by Sarah Stein
She tried kissing me again, but I turned away. I wanted to fuck and get it over with. No more kissing. I turned her around, lifted the shirt off her smooth, creamy skin, and slid her skirt down her petite legs. She was sexy as fuck, especially naked. Not sexier than the red head. My mind kept throwing me off, but I continued with my ministrations.
“Yes,” she taunted before moving downward and getting into the position to suck me off.
“No. Not that,” I said, changing her path.
I wanted a swift fuck. If she continued stroking my body, I wouldn’t want any more. My mind kept telling me my body didn’t want this, but my cock clearly wanted this girl. I chose to listen to my body and bent the girl over. I swiped my finger along her labia to make sure she was wet before aligning my cock with her pussy. But I didn’t shove inside; instead, I leaned over and dialed a Lyft. This girl had to leave my apartment. I couldn’t do it, couldn’t get lost in the throes of passion with her because I wanted to do it with someone far out of my reach.
“But…,” she said, grabbing her clothes and dressing.
I was a total asshole, pushing her out of my house as fast as I possibly could. I couldn’t even explain to her what was wrong, hell I didn’t even know what was wrong. I needed her gone, that was all. But the moment she exited my place I didn’t feel any better. My cock was still hard, hard enough to hammer a nail, and my body was coated in sweat from the earlier escapades of dancing with the red-head beauty.
That’s all I needed to get off. I thought about the soft strands of her red locks against my body and slid off the condom before thrusting my cock into my hand, fast. I didn’t care if I wasn’t gentle enough. I needed to get off. This was the only way.
This was what I did. I was flawed. I could’ve taken the other woman to my bed, but instead fucked my hand as if I was taking advantage of some bimbo. I yelped as I continued to thrust my cock into my hand, not caring how rough I was. I wanted so bad to take home the red-head beauty but screwed myself with the other woman. Now, I was stuck pleasuring myself because it was not who I wanted. I grunted into the immense room; my body twitching uncontrollably as I thrust one final time and ejaculated.
Right away, I felt something I’ve never felt before – shitty. The last time I felt that way was when I’d cheated on Elodie with one of my students. I felt remorse and wanted to do anything to have her forgive me. There was no one to forgive me, so why did I feel this way? I’d gotten laid numerous times since the divorce. What made this time any different? It’s not like I actually slept with the girl.
What the fuck had I done? I had a plan. I knew what I was getting into tonight, and I followed through, well, partially. I didn’t complete the fuckery, but I did invite the woman into my home. The only thing that had changed was meeting up with the red-headed woman from the college. And boy, did she leave her mark.
I had to clear my head, so I jumped in the shower before I headed off into dreamland. It was no surprise what awaited me there… my mysterious stranger.
Chapter Eight
Sophie
All weekend I was worried about running into Mister Professor but to no avail. I was anxious over nothing. Apparently, we didn’t run in the same circles, and that was totally fine by me. When I finally relaxed a bit, I actually had a good Monday. Most Mondays, I stayed home from the daycare as it was my day off. Since it was the weekday, I had a habit of doing most of my errands on Mondays.
It was around noon when my cell rang. “Hello, this is Sophie.”
“Hi, Sophie. It’s Dan. I hope you didn’t forget about us already,” he chuckled on the other end, “I hope you had a great weekend. I wanted to see if you were able to come in, let’s say, two pm on Tuesday afternoon. We’d like to offer you the job position. That is if you’re still interested.”
I cut him off, saying, “Yes. Yes. I’ll be there.” I gushed in excitement. Even though I had a slight glimmer of hope of getting the job, I was still in awe to be offered the position.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. We’ll need to sign some papers as well as give you the grand tour. You’ll end up meeting some of your fellow co-workers if they’re not lecturing at the time,” Dan said.
“Of course. This time I’ll make it a habit not to be late. I look forward to seeing you again Tuesday at two pm,” I reiterated, making sure it was the right date and time.
After the last occasion, I had to present myself much better by being on time. My body shook with pent-up anticipation. Finally, I had a chance at my dream job. All I had to do was call the daycare and put in my two weeks. They already told me they’d work with my professor schedule so I can continue the final two weeks there. I wasn’t known to leave a job hanging and didn’t like it when co-workers did it to me.
“That’s correct. See you tomorrow,” Dan replied.
The phone disconnected, and soon I was dialing Tryke’s Daycare. It rang twice before a softly spoken woman answered. I knew it was Trina right away just by the southern drawl.
“Hey, Trina. How’re the babies?” I greeted. I really did care about the babies and wanted to know if they were fussy today.
“Hey, girl,” Trina gushed, “They’re great, as usual. One day, Sophie, I’m going to have my own. You wait and see.”
I chuckled, “Now, Trina. You know you need to get laid in order to procreate, right?”
That woman cracked me up all the time. She loved babies and always says she’ll have one eventually. The problem was Trina didn’t have a social life, so she didn’t get out often. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her talk about dating at all, we talked about quite a bit in the long amount of time we worked together.
“I know, I know. You’ll be surprised one day when I call you up and say, Sophie, I found the one,” Trina replied, chuckling as well. “Until then, I’ll love on these babies here. They need some attention with their parents needing to work and all.”
“I know how you feel. I don’t see myself with a baby anytime soon, but I do enjoy spending my days with them. This is why it’ll be so hard to leave.” I added.
“So, you got the job!” Trina exclaimed; her voice louder than I’ve ever heard it.
“Just got offered the position about two minutes ago. It’s a dream come true. You know that,” I said, “I’m calling to go ahead and put in my two weeks. When I come that way tomorrow, I’ll have my resignation in hand as well. I’ll be in earlier than usual since I have to be at the college by two pm. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No. I don’t mind. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow. You go, girl,” Trina said, the enthusiasm unmistakable.
Wistful, I hung up the phone. It would be hard for the next two weeks. I’d miss everyone, the babies and my co-workers. The only thing keeping me afloat was knowing this path was what I’d followed my whole life. If I didn’t stay on it, I’d never be truly happy. Trina and the others were sweethearts. We have been through a lot, and without their support, I would have had a difficult time getting where I am today.
I shook myself from the thoughts of leaving my job and got dressed. I slipped into a black shirt that read ‘Music is for Lovers’ and a pair of cutoff jeans with strappy sandals. I had errands to run and didn’t want to waste any more time, considering I’d be busy in the coming weeks with two jobs on my hands. Once done, I fetched my keys and left the house on foot.
The only time I hailed a cab or scheduled a Lyft was when I traveled a long distance. The sun shined bright as a light breeze ruffled the trees nearby. It was a beautiful day to take a walk, and I wanted to soak it up before being cooped up inside. I hit the bank, paid a few bills, and then headed to the clothing store for some fresh merchandise for the new position. Once I was done, I ended up at the small park on Park Avenue. Most kids were in school, so the only ones playing on the grounds were the younger ones that didn’t go to the daycare.
I walked the area twice, lugging the bags of clothes and basking in the glow of the rece
nt job opportunity. But then it hit me, I jolted to a halt. With the new position came a whole fresh wave of co-workers. One Professor, in particular, had been on my mind since last night. How could I forget about him in such a short time? Oh, right - the job offer. I literally stopped worrying over running into him, and now I get the news I’ll be working in the same building as him.
It was a small hiccup. I’m pretty sure I could handle working with a guy I’d practically humped and kissed on the dance floor. What girl wouldn’t be able to manage? Me, that’s who. I had to stay far away from the guy. To top it off, I didn’t even know his name. What girl dry-humped a guy in front of a group of people and didn’t get his name first.
I had issues, serious freaking issues. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the floral scent of the flowers to the left of me. The sweet smell of Jasmine calmed the jitters I’d started to get. Another thought occurred to me when I’d calmed somewhat. What if he didn’t even remember me?
We were both inebriated. I remember him, but there could be a small possibility he wasn’t paying attention to who I was. After all, I could’ve been some random bimbo on the dancefloor trying to hook up. In some bizarre sense, I stuck to that conclusion. The professor couldn’t have remembered me. I wasn’t the rememberable kind of person. Lies, all lies, I thought fleetingly.
Finishing up my walk, I shifted the bags from one arm to the next and headed back toward home, but then stopped short. I could use a manicure and pedicure. When was the last time I’d splurged on something so unnecessary? Decision made; I waltzed into the closest nail salon and took advantage of the only girl time I’ve had in quite some time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t all girl time as my mind continued to stray toward the Professor, and those soft, succulent lips.
Chapter Nine
Tobias
Passion – it consumes you. It’s the drive and enthusiasm to do something you can’t help but do. That’s what art was to me, my passion. Half the time, I didn’t realize how engrossed I was when drawing until someone interrupted me. It didn’t irritate me per se, but I didn’t like being messed with when I was focused on my art. It was unfortunate because half of the time one of my students ended up messing with my passion. It was a good thing I enjoyed teaching as well.
“Yes, Nolan,” I chimed, slightly annoyed the student wasn’t working on the project I’d given the class at the moment.
“Sir,” Nolan said, “I need to leave the class, but I wanted to turn in my end of year assignment before I do.”
“Why so soon,” I questioned, flipping through the notepad he’d handed me.
Nolan reddened, seemingly uncomfortable to reveal the reason he was turning the assignment in, “I can’t disclose it for personal reasons.”
I wasn’t concerned. Most of my students turned in their assignments earlier than usual. This was no different. The thing that made me question him was because he seemed a little off. If it were personal reasons, I wouldn’t press the issue.
“Okay. Go on. I’ll have this graded when I receive the rest of the assignments by the end of the week,” I said, my lips upturned as to relieve his uncomfortable state.
It was Tuesday and the day was already quickly going by with a few classes left. Each one typically lasted about an hour to an hour and a half depending on what we were working on. As I said, it’s a passion, and I’m stoked to be able to teach others who have the same desire.
“Class is over, guys. Grab your things and go,” I joked, walking behind the group of students beelining for the door, “Remember, you have ten minutes of free time, and then off to the next class if you have one scheduled. Otherwise, have a great afternoon. Oh, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
I usually left off with that statement. It wasn’t like the students knew the sinful shit I got into, so I figured it was safe to say it. Some of them chuckled while the others didn’t get the chance to hear the joke. They’d left the classroom so quickly; I wasn’t even sure who didn’t stay behind. Most of my students were eighteen and above with a select few who graduated high school early and decided to take on college sooner rather than later.
I squinted my eyes, noticing two heads trying to pass through the doorway, fighting the flow of students. I grunted inwardly, good luck with that. Once I said, ‘class over,’ there’s no changing their mind. It was like a swarm of bees coming at you. The two trying to get by just had to ride out the wave passing their way.
Waiting patiently, I leaned my rear end against the desk. We only had ten minutes between classes to get shit done, and now my time would be taken up. I hoped it was worth it. Finally, the crowd lessened, and I noticed HR walking through my door with a woman trailing him. My heart hammered fiercely. It was her, the woman I’d seen on two occasions now. Let’s be honest; that’s not what I was thinking about. I thought about taking her soft lips between my teeth and licking until she opened for my tongue.
The only reason Dan would be in my classroom was to introduce someone new to the staff. It was rare when Dan visited anyone’s classroom. If there were ever an issue, we’d be the ones to sit in his office dealing with the situation.
I averted my eyes, allowing them to assess Dan, before saying, “Dan, how’s it going?” and then shook his hand.
He grasped my hand firmly and replied, “Not bad. Not bad at all. I came in to introduce you to the newest staff member.”
Dan stepped back and gestured to the red-headed stranger. It had been days, and this unknown woman still took my breath away. What was it about her that screamed, take me and ravish me? Not only that, I got a crazy feeling about her, one that screamed protection. I didn’t understand these feelings. Fuck, I’ve never had that with anyone, not even my ex-wife.
“This is Sophie. She’s the newest Music Education Professor,” Dan introduced, “Sophie, meet our Art Professor, Tobias.”
I would do anything to touch her, so I held out my hand waiting for her to grasp it. She left me hanging for a moment. I thought for sure she wouldn’t take my hand in hers. Sophie’s blue eyes widened, and her breath hitched. I bet she didn’t expect to meet me. It did things to my body, knowing I’d caused her to be off-guard.
I wanted Dan out of my room pronto, and Sophie splayed out in front of me as if an offering to the Heavens. I wanted to taste her again, to strip her bare and have my sinful way with her. Dan cleared his throat and ripped me out of my thoughts as I continued to stare blatantly at Sophie. Such a pretty name for a gorgeous, sexy woman. I had to have her. I vowed to do whatever I had to do to get this woman to kiss me again.
She finally extended her hand, allowing me to envelop the tiny thing in my own. Her skin was smooth and just as fair as I remembered, not that I could ever forget touching her for the first time. She blushed, obviously uncomfortable as she shifted from one front to the other. I found it quite adoring. The tingles from her touch traveled all over my body, making me want to embrace her and see if it would ever stop.
I hesitantly parted, removing my hand from hers and said, “Hi, Sophie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I couldn’t help it. My voice purred as I repeated her name out loud.
Sophie openly shivered and said, “Hello, Tobias.”
That’s it. No sweet talk and no other words were said. She didn’t even ask me what I taught or how long I’ve worked here - Nothing, nada, zip. I was confused once again. Now that I know why she was in the building the first time around; it ended my previous confusion. I wasn’t jealous or expecting her to meet any other dude on campus. My mind was confused for a whole other reason. Why did she seem distant, even though she was visibly attracted to me? Her pulse beat rapidly between her neck, and she repeatedly rubbed her palms on her black slacks.
Did she not like my touch? Or did she like it too much and wasn’t sure how to handle it? Women were always so damn confusing to me. I needed to break the ice.
“I can take you off of Dan’s hands here in an hour and give you the full-on guided tour of the
complex if you’d like. There’s quite a bit to see,” I offered, holding my breath for a second before it quickly deflated.
“Um, no thanks. I’ll allow Dan to show me the ropes,” Sophie replied, too quickly for my taste, “See you around.”
That was it. She didn’t say another word to me. Sophie shut my ass down without giving me the chance to try. Maybe I did come onto her too strong at the club, or perhaps she didn’t remember me at all. No, she had to have remembered me. Her eyes got humongous as soon as Dan introduced her to me. So, then what in the hell was her problem?
I watched Sophie turn to Dan and say, “I’m ready to meet the other Professors. Do you think they’re still on break? I know you mentioned the free time only lasted about ten minutes.”
“We’ll get to meet one more Professor for now, later I’ll introduce you to a few more if they’re still in the building. Come, let’s take a walk. I’d like to show you to your classroom.”
“That’s sounds great. When do you get the roster for the students attending my class?” Sophie questioned, never once looking my way. Though she still fidgeted. It was as if she couldn’t wait to get out of my classroom.
“I’ll send you that tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll have a few students. I need you to be prepared, so we have a lot of work to accomplish today,” Dan firmly stated.
They waved on their way out of my classroom but continued their conversation about Sophie’s upcoming schedule. I wanted to know her agenda; to know when I’ll be able to see her beautiful smile light up as it did when Dan spoke to her. What did I have to do to get that sort of reaction from Sophie? I was doomed before I even started.
Not a minute after Dan and Sophie left, my next set of students entered. I shrugged off the introduction with Sophie and threw myself into my passion once again. If I couldn’t get her attention yet, I’d have to focus on something else – art.