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The professor always presented himself tidily at work, so dressed as he was in khaki trousers and a colorful sweater, he didn't look much different than what Cavelle was used to and yet somehow in the more intimate context of her own home the effect was different.

He stood as she entered and reached for her hand and Cavelle held her own out for him to take enjoying the feel of his warm dry fingers slipping softly around hers.

"Yes, we have. And I do believe that since we are away from our usual on-campus setting, you may call me Patrick; that's up to you. By the way, it smells wonderful in here; Teresa was telling me this is one of your specialties. Shall I open the wine?"

Cavelle smiled at Teresa and blushed just a little at the attention Prof... No, Patrick... was paying her.

"It's my mum's recipe, a family secret. Teresa has been trying to worm it out of me ever since I moved in but I'll never tell!" her voice dropped to a mock whisper, "The secret goes to the grave with me!" She winked and they all laughed, his rich masculine laughter sounding warm mixed in with the more familiar sound of Teresa's and her own.

Cavelle felt warm inside and happy, this was going to be a lovely evening.

"Yes please Pro... Patrick some wine would be lovely."

He let go of her hand to pick up the bottle from the coffee table and it was only then that she realized he had been holding it for so long. Teresa hadn't failed to notice though... Cavelle hurried to the kitchen to retrieve some wine glasses and to take the Lasagna out of the oven but most of all to hide her sudden flush...

 

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As she headed to the kitchen, Patrick and Teresa heard the oven open and the lasagna dish being set on the stove top until served. Patrick turned to Teresa and whispered, "Does she always blush this easily?"

He stood there with Teresa, waiting for an answer, when Cavelle came back in from the kitchen carrying three wine glasses. Patrick reached for the bottle and, after pouring three glasses, raised his glass as a toast, "To a delightful evening with two lovely young ladies."

 

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As Cavelle returned to the lounge with wine glasses she could see that Teresa had a sparkle in her eye and looked amused. She could only hope her flatmate was keeping her word to not say anything embarrassing.

Patrick toasted the ladies and they all drank. The wine was delicious and Cavelle couldn't help but suspect that it would have cost a lot more than the low budget bottle she and Teresa had purchased, but the professor knew she was tight for cash and he wasn't at all Snobby so she was sure he wouldn't make an issue of it when the second bottle came out.

Cavelle was feeling oddly shy and let Teresa and Patrick carry the conversation as they got acquainted. She joined in here and there but mostly just sat back quietly sipping at her wine. She was the first to need a refill and was a little embarrassed about it so as the conversation came to a lull she suggested that they move to the kitchen as the Lasagna would be cool enough to eat.

In the kitchen Teresa took over and dished the food insisting that Cavelle had done enough so as Patrick took his seat next her with a small but charming smile teasing the corner of his mouth she smiled back and took up the charge in regards to conversation.

"I hope you like pumpkin Patrick, there's no meat in this recipe but lots of lovely butternut pumpkin. When I was kid we used to have a pumpkin patch and my Mum would make this with pumpkins we grew ourselves"

She took another sip of her wine noticing as she did that she was already half way through her second glass and the other two hadn't finished there first yet.

Teresa finished dishing and slid the plates into place speaking as she did.

"Now even though this is delicious make sure you leave a little room we have strawberries and Ice cream for afterwards."

Cavelle's eyes widened in delight. This was a surprise! Teresa must have snuck the treats in while Cavelle was sleeping earlier in the afternoon. Gods she loved her flatmate, she was the absolute best friend ever!

 

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Sitting down at the table with the two, Patrick was enjoying himself immensely. While his main interest in being there was Cavelle, he found that Teresa was also a delightful young lady. Thru dinner they all shared about their backgrounds and how they managed to end up at the same University at the same time.

Patrick had noticed that Cavelle was already on her second glass of wine, far ahead of him and Teresa who were still working on their first when the lasagna was served; he assumed this might be a factor of her nervousness at having him in her home.

After the dinner of lasagna, followed by the dessert treats provided by Teresa, Patrick helped clear the table. After the wine glasses were refilled, the three made their way back to the living room; Patrick and Cavelle on the couch, Teresa in a comfy chair facing the two of them.

 

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Dinner went fantastically and with the aid of the few glasses of wine which left her feeling fuzzy, warm and happy, Cavelle was able to get over her initial shyness before too long. She enjoyed the conversation and in particular hearing a little about the Professor's past and how he came to be known as an expert in his field.

His serious but interesting anecdotes were well balanced by Teresa's quick wit and humorous turn of phrase. Before long they were all laughing together and as they opened the second bottle of wine and headed into the lounge for a game of scrabble Cavelle was starting to feel like she could really open up in this pleasant company.

She sank back onto the comfortable couch being careful not to spill her red wine on it. That was a task that seemed to be getting harder and harder as the evening progressed. She realized then that maybe she'd had a few too many wines and decided to make her current glass the last.

She was quite inexplicably pleased when the professor... no, Patrick (she almost giggled at the mental correction)... took the seat beside her on the couch and Teresa sat across from them and started setting up the scrabble board.

The conversation was coming to a bit of a lull...

"Sooo Patrick?" she reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, "I just wanted to thank you again for giving me this job, I'm really grateful and I really needed the money, I'm sure you've noticed my wardrobe is a little limited."

She winced, realizing that perhaps this wasn't the best topic for conversation and then realized her hand was still on his shoulder. She pulled it back suddenly as if scalded then to cover her embarrassment she laughed the awkward moment off and turned to Teresa.

"Oops! No more wine for this girl T, she's had enough!"

Just then Teresa's cell phone went off, it's electronic ring tone an oddly jarring sound in the pleasant quiet that surrounded their warm little bubble of light in the night. Teresa got up briefly to take the call and Cavelle got up as well to get herself a glass of water from the kitchen. She wasn't a regular drinker so the wine was going to her head leaving her feeling a bit tipsy.

As she walked back into the lounge Teresa was putting on her coat and talking with Patrick. She looked up.

"I'm so sorry Cavelle that was Linda from work she's stuck outside the super market with a flat car battery. I'm going to go rescue her."

"Are you all right to drive T, we've been drinking?"

"I've only had two glasses and that Lasagna was a good meal I'm fine hun. Hey there are still some strawberries in a punnet in the fridge if you two want to finish them off. I'll be about half an hour you guys start the scrabble without me. Sorry."

In the sudden quiet after Teresa left Cavelle found herself not really sure what to say as she rejoined Patrick on the couch. She fished around looking for a subject.
She thought briefly of asking him why he was single, she thought for a moment of escaping into the kitchen to get the strawberries, then he solved the problem for her speaking easily and confidently into what was, for Cavelle at least, becoming a drawn out silence...

 

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After hearing Teresa's explanation for her quick exit, Patrick sat back on the couch. As Cavelle joined him after speaking with Teresa, she still seemed a bit uncomfortable around him, more than just a little shyness.

As she dropped into the couch, maybe a bit unsteady from the wine, Patrick reached over and placed his hand on hers, on her knee, "Are you comfortable being here with me; I hope I'm not doing or saying anything to make you feel uncomfortable. It sounds like Teresa will be back in just a few minutes."

 

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Maybe it was because of the wine or maybe it was because her bare skin was covered by her trousers but his hand on her knee wasn't as alarming this time. She enjoyed the sensation of contact with another person. Maybe she had been too hard on herself the night before. Sure, her aroused reaction to his touch had been quite inappropriate, but hell- she was only human and she was a lonely human to boot. You can't help your nature.

Maybe it was okay to enjoy his touch as long as that's as far as went. Just an innocent touch and just a secret guilty pleasure. That's what it was becoming now as his hand lingered on hers with his fingers against her leg, a secret pleasure. She could feel her body responding as it had the night before.

"Are you comfortable being here with me; I hope I'm not doing or saying anything to make you feel uncomfortable. It sounds like Teresa will be back in just a few minutes."

Was she comfortable? Yes, that was one of the things she liked about him. She felt very comfortable in his presence, she felt safe with him, and right now with his hand on her leg she was feeling something else entirely as well... her guilty little secret pleasure.

"Patrick, of course you're not making me uncomfortable, I really enjoy your company, I've really enjoyed working with you this week. I know I'm a little awkward at times, the truth is I can be a little shy around men but you've made me feel very... well... I'm really not uncomfortable around you at all. It's nice actually, I get quite lonely at times but I haven't felt that this week since I've been spending my days with you."

She was surprised at her own honesty, that was definitely the wine. Hopefully he wouldn't notice how much it had effected her. That would be embarrassing. That thought led to a moment of anxiousness as she fished for the right words to express herself.

"I hope I haven't been a burden or a disappointment, I'm trying my best at the tasks you've set me?"

She was looking down at his hand resting on hers as she spoke rather than up at his face. Inside while she was enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against hers she was also enjoying the sight.

That's what it looks like when a man holds my hand.

She was memorizing the image and feeling a strange happiness well up where she'd only felt loneliness for as long as she could remember. Obviously this wasn't the real thing, to think that would be absurd, but it was nice to know what it would feel like one day when she really had a lover and he held her hand like this.

He hadn't answered yet and she looked up from their hands to his face. He had such pleasant eyes, why hadn't she noticed that before?

 

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As she finally looked up at his face after her eyes appeared to be focused on their hands, "I have been completely satisfied with my decision to hire you as my office assistant. Now that we have most of the organization completed, we can get down to the tasks I really hired you for . . . keeping my office better organized and more inviting for students to stop in for help. I'm sure there will be numerous opportunities for you to interact with students in the office when I am in class. This is a new situation for me, having an assistant, so much of this we will figure out as we go."

Patrick hadn't really intended this, but as he talked, and their eyes connected, his hand squeezed hers gently; his fingers, being longer than hers, frequently extended beyond her hand to stroke her knee and inner thigh. Although Cavelle was dressed in a nice pair of slacks, Patrick could still feel the slight tension in her body when his fingers traced over her body apart from her hand and, since there was no immediate effort by Cavelle to remove her hand from his, he was in no hurry to stop the contact.

Doing everything to maintain the eye-to-eye contact, a slight lowering of his eyes let him know that her breathing was a bit more rapid. Knowing that Teresa would be returning in a few minutes was enough of a reminder to him that this brief connection would end soon, but also, he was quite sure that, spoken or not, Cavelle was enjoying the attention, and the touch.

 

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Now that they were alone together Cavelle was enjoying the attention... and the touch. Patrick was an animated man and as he spoke, talking about his plans for work, he was moving his fingers against her leg. He couldn't possibly know what an effect that was having on her.

Cavelle's mind was racing trying to think where to head the conversation and at the same time her heart was racing in response to the little shooting pleasures that seemed to fire up her leg like electricity each time his fingers moved. Each of those little mini lightning bolts was earthing itself somewhere very private and it was all she could do to stop herself from gasping.

Now that she had decided to allow herself this little secret pleasure, even if that did make her a pervert, the new problem was how to keep it secret. It would be mortifying if the professor were to realize how he was making her feel. She bit her bottom lip thinking hard. She'd fall back on hostess duties.

"Are you comfortable Patrick is there anything I can get you? Teresa mentioned some left over strawberries."

Maybe he would want them and she could take a moment in the kitchen to calm herself. She wanted that... but there was also a more primal part of her that really didn't.

 

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"No, no. The last thing I need is anymore to eat," Patrick said with a little laugh. "Between your delicious lasagna and the dessert, I have absolutely no more room for any food in my stomach."

Patrick could sense some nervousness on the part of Cavelle, hoping it was the 'good' kind of being nervous. Knowing she was overly shy, he could only guess that her interpersonal actions with men were quite limited. While not overtly intending to take advantage of her, Patrick had noticed how attractive the young lady was and, after all, this was a social occasion, not a professor/student situation.

As they continued to chat, Patrick took his hand off her knee and rested his arm on the back of the couch, finding that his arm was long enough for his fingers to touch her shoulder as they talked, once more bringing the slightest of gasps from her lips.

Unfortunately, before he could make any further advances (if that is what they really were, Teresa returned from her errand and wondered why the Scrabble game was still in the box on the table.

 

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Cavelle felt both relief and disappointment as he removed his hand from her only to be startled a moment later as it came back on her shoulder. If she didn't know better she would feel that he was taking some liberties with her person but of course that wasn't the case. He wasn't that type of man and she wasn't that type of girl. Still it was nice. She really could get used to all this attention.. and touching.

She heard the familiar vehicle sounds of Teresa's car pulling up outside. And realized all of a sudden that with the comfortable chitchat She and Patrick had never gotten as far as starting the game of scrabble. She got half out of her seat as Teresa came in unwrapping her scarf (The same one Cavelle had borrowed earlier in the week) and taking off her coat. Somehow it wouldn't feel right to have Teresa see her with Patrick's hand draped casually on her shoulder.

"Well you two haven't gotten very far with scrabble at all have you? Its still in the box!"

Cavelle laughed it off.

"We've been chatting it was nice and besides scrabble is better with more players. Linda okay?"

"Yea, she left her head lights on when she went into the super market so she just needed a jump start. Luckily she knew how to do It because I wouldn't have known what to do. Well are we still going to play? Patrick is it getting too late for you or are you still keen? ...I know Cavelle will still be keen, shes a scrabble fiend!"

She burst out laughing as Cavelle took a mock swing at her.

 

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Looking at Teresa with a bit of a teasing grin, "I'm not so old that I need to be in bed by 9:00 on a weekend; I think I can stay awake long enough for a game of Scrabble. But it does look like I may be getting into a game with a couple of serious players!"

As Teresa grabbed the box and began to prepare the board and game pieces, Patrick rubbed his fingers over Cavelle's shoulders and briefly touched the bare skin of her neck before turning in the couch to get in a better position to play the game.

The touch of her neck had been intentional; he was inwardly pleased and somewhat aroused to see Cavelle squirm a bit in response.

 

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With the effects of the wine and the expert competition Cavelle didn't win the game, Teresa did. Though it was a close thing with just 15 points between first and last and it was a very lucky combination of letters that allowed Teresa to move from trailing by miles in third to first place. It was a clever move turning 'pate' to 'constipate' and get the triple word score. If Teresa had had a d it would have been the perfect turn. They all had a good laugh at her choice of words.

The game kept them occupied for the better part of an hour and a half. By the time it finished the world had narrowed down to a happy little ball around Cavelle. The wine tipsiness had become a warm glow in her head and a warm feeling in her belly while the arousal of earlier had subsided into a warmer feeling lower in her belly. She was tired but happy, the evening couldn't have gone better.

Teresa was the first to break the silence as the game was packed away.

"Well Patrick that was a lot of fun. Are you going to be alright to drive home? I can throw a blanket on the couch for you if you would rather sleep here and drive home in the morning?"

She laughed at Cavelle's failure to hold in a big yawn.

"Cavelle you look like you're ready to fall asleep right where you are. You should scuttle off to bed or there won't be a couch for Patrick!"

For some reason that made Cavelle blush.

"Yea T, that wine really got on top of me, I can't believe how tired I feel."

She started to clamber to her feet but waited to hear Patrick's answer before she headed for bed. She may yet need to help make a bed on the couch.

 

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"It's only a 15 minute drive to my place, so I don't think I'll need to take Cavelle's couch away from her tonight. Besides the cool air of the night will feel refreshing when I walk out to my car."

Turning to Teresa, and at the same time offering my hand to Cavelle to help her from the couch, "I do expect an opportunity to come back and regain my honor in another Scrabble game though."

Walking toward the door and retrieving my hat and coat, I turn to Cavelle who has accompanied m to the front door, and hearing Teresa in the kitchen, he leaned over and give her a quick kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I'll see you Monday morning in the office."

 

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After Patrick left, leaving a light kiss on Cavelles cheek that continued to tingle long after he was gone, she made her way into the kitchen for another glass of water before bed. She didn't want to wake up with a hang over. Teresa was in the mood to tease mercilessly but she soon realized that Cavelle wasn't in the right frame of mind for it and so she dropped the teasing and laid her hand on her friends shoulder instead.

Cavelle started at the sudden contact still hyper sensitive from when Patrick had rested his hand there.

"You don't actually fancy him do you Cavelle? I know I've been teasing..."

"Of course not!"

Cavelle brushed it off with a laugh.

"He's a professor, it wouldn't be appropriate. Besides he's old!"

"He's not that old. " Teresa was looking Cavelle in the eye with a concerned expresion as she spoke so Cavelle kept her gaze steady and put the matter to rest.

"I do really like him T, but not like that. He's lovely and I really enjoy his company but he's out of bounds, I know that."

Teresa seemed convinced, now Cavelle just needed to convince herself somehow, that task seemed the harder of the two... specially if the dreams she had that night were anything to go by.

 

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Driving home with a smile on his face, Patrick knew he had probably crossed a line that Cavelle had already drawn, although the slight blush on her cheeks after the brief kiss led him to believe that she was not upset with him . . . probably quite the contrary. Her shyness was quite evident, but he believed it only a matter of time until he could break thru that exterior wall built up by her insecurities about herself.

Arriving safely home, he found her cell number in his files and sent a brief text, "Thanks again to the two of you for a delightful evening. Arrived home safely. P"

 

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Cavelle woke without a hang over but horny as hell on Sunday morning after a night of dreams she couldn't quite remember. Sunday was her rest day. She had no training on and she often used it to study or just blob out with a movie on her laptop.

This particular Sunday though was cold. She could feel it on her bare arm as she reached for her phone to check the time. She had a message but that could wait, it was only nine thirty and there was no reason at all why she should get up yet.

She snugged the duvet up round her chin and closed her eyes not really sleeping but just daydreaming. Her mind drifted back to the wonderful evening before. She'd been so ready for bed by the time Patrick left that she'd pulled her clothes off, taken out her contacts and slipped under the covers in nothing but her panties and now with a little naughty guilt she let her fingers trace over her skin.

Cavelle hadn't been brought up religiously but her family was quite conservative so while she didn't have serious moral hangups about pleasing herself she was very shy about it, it wasn't the kind of thing that people talked about in her opinion and she always felt a little wicked pleasure like she was doing something naughty when she let herself succumb to her desires.

She kept her hands well away from her panties and instead traced them up her thighs trying to relive that odd fire that Patrick had somehow ignited. She recalled to mind one of her favorite fantasies. A hot skater guy had once watched one of her team's netball matches and all the girls had been quite distracted by him as they played, they had laughed about it in the locker room afterwards but Cavelle had a special secret, she had been sure that he was watching her the most during the game.

When the team emerged after their post game briefing he had been gone but Cavelle often fantasized that he had stayed, that he had come up and talked to her, maybe asked her out... maybe kissed her...

It wasn't working. She was failing to bring back that fire she'd felt inside and she wasn't even enjoying the old fantasy like she normally did. Those nice feelings had come from Patrick and thinking of her 'netball crush guy' was counter productive. She heard the sound of the front door being shut and a moment later the sound of Teresa's car leaving the driveway. She had the house to herself.

Cavelle's failed attempt at self pleasure had only brought her arousal to new levels, she desperately needed to do something about it so she got up and quickly, because of how cold it was, stripped of her moist panties and threw them in the washing before doing a naked dash for the bathroom.

She pushed the door shut behind her and turned the shower on, waiting for it to warm up. As the room began to fill with deliciously warm steam she began to fantasize again, understanding now that it wasn't going to work if she didn't make it more real.

She was running her fingers lightly along her collar bones as she stepped through the curtains into the hot stream. Inside her mind she was again at the netball match. In the bathroom her hands were following the water as it ran in streams down her body. In her mind at the game she was showering in the locker room when the other girls all left and she imagined someone entering the changing rooms and standing on the other side of her shower curtain. She was stroking her thighs now and this time it was working. A fire ignited at her touch and spread up her thighs, flooding through her pussy and settling deep in her belly.

In her mind she could sense him on the other side of her shower curtain. She touched herself more intimately and let out a gasp as all her senses narrowed in a white hot tunnel to that one place. She buckled a little, bending over. It had never felt like this before. Ever so lightly she ran her fingers over herself again and again she was almost overcome by the intensity of her pleasure.

A moan escaped her lips. She was too sensitive to touch so she removed the shower head from its holder and slid down the wall into a seated position. Her need was like a huge wave she couldn't escape and she angled the shower head in her hands so the hot water was streaming against her lower belly just above her mons pubis. Moans were escaping her lips out of control now as the hot water washed down between her thighs.

She lowered the aim of the head just a little and instantly exploded. Her back bucked, her legs kicked out and gasp after gasp escaped her lips. Her pussy was on fire but demanding more. She couldn't deny herself any longer she lowered the head just that last little bit further so it was streaming right at her, right into her and she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

It even felt like she'd lost control of her bladder, as each convulsion bucked through her she felt hot fluid blast over her thighs and finally as it all subsided she lay their in the bottom of the shower twitching with her legs clamped tightly together and the shower head blasting water in an ark against the back wall, discarded.

It took Cavelle quite some time to recover. She'd given herself little orgasms before but never anything like this and she didn't even want to think of her new secret, her new fantasy. In her mind the man on the other side of the shower curtain had not been the Skater and when she moaned her pleasure she'd moaned a forbidden name.

Wrapped in a towel Cavelle went back to bed. Her body was still twitchy and sensitive but as soon as she slipped naked from the cold air back under her still warm duvet she was sinking into a deep restful sleep. Teresa woke her at lunch time.

"Come on sleepy head I know you've been up because you left water all over the bathroom floor and I'm not going to clean it up for you!"

"Okay, Okay! I'll be up in five minutes." She needed the time because she didn't want Teresa to know she was naked under her duvet and she needed to think of a reason for the state of the bathroom.

She looked at her phone after she was dressed and there was a text from Patrick.
She said his name out loud... That name had already past her lips many times that morning. She was feeling very conflicted inside but couldn't deny that all she wanted right then was too see him again, Monday couldn't come fast enough.

 

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Falling asleep in front of the TV, half watching the late game and half rethinking the evening. Although her shyness definitely was obvious, there was also a connection between the two of them that could not be ignored. Not sure exactly how far the attraction would lead them, but Patrick intended to push the envelope, if only in small steps.

Waking up in his recliner on Sunday morning, somewhat stiff from sleeping there, he stumbled to the kitchen and got the coffee going. Settling in with the first cup, Patrick grabbed his phone and typed out a text,

"Good morning. Hope the two of you slept well. I know it is a bit on the brisk side this morning, but I was wondering if you and Teresa would be up for a walk in the park this afternoon? P"

Secretly hoping that Teresa might be working or have other plans, Patrick hit 'send' and headed to the kitchen for a coffee warm-up.

 

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After Cavelle had finished mopping up the water on the bathroom floor she headed for the kitchen for lunch (or late breakfast or whatever it was you called it when you were so decadent you spent the whole morning in bed and only got up in time for the second meal of the day).

Teresa had been out for a jog around the harbor and she was still flushed pink with a towel wrapped around her wet hair after her shower.

"How the hell did you manage to get the bathroom floor so wet Cavelle? I almost slipped over in there!"

"Sorry T, I had soap in my eyes and I dropped the shower head and had to flail about with my eyes closed till I recovered it. Sorry I didn't clean my mess up straight away but it was really cold this morning."

Teresa laughed at the mental picture Cavelle's story invoked.

"For a sporty girl you can be really clumsy sometimes you know. So what are your plans for the rest of the day or were you just going to go back to bed again and hibernate the winter away."

"Oh, right! I forgot to mention, Patrick texted, he wants to know if we would like to meet up for a walk in the park later? I haven't answered yet. I'm kind of keen but I'll only go if you go too, I don't want people getting the wrong idea about us."

"Silly girl, If you're going to be working with him then you're going to have to stop worrying about what people are thinking. There will always be some stupid people who get the wrong idea but I saw the way you two click together last night. You are going to be great friends outside work and you might as well just let that happen. I'll come if you really want but I had other plans."

Cavelle had a little moment of indecision. It was clear that Teresa really didn't want to come and it would be asking a favor to get her to. Cavelle wanted to meet the professor at the park. She had been excited from the moment she'd read his text but she was frightened of how he made her feel. She really wanted Teresa along. Teresa though was making it too easy for Cavelle to accept the invitation alone as the next thing she said was the clincher.

"You can borrow my car if you don't want to pay the bus fare."

Cavelle gave in to her desire.

"Cool! Thanks T, I might just do that."

She pulled her phone out and sent a quick text to Patrick. If he named the time she would see him there.

 

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Seeing her text, a broad smile overtook his face; Cavelle would be alone as Teresa had other plans. Hitting 'reply' on his phone, "Why don't I just pick you up? There's no reason to tie up Teresa's car. I'll pick you up about 2:00. P"

 

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His reply came through quickly.

"Hey T, Patrick is going to pick me up I won't need your car. Thanks anyway."

Teresa waved her acknowledgement from where she had her head buried in the refrigerator looking for smoothy ingredients. Cavelle tapped out another text:

>Thx P, c u then .

It was almost one, that gave her an hour to get ready. She'd wear her blue jean skirt with thick stockings underneath and her sneakers as they were more comfortable for walking than her boots. She would wear the same Asian style embroidered silk blouse she'd worn the night before but with a warm cardigan and she would wear her hair up in a bun as she'd liked the feel of his fingers on her neck the night before and you never now... maybe something like that could happen again.

She had a smile on her face as she headed to her room to get changed.

 

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Pulling up in front of the girls' house just before 2:00, Patrick hopped out of the car as Cavelle came down the sidewalk. Opening the door as she neared him, He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the cheek, "I'm sorry Teresa couldn't join us, but I'm looking forward to a walk in the park for the two of us."

As happened last night, he noticed the slight flush to her cheeks when he kissed her, but also, he felt no pulling away or resistance to his show of affection. As he closed the door and walked around the car, he looked back and saw Teresa looking out a window; he waved at her as she quickly closed the curtain.

Climbing in to behind the wheel, he started the car, shifted into 'Drive' and pulled away from the curb. Almost subconsciously, he reached over and put his hand on Cavelle's knee, this time, though, before she had her hand there. Rather than removing his hand, he gave her knee a gentle squeeze; her response was to place her hand on top of his and give him a soft smile.

 

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Cavelle was surprised at herself, she had butterflies of excitement as Patrick's car pulled up outside. She'd decided not to encumber herself with a bag and her purse didn't fit in her jean skirt's small pockets so she was quickly stuffing a few notes in her back pocket as she left the house.

Patrick was such a gentleman, he got out of the car to open the door for her and gave her a light hug and kiss on the cheek before she climbed in. She'd never had a man treat her so chivalrously before and it made her feel quite special as did the kiss. She was becoming much more familiar with his tactile manner now and the intimacy of his gestures no longer startled her.

"I'm sorry Teresa couldn't join us, but I'm looking forward to a walk in the park for the two of us." He settled into the drivers seat.

"Yea, this will be fun and I think Teresa is looking forward to some time alone. I know she comes across as an extrovert but she has always needed some alone time as well."

Patrick reached across and placed his hand on her knee. The gesture sent a little thrill through Cavelle's body though she managed to hide it. He was concentrating on driving as he pulled away from the curb so he probably hadn't even realized her hand wasn't there. If she hadn't been wearing stockings his hand would have been on bare skin.

It felt nice and Cavelle hoped he wasn't embarrassed about what he'd done so she reached down and gave his hand a little squeeze before removing her hand and leaving his where it was. It thrilled her a little to do so because even though she knew his touch was not meant as a sexual gesture it felt that way to her and her response felt like offering permission.

Cavelle was a little sad inside because she knew that Patrick would be shocked and maybe even horrified if he knew how she was beginning to feel around him but that didn't stop her enjoying all the naughty little fantasies he elicited in her and maybe one day soon she would meet a guy that liked her and some of her fantasies would come true.

She could only hope.

 

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Patrick was trying to figure her out; she definitely seemed to enjoy his touch, even the light kisses to her cheek, but did not seem to be interested in responding to the gestures. He had to assume that she was interpreting his advances as being merely friendly and not in anyway an indication of any interest in her beyond friendship and professor/assistant.

As they drove on to the park, he kept his hand on her knee, even after she removed her hand and seemed to move her leg in his direction so that his fingers could easily stay on her knee. Patrick didn't want to push too hard, the 'date' was just beginning, but as they pulled into the park and he prepared to shift the car into 'Park', he squeezed her knee a bit more firmly, his fingers just above her knee on her inner thigh.

Exiting the car, he came around to open her door, and even though she was wearing heavy stockings under her denim skirt, the mere act of sliding out of the car caused her skirt to slide up revealing a pair of tight thighs covered by the taut material of her stockings.

 

[Uggg]

Cavelle was trying to figure him out. He left his hand on her leg for the whole drive. If she didn't know better she would almost think he was sneaking a bit of a feel. The idea excited her but at them same time it made her feel very weary. She mustn't let her silly fantasies effect her judgement. Of course he wasn't feeling her up he had just forgotten his hand was there. He could be quite absent minded as the previous state of his office had revealed.

The whole way to the park they made small talk but for Cavelle it was a little strained. Every instinct in her body wanted her attention rooted on that hand resting so lightly and innocently against her leg. Inside she was berating herself. Even it it weren't really inappropriate a relationship could never happen between them. He was way older than her and she needed someone her own age... didn't she?

Silly girl the point is moot anyway! Why are you thinking this crap!

...and yet his hand was still there touching her, touching her quite intimately and its effect on her was profound. As they pulled into the car park he gave her leg a squeeze, like he was only just remembering his hand was there, and then removed the hand to put the car into park.

That little squeeze sent shivers up Cavelle's spine and for a moment her mind flashed back to that morning in the shower with the shower head blasting hot water between her legs which were thrown wide apart as gasp after gasp battled with the moans to be the first out of her mouth.

Cavelle blushed deeply and turned her face away from him as she let herself out of the car. She shut the door behind her and waited for Patrick to take the lead, this walk was his his idea so she would let him lead her as he pleased. She walked here herself sometimes but it would be nice to see the park as he saw it. Maybe they would talk or maybe they would walk silently she was comfortable to take his lead in that as well.

She turned back to him as he approached, the excitement of the day washing away the naughty thoughts that had been ruling her while his touch had been on her body.

"This was a wonderful idea Patrick! I'm so glad I agreed to come."