by Autumn Avery
They giggled to one another. "Yeah, I need a good, hard cock, one that'll please me," the other one went on. "We've heard about the Train, you know. How you take girls for rides. Maybe you're just the one to show me how to have a good time with a guy again."
Arms over one another's shoulders, they were fully into one another. Dustin went and hunted for his three-ways, and yet one just showed up out of nowhere and threw itself at me.
"So you two want a ride on the train, huh?"
"Yes, please. Two tickets, if you would," The one I think was Abby poked me in the chest and traced around my pecs. "I'm sure it's a rough ride, but I'm not going to mind."
They were hot. I mean, like, I wouldn't typically turn them away. Nice asses, nice racks, pretty faces, there was nothing too disagreeable, and I always liked it when a woman had the confidence in herself to show some initiative.
"Come on, we don't want to be late for our ride," Abby-I-Guess nudged Becky-I-Guess. She then took me by the hand and pulled me with them. I followed, curious to where the heck all of this was really going. They led me up the stairs. "My room is over this way. Throw a lock on the door and no one will come a knocking when everything is rocking."
The two giggled more. They were enough to entertain one another, and with how touchy they were, they probably already entertained one another on more than one occasion.
We were soon away from the party. I was standing tall, and the two of them were in front of me, looking at me with anticipation. Yeah, there was a smile on my face, but I wondered if they thought it was because I thought I was about to get some rather than just amusement at their antics.
"All aboard the Train, right?" One of them smirked. "Is there anything forbidden on this ride? For security reasons?"
"Yeah, don't be bringing any bombs or firearms on this trip," I said. There was probably someone out there who thought such things were kinky. I wasn't one of them.
"Oh. Maybe you should make sure then. We could be hiding such things in our clothes. You want to pat us down?" She shook her ass at me, waiting for me to do my best TSA agent impersonation.
"Becky, maybe we should just ride naked. That way we don't have any bags to check, and the Train can be sure we're not hiding anything illegal."
"Good idea." They were still laughing at one another full speed. Their shirts came off. Then their skirts.
The bras followed. Really, there was absolutely nothing wrong with them. They were very nice breasts. A good shape. Perky nipples. I should have been all over them, shoving them in my mouth and sucking them like I was trying to get milk from them.
Even as they dropped their panties, still nothing. Nice, clean, shaved pussies, just how I liked them. I could see them glisten.
Abby-I-Guess approached me, starting to rub her body against mine. "Maybe you should give me a cavity search. You know. Just to be sure. There are lots of places I could be hiding things. Like between my breasts... in my pussy..." She fluttered her eyebrows. "Should even check my ass just to be sure. I'm sure you have the perfect tool for checking."
Despite everything, though? This felt wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
"Sorry, girls. Train's out for repairs," I pushed her away, doing so touching her in the least sexual places I could. Copping a feel right now would make it all feel even more wrong.
"What?"
"It's nothing personal, just not feeling it tonight."
They glared at one another for a moment before looking my way. "I'm sure we can get the train back on rails if you let us see what the problem is."
"I'm sure you're wonderful mechanics, but the answer's going to remain no."
They proceeded to stare at me like I was a crazy person. Two hot naked chicks were standing in front of me and I was telling them no. I must have been mildly insane, and I could see it being especially so from their perspective.
How many guys had they run that little gimmick on in the past? I couldn't see most guys turning that down, it was every teenager's wet dream.
"But... but, you're the Train. We want to ride the Train. Choo-choo?" Abby-I-Guess said, looking incredibly depressed at me not jumping dick-first into their pussies.
"Sorry, I'm sure you'll find someone to play your game with. You can pretend it's me." Opening the door behind me, I slid out, not wanting to deal with any further attempts at seduction from them.
Honestly, I should have stayed. I should have fucked my problems away. Help distract me from what I couldn't have. Yet, I knew I would only half-ass it. There's no way I would successfully live up to the legend they had built me up as if I was thinking about some other chick the entire time.
I guess I wasn't that different from those girls, though. I was stubborn as fuck. When I wanted something, it was going to take a lot more than a single no to keep me from it.
Back to the original plan. Where I knew of her address and was going to use it as soon as I finished with my classes for the day. So what if classes had been done for a few hours? A girl like her didn't go out to party every night. A girl like her chilled at home and enjoyed the simpler things.
She could enjoy me right at home too. I delivered the goods, and I didn't even need to be tipped.
15
Stephanie
Stephanie
* * *
My apartment was something I was grateful for. My parents, apparently getting used to not having me lurk around the house, helped contribute to me getting on my feet out of college. Being that in the few days I did stay at home, I was awake all night hearing them fuck, I wasn't going to turn down the charity.
The place was hardly majestic, but I was making it home. A cheapo comfortable couch, a nice little TV, and a full-sized bed. I even had some cinnamon incense burning to make the place feel and smell really cozy. I was really an adult in an adult place doing adult things.
Taking in a breath, I remembered the incredibly adult things I did on the couch the night before and how much I enjoyed being an adult then.
Quickly, I mentally slapped myself. Wallowing in nostalgia about it wasn't going to help me to move on. I really didn't need to be thinking about Trevor in any situation that wasn't him being my student.
I was chilling on the couch, my little netbook on my lap, going through my usual routine, but inevitably shifting back toward business.
My work didn't end just because I left the building. I still had a lot to do, and I was learning that teaching was sort of a twenty-four/seven job.
E-mails. More and more e-mails. From Hatch, from other people at the school about certain events I had to contribute to. If I thought my job was just going to be about education, I've never been more wrong.
I focused on the more immediate problems. Professor Hatch on what Trevor needed to catch up on in order to get him out of my hair. Apparently he was evoking some obscure regulation that will let Trevor retake his midterm, with his final also coming up.
That was a hell of a combo for Trevor to deal with.
My eyes were glazing over looking at the laptop screen though. Maybe I needed to eat something first. Coffee, no matter how much sugar is dumped on top of it, doesn't qualify as a meal.
I moved toward the kitchen and removed a can of soup from the cabinet. It was then I heard the chime of my doorbell.
My eyebrow raised. I really didn't know who would be dropping by my place unannounced. Emma would talk my ear off as she drove over, and it was well past my parents' bedtime. Or at least when they went into their room and did things I really don't want to think about.
I tiptoed over to the door. I tried to look through and apparently the eye-hole was painted over. I guess I should have a word with the landlord about that.
Aaronsville wasn't exactly a bad town, so I wasn't too worried about it being some sort of random thug trying to break in by being as considerate as possible and using the doorbell. Still, I wasn't going to be stupid and fling the door wide open. There was a chain deadbolt, and I used it to crack the door to see who it was
.
Then I immediately slammed the door in his face.
Trevor.
"Stephanie? Can you let me in? I'm not here to like, rob you or anything."
"Stephanie isn't home right now," I said, putting bass in my voice in the least convincing deception ever. I was an adult, really, I was.
"Really? You're going to be like that?"
"You shouldn't be here, Trevor. You can't be visiting your professors after hours."
He kept shouting from behind the door. "I'm not here to visit my professor, I'm here to visit you."
"I'm your professor! Or sort of. Assistant professor." I didn't really know how the hierarchy really worked, but the fact of the matter was I was faculty, and he was a student, and I was outright told that was a huge no-no.
"I want to apologize for this morning. I didn't mean to take off on you, I just had to run with the time. I thought I would come by later and explain myself, and..."
"Trevor, stop. No. You're not coming in." I didn't want to risk what would happen if I was alone with him in a private situation. Not again.
"Come on, babe."
"I'm not your babe."
He was silent for a moment, yet I could hear his utterances of frustration. I had to wonder if I was waiting for someone to pop out of their apartment to yell at us to keep it down, but so far, no one bit.
"What, is it that I tried to hit on you instead of letting you tutor me?"
"No, it's..."
"I get it. I understand. You have a job to do. You want me to succeed. It looks good on you if you do. All right."
"It's not just that, Trevor." I slumped my back to the door, sliding down to my ass as I spoke to him through it. I guess to some people it would be rude to talk to someone like this, but it really was for my own protection. "We just have to pretend last night never happened. I'm on a probationary period as a new hire. If they find out I slept with you, even if I plead innocence and obliviousness, it isn't going to go over well. Please, just forget about anything that happened. This morning was the first time we met."
There was another long, uncomfortable silence.
"Okay then. If that's how you want it to be, that's how it'll be."
I pulled myself to my feet, turned the doorknob, and looked to face him face to face to see if he truly meant it.
He was already gone though. Not even a sign that he had been right outside my door.
I slumped back down. Had I finally dodged that bullet? Had I convinced him?
Yet if I succeeded, I wondered why there were tears in my eyes?
16
Trevor
Trevor
* * *
No one would ever understand the sheer discipline I really had.
Sitting in that seat, watching her walk in, that skirt that led into those long, luscious legs of hers. The way her blouse accentuated her chest's curves, with my knowledge of what was really underneath driving me batty. The way she had her hair tied back, like she was fully into the whole schoolmarm role-play thing for a porno or something.
Fuck, she was the only porno I ever needed. The way I was resisting rushing the front desk, bending her over it, and fucking her silly. Goddamn, no one would really understand how hard it really was for me.
Or how hard I was already.
She slammed her things down on the desk. Her determination was loud and clear, the fire in her eyes as she looked my way.
It wasn't a look of wanting to fuck me, unfortunately. She was too much of a damned professional. "Are you ready to actually learn, Trevor, or are you just here to ogle me again?"
Why was she acting like last night didn't happen? Was she seriously worried someone was going to catch wind of our little tryst? "Can't it be both?"
She grunted, and picked up her little accordion folder again, ready to storm out that door.
"Whoa, whoa," I bolted up, chasing after her. "Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
Stephanie stopped, turning to face me. "Do you really mean that?"
"Really, I do." I sighed. "I'm here to learn, babe... er, Ms. Casey. I want to do what I need to get back onto the field. You're here to help me, and I need that help."
That was the first time I saw a smile on her face since I left her apartment with her sweetly sleeping away.
I meant every word of it. God, did I. I knew it was tough for me. I jacked off this morning before I came in, because I thought maybe that would get my mind off doing wonderful, terrible things to her.
It didn't really help. I would have to conquer my libido through sheer force of will.
Stephanie walked back to the desk, and opened her things again. I went back to my seat, and tried to focus on listening intently to her – as an educator, and not the object of my desires.
I told her I would try. I would try to forget. I was a gigantic liar, because it wasn't something I was going to forget. It wasn't something I could forget.
"Right. Professor Hatch has filled me in on what needs to be done. The biggest thing dragging down your grade is that you completely failed to show up for your midterm. Like, at all. Doing a make-up exam would be all you need to get your GPA up past the 2.0 needed for him to allow you to resume your extracurricular activities. Which means your football."
"Jesus, 2.0? Am I doing that shitty?"
"A 2.0 is about a C. No one expects you to be valedictorian. The chance at that probably waved bye-bye to you long ago."
I had an ego. Yeah, one the size of feeding into the whole train theme I had going. I was seriously being deflated by all of this. I coasted through high school. I got Bs just without barely even trying, paying enough attention to put two and two together and get the work done.
No one likes being basically called an idiot like I was. It didn't matter that I had the skills and the looks, otherwise. I didn't want the world to think of me as nothing more than a dumbass jock.
I didn't want Stephanie to think of me as nothing more than a dumbass jock.
"Your major, if you even remember," she continued, "was in medieval literature. Maybe you should think about studying the influence of Chaucer and how it reflected social values of the time?"
"Chaucer?" I shook my head. Maybe I was as dumb as they thought I was. I thought medieval literature would be about dragons and shit, or at least badass stuff like Beowulf or something like that. Nope. Not a whole lot of badassery, and even fewer dragons. Sure, it was an excuse major so I could play football, but damn, some people would kill to have the chance I had.
"Yeah, Chaucer. The whole foundation of English literature? You know, that guy who wrote in English and basically codified the language we're speaking?"
My head was resting on my hand. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was really difficult when she was right there. She was talking nerdy to me, but I think I was getting to the point where Stephanie could read a phone book and I'd be turned on by it.
"Have you even read Chaucer, Trevor?"
I nodded. "I'm familiar with it. So what, you want me to compare it and offer an insight on how it reflected contemporary social norms, especially on class conflict and the role of religion in everyday life?"
She stared at me blankly. "Did... did you just say all that?"
"Yeah, what?"
"I'm sorry, I just thought you just had no clue at all about any of this."
I smirked. "What, do you just assume you know everything about me, Steph? Oh I'm sorry, Ms. Casey? That you know exactly who I am after sleeping with me once? That I'm nothing more than some brain-dead football player?"
She was turning beet red as I went on. "Well, um... yeah."
"There's a whole world you don't know about me." Like how I really felt about her. Fuck. I knew she thought I was just some horny idiot. "Besides, after our last conversation, I hit the books myself. Studied up. Didn't know exactly what I needed, but just gave myself a general refresher."
"You, of all people, actually studied?"
"Oh my god, right? I s
tudied." I broke out into a laugh.
It finally broke her super serious demeanor too.
"Well, then," she sighed, her smile fading yet still there, "teaching you won't be like pulling teeth. You know, like I expected it to be.
"Teach me, teacher. Show me what I need to know. Make me a gigantic fucking nerd."
"Well, you're gigantic, but I don't know if I would ever really call you a nerd."
"Let me go get a pocket protector. Some thick glasses. Maybe go for the more modern look and get a fedora too."
I wanted to keep her laughing. Yet all the same, I understood that there was more to all of this than flirting. My change of heart wasn't to get to Stephanie alone. I was going to succeed. I was going to get back out onto the field, I was going to be the badass player I could be. I was going to be signed, and be a sports sensation, someone to be envied by millions, and give my mother everything she deserved.
Then, I was going to make Stephanie love me.
I wasn't going to accept any other outcome.
17
Stephanie
Stephanie
* * *
I really didn't expect for him to pull his shit together. He was engaging me in discussing literature of the period, showing that he could actually learn this stuff. Discussion was a huge part of learning for some. You have to know a subject to effectively argue it, and Trevor was showing that he knew what he was doing, and I was wondering if there was anything that really stopped him from good grades other than his own apathy.
Of course, simply showing that he knew things wasn't enough to solve all the problems that we had.
He was still Trevor, still the Train. Still one giant hunk of sexy man.
"What, so just because some chick in a lake hands him a sword, that's meant to be proof he's the rightful leader?" He was staring down a passage discussing a certain legend.