by Mia Ford
"For what?" She called after me but I didn't answer. It had stopped raining but the ground was still wet as I hurried down the hill to campus, hoping that I hadn't kept Richard waiting too long. On my way to the dining hall, a deep voice called my name. It was Professor Moore. I ignored him and tried to keep walking but he caught up with me and grabbed me by the arm, steering me into one of the academic buildings. He didn't let me go until we were inside an empty classroom with the door closed.
"We need to talk," he told me.
"You need to be talking to your wife, not me," I said.
"How did you get those pictures?" He demanded.
"Does it matter?! Will it change the fact that she cheated on you?" I snapped. Professor Moore looked pained and I felt guilty for hurting him like this, but now that my guard was up, it was going to be hard for it to go back down.
"We've already talked about divorce. I'm going to see my lawyer this week," he said it like it was supposed to make me feel better. "Dahlia please, look at me." I looked him in the eyes and saw his sincerity. "I love you," he said. Those three words were like a wrecking ball to my defenses.
"Don't say it if you don't mean it," I told him.
"I do mean it," he said. "And to show you that I'm serious, I got you something." He pulled a little black box out of his jacket pocket. When he opened it, there was a ring inside. It was rose gold with a cluster of pink diamonds arranged into a flower. The ring was beautiful, but I didn't understand what it meant.
"If you're not going to propose to me, please do not get down on one knee," I told him. He smiled and removed the ring from the box.
"This is a promise ring," he told me. He took my hand in his and slid the ring onto my finger. I loved how it looked, although I didn't want him to know it.
"A promise of what?" I asked him.
"A promise of forever. A promise that you are the only one to ever make my heart feel like this and that you are the only one who ever will. A promise that one day soon, you will be my wife," he told me. I fought a smile. This was all very convincing but I wasn't sure if I could trust him. Lots of married men make empty promises of divorces that never happen. I just didn't want to be naive.
"I don't know," I said. He took my other hand, holding them both. The ring looked beautiful on my hand.
"You don't have to. Not until I prove it to you and I will prove it to you," he said. Professor Moore pulled me to him and wrapped me in his embrace. I allowed myself to be held and eventually held him back, feeling the tension melt from within me.
"Don't let me down," I whispered through tears.
"I won't," he assured me as he stroked my hair. I could feel his dick hardening against me and I suppressed a smile. I liked how much I turned him on. Professor Moore's hands slid down my body as he moaned into my hair. I nuzzled his neck and then licked it.
"Not here. Someone might see us," he said, but his hands were under my skirt and panties, caressing my ass.
"Then where?" I asked. I wanted so badly to resist him but I couldn't. He was still married, I kept trying to remind myself, but to no avail. I needed him too desperately. I slowly dropped down myself to my knees, looking up at him as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard dick out of his pants.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a daze. I didn't answer him. Instead, I licked the tip of his dick. He shuddered and moaned. "We shouldn't." I begged to differ, and clearly, so did his dick. I wrapped my lips around his head, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue. Slowly, I slid more and more of him into my wet mouth until my nose was pushed up against his pelvis. Professor Moore was holding handfuls of my hair as he guided me back and forth. I stuffed him into my mouth until I gagged and he begged me to stop. A trail of drool connected my wet mouth to his dick as I pulled it all the way out only to shove it all the way back in. Professor Moore could barely stand and had to hold onto a desk to keep his balance.
"Oh my God," he moaned. I grabbed hold of his shaft with both my hands, loving the way my new ring looked as I stroked. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, as he lost control. His body shook and he closed his hands, raising his head to heaven as he came in my mouth. I didn't release his dick until he was finished, making sure that I swallowed every drop. When he had regained control of his body, he pulled me up to him and kissed me passionately. His dick was still hard and sucking it had made me wet. "I need to fuck you," he told me. I wanted to bring him back to my place, but it was too risky. What if Gemma was there? What if he recognized it from the pictures? I bit my lip as I thought. There was nowhere else to go.
"Let's go to my place," I finally suggested.
"Ok, I'll meet you there. Text me the address," he told me.
"Ok," I agreed. I turned to go, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into a kiss that made my heart beat quicken. All I could think about was him inside of me. "I love you," I told him before I could stop myself.
"I love you too," he told me.
I exited the classroom and then the building. What the fuck was I doing? This was crazy! I knew that this had the potential to backfire, but I didn't care. I took out my phone and text Professor Moore my address. After I pressed send, I heard someone call my name. It was Richard! He was leaving the dining hall and jogged over to catch up with me.
"Hey, what happened to us meeting up for lunch?" He asked me. I suddenly felt terrible for dragging him into my bullshit.
"Um sorry about that," I began trying to quickly think up an excuse. "I had to meet with my professor." Richard nodded understandingly.
"Well, what are you doing later?" He asked. I bit my lip uncertainly.
"Richard, I don't want to lead you on. I'm already seeing someone. I'm sorry," I told him. He looked crushed but simply nodded his head.
"It's cool. A pretty girl like you, I knew I couldn't have been your only admirer," he said. I smiled. Richard was really sweet. He deserved better.
"Well I'll see you in class," I said.
"See you."
I sighed as I started walking again. As I trekked up the hill home, I texted Gemma to find out where she was. When she texted me back saying that she was in the apartment I groaned. I was hoping she'd be gone. I entered the apartment building and then went up the steps to our floor. I tried to think of a way to get rid of Gemma as I unlocked the apartment door. When I walked in, she was putting on her jacket.
"Where are you going?" I asked her. She grinned at me.
"On a date," she said smugly. I looked dumbfounded.
"With who?" I demanded.
"With Sharon," she told me. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Gemma's eyes dropped down to my ring. Now it was her jaws turn to drop as she grabbed my hand to get a better look.
"Whoa! Who gave you this bad boy?" She asked.
"A friend," I answered vaguely. Gemma raised an eyebrow skeptically and put her hands on her hips.
"I'm your friend and I'm not buying you diamond rings," she pointed out. Before I could say anything else, her phone began ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the screen, smiling big when she saw who it was. She looked back up at me. "I've gotta go but we'll definitely talk about this later. Hello?" She said answering her phone and opening the door.
"Have fun on your date!" I called after her as she left. I pulled out my phone and called Professor Moore. "Where are you?" I demanded when he answered.
"I'm almost to your building," he answered. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was a close one. Luckily Professor Moore hadn't run into Gemma because that could've been disastrous. "I'm parking around the corner now," he said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Ok, I'm coming downstairs now," I told him. I left the apartment and ran down the stairs. When I opened the front door of the building and looked out, I saw Professor Moore walking toward me. I smiled and he smiled back. I held the door open for him and he followed me inside and up the stairs to my apartment. As we walked inside the apartment, I hoped that he wouldn't recognize anything from those pictures I had sent him. I grabbed
his hand and tried to pull him out of the living room as fast as I could but I couldn't stop him from looking around.
"Let's go to my room before my roommate gets back," I told him. He let me drag him into my bedroom and I shut the door behind us. When he started looking around my room, I blushed. "Sorry it's a mess in here, I wasn't expecting to have company," I told him. He smiled at me reassuringly and took off his jacket.
Professor Moore looked curious and that worried me. If curiosity killed the cat, I was the cat. I couldn't afford to have him looking around and looking too closely at things. I walked up to him and kissed him, pushing him down onto my bed and straddling him. I didn't waste any time pulling his dick out and moving my panties to the side. I was already wet so he just slid right in gasping as I sighed.
"Fuck," he said long and slow. I smiled and rode him just as slow, grinding my hips on him as he smacked my ass. I leaned forward and kissed him. Our tongues danced with our eyes locked. I felt like I was on a cloud. This was the first time we ever had sex in a bed. I bounced up and down on his dick making my ass jiggle. When he smacked it, I bit my lip and bounced faster. He was loving it. He let his head lean back into the pillows and I wrapped my hand around his neck, choking him. I leaned forward and licked his Adam's apple. Professor Moore grabbed me by the hips, pumping himself in and out of me harder and faster. I pulled my shirt off and then my bra, letting my breasts bounce to the beat. Professor Moore grabbed me around the neck and choked me while he spanked me. He slid his thumb in my mouth for me to suck as I began to come. I came hard and fast. As I came, he quickly flipped me over and took me from the back. Professor Moore pounded into me. I arched my back, throwing my ass back at him. He spanked me hard then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. The headboard was slapping the wall in rhythm with his strokes. We were loud, but I was still able to hear the front door open.
Gemma was back already?! I thought incredulously. And from the sound of it, she wasn't alone! My heart skipped a beat. I was barely aware of Professor Moore coming loud and hard inside of me. I laid down when he collapsed beside me. He was asleep on impact. I was barely breathing as I listened to every sound. I could hear Gemma and Sharon talking in the kitchen. My heart was pounding. Professor Moore started snoring softly beside me. All I could think was how crazy this all was. How did I possibly think that I could get away with this?! I was tired, but I wasn't stupid. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to my door, locking it. Just in case, I thought. Gemma never came into my room without knocking but I wasn't taking any chances. I returned to bed and lie on my stomach, trying to calm down. I listened for Gemma and Sharon and heard them go into Gemma's room. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I feared that I might have a heart attack and die. Soon I heard moaning. They were fucking! I laughed quietly to myself. This was fucking insane! I pulled the covers from under Professor Moore and covered us with them before snuggling up to him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight. I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that everything would be alright so that I could go to sleep. I slipped into a dreamless sleep. I didn't wake up until I felt Professor Moore moving beside me. I opened my eyes. He was sitting up at the end of the bed, reaching for his boxers. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I need to use the bathroom," he told me.
All I could say was, "oh." He put on his boxers and stood up. Then turned around to look at me.
"Is your roommate back?" He asked me. I nodded. "I'll be quick." I swallowed. My stomach started to hurt as he walked towards the locked door. "Which way is the bathroom?" He asked me. I pointed to the right. He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. He tried to open it, then realized it was locked. It took him a few moments to get it unlocked but he did.
"I love you!" I exclaimed before he left the room. He turned to look at me and smiled, then he walked over to the bed and kissed me.
"I love you too," He told. "I'll be right back." He opened the door and walked out, leaving it cracked behind him. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I laid back in the pillows and stared at the ceiling. Then I heard another door open. Gemma's! My eyes darted to my cracked door. I saw mother fucking Sharon walk past! I began having a mini panic attack. She knocked on the bathroom door. Professor Moore called out "just a minute!" She didn't walk back past. She must've been waiting in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I tried to come up with a plan for damage control but I was drawing a blank. I couldn't think. Every moment that passed, felt like a lifetime. I heard the bathroom door open and Professor Moore finally walked back into my room, closing the door behind him. Relief washed over me and I could finally breathe easy. This was exhausting. I sat up and looked at Professor Moore.
"I should probably get going," he told. I merely nodded. I simply didn't have the energy. While I watched him get dressed, I listened for Sharon. I heard the bathroom door open and close, then the door to Gemma's room opened and closed. I got out of bed and threw on an oversized t-shirt to walk Professor Moore out in. As I led him to the front door, he smacked my ass, making it jiggle and me giggle. I turned and kissed him goodbye. I just wanted him gone at this point!
"I love you," he told me.
"I love you too."
We hugged and he left. Nothing made me feel better than being able to close the door behind him! I turned around and leaned back against it closing my eyes. I needed another nap. As I stepped away from the door, I heard Gemma's door open and the sound of her and Sharon talking as they walked out. As they were entering the living room, there was a knock at the door. I froze as all the blood drained from my face. No. This wasn't happening. It wasn't him, it had to be someone else. Gemma and Sharon were now in the living room, fully dressed, ready to go.
"Hey Dahlia!" Sharon greeted me. I forced a smile.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked. There was a knock at the door a second time.
"Is there someone at the door?" Gemma asked me.
"Uh.." I turned to the door and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, it was Professor Moore standing on the other side. I cracked the door open just enough for me to slide through. "You have to go!" I muttered to him.
"I know, but I think that I left my wallet in your room," he told me. My mind was racing.
"I'll go find it and bring it out to you," I told him.
"Ok," he agreed. I exhaled. My heart couldn't take much more of this. Professor Moore was turning to leave when the front door opened, and there stood Sharon. My body turned to ice. They both looked at each other with disbelief and confusion.
"Marquise?"
"Sharon?"
"You guys know each other?" Gemma was now standing in the doorway.
"Yea, this is my husband," Sharon said, looking from Professor Moore to me, her expression changing.
"And you're the girl from the pictures," Professor Moore said looking at Gemma.
"What pictures?" Gemma asked.
"Marquise what are you doing here?" Sharon demanded still looking back and forth between Professor Moore and I.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He shot back. Sharon wasn't listening, she was staring at me. She looked down at my ring. She looked as though she wanted to sucker punch me.
"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Gemma shouted.
"You're fucking my wife!" Professor Moore shouted back. The situation was escalating out of control and I was finding it hard to believe. Everything was going dark. I put my hand on the wall to try and keep my balance. I was slipping. Everyone turned their attention to me.
"Dahlia!" Gemma and Professor Moore exclaimed simultaneously. The last thing I saw was Gemma and Professor Moore reaching for me and Sharon glaring at me.
When I came to, I was in my bed, but I wasn't alone. Gemma was sitting on the edge of my bed glaring at me. As soon as she saw that my eyes were open, she demanded, "what the fuck was that about?"
"What was what?" I asked weakly.
"Don't play
stupid with me Dahlia!" Gemma snapped. The way that she was looking at me was kind of scary.
"Well, what do you want to know?" I asked dryly. Gemma looked up at the ceiling and put her fingertips on her temples.
"I don't even know where to begin..so let's start there. At the beginning. How do you know Sharon's husband?"
"He's my Figure Drawing professor," I answered.
"Are you sleeping with him?" She asked.
"No," I answered with a straight face. Gemma stared at me long and hard with a look of disbelief and subtle hostility.
"Then what was he doing here?"
"Looking for his wife." With every answer, Gemma was getting more and more angry.
"How did he know that she was here?"
"I have no idea." Gemma looked as though she wanted to slap me.
"So who was the guy that was here earlier?" She asked.
"What guy?" Gemma's hands balled into fists.
"The one who was using the bathroom! The one who you were fucking when I came home with Sharon!" She screamed at me.
"Oh, that was Richard," I said nonchalantly. The way that the lies were just rolling off my tongue was unbelievable even to me. I almost wanted to laugh but I knew that Gemma might kill me.
"Richard gave you that ring?" She asked me. I nodded. Gemma narrowed her eyes into slits and brought her face close to mine. "I know that you're lying. I know that you are more involved than you are leading me to believe and I'm going to find out what's really going on," she said. Then she got up and left my room, slamming the door behind her. Gemma was scary, but I didn't think that she would find out anything and if she continued seeing Sharon, she would only make it easier for me to be with Professor Moore. Professor Moore! I grabbed my phone. He had texted, called, and left voicemails. I decided to read the text messages first. They read:
‘Are you ok?? What happened?’
‘I'm so sorry! Please forgive me?’
‘I hope that you are alright.’
‘Please, call me when you get these messages.’