by Blythe Reid
“I’ll be right back,” Alec said after we’d eaten. “I’m getting dessert.”
He disappeared into the kitchen and Beth and I were alone at the table. She glanced at me. The silence was awkward.
“I’m glad you came,” Beth said after a moment. I blinked at her, unsure if I’d heard her right. I was sure she hated me.
“Thank you,” I said.
She nodded. “I don’t like making room for people in this house – it’s always been me and my dad. But he’s happy, and that’s a big deal. He never thinks about himself even though he tries to look all big. So… I guess this is not so bad.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had been convinced Beth hated my guts, and here she wasn’t only being nice, she was saying things that meant something to me. She was being a little grown up, deciding to move over to let someone else in.
“I appreciate that Beth,” I said.
She nodded, not making eye-contact.
Alec returned with ice cream and chocolate sauce. Beth’s face lit up, and she sat up like a child, waiting for her dessert. She was still toeing the line, not sure when she was going to be a little older and when she would fall back and be a little girl again. It was a tough time; I got that. I would let the poor girl off the hook for being difficult sometimes.
I was glad I hadn’t acted out on Saturday and said horrible things to her after how she’d treated me. Being an adult went both ways.
Her phone pinged, and she glanced at Alec. “Can I get that?” she asked. “It might be Marci.”
Alec nodded, and Beth pulled her phone out of her pocket. She typed on the screen before she nodded.
“It’s Marci. Her dad will be here in ten minutes. Is that okay?”
“As long as you guys are back by nine I’m happy, sweetheart. Go, get your stuff.”
Beth got up and skipped into the house. I looked at Alec.
“She’s going to the library with a friend. John is picking her up and bringing her back again.” He reached across the table for my hand, stroking the back with his fingertips. “That means we’ll be alone for two whole hours.”
The way he looked at me made me shiver. I knew what he was saying, and my nerve endings were suddenly on fire. Need ran through my body.
Ten minutes later, the car arrived as promised and after kissing Alec on the cheek, Beth was out the door. The dad waved at Alec from the car, opening the door for Beth and then they were gone.
Alec closed the door again and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I gasped when he pushed me up against the wall next to the door. He kissed me, pinning me with his hip and the thick length of flesh in his pants told me exactly what he’d had in mind for our two hours alone time.
Alec wasted no time pushing his hands under my shirt and pulling down the cups of my bra. His hands were on my breasts, kneading, massaging. My nipples were hard against his palms.
“I want you in my room, now,” he growled against my lips. Alec took my hand and led me to his bedroom before I could answer. It didn’t matter – the answer was yes.
When we were in the room, he pulled my shirt off. He picked me up, walked me over to the bed and dropped me on the mattress. I yelped. He undid my pants and pulled them off. He was so demanding it was a hell of a turn on. I wanted him to fuck me.
“On your knees,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I was stark naked, and he was still dressed. He undid his pants while I kneeled before him and pulled out his cock, thick and hard, the tip already wet. I opened my mouth, and he pushed into my mouth. I took in the length of him, working my way down his shaft until his tip pushed down my throat. He pushed his hands into my hair and held my head in place, bucking his hips so that he slid in and out. He fucked my mouth, and I’d imagined this scenario so many times I was soaking wet.
Alec pulled back, suddenly, gasping. “That’s enough,” he said in a breathy voice. “Get up and bend over the bed.”
I did as he asked. I was trembling with desire, ready to do anything he wanted. He had been so demanding, so dominating. It was more than I could ever have hoped for. When I fantasized about Alec, this was what we would be doing. I had never thought it would come true.
With my hands on the bed and ass pointing at Alec, he grabbed my hips with his hands, his fingers digging into my skin. He was in control, and I liked it. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I was dripping wet. When his tip pushed against my entrance, I held my breath in anticipation. He slid into me, and I cried out as he split me open. His dick was slick, hard, sliding in and out of me. I cried out as he fucked me, hammering into me harder and harder.
Alec slid his hand up my back, and I shivered. He gripped my hair and pulled it back so that my back was arched, pushing my breasts out and he held me in place. He fucked me harder, still, pounding into me, and I cried out with every stroke, moaning loudly.
This was so much better than the first time. I’d heard that. The first time had been good but this… this was fucking fantastic.
It didn’t take long before my first orgasm shattered through my body. I convulsed, my legs trembling, struggling to hold up my body. Alec let go of my hair so I could drop my head and I shuddered, feeling my body clamp down around him. He groaned as he pumped into me.
When he pulled out, I whimpered. I was raw already, sensitive.
“Turn around,” he commanded, using his hands on my hips to help flip me over. I laid on my back, and my thighs fell open for him. Alec crawled between my legs and pushed into me without ceremony. I cried out again, and he didn’t start slowly and work his way up. He pumped into me hard from the get-go, and it was delicious, just this side of pain and the kind of rough I needed.
I orgasmed another time. It rocked through my body, and I was left limp and panting afterward. When I came again, Alec asked for another position change, and I was on top of him. I rode him. I fucked him as hard as I could, bucking my hips back and forth, my breasts swinging in Alec’s face. He reached for them and squeezed them.
My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and I rubbed myself up into a frenzy while I fucked him, pushing for another orgasm. It came hard and fast, and I collapsed on his chest, convulsing and shuddering. Alec wrapped his arms around my body and fucked me from beneath, hammering into me while I orgasmed. I prolonged it, stretched it out until all I knew was what we were doing, our bodies colliding.
Alec shoved himself deep inside me, and he came, too, releasing. He groaned in my ear, and we lay in a pile of limbs, gasping and breathing hard, riding the orgasm out, melding together until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
10
Alec
I was on my way to class early when I saw Isobel, leaning against the wall outside her own class. She was deep in thought, clutching books to her chest. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her dark hair framed her face, her body was slender and flashbacks to last night flooded my mind. I remembered her naked and bent over in front of me, her ass a gift from the gods.
Like a stalker, I stood a few feet away from her and just watched her. Everything about her was mesmerizing.
Finally, I walked toward her, and she saw me. She smiled when she did, her face changing.
“Good morning,” I said. “You doing okay?”
She nodded. “More than okay.”
I put my hands into my pocket and rocked back and forth on my feet. “I wanted to thank you,” I said.
“For what?” She asked.
“For trying so hard with Beth,” I said. “It means a lot to me.”
Isobel nodded. “Any time,” she said. She smiled at me, and it was dazzling. Her eyes were a bright evergreen, her lips perfectly kissable and I leaned in toward her. She hesitated, but let me kiss her. I put my hand on her hip, touching her as much as I dared. My tongue slid into her mouth, and she tasted like good memories and familiarity, like a chance to try again when I hadn’t allowed myself that before.
I got lost in her. Everything about her mad
e me feel alive. The last time I had felt this way about a woman, it had been with Liz. I wasn’t trying to convince myself that I was in love with Isobel, but I recognized the feelings.
When I broke the kiss, Isobel’s cheeks were flushed, and she was smiling. She looked a little shy; I liked it that way. She surprised me every time.
Someone cleared a throat behind me, and I turned around. One of my students stared at me, and I knew that he had seen us. His eyes were dark with a question on his face.
Shit.
“Terence,” I said, but he turned around and walked away. He wasn’t going to discuss this with me.
We were in trouble.
“I have to go,” I said to Isobel. Her face had changed, too. How much trouble would we be in?
I walked to class and arrived in time for it to start. My students filed in one by one, Terence arriving last. I was suddenly paranoid. Had he been to see someone? Why was he late? Of course, students were late all the time, and he was still in time for the beginning of the class.
There was nothing I could do about it other than teach my class. So, I stood in front of the class, going through the lesson. I was struggling to concentrate. I was scared that this would come back to bite me in the ass. I glanced at Terence, but he didn’t make eye contact. Did he usually pay attention in my class? Did he usually stare at me when he wasn’t staring at me now? I wasn’t even sure.
All my classes were the same length, but today it felt like it was carrying on forever. I didn’t have enough study material to cover the class, and I tried to fill in the gaps with exercises that didn’t make sense and didn’t help. The class was getting irritated, and so was I. It was awkward and strained. Or maybe, it was just because I felt like I had been caught. But, what is it they say about doing the wrong thing? If you were going to break the rules, you had to be willing to suffer the consequences.
The problem was, I hadn’t considered the consequences. Everything about Isobel had been distracting; everything had been something that I wanted. I hadn’t thought as far as considering that I might have to lose something in return.
Finally, the class ended and my students left in the same trickle they had arrived. I was left alone in the lecture hall, turning the events before class over and over in my mind. It was going to be okay, right?
I didn’t have any other classes, so I decided to go home. Spending time in my office where I would torture myself with what had happened would only make things worse. I packed my bag with the papers I still needed to grade, locked my office and walked through the corridors toward the parking lot.
“Alec,” someone called me from the side, and I turned to see Harry Nicholson. He was the Dean of the Psychology Department, a stocky man that looked like he didn’t put up with any shit. “In my office, please,” he said. I swallowed. He called me in a couple of times before, and I’d never been in trouble. It would be fine, I told myself. This would probably just be a routine check-in, like before.
Nicholson’s office was raw and uninviting. He had only what he used in the office, and nothing more, not even photos of friends and family. There was no plant in the corner, nothing but blinds in front of the window, nothing to make you feel at ease. Or maybe, it was his stern expression that made me feel nervous.
“How are things going?” He asked. I sat down on the chair opposite him and nodded.
“Can’t complain,” I said. “Midterms are coming up and its always a crunch,” I said.
Nicholson nodded. “Good, good. I wanted to talk to you about one of your students.”
I waited for him to keep talking. I wasn’t going to ask. If I answered like something was wrong, it would just show that I knew something was wrong. I would carry on like I wasn’t assuming.
“There is no easy way to say this, Alec,” Nicholson said. “I heard something that is of some concern to me.”
I nodded. I knew what this was about. Terence had run away and told on me like a primary school kid. I guessed I couldn’t blame him.
“You want to tell me if this is true?” Nicholson asked.
“If you tell me what you heard, I can tell you what happened.” Sometimes, the easiest thing was to act like I didn’t know what was going on. That way, I couldn’t talk myself into a corner.
“There is an allegation that you are having an affair with one of your students,” Nicholson said.
Blood drained from my face even though this was what I had expected. A hollow feeling opened in my chest, and it filled very quickly with regret. Could what I had with Isobel be classified as an affair? How much could I say without digging myself a grave?
“The woman in question is a teacher’s assistant,” I said, starting with the simple things. Maybe, if I pointed out who she was, it would seem less intense.
Nicholson shook his head. “You know as well as I do what the consequences of something like this can be,” he said. “We’re looking at a suspension, Alec. I would hate to lose a good professor like you. But, rules are rules…”
I nodded, pursing my lips together. There was nothing I could say in my defense. It would be unfair to assume that they would give me a lighter punishment when there were other professors and teachers that did worse things.
“I will open an investigation on this, Alec,” Nicholson said. “We have to get to the bottom of this, and maybe a student was exaggerating. I’m not sure if I should take your silence as a confession of sorts, or confidence that this is just a rumor.”
I was surprised that he was willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. Maybe that was because I had given a lot of years to this university, sticking to the rules, doing what I did best. Maybe it was those years I was sacrificing, now. What was it they said about hindsight?
“Once I have a bit more information from the parties involved, I will call you in again, and we can see where we go from there.”
This was a ray of sunshine. It gave me a bit of time to see if there was something I could do about it. It wasn’t like I could threaten Terence, telling him to withdraw his accusation, but maybe there was something I could do.
“Thank you, Mr. Nicholson,” I said, standing up and extending my hand to shake his. He took my hand in his. He was just doing his job; it was a pity that a man as willing to root for me as he was would have to find out that what he had heard was true.
11
Isobel
My classes didn’t start until later, so I took the time to sleep in a bit, catch up on the time I had lost. I had to admit, some of the time I had laid awake at night I had been worrying about our relationship and what we were going to do now that we had been caught. When Alec had told me that the kid in the corridor had run to the Dean of the Psychology Department, I had been sure the relationship would be over. Before we had ended the conversation on the phone, Alec had assured me that we could get around this, but I wasn’t so sure.
I got into the shower, washing my hair before I got ready to go to class. I still had a bit of time to kill, when I got a text. It was from Beth.
Please, help me.
My blood ran cold. I dialed her number and pressed my phone against my ear. She answered on the first ring, sounding hysterical.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I… I’m so sorry to bother you… I think my period started.”
I relaxed immediately. This was not life-and-death. All she needed was someone to be a mother to her, and she had reached out to me.
“Where are you, school?”
“No… I should be, but when that happened, I freaked. I’ll send you a location.”
I hung up, grabbed my handbag and jumped in the car. My phone beeped with a GPS location coming through. I turned my car in the direction she had sent me.
When I arrived, Beth was in the bathroom of a rundown diner. Of all the places to come to… But I understood that she was panicking about it. I couldn’t imagine what it had to be like to go through something like this without a mother. Mine had been there with me, h
elping me when I had started my period, hugging me in congratulating me on becoming a woman.
“Beth?” I asked, walking into the ladies’ room. “It’s Isobel, honey.”
“I’m in here,” she said from one of the stalls and unlocked it for me. I pushed the door open carefully. Beth sat on the toilet, pants around her ankles, face streaked with tears.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it.” I kneeled in front of her and found a pad in my handbag. I showed her how to open it, putting it on her panties, making sure that it wouldn’t move. When we were finished, I turned around so Beth could finish up. When I heard the toilet flush, Beth cleared her throat. I turned around.
“Thank you,” she said without making eye contact.
“Of course, anytime,” I said. “Us girls have to stick together through these things.”
Beth looked at me for the first time, her eyes a little more trusting, now. She had her father’s eyes I realized. Gray like a cloudy sky, full of emotion.
“I skipped school,” Beth said, scratching her head. “I don’t know what to do now.”
I shook my head. “How about, I go with you back to school and explain to your principal what happened?”
“Isn’t that weird?” Beth asked.
I shook my head. “She’s a woman, right? She’ll understand. We’ve all been through this.”
She thought about it for a minute before she nodded. “Okay,” she said, hesitantly.
We walked to my car, and Beth got into the passenger seat, doing up her seatbelt. I drove the short distance back to school and walked into the building with her. We stopped at the Principal’s office where I explained to the woman, an elderly grandmother type, what had happened. She was very understanding, promising that Beth would not be punished for this, provided it didn’t happen again. Beth agreed, apologizing for handling it wrong before she went back to class. I stayed behind in the Principal’s office.
