunch of emails, when my intercom buzzes to inform me that Ainsley is here. I let my secretary know I'll be out in a minute and then I grab a pocket mirror I keep in my drawer, check my hair, push a few strands into place and then go out to greet her. Walking down the hallway, I can immediately see that Ainsley looks 100% better than she did a couple of days before. Really, she looks fantastic; she's wearing a magenta blouse that fits snugly around her breasts and a flirty navy skirt that sits four inches above her knees, showing plenty of thigh. I blink hard for a moment as she catches my eye; I see her look down and smile to herself, and I know in that instant she caught me checking her out. I quickly compose myself and greet her. "Hey Ainsley; it's great to see you!" "You too, thanks for fitting me in on short notice." "My pleasure as always, c'mon back." I lead the way down the hall and then stop to let her by me so she can enter my office first; I quickly scan down her backside, admiring her ass and her shapely legs. I shake my head for a moment, trying to pull myself out of the gutter so I can focus on helping a student in need. We both sit down and I look at her for a moment. "It's good to see you, how are you doing?" I ask her. "I'm much better, thanks for checking in on me last night. I went home later on the day you saw me down the hall at the grill, and didn't come back until yesterday evening. I spent most of the first day crying my eyes out and then talked it all out with my Mom and sister. I came to the realization that things had not been going well between him and I; he was drifting away for awhile and I never saw it. It still hurts a lot and it will take some time before I'm whole again, but it is probably for the best." I nod thoughtfully at what she's said and respond, "I'm really glad you are handling this so well. I must say you look a thousand percent better today." "Thanks. I wanted to dress nicely after pretty much living in my gym clothes for three straight days." Before I realize what I am doing, I look her up and down and say, "I don't know what he's thinking giving you up." She immediately blushes, smiles and looks down. "I mean, not that I'm checking you out or anything..." I stammer immediately after. "Shit. I mean, damn, I mean...ah heck. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking saying that to you; you're my student and are going through a breakup. I'm really not hitting on you or anything!" I am completely mortified at what I've said and I can feel the shock and fear on my face as I hope to God she isn't going to slap me, run out of the office, and immediately file a harassment claim. Instead, after a moment, she looks up with those mischievous icy eyes and says in her patented southern sass, "So you think he's giving up something good, huh?!" She looks down at herself, leans forward a bit toward me, and a husky voice that sends heat to my nether regions, says, "You have no idea how good." I obviously can't see my own expression, but I can easily hear the thunk as my jaw drops to the floor. After a stunned moment, I lean back in my chair and try to stammer out something I hope sounds composed and at least portends to professional. "uh...Ainsley, I think...I uh...uh..." I fail miserably at composed and professional. Ainsley bails me out by smiling, standing up, smoothing out her skirt and reaching to the floor to grab her bag. I horrify myself by staring down her blouse and seeing the tops of her perfect breasts, sheathed in a lacy white bra. I'm pretty sure she intended for me to have a show, but I quickly look away and stand up, belatedly realizing I'm hard. "Ainsley?!" I manage to say clearly. She turns to me, places her hand on my chest and leans in to give me a soft but long kiss on my cheek. After doing so she turns on her southern charm to high setting, looks me in the eyes, hers are sparkling, and in a completely composed way says, "Thank you Matthew. You really are sweet and I know you didn't mean any harm. I appreciate you looking out for me and I look forward to seeing you again." With that, Ainsley walks toward the door, then she looks back toward me and down to my erection, gives me a quick wink, and then walks off. I'm not sure how long I remain standing there, but I cannot form a complete thought, especially as I continue to breath in her fragrance, which I know is going to linger the rest of the day. I eventually find my way back into my chair and stare at the screen of my computer, pretending to be able to comprehend the backlog of emails before me. "What the fuck was that?!" I ask myself. I have no explanation for the stupidity I showed nor for her response, which, each time I hear it in my mind, causes my penis to pulse. "You have no idea how good." I hear it over and over again. My phone rings and it causes me to lurch and snap me out of whatever mental state Ainsley has put me in. I take the call, and manage to sound composed and competent while answering a question about a student's grad school application. After the call I am ready to return to work, though Ainsley's scent is always keeping the experience in the background. After and hour of relatively focused work, my stomach starts to grumble and I think about getting lunch. I ran late in the morning, par for the course, and so didn't make lunch. My usual substitute is to go down the hall to the grill; it's a great way to chat up students and remind them to get back to me on their resume or application or to congratulate them on getting that great internship or job offer. Today, though, I know I can't go there. I can just see Ainsley sitting there with her friends, looking up and giving me her normal sarcastic grin, pretending that nothing had ever happened. Her self-assuredness is an attractive quality, but today it would give me a heart attack. Instead, I leave campus, grab a sub, and return to my office to eat, but of course, I get back only to inhale Ainsley's perfume again... When I walk through the door of my apartment, after somehow managing to be productive the remainder of the day, I rush to the bathroom, yank off my pants and jerk off in what feels like seconds. I don't need anything else but the seared into my brain image of Ainsley's breasts and her fine ass, and the smell of her perfume to cum copiously... I am able to be my normal self on Friday, though I feel brief disappointment when I can no longer smell Ainsley in my office as I walk in. I consciously avoid the grill for lunch, resigning myself to a ham sandwich at my desk. I'm just not ready to look her in the eyes yet. My Friday and the weekend passes quickly, filled with my normal Saturday indoor soccer game and watching football at the tap house on Sunday. I do not mention my experience with Ainsley to the guys, knowing the shitstorm it will raise. They already heckle me mercilessly about being single and for not scoring with a hot, firm co-Ed. I guess, at this point, you don't know very much about me. I'm 32, divorced after a failed marriage of four years. Fortunately we did not have kids, which made our parting easier. I'm a pretty normal guy, 5'10, brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty fit, soccer helps with that as does working out semi-regularly at the campus fitness center. Having the opportunity to look at 18-22 year old asses tucked into tight shorts or yoga pants is good motivation to go to the gym often. I guess I'm handsome; at least that's what my female friends say. They've set me up with a few women, and while those led to a couple of months of steady dating and pretty good sex, nothing really came of them. At this point I'm not really feeling the need to be in a relationship and am enjoying the solitude for now. I've actually used some of this time to explore doctoral programs and will use some of my employment benefits to start classes at the research university across town next semester. Really, I'm a pretty content guy and I'm not looking for any complications. Ainsley is starting to make this difficult. Monday starts off like any other Monday; I'm running late for work so I don't get my lunch made. I'm dragging for no particular reason other than it being a Monday. When I finally get to work, I'm able to settle in quickly. The morning is busy with requests to look at graduate school personal statements; a very enjoyable part of my work as it allows me to get to know students at a deeper level. I'm in the groove and the events of the previous week have disappeared from my consciousness. Just like Pavlov's Dog, once 1pm hits, a bell in my mind rings and my stomach starts screaming for nourishment. I head down to the grill and scan the room for familiar faces. I smile at couple of colleagues and then wander over to a couple of students who I will be meeting with later in the week. I remind them to send me their drafts a day or two early and they both thank me for the reminder. I realize that while I was doing my casual look over, I was also seeking for a glimpse of Ainsley, but I don't see her or her close friends anywhere. "Oh well." I say to myself. Even though I don't know how I'd react to seeing her, not seeing her seems worse. I make my way back to the office with my lunch and stop at the front desk to chat with our secretary, June. I mention a couple of things I will need and ask her to set up a meeting with a couple of other offices. She takes down my requests and just as I turn away to head to my office, I am hip-checked on my blind side and stumble a few steps, almost spilling my chicken fingers and fries all over the place. "What the...!" June joins Ainsley in rip roaring laughter as I turn back; my face beet red from embarrassment. Laughing in spite of myself, I say, "Ok Ainsley. You got me." Ainsley, still laughing and with a twinkle in her eye, responds, "Of course I got you; I'm really good, you know." Shock rips through me because I know exactly what she is doing to me with those words. I somehow manage to not spill my lunch again and with no conscious preparation manage to glance up and down at her tight jeans and tank top and respond, "I'm beginning to get a clear picture in my mind." That response stops her; she wasn't expecting the comeback. Fortunately June was oblivious to the double entendre in my words, but they weren't lost on Ainsley. I wink at her and begin to make my way back to my office. I pause for a moment and turn back to ask her what she had come in for. "I'm setting up a practice interview with you for the end of the semester. I'm supposed to dress up for that, right?" She asks, winking back at me. Serving My Students: Ainsley Pt. 01 "You better." I smile in my response and then head off to eat, shaking my head. I don't see Ainsley again that week, which is hardly surprising as my calendar booked up quickly and students are working hard in preparation for their first round of exams. On Friday though, I come back to my office from a meeting in another building, when I spot a note card on my desk; June obviously dropped it off there after retrieving it from the mailroom. I look at the front, and neatly handwritten is "Mr. Corinth" with a smiley face next to it. Getting notes from students is a frequent occurrence on my campus; even in the world of Snapchats and Instaeverything, students are generally pretty good about writing thank you notes. I open up the envelope, pull out a card and see a gorgeous picture of Ainsley on the front. It has a dark background, and she is looking back at the camera over her left shoulder. She has a classy smile and is wearing a deep purple dress, making her already mesmerizing eyes appear to have a cloudy, sultry look to them. I open the card and see that it is an invitation to her Senior Recital; did I mention that in addition to being gorgeous, she's a brainiac biochemistry major/pre-med student, a horseback rider, and also an accomplished flutist? Talk about a renaissance woman. The recital is set for 9pm the following Thursday night with a small reception to follow. I've been to a number of these performances over the years and it is always incredible to see the talents of my students. I add the event to my calendar and send Ainsley a text: Me: Got your invitation; great picture! I look forward to hearing you! A few hours later, after I get home, Ainsley responds: Ainsley: I look forward to having you there. It will be worth your while. ;-) This woman does something to me; I can hear the husky, sexy voice as she types out this text. She is a tormentor; that's what she is, and she's got her hooks in me. The worse part is, this is what I've fantasized, but with Ainsley, she could simply be doing this for her own kicks; flirting with an older guy who, due to my work, I have no business reciprocating. I honestly have no idea where this is going, but all I know for sure is something has to give soon - this cat and mouse thing can't continue. The next week passes by in a blur for me - meetings, student appointments, class presentations, the whole gamut of my work duties. It's a good week, though,and I'm feeling like I'm giving my students my best effort and they are they are doing the same on their applications.. Thursday comes before I know it and I wake up very anxious. I go through my normal routine: shower, shave, etc., but as I go to dress, I begin to think very carefully about how I want to look. My normal work attire is a colored dress shirt (I'd just as soon die as be forced to wear a white shirt to work daily) with a matching tie. I get many compliments from around campus on my dress choices, so I know, at least, I'm "in style" in this regard. Today though, I have to think about what I'm going to look like when Ainsley sees me. I decide to go all out and pull from my closet my tailored pin-stripe navy suit. It's certainly my best and most expensive suit (I work at a college, being wealthy is obviously not an ambition of mine) and I match it with a crimson shirt and corresponding crimson tie. I've worn this combo on campus before and swear that female heads have turned as I walk by. Even if that's only in my head, it at least makes me feel confident. Sure enough, as I arrive to work today, people begin complimenting me and asking why I'm so dressed up - seeing me in a jacket is a rare enough event for people to notice. "Oh, I'm just attending a student recital tonight..." This seems a casual enough response that people nod, smile and then go about their business. I'm glad I can at least sound casual in my answer, because as the day goes on, my anxiety deepens. "What the hell is going to happen tonight?" I ask myself. My normal work day ends around 5pm, but I've already spoken to my supervisor earlier in the day and asked if I could just work a few extra hours this evening, eat dinner in the cafeteria before going to the recital and then come in later on Friday (I hate driving home from work knowing I have to return to campus later in the evening for an event or presentation). My supervisor assured me that this was fine after confirming I didn't have any student appointments I would be cancelling. She is pretty loose when it comes to managing hours, knowing I work hard and never try to game the system. Personal integrity has always been important to me, thus the anxiety when it comes to Ainsley. After putting in some good, solid work, I take a break for dinner and head across campus to the cafeteria. I pass by a number of students and we all greet each other with smiles and a few words for those I know well. I also hear a few giggles from some of the younger sorority girls as they pass by me and I hope to God it's not because my fly is open or anything. Anyways, I eat dinner while reading a book I picked up on higher education policy. I'm pretty absorbed in my book when I realize someone has stopped in front of my table (I intentionally sit further back in the large room when eating in the cafeteria both for my own privacy and to not intrude on students in their "turf".) "Hey Matthew! You're going to Ainsley's recital tonight, right?!" I look up to see Katie and Lexie standing in front of me. The Twins, as they are known universally on campus, are Ainsley's "Littles" in the Delta Chi sorority, and Ainsley is their "Big" or mentor and confidant. They are not identical twins, not even related. They were matched as roommates by Residence Life during freshman orientation. They have been inseparable ever since they pledged Delta Chi together. They are both athletes, Katie plays volleyball and Lexie runs cross country. They both study biochemistry and are permanent lab partners. They will likely pursue doctoral degrees together and cure cancer. It's common when best friends can finish each other's sentences, but much less common when those sentences are complex chemistry equations. Looks-wise, you couldn't find two people more opposite. Katie is tall, 5'8", with tan skin, long dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and legs that stretch a mile. She is very fit with a toned ass. Her breasts are smaller than Ainsley's, but perfectly round and firm. She is a classic beauty. Lexie, in contrast, is generously 5'3", with dark, curly hair and deep brown eyes. She doesn't have much to speak of, breast-wise; probably a B cup, but it's her backend that's is a gift to men everywhere. Her ass is larger, but fit, from running. She's got wide hips and great legs. She is cute as hell; your "girl next door" type that I've always been attracted to. Frankly, they both do it for me - Hot and Nerdy is a big turn on in my book. I'm definitely into women who are smart and sexy. They are both looking at me expectantly, Katie is in a light blue, spaghetti strapped dress that hugs her curves and extends to just above the knees and Lexie is in a paisley silk skirt with a purple top. "Umm...yeah I'm going." I manage to get out as I swallow a bite of my food. "Uh, how's she doing? Nervous?" "Yeah, a little bit." Katie replies. "We've told her how great she is going to be; especially with all the practice she's been doing this month, but you know how she gets." "Sure." I reply. "Anyways, we also wanted to stop by to thank you for all the support you've given her over these last couple of weeks. She's doing a lot better and mentions you often as being an important reason why." "Oh. Really? I didn't think I did much but tell her I was around if she needed me. I haven't actually seen her a whole lot as of late" I manage to get that out without sounding as horrified as I feel. "Oh my God, has she told them we've been flirting or whatever it is we've been doing?" I ask myself. "Oh No!" Lexie exclaims. "Ainsley knows you are there if she needs you and that's what makes her feel better. She doesn't know a lot of men on campus beyond the frat boys, and they've just used this opportunity to hit on her instead of sympathizing with her pain." "Jesus!" I think to myself. I've been hitting on her too. "What is going on?" I keep asking myself; searching for answers that only Ainsley can give and that I'm too afraid to seek out. "Well, Ainsley is a wonderful person and has a bright future ahead of her. Anything I can do to support her is a no-brainer in my book. That goes for the both of you as well. I haven't seen you in the office in a while and I know you are both looking at summer research opportunities. Where are you in the application process?" I manage to successfully divert their attention onto themselves and away from Ainsley. "Oh, we are on it!" Lexie exclaims. "Ainsley "ordered" us to go to your office tomorrow to set up appointments with you. She said, 'When it comes to Matthew, you better get on that soon; he looks to be busy in the coming weeks.'" I swallow hard in response and can only look up to them to smile and stammer out, "uh, yeah, I am getting busy, so definitely get on my calendar soon." They ask me if I want to walk over to the recital with them, but I beg off saying I need to finish this chapter and drop my book off at the office before heading upstairs for the performance (the Career Center is in the basement of our performing arts building). They smile and wave, saying they'll see me soon and saunter off. My eyes follow their asses as they leave and I think Lexie catches me doing it as she glances back a moment later and smiles again. I look around and see no one else is paying attention to me as I give myself a short slap to the face. "Man, get a grip!!" I say to myself. I finish up my dinner, drop off my dishes and head back to my office. After dropping off my book, I stop in the bathroom, throw some cold water on my face, check myself in the mirror and then head up to the recital hall. As I approach the doors, I'm greeted by a music student who hands me a pamphlet that Ainsley put together, listing the pieces she is going to perform and with extensive notes on her selections and the overall theme of "Beauty and Longing." This well-written piece is part of the grade for the senior recital course and I know from Ainsley and past students that it is nerve racking part of the process, even with the actual performance as the central focus. I look inside the hall and see that it is filling up quickly with the seats in the back already taken, mostly by Ainsley's music and biochemistry professors. Faculty are the biggest hypocrites about wanting students to sit in the front rows for their classes, but always sitting in the back rows themselves during events. I resign myself to sitting near the front, something I was hoping to avoid. I find a seat on the far side, two rows in. I'll be looking at Ainsley to my left. After about six minutes of waiting, I see Beth enter the room and I join in the polite applause she receives. Beth is the campus piano accompanist and also gives private lesson instruction to students. Beth is an incredible woman, inside and out. She is truly caring of her students and has a wonderful heart. She is also drop dead gorgeous; tall with porcelain skin and fire red hair. The only problem with Beth, at least for me, is that she is married and has a kid. Otherwise she would be great relationship material. We both flirt with each other often, but it is purely for fun as I know she is deeply in love with her spouse. Lucky him. Beth walks in, using, as I like to think of it, her "performance stroll": a calm, almost monastic walk as she turns to acknowledge the applause with a nod and then quietly sits on the piano bench and arranges her music. After a moment, Beth plays a few chords of one of the pieces Ainsley will play to ensure the sound is good. Another moment later she looks up to the space where the performers emerge and then Ainsley appears. I am struck with a thunderbolt as Ainsley makes her way to the piano. She is mesmerizingly beautiful. She is wearing a silk gray gown, that hints at silver. It is strapless, drawing attention to her strong shoulders and then drawing the eye downwards to her breasts that provide a glimpse of cleavage while still looking classy. Her gown hugs her body as it extends down to just above the floor, but it fails to hide a slit that snakes back up her left leg to show a tantalizing amount of thigh. Being seated where I am, I know I am going to have a hard time keeping my eyes above her leg as it teases me from the stage. Ainsley gracefully approaches the piano as applause breaks out from the audience, including some "Go Ainsley!" from her sorority sisters and a couple of whistles from some of the frat boys who have made an appearance. Ainsley gives a little smirk to herself as she raises her flute to play a few notes to Beth's tuning note. Ainsley makes an adjustment to her flute, plays another note, and with Beth's nod, she moves to the center of the floor. As she lifts her head, she looks me full in the eye and smiles. I am momentarily stunned, and then manage to mouth the word "Wow." and then exhale deeply. Ainsley actually blushes in response; I hope to God no one noticed me. Ainsley composes herself, turns fully to the audience, raises her flute and then, completely from memory, begins to play. Over the next 45 minutes I am held captive by this incredible woman. Her flute is dancing and at times races the piano as the harmonies meld together and then break off from each other. I manage to look around between two of the pieces and the audience is spellbound. I look back and admire this beautiful body and the sounds it is making. I then look back up at Ainsley's face and she looks at me hard as she plays a particularly complicated and complex set of measures. I immediately get goosebumps and feel the heat rushing to my face. After a moment she looks away and she loses herself in the music... ...I almost have to come to as she lowers her flute for the final time and the audience races each other to their feet and lets out thunderous applause. I rise a bit more slowly, still shaking myself out of the hypnosis I was in. I begin to applaud and as I do the spell dissipates and I join in with the others as we cheer for a marvelous performance. Ainsley bows multiple times with a huge smile on her face; she knows she nailed it! She turns toward Beth and lays her hand out to her. We all turn to acknowledge the masterful piano playing. It is clear to us all the Beth cares for Ainsley and she played her heart out for her tonight. Ainsley rushes over and bear hugs Beth and the applause rises to a crescendo. After a couple of more bows from both Beth and Ainsley, Dr. Reenes walks down from his seat to the front. He embraces Ainsley, says something into her ear and then turns to address us all: "Thank you all so much for being here this evening to witness this extraordinary performance. I've been blessed to work with Ainsley for four years and I am so proud of all she has accomplished. Please, another round of applause for our performer!" We open up with another chorus of applause and whistles and cheers. Ainsley hugs Dr. Reenes again and then he motions us to settle down so he can speak again. "Ladies and Gentleman, to celebrate Ainsley's accomplishments this evening and over her time here on campus, I invite you to join me down the hall in the Smithfield Gallery of Art for some light refreshments." With that, Dr. Reenes escorts Ainsley back behind the stage, while a final round of applause takes place. I manage one last glance at her legs and ass as she disappears from view. I follow the crowd as we all head for the gallery. It is an intimate space, perfect for soirees. The college often hosts small parties here when wooing donors. I know the gallery director well, Sarah, and she has mixed feelings about hosting these parties; she likes the additional funding provided to keep the place looking great, but she would also love for this place to be about the art and not about the food and wine. I enter the space and it is beautifully laid out with candles and soft lighting. Sarah is greeting some of the professors and notices me and smiles and winks. I smile back knowingly; she often struggles with being polite to professors who provide ample critiques of the collections she chooses to exhibit. I think she does a great job and I always make a point to show up to each opening. (And in case you are wondering, she's in her fifties, married, and she reminds me of my aunt.) I head for the drink table and pick up a Pinot Noir poured for me by campus catering. It is really nice of the fine arts department that they spend a good portion of their meager budget on events like this to celebrate their students. It is one of the reasons our college is able to attract a variety of talented students. I being to mingle and stop often to chat up professors and students I see. Lexie and Katie catch up to me and are gushing, "Can you believe how amazing she was?!" Katie practically screams. "She was incredible!" Lexie adds. "She was indeed; it was a spectacular performance." I say agreeably. "It's almost a shame she is wasting her talents by choosing to become a physician." I add with a serious look on my face. Lexie and Katie look aghast for a moment as I break into a smile. "I'm just kidding! Ainsley is going to make an incredible physician!" I say reassuringly. They both fall into laughter and walk away giggling. I smile to myself, college kids are so fun to harass; they make it so easy with how serious they can become in any given moment. I grab a refill of wine and turn quickly when the place breaks out in cheers and applause. Ainsley enters the gallery and is practically tackled by her friends. I think I can make out an occasional flash of her silver grey dress, but it disappears as quickly as I see it. I hang back, wanting to give her space. Finally the mob breaks up and her friends are replaced by the faculty. They are a little more dignified as they embrace her, but no less proud of her. I see Ainsley more clearly at this point and she is beaming and occasionally wiping away tears of joy. This night will definitely be a highlight of her time in school. After the faculty have had their turn, Ainsley begins to break away and scans the room. She smiles and thanks a number of other guests from on and off campus. Finally her eyes settle on me and she lights up even more. She makes her way over to me as I smile at the grace and beauty she demonstrates. Ainsley almost runs the final couple of steps and reaches out to hug me tightly, placing her cheek against mine. God she smells and feels incredible as I hug her back. "You look stunning tonight and the music...the music was breathtaking! Congratulations!" "Thank you," she whispers in my ear as she squeezes me tighter. She's holding me for longer than I expect and my mind begins to wonder if anyone is looking. Finally she moves her head back, but still holds me as she speaks. "Thank you so much for coming tonight. It was really important to me that you showed up." "Of course I came; I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Why would you think I wouldn't be here?" I wonder to her. "I...just wasn't sure...the way I've talked to you recently...I didn't know what you were thinking about me." Ainsley looks incredibly vulnerable at this moment as she looks me in the eye. "Ainsley. It's going to take a bit more than that to scare me off. You may think your southern sass is too much for me, but I can definitely hold my own." I look at her with fake seriousness. Serving My Students: Ainsley Pt. 01 Ainsley's expression goes from concern to relief to fiery in a millisecond. She releases her hold on me, steps back with her right leg so that her left one is mostly exposed through the slit, crosses her arms, and says, "Oh really? You think you can hold your own with me?!" Her eyes are smoldering at this point and I realize I've walked right into it. Before I can even respond, she inquires,"What are you doing after this?" "I'm, uh, I was, I'm um puh..." "What's wrong?" Ainsley inquires with false concern, smirking the whole time. "I thought you could handle my southern sass!" I manage to regain enough composure to hold my hands up in surrender, "Your sass I can handle. This, whatever this is, is going to give me an anxiety attack." Ainsley giggles and gives me a mock bow as if she won the contest and is being gracious to the loser. I'm able to catch enough of her breasts that she sees me eyeing her and there we go with another wink. "Well, on that note I probably should return to my adoring fans." she says with false bravado. I can only chuckle at her as she begins to walk away. "Oh. And don't plan on going anywhere!" She orders over her shoulder as saunters away; giving me a couple of extra ass shakes. I catch my breath and look around the gallery to make sure no one's been watching. Fortunately the faculty are in their normal group talking about college policies or something equally inane. The sorority contingent are off giggling about something, though I do catch Lexie looking back at me from across the room. I'm not sure what it's about so I smile and wave. She waves back embarrassingly, realizing I caught her looking at me. She turns back to the group giggling. I just shake my head and walk over to the hors d'oeuvres table to grab a bite to eat. I see Beth there, "Hey Beth!. Great job accompanying Ainsley! She was magnificent wasn't she?!" "Thanks Matthew! Ainsley was magnificent indeed. Honestly that was the best woodwind recital I've heard my ten years here!" That is very high praise coming from Beth. She is a great teacher, but is known for being sparse with compliments. When you get one from her, you can believe you've done something good. "Well Ainsley thinks the world of you. I think she considers you a big sister." "Yeah, I'm pretty fond of her too" Beth agrees. "When you get past her sass she can open up and be pretty great." "Yes, though I must admit, I love the sass and enjoy our battles of wit and sarcasm," I add. "Ainsley has mentioned your epic battles before," Beth says laughing. "but she has also told me how great you've been in helping her apply to Med school and how you supported her when her ex dumped her. She thinks you're a great guy," Beth leans in and whispers, "and hot too." "Beth! Jesus!" I exclaim, loud enough to get a couple of curious looks from some people nearby. I drop down to a quieter voice, "Are you serious?! This is not good; I could get fired if a statement like that got around!" Beth stifles a giggle and replies, "I think you are safe; you're smart enough to not do something stupid and Ainsley would never do anything to get you in trouble." Obviously Ainsley hadn't told Beth about our recent heavy flirting, so I laugh and give a sarcastic response to cover up my panic, "Yeah, I guess I'll just have to keep it in my pants." Beth laughs hard at that and says, "Sensible of you. On that note, I have a family to return to." She gives me a quick hug and walks away; stopping to embrace Ainsley again on her way out. I see her whisper something into Ainsley's ear and Ainsley glances my way as she is hugging Beth and smiles and then sticks her tongue out at me like she's five. I return the favor, what I can say, I'm pretty much five as well. I am approached by one of my faculty colleagues who had been forgetting to email me about coming into her class next semester. We chat for a few minutes and then I pull out my phone to set a reminder to follow up with her on possible dates. I notice the clock on my phone has hit 11pm. I'm not old or anything, but I've now been on campus for 14 hours and I'm suddenly very tired of this place. I begin to make my way out, scanning the room to locate Ainsley. I see a glimmer of grey surrounded again by her sisters, so I know there is little chance of getting to her. I make my way out of the gallery, stopping to say bye to Sarah. As I exit the gallery and head down the hall toward the stairway, I hear, "And just where do you think you're going?!" Ainsley has this tone in her voice that can simultaneously cause panic and laughter at the same time. I turn sheepishly back to her, "Umm...home?" "I thought I said you couldn't leave." She looks at me as if she caught me sneaking out the door at night as a kid. "Yeah, you did," I respond "but it looked like you and your entourage were going to be there for a while and some of us need to sleep at night as we don't have the luxury of napping between classes." My best attempt at showing some backbone is pretty lame. "Yeah, you are kind of an old fart," she says laughingly. As I'm trying to come up with a sarcastic retort, Ainsley interrupts my thought, "In all seriousness, can I talk with you in your office? Give me 15 minutes to finish up here and I'll meet you downstairs." The look she is giving me, some splendid combination of concern, need, and hope, makes it impossible to turn her down. "Sure. I'll tell you what, I'll leave the front door to the center unlocked, but I'm leaving the lights off up front off so Public Safety doesn't bother us. Lock the front door behind you and come on back to my office. Fifteen minutes, though, that's all I'm waiting. An old fart like me needs his beauty rest." Ainsley laughs, winks at me, and then rushes back into the gallery. I'm shaking my head. Again. I head downstairs to my office. Once there, I look around and try to make it look a little more presentable. I'm suddenly nervous about making a good impression. I throw some papers in my drawer, toss out an empty coffee cup and check myself in my mirror. I promise I'm not vain, but the butterflies are back in force. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I hear the front door to the center open and close with the lock clicking into place. "Matthew?" I hear from her. I don't say anything to her. "Matthew?!" Ainsley says with a touch of fear. "Yeah, I'm here." I say laughing. Ainsley walks into my office in a huff. "You're such a jerk sometimes!" I can only laugh again as Ainsley sits down; my eyes are once again captured by the beauty in front of me. I close the door to my office and sit down. There is a couple of moments of silence and then Ainsley speaks. "Ok...yeah...God this is so awkward." She looks flustered, but I'm going to let her figure it out; this whole, whatever it is, was instigated by her. "Look, I want to apologize for my behavior. I don't know what I've been doing, but I know it's made you uncomfortable and I'm sorry for that." I'm about to respond when she interrupts me, "No. Let me get this out. You've been great to me, not only as my career advisor, but also as a friend. I didn't mean to take advantage of that by coming onto you so hard, it's just that...I'm really attracted to you." She looks down as she says this, embarrased. I've seen Ainsley vulnerable before, it's part of the work I do with students to help them become more comfortable with who they are, but this is whole nother level. "Ainsley...yeah, the last few weeks have been very weird for me. I've experienced every possible emotion thinking about what you've said, God! What I've said to you! What I've imagined..." Ainsley looks back up to me as I say this. "Look. I think you are incredible. You are so smart, funny, talented...gorgeous." She blushes as I say this. "I can only wish I was a student right now and knew you like I know you now..." I'm pleading with my eyes, what for, I'm not sure, but Ainsley makes her choice. "Fuck it!" she says as she leaves her chair and almost falls into me, planting her lips on mine. I suck in air, stunned, forgetting to kiss her back. She feels my panic and stops almost as quickly, thinking I've rejected her "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just did that...I'm sorr..." At that moment, I make a choice, or maybe I don't and it's just chemicals in my brain forcing my hand, but conscious judgment disappears and I stand up, grasp Ainsley around the waist and put my mouth on hers. She emits a brief moan and then wraps herself around me, her mouth opens and her tongue snakes out to find mine. We can't get enough of each other, tasting, sucking...my hands begin to roam up and down her silky dress and then slide down to her ass, pulling up on it as I pull her into me even more closely. "Yes." she exhales from our kissing. She presses herself into me and our mouths continue to assault each other. After what feels like seconds, but has to be much longer, she suddenly backs away. She looks me up and and down and then pulls open my suit coat, taking it off and tossing it onto the back of the chair. I immediately start to undo my tie, she smiles excitedly as I do this. With that off, she slides up to me again and kisses me while undoing the buttons of my shirt. I let her take the lead and as she gets down to the last button she yanks my shirt off and tosses it aside, with much less grace than she did my jacket. She pulls up on my undershirt and begins to lift; I finish for her by pulling it off and throwing it somewhere. Ainsley pauses for a moment, looking at my chest. She then looks at me hungrily and kisses me again, running her smooth hands around my body; it feels incredible. "Ainsley!" I manage to say as our mouths engulf each other again. Our hands are roaming again and her perfume is assaulting my brain, preventing any rational thought from entering. I then begin to feel Ainsley's hands creep towards my front, down to my belt. Her mouth breaks away for a moment as she looks me hard in the eyes. She then looks down as she undoes my buckle and opens my pants. I catch my breath, step back, kick off my shoes and pull off my socks. She giggles for a second and then grasps my pants and pulls them down. She looks directly at my crotch, my penis straining against the dark red cotton of my boxer briefs; spotted with plenty of leaking precum. "I see you like to match." she says as she looks over to my crimson dress shirt on the floor. She then beings to reach for my waistband. "Whoa, not so fast!" I declare as I put my hand out to block her. "Turn around." I growl. Ainsley's eyes flare with excitement as she turns slowly. Her ass appears in front of me. I step forward and press myself against it; reaching around her front with my arms and pulling her into me. She moans again and pushes back against me as my hands reach up to cup her breasts through her dress. I squeeze them and she shudders. I move my head to her neck, my mouth smoothly attaching itself as I begin to kiss up and down it, my hands massaging her globes in rhythm. My dick is a steel rod at this point and while I'm not exactly dry humping her, every movement our bodies make seems to push me deeper into her. Our breaths quicken and I can practically hear her pant with excitement. It's then that I let go of her breasts and pull my hands around her body and up to the zipper on her gown. She takes a half step forward, my dick springs out against my briefs seeking to be back against her ass. I slowly undo the zipper, pulling it all the way down to the end, just above her ass. She takes another step away from me, turns, looks me in the eye, and then ever so slowly pulls her dress down. I'm stunned into paralysis as each inch falls away. First I see the black strapless bustier that somehow has been holding back her breasts from falling out of her gown. Lower the dress goes, showing me a strong yet soft stomach, one that I can't wait to get my mouth on. She pauses for a second, causing my eyes to flash up to her's. Her tongue sneaks out of her mouth, licking her lips as she then looks back down at herself. I groan and my eyes follow... Her gown reaches the top of what looks black and lacy. She, agonizingly slowly, lowers her gown more, my tongue is hitting the floor, and then suddenly she gives a push and gravity takes the rest of the gown away. I stare at this heavenly creature before me. Raw sexuality; I'm at the complete mercy of this incredible woman. I am about to take a step towards her, when she shakes her head, smiles and then reaches out to push me into my chair. I fall back and then she attacks me. She places her knee between my legs, grabs the arms of my chair and reattaches her mouth to mine. I can only hold on for dear life as our mouths fight each other for control, both winning no matter what the outcome. She then places her left leg by my thigh and moves her right leg over and then lowers her body onto me. Her mouth peels away from mine and while looking me in the eye, raises the tops of her breasts toward my face. I eagerly comply by moving my mouth to them, sucking on the the soft, luscious skin, tasting the sweetness of her body soap coupled with saltiness from the sweat from having performed under the strong lights of a recital hall. We both moan and the ecstasy reaches new levels. Ainsley reaches behind with her left hand, holding hard onto the right armrest to keep herself up and flicks open the bra. The material falls away immediately and I gawk at the lusciousness before me. Her nipples are short, but plump and incredibly firm. I take one into my mouth and immediately suck on it as she cries out. I let go briefly only to take more of the breast into me, kissing and sucking. Reluctantly my mouth lets go, only to discover new joys as I give her other breast equal treatment. While this happens, Ainsley's body begins to move against mine, her ass and crotch pushes up onto my dick. My mind is exploding as I try to worship her breasts, find oxygen amid the intoxicating fumes of her sweat, heat, and perfume, and somehow manage to not cum in my shorts. After a couple of minutes of frantic motion, I pull my head back from her breasts and Ainsley sits up a bit, settling in more on me, but without the movement. I look up into her eyes and lean in for a more sultry kiss, she smiles as she kisses me back, softer and without the rush of our lust. It is exquisite and helps slow me down from an impending orgasm. Finally we both break away and smile at each other; breaking into a bit of laughter. "Wow." I mouth to her as I did when she looked at me during her recital. "Wow indeed," Ainsley voices aloud. "I know I'm good, but you aren't too bad yourself!" "No. I yield fully on this one, you aren't good, you're perfect." Ainsley blushes a deep red and responds, "well, you ain't seen nothin yet!" With that she steps off of me and kneels down on the floor between my legs. I lift up as she reaches to my ass and pulls my boxer briefs off. I have to grab the end of my prick as the briefs snag the tip. Ainsley tosses my boxer briefs over her shoulder and looks down at me. She suddenly has a look as if she hasn't eaten in a week and leans forward rapidly, inhaling my dick into her mouth. There is no teasing at this point; unlike in my fantasy, Ainsley is on a mission. I am in nirvana as my eyes roll back into my head. Her mouth is hot, moist, and she is loving what she is doing which is making me love her. I lean forward and look down to see her looking up at me, telling me with her eyes that she wants this more than anything. She looks back down at what she is doing, grips my shaft and begins to pull on my shaft as she focuses her tongue on the head. As this point I have to focus on not cumming; I just can't do it so soon. I reach out to slow her head and she responds with a knowing smile and takes a breath, continuing her hand motion, and then resumes with series of luscious kisses around my penis. After a series of unintelligible sounds are emitted from me, Ainsley ceases her blow job and stands up. "Damn." is all I can manage to say. Ainsley laughs and steps back. She looks at me and says in a wanton voice "I need you inside of me." With that she backs up a step. As I shift more upright, she slowly begins to remove her panties, giving me a bit of show as she does. I suck in air as I see her pussy emerge. She is shaved around her puffy lips with a small patch of brown hair at the top, matted down and moist. I could stare at it forever and I deeply inhale the musky sweetness that the air is suddenly filled with. "Do you have a condom?" Ainsley asks me. "Wait? What? ...A condom? Why would I have a condom at work. Shit!" Am I not going to get to fuck her because I don't have a fucking condom at work? I stare at her with a look that must be one part exasperated and one part depressed puppy. Ainsley laughs hard, "I'm just kidding; I'm on the pill!" "You are a total pain in my ass, Ainsley Jones!" "Yeah, but you love it!" "I'm beginning to wonder." I say as I cross my arms and pout. "Okay, okay. Enough fun and games. Fuck me now!" Ainsley commands. With that she approaches the side of my desk and leans against it, resting her breasts on it. "Thank God I cleaned up earlier" I say to myself as Ainsley reaches over to grab my dick and pull me around behind her. And there it is, Ainsley's ass. I've been fantasizing about this moment for almost four years. I step up and grab ahold of my dick, placing it between her legs. I slowly rub it against her lips, lubing it up with the plentiful wetness from Ainsley's gorgeous pussy. Ainsley sighs as I do this, as she moves her arms around to cradle her head in. I then position my dick against her hole and begin to push into her. "Ahhhhhhhhhh...yessssss." Ainsley growls as I penetrate her tight channel. I'm so incredibly hard right now; the aching feeling of my pulsing dick is only soothed by the hot, wet clenching of Ainsley's pussy. It is surprisingly tight, and my body is loving every bit of it as my full seven inches finds their way in. "Oh my God!" I say with clinched teeth. "You are soo fucking hot!" "Then Fuck Me Dammit!" Ainsley orders. I need no additional direction; I immediately pull out until my head is the only thing left in her and then I ram myself back in. My balls slam against her ass and she yelps out in surprise and lust. I do this one more time and then proceed to a more rapid and steady fucking, my hips slapping against her thighs. Each time Ainsley emits a grunt or moan. I can feel the liquid in her pussy drip out of her each time my dick slides out. It's only about four minutes of this constant banging when Ainsley's tone changes, her grunts become higher in pitch and her body starts to shake. "Yeayeayea...yessssssss!! Oh God, yessssss. AHHHHHHHHHH!! With that Ainsley howls out her orgasm, her body clenching down on my dick, immediately, causing all that pent up cum and anxiety to shoot out of me into her body. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..ohhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" My body jerks repeatedly as I empty myself into her. I haven't cum like that before and I am suddenly dizzy. I fall forward onto Ainsley's back. My dick still inside her; feeling the wet stickiness of my own cum mixed with the copious orgasm she's had. "Holy Shit." I manage to exhale out. I'm almost hyperventilating at this point. Ainsley is still laying on the desk; whimpers and panting is all I hear from her still spasming body. I slowly raise myself off of her and with agony, pull out from her pussy, it's lips trying to hang on to my slowly softening dick. "Noo." Ainsley whimpers as I withdraw and her pussy empties. Serving My Students: Ainsley Pt. 01 She turns her head towards me, still lying on the desk, and smiles contentedly, "What did you do to me? That was incredible." "You are most welcome, my dear!" I bow facetiously, just as she did earlier in the night. Ainsley laughs as my dick bows of its own accord. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" Ainsley inquires as she finally begins to stand; grunting a bit as her muscles yell at her. "I think it would not have been as good if we had. We needed the insanity of it all to build up." "You think this was insane?" Ainsley asks with a bit of alarm. "Certifiably." I say. "But considering the way it went, I would be fine if the men in white coats locked us in here and threw away the key!" "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me" Ainsley replies, sticking out her tongue at me. "Yummy." I say as I swoop over and lay on a heavy kiss, my tongue finding hers." She breaks away and giggles. "No more!"' she pleads." I'm going to be sore tomorrow as it is." She starts to look around to gather her clothing, my small office looks like a dresser blew up in it. We begin finding articles of clothing and hand off to each other what we each need, laughing at the mess we made. We both return to our chairs and start dressing. As Ainsley looks down to put on her panties and bra, my rational brain starts firing again and the panic begins to set in. I start feeling a bit lightheaded and can feel my face blanch. Ainsley must have looked up at this moment as I hear, "Matthew?! What's wrong?!" "What the hell did I just do?! Am I psychotic?" I ask mostly to myself, but out loud so Ainsley hears me. I look at Ainsley, whose expression has turned confused and frightened, and I say, "Ainsley, I am so sorry I took advantage of you. You're trying to get over your ex and are dealing with the stress of awaiting med school interviews, and I do this to you?! On the night of your sensational recital, when you should be out celebrating with your friends. It's unforgivable!" I put my head in my hands, and make a sound that may be a sob or at least a gasp. I'm wrecked. I sense movement and feel Ainsley's hands pull my arms down to my lap. She is kneeling in front of me. She has a look of pity and leans in to kiss me. I pull back and say, "Ainsley, No! We can't!" "NO?! You're telling me NO! After what we just did? Nuh uh, you don't get to say no!" Ainsley is channeling some southern mother personality, one where a child just talked back and is about to get a whoopin. I flinch a bit but stand my ground. I say pleadingly, "Ainsley, please, I don't want to hurt you more than I already have. I care too much about you. I can't..." "You say you care; you say you don't want to hurt me..." Ainsley starts off angrily, but suddenly sobs and tears spring to her eyes, "...then don't push me away...!" Ainsley falls back onto the floor from her kneeling position. She is crying hard now. Seeing her there, I realize that I'm falling for her and it scares the hell out me. But I can't hurt her more than I already have. I go to the floor and embrace her; she grips me back. "Oh Ainsley, I'm so sorry. I'm not pushing you away, I want you to be happy, more than anything else in this world." She sobs harder at this and squeezes me tightly. "Then don't leave me. Want me. Need me. Be with me..." I pull away, hold her face before mine, and as I wipe away a tear from her face and stare into her perfect eyes, I can only respond, "Okay baby. ." The End of Part 1.