Northbridge (New Adult Soap Opera Romantic Serial)

The University of Southern New England (USNE) campus blazed with spectacular September foliage. A pair of hormone-fueled college students laughed and held hands as they hurried across the quad. They eyed each other lustfully. The expressions on their faces said it all. Skip class? Hell, yeah! They passed by the academic buildings without so much as a glance back. They headed straight for the dorms and some extracurricular activities that required neither classrooms nor clothing. Would any of the other students or faculty members passing through the quad at the same time really have been surprised that a horny college jock and his cheerleader girlfriend ditched an afternoon class and replaced it with their own version of s*x Ed 101? Of course not. However, they might have raised an eyebrow or two at what was going on in the History Department at that very moment... A perfectly manicured finger traced the engraved letters of the gold and black nameplate that read: Professor Rivard. The delicate fingers belonged to a twenty-eight year old blonde bombshell. She glanced out the window. "I love this campus at the beginning of the fall semester. The colors are so-" The professor's hairy arm swept across the desk. It knocked his nameplate, books, and papers to the floor. "Vibrant!" the blonde finished her thought as she surveyed the invitation and temptation of the semi-cleared desktop. The fifty-five year old professor stared at the blonde's irresistibly perfect body as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Her smile encouraged him, but she offered no physical help to undress him. She enjoyed watching him do the work, knowing that his every action was motivated by his unquenchable desire for her. Professor Rivard's cufflinks clinked together when his shirt dropped to his office floor. The blonde slowly let her gaze travel from the crumpled shirt to his pants legs. It rested a moment on his bulging crotch. She surveyed his fit chest – impressive for a man his age. She noticed his chest hair was clipped short which was a wise choice. The thin layer of hair covered the lack of intense muscle definition that younger studs liked to show off with their chests waxed hairless. He slid his belt through the loops and it landed on his shirt. He fumbled with the fastener on his pants for a fraction of a second. She thought it made him even more attractive, giving his "older man with power" allure just a hint of boyish charm. He stood before her completely naked. He was definitely all man! She looked directly at his manhood which stood at full attention. He obviously had no trouble getting excited for her. The blonde ran her hands over her breasts and around her thin waist. She lightly traced the inside of her thigh. She watched the bouncing effect it produced between his legs. She wasn't surprised. She had never met a straight man that could resist what she had to offer. As she touched herself through her clothes, the desire welled inside him. The professor grabbed her in his arms. He greedily ripped at her clothes like a wild animal. He threw her on his desk and climbed on top of her. As he slid his hands under her bra, he asked, "So you like the campus here so much, what do you think of the back to school traditions?" The blonde dug her hands into his back and whispered in his ear, "Breathtaking!" The unofficial anatomy lesson continued. His chest hair tickled her fingertips as she traced the outline of his pecs. "I think you should be promoted to the head of the class," he murmured when she let her pinkie touch the most sensitive part of his nips. "Oh, Professor Rivard, the things I could teach you..." She let her voice trail off on purpose, coaxing his imagination to run wild. He cupped her breast hard. He pulled it close to his mouth. His tongue slathered all over it, sending shivers down both their spines. "Young lady, you make me..." She noticed that he, too, let his sentence trail off. Teasing her, perhaps, as she had done to him? Leaving her to wonder what she was doing to his body, besides the obvious which she felt between her legs. The professor started to sweat. "I feel..." She picked up her bra from the desk. "Go on, you tease," the blonde said wiping his forehead with the soft fabric. The professor's words came slowly between breaths. "I think I'm having a heart attack!" She giggled. "That song is quite a bit before my time, but I'll take the compliment." "No, really," Professor Rivard gasped. "Are you freaking kidding me with this?" Professor Rivard's left arm shot straight out. It hit the telephone and knocked it off the desk. He clasped his right hand over his chest. "I – can't – breathe..." The naked woman rolled off the professor and jumped down to the floor. She yanked the phone cord, pulling it closer to her. She put the phone back on the desk and pressed the switchhook trying to get a dial tone. The phone was dead! It must have broken when it fell off the desk. She looked around for her purse. She could use her cell phone. Crap! She hadn't brought her purse with her. The professor's heaving sounds were driving her crazy. "Will you shut up so I can think?" she screamed. If he hadn't been in so much pain, the professor would have been insulted. Of course! The access code for an outside line! She'd let the sudden shock of his medical issue rattle her momentarily. The initial lack of a dial tone was normal. The university phone system required punching in an access code before giving the dial tone for an outside line. She hit the proper buttons. Then she dialed 911. "Someone's having a heart attack," she said calmly when the emergency operator answered. The blonde dropped the receiver. It dangled from its cord. The blonde dressed quickly, practically ignoring the suffering man sprawled out on the desk. He reached out to her with his remaining strength. "Don't leave me, please." Her lips lightly brushed his forehead. "You're on your own now, old man." She reached for the doorknob. Then she pulled her hand back, thinking out loud. "How am I going to explain being in here with Professor Rivard – like this? Someone is definitely going to see me in the corridor." She looked around the room. "I'll go out the window!" * * * An ambulance with the phrase Northbridge Rescue Services emblazoned on the side sat in front of the bakery in downtown Northbridge. The driver, forty-five year old James Conrad, was careful not to get any of the crumbs from the cupcake on his crisp uniform. Larry, his partner in the passenger seat who was the same height, but ten years younger and twenty pounds heavier, didn't worry about such minor things. He had crumbs on his uniform, on the seat, and on the ambulance floor. He was also gobbling his third cupcake. A glob of frosting tumbled from Larry's finger onto his pants. "Really, man?" James said with a disapproving look. Larry shrugged. "It's not like I'm on my way to a hot date with a hot chick." "I wonder why," James said with a roll of his eyes and a smirk. "We all can't look like you, with the always perfect uniform, the close-cropped hair, the worked out physique." "Physique? Have you been visiting one of those 'learn a new word every day' websites or something?" "Very funny," Larry said while he unwrapped his fourth cupcake. "You know what I mean. Why don't you give me some tips? I bet you were a real lady killer." "You know I'm a married man!" "Married, but not dead! Besides, I said 'were' – past tense. I noticed that clerk in the bakery checking you out, though." "Was she? You did?" "Didn't you? Even though we're both wearing the same EMT uniform, she couldn't keep her pretty eyes off yours." "It's rather disturbing that you noticed that," James laughed. "It's because I was checking her out so closely." James nodded. "Now it makes sense." The CB radio crackled with static. The dispatcher relayed the information about a possible heart attack victim at the university. James touched the microphone on his shoulder. "Unit one responding. Confirming emergency call for the University of Southern New England. First floor of Larner Hall – History Department. On our way." Larry shoved the rest of his cupcake into his mouth. He hit a button on the dashboard. The siren wailed to life. The ambulance raced down the road.