by Lia Marsh
Laura sat with her back up straight, she was holding her books to her chest and being so careful as to not make a single sound; she was even cautious of how loud she was breathing. Meanwhile Alexander had one hand on the wheel and one holding his cigarette out of the window, retracting it every so often to take a drag and then turn his head and blow it out. He played loud, old-school rock which Laura wasn’t familiar with but then again she’d been brought up on a steady diet of classical and somewhat operatic music.
She tilted her head and tried to get comfortable, the day had already dragged and it was only going twelve. She could feel the heaviness of her emotional exhaustion taking over and without any intention of speaking to the man she couldn’t even look at due to nerves she shut her eyes for a second…
There they were once more. His hands placed around her curves and her head stretched back so the flesh on her neck was on display for Alexander. His throbbing, aching manhood was pulsating through the fabric of their clothes and itching up Laura’s sensitive skin on her leg, Mr. Harmon had no intention of going easy on her.
She felt his harsh, rough tongue slide across her skin causing a series of whimpers and moans to leave her mouth. She was forced to sing a song of pleasure as her cries rippled through the air and her body trembled before the man she wanted more than anything else.
Alexander seemed pleased with the response he was getting, he ripped Laura’s little, blue cardigan just by tugging on it; the buttons spread across the floor and left her clutching to what remained of the fabric – she was nervous but she knew this is what she wanted.
As the lecturer took a step back to admire her form Laura confidently removed her cardigan and almost within the same motion ripped her bra from her skin. She stood with her breasts and erect nipples facing the older man and called out to him – she wanted him, she needed him.
Suddenly his hands were all over her; Laura tilted her head back as Alexander’s lips moved from her neck to her breasts In which he hands soon followed. In one swift motion he engulfed the erect tip of her nipple with his lips, swirling his tongue around and causing a rapid flurry of cries to leave Laura’s shaking lips. She called out for more – no longer plagued by fear or nerves she knew this is what she wanted. She begged for it, she begged for her teacher to bring her to the point of climax. Nothing else mattered now; Laura had what she wanted and it she was going to see it through to the end.
She felt her body get thrown back, her knees curving around the edge of a bed and her back dropping to the silky sheets. Laura didn’t question it; she didn’t care what surrounded her only that she was finally getting to be with him. Alexander’s hands caressing up her legs and under her skirt as his body leaned down over her own.
She could feel his fingers teasing her hole, she found herself with nothing covering her down-below beneath the fabric of her short-skirt; moaning out she screamed her lecturers name over and over as he gently began to push his fingers into her. Stretching her out the man played with her moist, damp inners before inserting another finger which made Laura’s eyes begin to water; he was good, he was the best she’d ever had.
As she eased into the sheets she could feel his hands stretching her skin, making her squeal and squirm as he hole molded to fit his fingers. Laura pulled Alexander’s head down to kiss him, he smirked as her tongue roamed out and tried to enter his mouth; he loved watching her as she begged for more. She was his, she couldn’t resist and he knew it.
His hand was moving faster, Laura’s breaths were getting shorter, and she could feel it running under her skin – a euphoria that was going to explode any second now. She cried out, she moaned for the man to finish her and leave her dripping with excitement. She begged for it, she craved it, she needed it – she started to feel it, so close to climax, almost there.
“Laura.” Alexander’s voice jolted through Laura like a bolt of lightning and threw her back into the car seat, she awoke extremely aroused and red in the cheeks; crossing her legs and wiping away drool from her chin she looked to the older man who was chuckling to himself at the sight of her.
“I think this is it; I saw the address on one of your books you were holding.” Laura quickly looked to her left and surely enough that was her and Paul’s home.
Still confused and in a daze from her dream she smiled at Mr. Harmon and opened the door, grasping a hold of her work and getting out as fast as she could.
“Thank you,” she leaned back in to car to say the words at which point Alexander had something of his own to say to her.
“You’re cute when you sleep.” His words roared through her, they excited her, they confused her; Laura found herself more nervous in that moment than she had all day. An explosion of butterflies and adrenaline erupted inside of her and as she took a step back from the car Alexander reached over to shut the door and off he drove – she didn’t even get a chance to respond to him.
Laura couldn’t get her head around what was just said to her. Every step up to the door of the building she felt her knees about to give way; she wanted to collapse.
A million thoughts went through her mind – what did he mean? Why did he say that? What could she do about it? Laura couldn’t stop herself from having this attraction and now she knew there was a slight chance that Alexander felt it too.
Somehow this cheered her up more than confused her; she was so cheerful that she almost forgot all about her five-year boyfriend and just as she skipped into her living room there Paul was to greet her with a smile on his face – unfortunately this toned Laura’s mood down and brought her back to the reality she was so eager to escape.
Chapter Two: Reality
“Afternoon.” Paul greeted Laura with a smile on his face; a smile she’d learnt meant he had a surprise for her but at with the way she was feeling she dismissed him almost instantly and brushed past to head to the kitchen. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Paul anymore, she just found herself to be gravitating towards Alexander; there was something inside her that made her crave him. Laura couldn’t quite figure out what it was but she knew that questioning it wouldn’t help – she was his, she wanted to be his.
Paul wondered after her and started questioning what was wrong; he could tell when she was avoiding him but he had no idea the reasoning behind it. She’d never had eyes for anyone else and she never thought she would until recently. As Paul muttered into her ear Laura began going through her books and found the piece of paper in which she’d written the word ‘temptation’ – the subject for the weekend’s paper that she intended to use to impress her lecturer.
Laura thought to herself that this was a chance to confess her attraction. She could write down every word that Alexander put into her head and if he took it the wrong way she could call it all fiction and brush it off. However, she hoped that if she written it out specifically in such a way that a woman similar to herself came on to a lecturer similar to Alexander hopefully he would take it as a huge compliment and make a move on her – this was of course all in her mind but nevertheless Laura wanted to take the chance. She didn’t know if she’d actually be able to mumble two words in front of the man but writing down how she felt on paper and not being there when he read it made things a lot easier on her nerves.
“Laura did you hear me.” Suddenly Paul’s voice which grew more irritating to Laura’s ears each day struck her; bringing her away from her thoughts and to her boyfriend who was facing her.
“You, me, a romantic dinner. A hotel room, flowers, champagne, everything. Come on.” It seemed he did have something planned after-all, however Laura was more interested in her paper and the only thing that ran across her mind was how that would interfere with it.
“I have work to do.” She once again brushed off her boyfriend and his attempts at doing something nice for them. She didn’t think twice about her response but the sudden echo of a foot slamming into the ground caused her to break away from the little daze she was in.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Pau
l screamed it at her, he’d lost patience with his girlfriend and an increasing worrying feeling was roaming to all the corners of his mind. They’d made it five years; five long years and never before had she hid anything from him the way she was now.
Laura saw the look of fear in Paul’s eyes, the look that something was tearing them apart. She realized what her new-found obsession was doing to their relationship and with that a shadow of guilt was cast over her. She placed the paper down and walked over to her boyfriend, gently planting a kiss on his cheeks and holding his shaking hands to steady them. She knew things couldn’t go on the way they were; this wasn’t healthy for either of them.
“I’m sorry. It sounds perfect.” Laura’s words were gentle and eased Paul’s nerves. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed thoughts of Alexander to the back of her mind. She knew she had something good here; something she didn’t want to mess up. Her obsession with her lecturer was based on lust but her life with Paul was based on love; love she didn’t want to ruin.
Although she felt guilty for it Laura was still extremely aroused from the dream she’d had whilst in Alexander’s car. She pressed herself up against Paul in hopes to turn him on, rubbing her short, little skirt against his crotch and moving her lips slowly to his ear; nibbling playfully and giggling to herself. He’d always loved her short bursts of laughter, he found her adorable when she got like this. Paul hardened almost instantly, it may not have been Alexander but that didn’t mean she couldn’t live out her fantasies.
The two of them made their way to the bedroom, Paul made sure that Laura was down to her skirt and bra before they’d even opened the door and Laura made sure that Paul was shirtless. Instantly she dropped to her knees, looking up at her boyfriend of five years but then closing her eyes as she rubbed over his crotch – she pictured Alexander as she began to feel the shape of his manhood. Her mouth was watering at the thought of it, Paul stood calmly in wait for his girlfriend to do what she’d done many times before – Laura had always been good with her mouth.
She undid his trousers and yanked the long, stiff object from his boxers. He moaned as she took a tight grip on the pulsating member and gently jerked it in her hand. Paul was eager, he was oozing with fluids that welcomed Laura’s mouth the moment she wrapped her soft, pink lips around it. His hands roamed into her blonde locks and his grip tightened as she tried to devour every last inch in the first gulp. She’d never been so eager, she’d never felt so aroused and even though it was Paul moaning out all she could think of was Alexander. She could picture his face as she sucked on his manhood, she could smell the whisky and cigarettes and she took in every last bit. Laura was treating it like she had been in her dreams; she was confident with Paul so she could reenact her fantasies with him.
Paul continued to moan out as his girlfriend did her best on his shaft. She kept pulling away only to use her hand to jerk it back and forth; she was going rough, more so than she had before and Paul had never felt so hard. She stayed down on her knees and kept yanking at it with her hand; she watched as her boyfriend’s legs began to tremble and his face grew redder and redder with each moment that passed. Laura stopped for a moment and got from her knees, kissing her boyfriend as he calmed himself from almost erupting all over her face; she wanted this to last a while – her fantasy wasn’t yet done.
Laura grabbed Paul and pushed him to the bed, rolling off her underwear but leaving the skirt on she climbed onto the bed. It was just like she’d wanted with Alexander; she lifted up the fabric and started to mount Paul, his slippery member still wet from her lips slid deep inside of her causing Laura to gasp out as he hit her sensitive spot right away. She lifted her arms in pleasure and cried out for more as she began to ride her boyfriend.
She reached around and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side along with the rest of their clothes that had left a trail from the kitchen. She bounced up and down and let her breasts flow with her, the mattress giving off small squeaking sounds as Paul moaned out into the room. Once again her eyes closed, she could see Alexander, she could feel his pulsating member as she rode it into the sheets; she could hear him, smell him, taste him as she continued to bounce up and down and felt the shaft bang against her sweet spot each and every time.
She felt it coming. She felt that eruption of euphoria building in her, that excitement that begged to be released and she knew she needed it now.
“Alex…” Laura stopped herself as she began to scream his name; luckily she noticed that Paul’s groaning masked her mistake and suddenly she felt that guilt again but it was too late.
Laura cried out as she felt herself explode; the thoughts of her sexy, older lecturer running through her mind left her dripping, soaking and squirting out over Paul who began to spray inside her. The two of them crippled by their orgasmic state Laura fall on-top of him panting and gasping for air as he grabbed her and kissed her forehead.
She was meant to be tired, she was meant to curl up and hold her boyfriend but she felt even more turned on. It was as if she’d almost been caught – as if Paul almost found out her secret and something inside Laura liked this. Something clicked within Laura, something changed her attitude and suddenly the guilt was gone. She thought to herself – How could something that feels this good be bad? It wasn’t the most logical of reasons but somehow it made her feel better.
Paul seemed to rollover and drift off into a nap right away whereas Laura was still itching to go. She gathered her thoughts, had a cold shower and returned to the kitchen with her laptop to begin her story.
Chapter Three: Proposition
The next twenty four hours of her life contained nothing but coffee and a quick nap before she found herself in-front of the mirror once more, this time in that little-red-dress that every woman owned. She was going to do her best for Paul, after their little encounter yesterday all thoughts of doubt seemed to be wiped from his mind however Laura’s were growing more and more. When she looked at him she found herself wishing it was Alexander staring back. She wanted something so badly that she’d started to let herself drift off into her thoughts because they seemed so much more fun than what was actually going on.
Laura kept asking herself -
Am I obsessed? Is this normal?
She had to pause her mind though as she began to walk down the stairs and just like at her prom, Paul was waiting for her at the bottom with a smile, close to tears and a rose. It was five years today; five whole years since they’d first gotten together and all Laura could think was what Alexander would think of the paper she wrote last night.
Of course she hadn’t finished it in one night; Laura decided to write the first half and use this weekend with her boyfriend as inspiration for the second. While she found herself excited to be going to an expensive restaurant and to be treated like a princess for an entire forty-eight hours she also found herself excited for Monday morning when she’d see Alexander again; she was conflicted but for now she painted on the good-girl smile and took Paul’s hand as they left for the expensive meal he’d planned.
Laura had curled her blonde locks so that they sat on her shoulders; bouncing as she walked down the steps to the taxi with Paul, they’d decided to have a few drinks and stop over at an extravagant hotel so there was no need for the cars and Laura never got around to fixing her tire. Also, there was a part of her that didn’t want the prim-and-proper neatness of Paul’s car, she longed to look down at that dirty magazine and sniff up the lingering odor of cigarettes once more.
Paul tried to make a move on her during the taxi ride and although she’d been more than willing the previous day Laura had once again brushed her beloved off all day only to focus on her fantasies which crippled her to a state of silence. It was a constant battle of lust inside her mind which raged throughout the entire journey until she was forced to smile at Paul once more as a hand reached in to lift her out of the cab and onto the pathway in which the restaurant doors were.
Arms linked the couple entered the mo
st expensive place in Seattle together. Paul was one of those middle-class people who had some sort of relative that knew everyone and everything, a socialite of some-sorts in the sense he only had to make a phone call to get a place booked with no issues.
Laura had always found this quite appealing and yet today she seemed to want to crawl into a dirty, grungy bar and eat her food with her hands and drink beer and take a cigarette and just go wild. She never thought a man like Alexander would dine at such an overpriced place and it made her not want to be here either.
The two of them were seated. The table stood a little high and the backs of the chairs stood higher; the table had a white, velvet-type clothe covering it and at least four knives and forks spread out across each side. Laura was used to this sort of layout, she’d been raised with all of it and Paul expected no less. Still, although it was nice and it was meant to be a treat it felt to Laura as if this had been her whole life. She felt like she’d always done this, always been with Paul and always did the best of the best; what she longed for was something different, something a little dirtier.