by Lauren Wood
“I can’t breathe and I don’t care.”
“Damian, I want you to know that you have taught me more than just journalism. I don’t know what your intentions are. I know that I would like to be with you, but we’ll have to sneak around until after this class ends.” I hadn’t done that when I was younger and I had a feeling that I was missing out on something.
“I think that I can handle leaving a light on for you.” I kissed her lips and then I looked up to see my colleague standing at the door with his mouth wide open. I thought that he was going to blow the whistle, but he smiled and walked away with that same whistle mocking me.
I’d found my calling and something quite unexpected along the way. Teaching had given me the opportunity to give back to the community. It also led me to the beauty of youth wrapped up in an old soul.
THE END
FILTHY PROFESSOR
BOOK – 2
Blurb
I was never one for commitment.
She’s young and looking for something…I want to give her lessons in anatomy.
June looks innocent….I want to see if it’s true.
I see her looking at me.
I want to try something different. I want something unique and unspoiled.
June is special. She makes me think naughty things.
She thinks I’m doing her a favor. The favor will be hers.
I’ve always wanted to revisit my youth. She is waking a predator inside.
Blaine is charismatic. He is sweet and delicious looking. He’s also older.
With one look and I am powerless. I need to get his attention.
Rita did this to me. I have to finish what she started.
Blaine can have any woman. He thinks I’m experienced. Looks can be deceiving.
His large cock is my weakness. I want to be filled for the first time.
I don’t need after hour help. Not in the way he thinks.
Opening his eyes won’t be hard. His cock will be hard enough to give me what I want.
He wants me. I can see it. It will be on my terms.
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Chapter One
June
“I can’t believe this. I’ve been playing this game for too long. None of them have any idea and you have to go ahead and change everything.” Rita was sitting there with a grin on her face. I wasn’t stupid and it was quite obvious what happened.
“It might be time for you to stop playing the game. I can tell you from personal experience life can be unpredictable. You never know what is around the corner and what you’re going to bump into at a moment’s notice.” She hadn’t come out and said it, but I knew that she was itching to. I just didn’t know if I wanted all the details.
I had agreed to meet with her in the coffee shop hoping that a public forum would prevent her from getting into the meat of the matter.
“Damian is nothing like the little boys trying to get into our pants. I’m not saying anything that you don’t already know. It goes without saying that men of his years have the experience where it’s needed the most.” She had been sneaking around and she felt no remorse for doing something that would ruin his career if it ever got out.
I was wearing the ensemble of somebody going to tennis lessons with the prerequisite little skirt and white sweater. My mother’s idea to attract a man was to get into a position of where he had to teach.
“I really don’t want to hear this. I was the one who convinced you to go for it and I really didn’t think that you would have gone through with it. When you dangle a piece of candy in front of someone long enough they will snatch it from your hand.” It was early Saturday morning and I was on my way to see my instructor.
“I’m not one to kiss and tell. I will say youth has nothing over experience. Do yourself a favor and stop thinking about it and just do it. You won’t know what you’re missing until you try.” Rita was the only one who had any idea about my status. I let people believe that I was promiscuous.
They saw the way I dressed, flirted shamelessly and heard the words coming out of my mouth. It wasn’t hard to put on an act. Pretending had become as easy as breathing. I almost believed it myself.
“You do make a convincing case and there’s no doubt you have changed. I just hope one day you don’t regret your decision.” I wasn’t going to mention the elephant in the room. It seemed cruel and unusual to pull the rug out from underneath her.
“The only thing I regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. We don’t take the risk of being seen in his neighborhood and I certainly don’t invite him around for Sunday dinner with the family.” I could see the appeal of having something that was strictly for your own amusement and pleasure.
“I really have to get going and I appreciate your insight.” I had been thinking about the same thing and there was one in particular who had always caught my eye. I could look at him in a certain way and he would turn to prevent me from seeing the way that he was reacting.
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but being a good friend means that I will give you my unbiased opinion. I’m not foolish to think that this is forever. I’m also not going to say that I have any plans to leave him. I just hope that he feels the same way.” We finished our tea and I wasn’t looking forward to how Benjamin was going to be touching me inappropriately on the court.
“I’m not going to be around very much longer. Remember, I’m just here for a visit and what happens in that time is not something that I’m going to bring with me. I’ll leave him with a memory. I have to choose very carefully.” She had been whispering into my ear about Blaine. Matchmaking wasn’t her strong suit, but I couldn’t dispute her taste in men. He was the one name on my lips during moments of sweet surrender by my hand.
“You’ve never been one for commitment and that’s something that you have in common with Blaine. I doubt very seriously that he would have any reason to push you aside. Take in one of his classes and I think that you’ll agree with my assessment. I’ll bring you with me as a guest and you can take it from there.” The idea was intriguing and the last time I had seen Blaine was a few years ago in passing.
I never told anybody including Rita my fascination with his elbow patches. The idea of doing anything back then would have been asking for trouble. He lived near my parents and I went by his house every day walking home from school. He had a pool in back and I had snuck a peek from time to time to make all sorts of hormones go crazy.
I had to wonder if things would change after the deed was done. What happened to my friend was changing the landscape of my love life. I hated dating with a passion. It drove me crazy to listen to them mindlessly chatter about things I just didn’t care about. Cars and past relationships were the only things that we had in common about.
“I might not be ready for anything long term, but I’m not going to jump the next man to come along with a kind word. Just because it worked for you doesn’t mean that it’s going to work for me.” She waved her hands in the air like she was surrendering and shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that I could walk away from what could possibly be a sure thing.
“There’s no reason to get defensive and believe me I know how it feels to be pent up sexually. You have no idea how good it feels until you have somebody who knows what they’re doing.” Somebody was eavesdropping on our conversation and it was a little rude.
I knew that her name was Juliet and her parents were best friends with mine. We had lost contact for awhile but she seemed rather interested in our conversation. She kept looking up with this look of utter astonishment on her face.
“I wasn’t getting defensive and you’re not the same inexperienced little girl I remember. We’ve been trying for quite some time to find a reason to give it up. Losing it only happens once. I certainly don’t want some clumsy fool manhandling the girls. They need a gentle touch and not somebody trying to tune in a radio station.” I heard the unmistakable snicker of a feminine voice behind me.
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�I never thought that it would change me, but it really has given me a new perspective. He doesn’t mind that I explore sometimes for an hour just to see what I can do to get a rise out of him. He likes to be surprised. I have no problem climbing into the shower with him when I hear it running in the bathroom. We go out of our way to go someplace private away from prying eyes.” She wasn’t exactly shy about giving me more to think about.
I was having a bit of fun at Juliet’s expense and she just seemed rather uncomfortable about the topic of conversation. I couldn’t swear by it, but looking at her was almost like looking at my reflection in the mirror emotionally speaking.
“I really thought that I would be the first one out of the two of us and it does make me a little bit jealous. I can’t help that. It does put a fire under me to try something outside of my comfort zone.” The one man constantly flashing in my mind the last few years was Blaine. His body swimming nude in his pool had been burned into my memory for all time.
He had an athletic background and he never fell into the bad habit of eating fatty foods. It wasn’t uncommon to see him jogging in the neighborhood putting all the young housewives on notice. I didn’t have any proof, but I swore that my mother may have taken him up on the offer. They were rather friendly and their body language was crying out for more than just idle conversation.
I never questioned her about it and it didn’t seem like it was any of my business. My parents were never happy together. They showed their distaste with quiet contemplation. It must’ve been the reason why my father stayed away working tirelessly in the office. It was the only way that he could get away from her nagging him incessantly.
“I’ve learned the hard way that there’s no time like the present. Life goes by too quickly and you never know when an opportunity like this is going to come around again. Do yourself a favor and enjoy the pleasures of what a man can give you. Don’t settle for second best.” I was usually one to give her advice, but it appeared that the tables had been turned.
“I’m late…” her mouth went wide in shock and it dawned on me that those two words had a very interesting underlying meaning. “I’m late for my lesson.” She made a sigh of relief and she wasn’t the only one. “There’s no way that I can be pregnant when I haven’t even been with a man.” I got up and stopped on purpose in front of Juliet.
“I didn’t mean to be listening.” I’d heard through the family grapevine that she was about to embark on a wonderful journey to Cairo. I was never much for travel, but I could see the appeal of doing something exciting.
“It wasn’t like that we were being very quiet about it. I heard about Cairo and I’m sure that you’re counting down the days. Archaeology has always been your fascination and it’s no wonder you gravitate to those undiscovered treasures. Just don’t get caught up in your profession not to enjoy what’s around you.” I left her thinking about life in general. I had a pit stop and it had been quite some time since I’d seen him in the buff.
Chapter two
Blaine
I had no problem showing off my body to anybody within my gravity. It had been some time since I had shared my bed with any one. I wasn’t all that particular, but taking someone home to what I considered my personal haven away from everything was going to take someone special.
Getting up at the crack of dawn with a fence around my property was a good way to shed some layers. It had been a couple of months and one of my colleagues couldn’t stop talking about a certain little vixen. He was quite vocal and explicit about the way that he felt like he was returning to his youth.
“I just can’t begin to tell you what it’s like. You have no idea how much time you have wasted on women our age. We might have a little more in common concerning music and movies, but there’s nothing better than having sex with a young and impressionable woman.” Damian was sitting at the edge of the pool wearing a pair of shorts leaving little to the imagination.
The sun was shining and there was the smell of liquor in the air. I was having the hair of the dog. Jumping back on the bandwagon wasn’t that difficult. A couple of beers for an early morning cocktail were a good way to open up the lines of communication.
“I’m not even sure that we should be talking about this and you never know who might be listening.” I didn’t hold my neighbors in high esteem and tried to keep to myself as much as possible. I had never had much use for socializing unless it was going to garner a one night stand.
“Relax and there’s no reason for you to be worried about anything. You have tenure and it doesn’t look like they can take that away from you without just cause. Just remind yourself that you are doing this for yourself. Take the precaution of keeping things platonic in public. It’s what happens behind closed doors which will blow your mind.” He wasn’t subtle and he didn’t mind speaking like we were back in the locker room.
“I can’t say that temptation hasn’t been there. I just don’t want to make the mistake of getting into an awkward situation. It would be something if I wasn’t going to see them again after the deed was done.” Those girls undressing me with their eyes would no doubt have a problem keeping their mouths shut.
“I do understand and your livelihood is at stake. I’m enjoying the ride and I would really appreciate that you don’t throw cold water on my parade. I’m having fun for the first time in a long time with a woman that is willing to think outside the box. She’s very amenable to trying new things in and out of the bedroom.” I didn’t want to admit that his recollection of his reignited sex life was making me anxious to find something on the side of my own in the same age bracket.
“It’s not just biting the hand that feeds me, but also has more to do with clingy women who don’t know when to leave in the morning. Older women become nesters and become attached at the hip.” The one thing I appalled the most of all was that conversation in the morning after reality set in.
“These are the best years of our lives and the younger generation can teach us a thing or two. I find myself struggling between what is right and wrong. I surrender to the moment and I love to lie next to the nubile body in a post aftermath orgasmic glee.” The proposition of being with someone 20 years younger was giving my libido a charge of adrenaline.
“I don’t need you to browbeat me to death about this, Damian. Most girls are insecure and are looking for that daddy figure. I don’t mind them screaming that word in bed, but after that it becomes tedious. I just want something to taste before I make it a permanent diet.” I had to wait until he left and then I was going to drop the pretense of my swimming shorts around my ankles.
There was nothing more freeing than swimming naked in a warm pool with the water surrounding my body from every angle. It was also the risk of getting caught with my pants down. I fantasized about the possibility of some housewife finding me and not being able to prevent herself from coming through those doors looking for some kind of satisfaction.
I remembered one such instance and there was a young and impressionable girl from the neighborhood. She couldn’t have been more blatant about her intentions. Touching her would have meant going to a certain place where I couldn’t drop the soap. It didn’t mean that I couldn’t show her what I had. I was pretending to not notice the way that her attention would be drawn to a certain part of my anatomy.
“Blaine, you have everything going for you and you have always been my hero. I’ve tried in vain to mimic your lavish lifestyle and willingness to throw your body at just about anyone with two legs. It seems like it would get boring after a while and this need to take a break from the game will become necessary.” There were moments where I had to take a breather. Taking matters into my own hands wasn’t the same. It felt good, but it was a pale comparison to the real thing.
“I always seem to gravitate to those women who are starting a new chapter in their lives. I don’t want to cast stones at glass houses. I don’t have any ill will to those women who need something more than their husbands can give them. We show a
modicum of discretion.” I did enjoy sitting around and talking to the guys about my love life. The stories were about their wives and they would have no idea how I could easily have them wrapped around my little finger. I never mentioned names.
“A new chapter is one thing, but using you as a boy toy has to leave a bad taste in your mouth.” Damian was obviously trying to refrain from calling me a gigolo. I wasn’t being paid for my services. I had one who wanted to, but it made me feel dirty in desperate need of a shower.
“I don’t mean to shuffle you out the door, but I really do need to get in my 100 laps. You know that I always get naked for those. I’m surprised you showed up at this time of the morning. I can understand why you would want to brag and I would probably do the same thing in your shoes.” He was just as quick to go out the door and I barely had the latch closed on the fence before I was stripping down to absolutely nothing.
I looked over the fence and I saw a familiar sight hiding in the bushes. I probably wouldn’t have seen her except that she was wearing a very bright red skirt. I hadn’t seen her in quite some time and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what her name was.
It was already making things rise to the surface and I was quite surprised by my reaction to a voyeur. This was a peeping Jane and I wanted to make it worth her time and effort to come here.
“I’m going to take a swim in the nude and you are welcome to watch. I don’t mind an audience. If you’re feeling particularly bold then you can come in and sit down to enjoy the show.” My voice was only loud enough for her to hear me, but I wasn’t sure that she had the courage to step over that invisible line.
I dove into the deepest side and made sure to emerge soaking wet. I always did like what I looked like after a shower. My dark hair would be slicked back and my body would emphasize the discipline it took to put my body through the paces. It was worth it to see the results and even more so to give girls the idea that I was approachable.