The Summer of Consent

by Jayne Marlowe

  Nevertheless, the whole incident spawned a legend that was used to torture freshmen to this day about the tarantula that escaped to lay her eggs. Those eggs were never found, and every now and then, the odd tarantula may find its way inside some unsuspecting student’s locker, or heaven forbid, their backpack.

  Fortunately, Terry the Tarantula was a male.

  She sat down and got back to work.

  “Hey, Gloria?”

  She looked up from her typing to see Nate using the door as a support as he leaned halfway inside.

  “I’m gonna need your help out here with the enzyme experiment. Could you get the meat from the cooler? I got the hydrochloric acid out here.” He turned to leave but suddenly turned back again. “Oh, and I suggest you put on my spare lab coat and wear some goggles. It may get a bit messy out here.”

  He flashed her his trademark, heart melting, lopsided smile and was out the door again.

  She saved her work and put the computer to sleep. She remembered this experiment. It involved taking some raw meat and subjecting it to various types of acid, but she also remembered how some students didn’t know how to act around raw meat, and she wasn’t about to allow any meat or blood onto her clothes.

  “The one time I wear the only blouse I have that must be dry cleaned,” she mumbled.

  She opened her desk drawer and rummaged in her purse until she found her comb and a few hair clips. If she had to wear eye protection, she may as well pin up her hair to keep it from getting in the way too.

  Next she went to the coat rack and put on the spare lab coat and immediately inhaled. It smelled of him; his scent with just a touch of bleach. It was divine. She couldn’t resist rubbing her arms, feeling the thick cotton blend rub against her body. She was wearing his clothing!

  The coat was a bit long, surprisingly roomy, but tight across her chest. She figured it was more of a one-size fits all number rather than made to measure, and doubted many scientists carried a pair of 36DDs.

  It took her a few minutes, but she got the trays of meat and opened the office door. Nate was writing something else on the chalkboard, but he heard the door open.

  “Class, let me introduce you to my lovely assistant, Gloria.”

  Being called his “lovely assistant” totally took her off guard as did all eyes in the classroom zooming in on her. So she did what any lovely assistant would do in front of an audience.

  She curtseyed.

  Nate was writing instructions on the chalkboard when the office door opened, but he continued to write as he said, “Class, let me to introduce you to my lovely assistant, Gloria.”

  When he did look up—he did a double-take at the sight of Gloria in his extra lab coat. Because of the cut of her blouse and the length of her skirt, the lab coat made it appear like she didn’t have on any clothes beneath the coat, which draped over her body just enough to indicate her hourglass figure. Her loosely pinned hair and thick eye protection goggles turned her into the sexiest lab assistant he’d seen since—ever.

  Add that and the way the coat stretched tight across her chest, and Nate could feel the beginnings of a situation arise in his pants.

  “Uh—ah, Gloria will help portion out the materials over by the hamster cages.”

  Quickly, he turned back to the chalkboard and tried to resume writing, but that didn’t stop him from watching her walk to the other side of the classroom and appreciating how her high heels made her wiggle a little when she walked.

  Focus on what you’re doing, for fuck sake!

  He took a few long, deep breaths, exhaling through his nose, willing his budding hard-on to disappear.

  Luckily, the twenty students in his class followed Gloria to the designated area and were not witness to his discomfort, but unluckily his hard-on was being stubborn, so he made the few quick strides to his left and escaped to the sanctuary of his office.

  He went straight to the back of the shelving units where he was obscured by the contents of the shelves. There, he took several more calming breaths. He even opened the deep freeze to let the cool air surround him and whip his senses back in shape.

  Why was she affecting him this way? He wasn’t desperate for sex—hard-on notwithstanding, and although he could appreciate the attractiveness of girls her age, he’d never been tempted to or interested in pursuing such a thing. He wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship. Not with Jill or anyone else.

  He just wanted to focus on his career right now. So what was it about Gloria? He suspected that, on the one hand, now he knew of her past, he felt sorry for her and wanted to protect her. But on the other hand, there was no denying her allure and her maturity beneath her inexperience.

  By the time he left the office, Gloria was surrounded by students, picking up small trays of ground beef and putting on latex gloves. She looked up, saw him, and grinned.

  He grinned in return and started to make his way over to her.

  “Things going on well in here?”

  He stopped and turned to see Jill standing just inside the classroom threshold. She, too, wore a lab coat, but her slacks were a dead giveaway to her being fully clothed underneath. He gave her a weak smile.

  “Hi, Jill. Yep. Things going just fine. How’s your group?”

  “In the middle of a pop quiz.” She smirked. “Can’t learn the periodic table fast enough in chemistry, you know.” She scanned the room until her gaze finally rested on Gloria with the rest of the class.

  “Must be nice having a lab assistant.”

  “It is,” he said teasingly, giving her a wink. “You should get one.”

  “Hmm...well. Maybe.” She sniffed. “Anyway, I’ll see you at five tomorrow, yeah?”

  “No, actually, I meant to tell you.” He folded his arms across his chest and took a step closer. “I got a deadline with my publisher and need to turn in some pages by Saturday morning. I’m going to be working late.”

  Jill sighed, frowning. “That’s OK. Don’t want to miss that.” She looked over at Gloria. “Will she be working late with you?”

  Nate followed her line of vision and took in Gloria, all smiles as she got the last of the students their supplies.

  “Most likely.” Side glance back to Jill. “Why?”

  “No reason.” She shrugged. “See you later.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew she had other friends. Why couldn’t she hang with them? It was barely two weeks into the summer session and Jill Oliver was already on his nerves. At this rate, he’d bite her head off sooner rather than later.

  At least, now that classes have started, they didn’t have time to go anywhere but to the cafeteria for lunch. Still, he needed to put some distance between them and his textbook was the perfect excuse.

  But he was no fool. He could see the beginnings of a cold war starting between Jill and Gloria and suspected he was the cause. He wasn’t about to use that to suit his own ends. Nevertheless, his attraction to Gloria was growing. He looked down at his crotch.

  In more ways than one.

  Gloria had to admit: she enjoyed helping out in class yesterday. It was the first time in a biology class that she knew more than those around her, and considering that they were ninth graders, they naturally assumed she was some experienced, worldly adult even though she was only a handful of years older.

  Plus, it added variety to the job. Even though she loved having Nate’s smooth-as-honey voice play in her ears all day, it was nice to take a break from typing.

  “I’m glad you don’t mind staying late today, Gloria,” Nate said while printing off yet another set of manuscript pages.

  “Not a problem,” she said as she ran a spell check over her work. “All I was going to do was catch up on watching Game of Thrones.”

  “On a Friday night? Come on, now, Gloria. You and your friends must go out on a Friday night.”

  She shook her head. She wasn’t about to tell him that the only “friends” she really had was Brittany Taylor and a few kids from the deb
ate team, and every single one of them went their separate ways as soon as the school year ended.

  “Well, your boyfriend, then.”

  This time she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, but she stopped herself.

  “Forgive me for being nosy, Gloria, but surely you have a boyfriend.”

  She looked up at him without raising her head. “What do you mean by ‘surely?’”

  “I dunno.” He shrugged. “Why not? You’re smart, attractive–” She stifled another giggle. “I’m being serious, Gloria.”

  This time she raised her head and looked at him. He was being serious. No smile in his voice or eyes or nothing. She swallowed, suddenly tongue tied.

  “What do you do to relax?” he asked.

  She looked away. “I have my ways...” She gave her keyboard a secretive smile.

  “Ah, you’re hiding something from me. I knew it. You do have a boyfriend somewhere, don’t you?”

  She shook her head.

  “OK, well then tell me what you do to relax when you’re not watching Game of Thrones?”

  “I...meditate,” she lied.

  “Do you really?” That sparked an interest in him. “What kind of meditation? Transcendental? Kundalini?”

  Her mouth went dry. Kunda-what? She didn’t expect him to be an expert on the subject. She couldn’t tell him, I lie in my bed and work my pussy with my butterfly vibrator until I come so hard I nearly herniate myself. In fact, I’m wearing it now!

  “No, nothing like that. I...I just lie in my bed...and will myself to relax. I think of things.”

  “Ahh.” He nodded. “Visualization.”

  “Yes...visualization.”

  The abrupt and obnoxious beeping coming from the printer broke into what was becoming an awkward conversation for her.

  “Oh, hell, don’t do this to me now,” he grumbled.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m out of toner. Is there a cartridge on the shelf back there?”

  She got up to check. “The cupboard—or shelf, rather—is bare.”

  “Damn it. I got to get all of this printed. Listen, I’m going to run to Staples. Shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes. Want me to get you anything while I’m out?”

  “No thanks. But knowing you, you probably will anyway.” She gave him a teasing look.

  “Maybes aye, maybes naw—as me Scottish granddad would say.”

  She laughed at the accent he put on. He sounded just like Groundskeeper Willie. Nate got his wallet and cell phone from his desk.

  “I’ll close the classroom door. See you in a few.” He winked at her and breezed out the door.

  She collapsed against her chair. Oh, she was getting out of control with this. Whatever made her think she could joke and tease with a grown man—especially Nate who was sexy as fuck? But damn if things hadn’t been getting more friendly and suggestive all week; ever since last Friday when he took her home.

  She even worked up the nerve to start wearing her vibrator to work and giving her wazoo a workout during lunch. If a dog was a man’s best friend, AA batteries were hers.

  She got up and stretched and immediately felt the butterfly rub against her clit and inner walls. It made her weak in the knees, and the only thing for it was to lie down. Gloria crossed the office and made herself comfortable on the sofa. She stretched out, facing the office door, and rested her head on the armrest. It was firm, but not too firm to be totally uncomfortable.

  Since it was late on Friday afternoon, there were no classes, no students, and any faculty and staff still around would be in the process of leaving. Fortunately, Jill Oliver poked her annoying big head in an hour before saying she was leaving for the day, and unless Gloria was reading her wrong, Jill made it sound as though she had plans for the evening. Plans involving another man.

  “Yeah, right. She’s probably going to have dinner eating Wheat Thins and tofu while jilling off to Sherlock. Ha! Jill jilling off.”

  But who was she to cast shade? At least Jill Oliver had been with a man at least once in her life while Gloria was still a virgin having to make do with a sex toy and a vivid imagination.

  She kept the controls of the vibrator discreetly tucked into the waistband of her skirt where the fit was snug enough to keep it in place without being a nuisance. It didn’t take much for her to reach under her blouse and turn on her toy.

  “Mmmm...,” she moaned as her little butterfly of bliss came to life. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift back to last Friday and those final moments when she was about to leave his car. She could feel his hands, firm and warm, on her hip trying to remove her seat belt. Feel his gaze caress her cleavage before meeting her eyes.

  Gloria let her right leg move off the couch and rested her foot on the floor. She then put one arm behind her head while stroking her breast with her free hand. Soon, the “butterfly effect” took hold of her. She was moist within seconds.

  A noise outside made her sit bolt upright. She waited for someone to come in, but no one did. Then she remembered that Nate had closed the classroom door, more or less signalling to anyone still around that he was gone.

  She lay back down, closed her eyes, and picked up where she left off. There was still plenty of time for her to rub out a quick one and be back at her desk before Nate returned. To that end, she lifted her skirt so that her bare bottom could feel the rough tweed-like material of the couch.

  Her self-grip stockings (another birthday gift from Robyn) made for easy access and her body tingled at the sensation.

  “Ahhh....”

  Reaching into her waistband, she notched up the vibrator speed. She relaxed, thinking of how it would be for Nate to be between her legs. If this is what he called “visualization,” she could understand why people did it to relax.

  She imagined his lips down there instead of her butterfly, his lips, his tongue, his teeth...even his hair...down there...licking, nibbling...sucking....

  She never knew that her vivid imagination could be so intense that it could be like she was actually feeling it. She let this visualization of Nate going down on her continue and transport her out of the office, out of her body, and into euphoric oblivion.

  “Oooh!” The thought of it made her reach down to move her vibrator aside so she could take over.

  Instead, her hand encountered something else.

  Nate’s head.

  “Oh, dear Jesus!” she cried out, both breathless and shocked.

  She never heard him come in! But there he was, his face buried between her legs and his lips, his tongue, his teeth...even his hair...were really down there...licking, nibbling...sucking....

  “Jesus!” she repeated, her shock quickly fading to acceptance and need.

  Finally, after dreaming for months of being able to do so, Gloria raked her fingers through Nate’s sandy blonde hair, and it was silkier than she ever imagined it could be. Her action gave him the incentive to grasp her by her hips and pull her closer, his face going deeper into her crotch.

  He murmured something right then, but she couldn’t make out what he said.

  “W-w-what did you say?” She raised herself up onto her elbows.

  He moaned and lifted his head. His face had a dreamy cast to it, and his eyes also looked distant, hypnotized for a moment before they focused in on her, and that’s when she knew that he was totally present in the moment.

  “I’m sorry, Gloria. I—”

  Gloria sat up, leaned over, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply, wasting no time inserting her tongue into his mouth. When he responded in kind, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled until he was on top of her and lying between her legs. The kiss ended, leaving them gasping for air. Nate pushed himself up and she looked in his eyes. They were so blue they were almost black from his dilated pupils.

  “I’m not sorry,” she said, her voice thick and husky. Her hands slid down the front of his chest and started unbuttoning buttons, feeling his smooth, firm skin an
d trailing down. He was most definitely fit, as she’d always assumed he would be. She smiled when he started doing the same thing with her blouse. He groaned when he exposed her bra and what it contained behind its silk-and-wire confines. He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled deep. He did this several times and the sensations it caused Gloria made her stomach quiver and her eyes flutter. He trailed kisses down her chest and stomach, alternating between kissing her flesh and inhaling deep, taking in her scent.

  “Your scent,” he said with a growl against her stomach, “I swear I could just eat you alive.”

  “Please do,” she said and spread her legs wider, “you were doing an excellent job a minute ago.”

  “You think?” he asked, winking at her. “But first, let’s get rid of this.”

  He lifted her hips and helped her shimmy out of her butterfly vibrator and took the control wand out of her waistband. With that done, he resumed his position between her legs.

  “Do you remember your sex ed, Gloria? What do we call this?” His hands stroked the outside of her pussy, stroking the soft, slightly damp hair.

  “Mmm...mmm!” She trembled, her head pushing back into the armrest.

  “Close,” he corrected. “Mons pubis.” He proceeded to rub his face against her, inhaling her. “Next question. What’s this?” His tongue traced a long trail from the left side of her pussy walls and to the right—and back again.

  “Aaaah!”

  “No, not the Aaah. The labia majora. And this?” He repeated the process, this time licking her inner walls. “This is the labia minora. Here’s an easy one for you. What’s this?”

  Nate’s lips went around the tiny nub and gently sucked on it, making her spasm and wet. He moaned and drank her in.

  “Shit!” she cried.

  “Almost, Gloria. It’s the clit—or the clitoris, if you want to be technical.”

  Then she felt his finger trace around the edges of her sex and gently move toward her center. His finger was warm, but slightly calloused as it swirled around her opening.

  “Hymen,” he said pensively, more to himself than to her. “Vagina...”