“Do you want me, Mer?”
“Yes.”
“How? Tell me what you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, hard.”
Then she said something I really was not expecting.
“I want you to move us to the window and fuck me against it so someone might see.”
I stilled for a moment felt her tense.
“It’s okay.” She said quietly. “I got carried away.”
I turned her back around to me and with my fingers on her chin I tilted her gaze to make her look at me.
“Do you want me to fuck you against the window? I will do anything you want, Mer. Anything.”
“Yes,” she answered meekly.
“Look at me and don’t be embarrassed about asking for what you want. What do you want me to do? Say it again.” I commanded.
“Garrett, I want you to fuck me against the window.” She said.
I picked her up again and moved towards her window. It looked out over some other apartments and there was a pretty good chance someone would see what we were doing. Neither of us cared. I pressed her against the glass of the window which was actually a door that led out onto a balcony. It was just enough that visibility would be hazy. I pushed her against it, her tits splayed out against the glass. I had her arms raised and held above her head by my left hand. My right hand went back between her thighs bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Is this what you wanted, Mer? People could be watching you. Do you like the thought of that? The risk. Do you like knowing you might be caught?” I thought about how she’d taken Stacey’s place in the Lodge and now I got a hint as to what had placed her there that day. She must have seen Stacey leave and decided to take her place. I still had questions about that evening though. How had she known what Stacey was there for? Then Meredith groaned and my mind came back to the present time.
I nibbled at her neck with my lips, careful not to leave a mark. She shivered under my touch.
“I need you. I need you so much. Please, please fuck me harder, Garrett.”
How could I resist that? I quickened my pace and as she pressed into the window, it made a squeaking sound as her body rubbed against it. Wetness flooded from her pussy around my cock. She was that turned on. I let go of her hands and I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled as I emptied myself into her, spurts of cum erupting from me and she let herself go. She screamed my name as she came, those strong pulses milking my cock. It was everything I had fantasized about and more. I just needed to convince her this was not wrong. That we were man and woman, not student and teacher. But for now, I wasn’t done with Meredith Butler. I carried her to the bed where I fucked her another twice. I’d never tire of hearing her scream my name.
We had fallen asleep, her snuggled in the crook of my arm. She stirred which woke me and I looked at the digital clock on her bedside table which told me it was 6am. Fuck, I needed to get home and get ready for school.
I moved my hand slowly from underneath her and she stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. I watched as her eyes focused on mine, seeing the realization as to where she was and who she was with hit her memory bank. Then a smile crept across her face.
“What time is it?” She mumbled.
“Six, and I need to get ready.”
She pulled herself upright. “Me too. I forgot to set the alarm. I usually get up at this time anyhow.”
“Do you have a shower every morning?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Why?”
“Because I reckon we can get showered together and save time.”
“I doubt it will save time, Garrett.” She replied and laughed.
I eventually got back to my place around 7am. Some of the guys including Jacob were in the kitchen.
“Dude, you just get a place here, then stay out all night? Must be some sweet pussy you tapped.”
I winked at him. “I had better get to my room and get my books together fast, or I will be late to class. Pour us a cup of Joe, will you? I am dead on my feet. It was a hard night if you catch my drift.”
Jacob high-fived me, “Dude, I’m so jealous. Cassie won’t talk to me right now. My balls are gonna burst if she doesn’t relent soon.”
I took my coffee up to my room. I had a clear thirty minutes where I could kick back. Playing some music low I sat back on the bed. So, Meredith liked a little kink. I could work with that. The only thing I would struggle with, however, was paying for all our dates. I was getting an allowance from my father while I did my course after which there would be a job for me. I’d offered to take a paid job alongside studying, but my father wouldn’t hear of it, telling me it was only fourteen months and he and my mom had spent their money on me for nineteen years, what was a little longer.
He’d already be at work now and I decided to give him a call. I was very close to my dad.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Garrett. To what do I owe this pleasure so early in the morning? You in trouble, son?”
“No, Dad. Just had some time to kill before school, so what better way to spend it than to talk to my old man. Mom alright?”
“Your mom’s fine. Driving me crazy as usual. Now she won’t let me eat mac and cheese. She needs to stop watching these stupid diet shows.”
“So, let me guess. You’re pretending to go along with it.”
“Course, son. Then I call at Marge’s cafe and eat it there, every damn lunchtime. That’s what you do with women, you let them think they’re winning. Saves you a headache.”
My parents had been married almost thirty years. I was the youngest child at nineteen. I had an older sister aged twenty-five and a brother at twenty-nine. My siblings both worked alongside Dad. It was a proper family business except for my mom who said the only bottleneck she was interested in held wine. Computers weren’t her thing.
“I’m just looking at your account online, son. You spent a little more than usual last coupla days.”
Really, I should have known he’d check up on me because of my call.
“I met someone, Dad. I’ve shouted her a few coffees and dinner, but we went out last night and she insisted we split the bill.”
“Sounds like a keeper.”
“Well, I’ve only known her a week, so it’s a little early to say, but I really do like her.”
“What’s she do?”
“She’s an accountant.” I skipped over her being a Professor of Accounts at my college, I wasn’t ready to go there yet. “She’s a few years older than me.”
My dad whistled. “You got yourself one of those cougars, do you?”
I laughed, “She’s not that old.”
“Well, listen,” He said. “I just added a coupla hundred bucks to your account, because I think if you found a nice lady, you need to take her out and treat her right.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“No need to thank me, son. I’ll deduct it from your wages when you start here.”
He burst into hearty guffaws. It was so good to hear his voice.
“Well, I’d better go get ready for class. Now, why don’t you make that mac and cheese just twice a week and I’ll not tell Mom?”
“You’re a devil, Garrett James. I do you a good turn and you come back at me with a forked tongue. Now, treat that lady with respect and if it carries on, well me and your mom would love to meet her sometime.”
“Okay, Dad. Speak soon. I love you.”
“Love you too, son. Now get to class.”
I ended the call with a smile on my face. My family thought nothing of stating our feelings for each other and I loved that. I thought about Mer saying she was short of girlfriends and wondered about introducing her to my sister sometime. They were the same age. Then I sighed. I wouldn’t be able to introduce them until I’d told Mer my real age and after that she might not want to see me again. Sighing again, I got up off the bed and drank down my coffee. I changed into some fresh clothes and grabbed my backpack, slipping my feet inside
some chucks. Once downstairs, I paused in the kitchen to pinch a bagel out of Jacob’s hand and then I was on my way to class. I remembered my ball cap as I was leaving, took it from my backpack and pulled it down low once more.
“Is this a Justin Bieber look, or some shit like that?” asked Julian, who had caught me up just outside the door to walk across campus. “You trying to be all cool? Or are you avoiding someone? Either way, you look a dick.”
“It’s the Bieber thing, I’m a Belieber.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Well at least if Prof. Geller pukes in the wastebasket again you can pull that over your face away from the sight. God, the smell.” He said.
“Yeah, well also, her being in the family way means we will get a tutor change partway through the course too. I hope her replacement will be as good as she is. I need to pass this course so I can start earning. Student life is not for me.”
“At least you get to decide what you want to do. I’m just instructed by my parents, like I’m a robot.”
“That sucks. You will have to get that sorted, Julian. Your life is yours, not theirs.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll get this course passed and see what’s next. I have to know about computers you know. One day I might be in charge of The White House.” He snorted.
We reached the classroom.
“Well, for now, President Murphy, get yourself sat down while you wait for the call from the current President to say he’s ready for you to step up.”
I sat at my desk and unpacked my gear ready for the start of the lesson.
“Looks like her replacement is here already.” Julian commented. “Fuck, she can teach me any time. I’ve never seen her around here before.”
I looked up and froze in horror. How could this be? She didn’t teach this subject. She had no need to travel across this side of campus. Why was she at the front of the class now flicking through papers?
“Good morning everyone.” That familiar voice spoke. “My name is Professor Butler. Professor Geller has been taken ill and won’t be with you this first lesson. However, she has passed me the lesson plans and we can do a revision session, so if you’d like to get your computers fired up.”
It was at that point Julian decided he’d had it with my under the radar persona and he knocked my ball cap straight off my head. “I can’t deal with talking to the peak of your cap, man. I wanna see your face.”
“Could you keep it down over there,” Meredith yelled and then I saw her eyes flit from Julian’s and settle on mine. All the blood drained from her face.
“Excuse me a moment.” She said and then she ran out of the room.
“Fuck, is this one pregnant too.” Quipped Julian.
Chapter 7
Meredith
I ran straight into the bathroom where I threw up that mornings breakfast. My body shook as the mental image of Garrett, sat there in the classroom, came back to my mind.
He was a student.
In a class of eighteen and nineteen years olds.
Fuck, this couldn’t be happening.
When I was convinced there was nothing left for me to vomit, I walked with trembling legs over to the basin where I splashed my face with cool water. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. I knew who the message would be from.
Garrett: I’ve left the class. Made an excuse. Go back and teach. No need for you to get in any trouble.
Trouble? God, I was already in trouble. I had slept with a student which was against the college’s strict policies. I spent a few more minutes composing myself, reapplied some make-up and then I returned to teach the class, giving the excuse that I had skipped breakfast and had felt lightheaded.
At lunch, my cell vibrated again.
Garrett: I need to see you. To explain.
I typed a message back.
Mer: What’s left to explain? You lied. You’re not a Personal Trainer at a gym. I’m a fool.
He replied within a minute.
Garrett: You wouldn’t have dated me if you knew my real age. You can’t say we aren’t perfect together. That would be the LIE.
I placed my cell back in my pocket. Right now I couldn’t deal with him and what had happened. I needed to think. He was right; we seemed good together. But I was several years older than him and it wasn’t allowed.
Why was the thought it wasn’t allowed exciting me, rather than worrying me?
I needed to get to class to teach. That’s where my focus should be. I threw the rest of my lunch in the trashcan and went to my next lesson.
As I left that night a thought came to mind and so I sent another text to Garrett.
Mer: Please don’t turn up at my apartment tonight. I need time to think.
The reply was swift.
Garrett: I’m already outside waiting for you.
Goddamn!
Mer: Please leave. I need time.
Garrett: I can’t do that. We need to talk.
Mer: I have nothing to say to you right now.
Garrett: Then just listen.
Mer: I need to get my head straight. I’m a mess. I keep making mistakes that could cost me my job. Please tell me you will leave.
There were no messages for a few minutes and I sat in the driver’s seat of my car waiting. I wasn’t going home until he had agreed to leave. Then the final message came, which gave me my second huge shock of the day.
Garrett: I would know that body anywhere, even when your head is obscured by a mask. I drank in your juices like the sweetest honey. Don’t you want more?
He was the guy from the Lodge?
I thought back to the student who had made me come, how I had run my hands through his hair. Yes, it could have been Garrett. How would he have known I was there anyway if he hadn’t been in the room? It was stupid, but I was relieved. At least there was only one student I had conducted an inappropriate relationship with now. I decided that I might as well travel back to my apartment. I doubted that Garrett would leave without talking to me and I needed to know what had happened that night. Why he was in a room ready to mouth fuck a student. My chest felt tight at the thought of him doing what he had done to me, to another student and at that point I knew I was screwed.
I really liked him.
And as a lover he was unbeatable.
I walked to my apartment door and Garrett rose from his seated position on the floor. He shook out his legs that were no doubt cramped from his previous position.
The ball cap wasn’t anywhere in sight and he ran a hand through his hair, his expression tortured.
I put a finger to my lips. “Wait until we get inside.”
I unlocked the apartment door and walked inside, throwing my purse and laptop bag onto the desk and walking over to the window to let in some air. Then I got two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed one to Garrett, nodding towards the couch.
“Okay.” I told him. “I think what I need right now is brutal honesty. From yourself and from me. Talk to me from the start of us meeting. Did you know I was a professor at your college?”
Garrett shook his head. “No. When you slipped from the treadmill I had never seen you before, but… I know this sounds dumb… but I felt a connection to you. When you said you were a professor, I had no idea it was at my college. I had never seen you on campus and there are so many business colleges in New York. I never gave it any consideration.”
“So, what were you doing in Granger Lodge?”
“I live there.”
“What?” My fingers touched my parted lips.
“I live there. I moved in Saturday morning, so I’ve lived there two whole days.”
“What was Friday night about?” I knew of course from Marcus but I wanted to hear whether Garrett would tell me the truth.
“That was my final challenge to win my accommodation, but then you must have known that to be in the room…”
He left his sentence hanging.
“I need wine.” I told him. “Water will not cut it.”
Returning with a bottle of red and two glasses, I poured my own and left the other glass and bottle there. Garrett could get his own.
I sat back on my side of the couch and curled my legs under myself.
“I used to, God, how do I define it? After school sometimes I used to stay behind with one of the male professors. He left at the end of the last year. We’d make out in the staff room, give each other satisfaction.”
“Did you fuck him?” Garrett’s jaw tightened, and a tic pulsed in his cheek.
“Once. A goodbye fuck when he was leaving.” I stared across the room for a moment as Garrett’s gaze was too intense. I felt like he was burning me. “He left me a letter. Told me that Granger House had a kinda initiation that was sexy…” My voice trailed off and I took a slug of wine before continuing. “He knew I liked the risk, the thought of being caught. That was what had turned me on in the staff room, more than him, he was just a body. It was the idea of getting caught that made me come.”
“So how did you end up in the room?” He asked.
“I watched the girl panic. She climbed through the window and ran away. It was a split second impulsive decision to take her place. Crazy. I could have been caught and lost my job.”
“But the thought of the experience won?”
“Yes. The thought that someone unknown was coming into that room and would make me come and they wouldn’t have a clue who I was.”
He smiled. “Except it was me and I recognized your tattoo.”
I clutched my blouse where my tattoo lay underneath. “I never gave that a thought. That’s how much I had thought it through. An easily identifiable tattoo and I just lay there.”
“You didn’t just lay there.” He said. “You moved against me like we were a violin and bow.”
I moved my legs, making out they were going dead when in fact his words had made me itch to rub my thighs together.
“Then you knew I was a professor at the same business school as you, but you said nothing anyway?”
He shook his head. “When I got a text, the next morning asking if I’d meet you to train you. I had to go. I had to see the woman again who’d exploded against my mouth.
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