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|Sarah Bishop (standard:horror, 3731 words)|
|Author: M. Richard Smith||Added: Mar 22 2004||Views/Reads: 2084/1177||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young man's past activities return unexpectedly to change his life.|
Sarah Bishop by M. Richard Smith Life was easy for Ryan Mather. Perhaps it had become a little too easy. The twenty-one year old had not set any goals beyond spending a few extra years in school before having to face the real world, and his life had become stale. Over the past two years, he had become well known and quite popular at the small Massachusetts college. In fact, with all the exposure he received as the lead in most of the school's theater productions, he had become something of a celebrity. Most of his time was spent eating, drinking and rehearsing in the same small cluster of classrooms, neatly tucked behind the stage. He already knew everybody who regularly ventured into the area. Most of the females, he had known more than once. Once, he even got laid in the same semi-circular, acoustically enhanced choral room where he now sat waiting for Music Appreciation 101 to begin. He was a big fish in the little pond of Wrentham College, but the pond had become stagnant. He watched the other students enter the room, as usual, paying attention only to the females. Most were freshmen or 'fresh meat', as he thought of them. He knew they would be, which is exactly why he had enrolled in the class. One by one they filed in, naïve little hotties; each one firmly molded in her plastic personality after having been convinced throughout high school that she ought to be in movies or magazines. Every one of them checked him out as she entered the room, scanning his strong but un-intimidating stature, then gazing at his ice-blue eyes and smiling. This was something Ryan was quite used to and he was well aware of their attention to him, but pretended not to notice. His natural ability to charm the opposite sex was a gift that came with his good looks. He knew he could easily entice any of them into playful conversation with a simple wink; and playful conversation usually led wherever Ryan wanted it to, but he was bored and desperately wanted a change. He was looking for something new. Then something new walked through the door. She was different. She was older, probably late twenties, and somewhat thicker than the other girls were. She was not what he considered fat, but certainly less frail. This one didn't look as if she would break if he merely touched her. There was a semblance of toughness about her and he thought she might have been around the block a few times. Nevertheless, she was cute and he was attracted to her. She walked across the front of the room to the podium and signed the attendance roster, then chose a seat in front and slightly to the right of Ryan. Close enough that he could taste the sweetness of her cologne. It was the same perfume worn by the woman to whom he gave his virginity so many years earlier and though he could not even remember her name, he would never forget the seductiveness of her Animale. Her alabaster skin tone lent a complementing contrast to her all-black outfit. A suede jacket, zipped only at the bottom, covered the waistline of the short leather skirt that clung like a second skin to her thighs, while a feminized fedora rested playfully on her kinky bleach-blond hair. Her lips were the color and brightness of a candied apple. In his mind, they tasted sweeter. She glanced at him and smiled. The sparkle of silver glitter high on her cheek below her caramel colored eyes held him captive. Something about this mystery girl intrigued him. He wanted to reach out and massage her shoulders or gently stroke the nape of her neck, a technique he had used in the past that usually yielded positive results, but something told him that this girl wouldn't fall for such a ploy, so he restrained himself. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was intimidated by the presence of a woman. In a way, it was somewhat exciting. Ryan's eyes wandered south along her profile and locked onto the three-inch slit in the skirt that rested halfway between her knee and her hips. Pretending not to notice, she stretched her hand beneath the desktop and peeled back a small section of her skirt, revealing for him alone, a bright pink smiley face sticker and the word 'hello'. Maybe this semester would not suck after all. "Hi, I'm...” "Ryan. Ryan Mather." She finished the introduction for him. "Oh. How do you know me? Have we met?" Click here to read the rest of this story (377 more lines)
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