Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

... time to meet with you, Ms. Walker?"

I replied, "Unless you're planning on just showing up and not finding me in my office. Let me see what I have open, Mr. Kosmerl."

I thumbed through a couple of pages of my day planner. "I think I can give you an hour tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Kosmerl," I said. "Say around three?"

Steve replied, "I have a class till three, but I can be here by three fifteen.”

"That'll work fine," I answered.

He turned to leave, then stopped dead in his tracks. Turning to me, he said, "Ms. Walker?"

"Yes, Mr. Kosmerl," I replied.

He hesitated momentarily and then said, "Oh, never mind."

I smiled at him and said, "Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

As he left, I couldn't help wondering what he wanted to say and had changed his mind about. I'd be sure to question him about that tomorrow afternoon.

I spent the balance of my morning grading the papers I'd collected from the class. Reading Mr. Kosmerl's paper, I had to agree with him. He did need some extra help. I graciously gave him a "D" on his paper.

About a quarter of twelve, I decided to go out and grab a bite for lunch. As I left my office and strolled down the hall, Richard Davidson was coming out of his office also.

When he saw me, he smiled and said, "Ms. Walker, how nice to see you this morning. You're looking exceptionally lovely today."

I returned his smile and said, "Richard, I thought you were going to call me by my first name?" Reminding him of our ...

... conversation the Friday before.

"I'm sorry, Gen, I did promise to do that." He offered.

"I think we've known each other long enough to be on a first-name basis, Dick," I said. "You don't mind if I call you Dick do you?" I asked.

He responded, "Actually, most of my friends call me Rich."

"Well, I like Dick," I responded.

He hesitated momentarily, letting me think about what I'd just said. Even well-educated, longhaired brunettes have an occasional blonde moment, and I giggled when I realized my Freudian slip.

I expected he would make some obscene comment about what I'd said, but instead, he offered, "Well, Gen, if you like Dick, then Dick it is."

"By the way, Gen, I like the new look." he commented.

"Thank you very much," I replied. "I had some help from a few good friends in Manhattan over the weekend."

"That's right, you went to see a play?" he recalled.

I smiled and said, "Yes, and it was enlightening too."

"You'll have to tell me all about it, Gen,” he said. "Are you going to lunch now?" he asked.

"Yes, do you want to join me?" I asked.

"I was just about to head to the Sugar Bowl for a quick lunch," Dick replied.

"The Sugar Bowl? Too many students there, let's try the East Street Café instead." I suggested.

"That would be great, Gen,” he agreed.

It was about a ten-minute walk to the Café. While Dick and I made our way there, we talked about all the exciting things to do in Manhattan.

"I like to listen to some good jazz or catch ...