Chase Meeks: The Breakup...
is live on Smashwords and Amazon! This is the first part of an erotic series that is outlined to be three books as it stands, but may end up being one more. :)The story is a departure from my normal wham-bam style which, I hope, works well and people like. It is told, first person, by our male protagonist, Chase, and comes complete with footnotes. Footnotes? I know, it's something new I thought I would try out.
Like I said, the story is told in a first-person narrative and I thought footnotes made some of Chase's thoughts more clear, funnier, and added a nice little icing on the story. It's something I have never seen before in erotica and I would love to know what everyone things of it.
Anyway, there is tons of new stuff coming out before the holidays, keep checking back and, as always, THANKS FOR READING.
Here is a snippet from the story. Enjoy!
I left Economics 212 and
stood in the hallway with my campus map desperately trying to find Advanced
Algebra 210. Glancing up, I saw a few
other kids doing the same thing, stumbling out of classrooms like they had
wandered into the wrong bathroom. Finally I found it, second floor of the building
I was standing in.
Running like a man being
chased by wolves2, I hit the staircase, rounded
two corners, dodged countless other lost souls, and blasted through the large
wooden door that led to the class I needed.
I was late.
The door closed behind me
with a loud clank that echoed around
the room and I realized the error of my ways.
Every face in the room turned
toward me, hundreds of them, all dusky blue sitting under the dimmed lights and
projector shadow. My heart dropped
somewhere around my nuts.
I glanced at the screen that
hung along the front of the class. It
was covered in equations, long, hand-drawn equations in black marker. The lecture had already begun.
I turned and looked at the
teacher on the little stage at the bottom of the stadium seating.
She met my eyes with a
smile. “It’s okay,” she said. “Please tell me that you need Advanced
Algebra 210.”
“Um,” My mind went
blank. Everything stopped. Nothing in my head seemed to be working3. I just
stood there and stared at her for a few seconds. She was gorgeous, unbelievably gorgeous. No, I am serious, she was like an actress on
television, too pretty, the kind of woman you hardly ever see out in the real
world.
I took her in.4
She was younger than I
thought a college professor could be.
She was older than me, but I couldn’t tell by how much, five years? Maybe ten?
The age just made her hotter though.5
Standing there in black
skirt, black shoes, and white blouse she was perfect. I couldn’t get stop staring – long blond hair
pulled back in a bun, thick-rimmed glasses, lips that looked like she was
constantly pouting, and a body that said she spent a lot of time at the
gym. Smitten doesn’t describe what I
felt. I couldn’t breathe.
“Right? You are looking for Advanced Algebra
210?” Her voice broke through the hypnosis.
I don’t know how long I had
been standing there but my heart was racing.
“Alegra! Advanced Algebra
210! Yes!”
The entire room chuckled but
this time I didn’t feel like dropping everything and running away. This time I joined in and laughed at myself. I not only deserved their laughter, I
understood it. I was a wreck of a human
being. She had stopped me cold in my
tracks, broken my brain for a second or two.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I speak in complete sentences? Is she really the professor, maybe she’s the
professor’s aid or assistant, they do that right? What was that look in her eye? Was there a look in her eye? How about that cute girl in the second row,
she was checking me out.6
“Alright,” the professor
smiled. “Go ahead and find a seat. We are on page six of the text if you brought
it, if not just follow along. This is just
review stuff.” Her voice was warm and
understanding.