noticed the pronounced bulge in his pants. She turned
around quickly, not seeing the devilish smile spread across
his lips.
As the professor launched into a discussion on the
semester, Sandra fell into some kind of trance. All she
could see was the image of the boy – man – sitting behind
her. The voice of the professor drifted away like from the
far end of a long tunnel. She could only hear the pounding
of her own heart in her head and – she thought – the
breathing of her neighbor. She thought for a moment she
could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and it
sent chills down her spine. She could smell the hints of
cologne mixed with a musky, manly scent. She felt like
instincts inside her had been kindled to life; some kind of
primal lust from an earlier evolutionary time.
She was still sitting in stunned silence when the class
ended and everyone began to get up and shuffle out of the
auditorium. She gathered her things quickly and stood up,
but when she turned to leave he was gone; disappeared
into the crowd.
For reasons she couldn’t fathom she felt her heart sink,
and walked out into the bright midday sun, squinting as
she surveyed the crowd slowly dispersing. That’s when she
heard it. A rumble; deep and unmistakable. She knew the
moment she heard it who it belonged to, and looking in
the direction of the sound found its source. The black
motorcycle was laced with chrome, and on its leather
saddle sat her rebellious classmate.
After starting the bike and fussing with it for a
moment, he looked up, directly at her, and smiled.
Sandra saw that smile and felt it like a lightning bolt. It
was a half-crooked smile that only barely showed off his
perfect white teeth. With a subtle twitch of his head he
motioned her over, and like a magnet she felt unable to
resist the pull.
She walked over towards him, the rumble of the loud
motorcycle matched only by the power of the electric