Trey Meets Sharon is the second story in the Women in His Life series. TREY BENNETT, a sexy, young college professor, and SHARON WILSON, a high school teacher who lives in his apartment complex, meet at the swimming pool. Their attraction to each other is immediate and strong, leading to hot sex and expectations of even more to come.
I got up, went to the kitchen, got a cup of coffee, and stood looking out at the pool. There she was, Miss Perfect Body— that's what the guys called her. God, how I wanted her. On that score I had to get in line with every male, and some of the females, in the apartment complex. I think I must have fallen in love with her the moment I saw her. Damn, she saw me staring, but that was okay because she smiled and waved. I waved back, wondering if she could see I was wearing my best birthday suit. My body also had its very own flagpole, just for her. Now that's embarrassing. I backed away from the window, looking around for my boxer shorts. I should have been up hours ago, then I could be down there meeting her. Oh well, if you work nights, you're going to have late mornings.
I teach a few night courses at the local college, although my real job is teaching day courses at the University. I'm a professor there, but I haven't attained tenure yet — the brass ring all professors reach for. Last night after class, one of the young co-eds needed to talk to me, or so she said. A sensuous, young, salacious lady with a set of 38D's. She thought, wrongly, that wiggling her considerable assets in my face would get her a better grade. At one time, maybe, but now my mind was on Sharon Wilson, aka Miss Perfect Body, and there was always that brass ring.
But before I did anything else, I needed to eat. Funny thing about breakfast, it was the one meal you just have to have.
After I ate and inhaled another cup of coffee, I slipped into my red bathing suit, threw a towel over my shoulder, and grabbed a book. I was ready for the pool! No flip-flops — I need flip-flops. That concrete gets hot, real hot. Searching around, I finally found them under the couch. Now I'm ready. Today I was going to do more than meet Sharon Wilson — I was going to ask her out. No one in the complex, men that is, had gotten even close to dating her. I knew a lot had tried. My guess was she had heard all the pick-up lines and more. I had a theory, maybe not the best one, but one nevertheless. The way to get a date with her was simply be straightforward — no lies or trying to impress her.
I stood at my window, watching her, for a while before going down to the pool. She sat on one of the many recliners and no one was sitting around her. She was all alone at the shallow end of the pool. Miss Perfect Body sat with her legs pulled up and her knees together, reading something— papers from the recliner next to her. Marking them with a red pencil. Damn! She's working. Who works on a Saturday morning at the pool? That gave me an idea. I grabbed the test papers from my class the night before. I smiled, placed my sunglasses on my forehead, picked up my small cooler, and started for the pool.