by J. J. Bella
Then, I happened across some pictures of her on vacation at one beach or another. The album was long, and the more I clicked through it, the more aroused I found myself becoming. Roxanne was wearing nothing but a simple two-piece that left very little to the imagination. Her ample breasts, her sensual curves, her full, round ass- they were all on full display. I found myself thinking about the numerous sexual encounters that we'd had over the course of the semester, the images of her bare breasts bouncing as she rode me, the way her ass bounced as I fucked her from behind, how her face tightened into an expression of sensual agony as she came…it was all too much. I was well beyond the point of being able to get any work done.
I knew that Darla was away at a play date for the afternoon, and that Roxanne was likely at the library studying. So, I pulled my jeans down, took out my cock, and with the pictures of Roxanne on my computer, began to masturbate.
I worked my cock slowly at first, my eyes glued onto the curves of Roxanne's body, tracking up slowly to her breasts. I clicked through the images, keeping my orgasm at bay as I lusted over her.
Then, out of nowhere, footsteps sounded in the hallway, followed by the sound of the door to the office turning. Before I could react, the door opened.
"Hey," said Roxanne, stepping into the office, her eyes on a piece of paper in her hands. "I was looking over one of the ch-"
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide as she saw what she had walked in on.
"Umm, umm," she said, frozen in place.
I did nothing, still sitting there with my hard cock in my hand. I didn't know what to do- I was busted.
"Are you…?" she asked, her eyes tracking over to the computer, widened when she saw what was on the screen. "And that's…!"
"It's you," I said, deciding I might as well fess up.
To my surprise, she walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the desk, her eyes still on the screen.
"That's me when I was in West Palm Beach two years ago! You're….jerking off to that?"
"I couldn't help it," I said. "It's been…uh, well, hard having you here and trying to keep some distance."
"'Keep some distance'?" she asked. "That's what you've been trying to do?"
"I figured that it'd be a good idea to cool things down, what with the gossip and all."
"Well," she said, her eyes glued to my cock. "They're going to talk no matter what."
Then, to my shock, she reached down to my prick and wrapped her fingers around it. "If you're going to do the time, you might as well do the crime."
Pleasure shuddered through my body as she took hold of me.
"Good point," I said with a smile. "Besides, I'd rather have the real thing."
21
I don't know what came over me. As I sat there with Evan's cock in my hand I felt completely consumed by lust. I must've been the last few weeks of things being cool between us, but I was just about ready to pounce.
I stroked his cock at first, continuing the work that he'd begun. Getting down to my knees between his legs, I moved my fingers slowly up his shaft, letting the backs of my nails graze the length of his cock.
"Better when someone else does it, huh?" I asked, looking up at him.
"You have no idea," he said.
His cock was long enough that was able to wrap both hands around him, alternating moving them up and down, paying special attention to the ridge of his penis. I fell into a nice rhythm, stroking him steadily, taking pleasure in the feeling of how solid his prick felt. I mixed it up by taking his balls into my left hand, squeezing them gently as I worked his cock. Judging by the shudders of pleasure that ran through his body as I did so, I think I was doing something right.
Soon, however, I wanted more. I brought my face closer to his cock until my lips were only centimeters away. Then, after dragging my tongue slowly over my lips, I placed a firm, wet kiss on the head of his penis.
"Mmm," said Evan, leaning back in his chair, a sensual smile on his face.
"You want me to suck you?" I asked, my voice breathy.
"God, yes," he said.
I was happy to comply. Kissing his cock up and down, I darted my tongue out over him, licking him slowly. Once I had teased him enough, I positioned my head over him, opened my mouth, and took him into my mouth. It was difficult at first; his length was a lot for my mouth. But I soon loosened my throat, letting him slide back until he was fully in me.
Evan moaned deeply as I looked up at him with my mouth full of his cock. Slowly, I slid my lips over him until I was at the end of his cock. Forming a tight seal around the head of his prick, I licked him again, dragging my tongue over him, letting Evan enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth. After this, I began to bob up and down on him faster, the wet sounds of my lips on his cock filling the otherwise quiet study.
After a little while of this, I felt Evan's hand slip into my hair and gently guide me up.
"I can't take anymore; I need you right now," he said, standing up.
Bending down, he placed his arm behind my legs and lifted me up, easily carrying me. I felt a slight thrill at the ease with which he was able to scoop me from the ground, and I eagerly wrapped my arms around his neck as we walked.
Soon, we arrived at his master bedroom. He placed me on the bed and began to undress me. My clothes were soon all off, and he stood over me, his eyes lingering on my body.
"Much better in person," he said, his lips in a sly smirk.
Then he moved on top of me, kissing me hard. Reaching down, he took his cock and slid it into me slowly, the feeling of fullness quickly overtaking me. I gasped as he entered me, my opened mouth soon turning into a sensual smile.
"God, I've missed your cock," I said, my voice breathy and warm.
But instead of responding, Evan began to fuck me. His pace was steady and sure at first, and as he moved in and out of me his eyes stayed on mine, looking down at me with a gaze of warm sensuality. There was something to his look, something about the way he moved in me; it was unlike any other sex we'd had.
Evan lowered himself down, wrapping his arms around me, bringing me close to his body. I savored the way my skin felt against his, enjoying the warmth and passion that our closeness afforded. I realized that we weren't simply fucking now- we were truly making love for the first time.
Orgasm stirred in me, and I was eager to let the ecstasy roar through my body. I could sense by the speed at which Evan was bucking into me and the quickened pace of his breath that he was nearing orgasm as well.
"Cum inside me, baby," I said, placing my hands on his firm ass and guiding him into me. "Do it."
This was evidently all he needed. With a grunt and a heave, Evan came, unloading himself into me. I moaned as he came, my own orgasm exploding as he pounded me steadily. The pleasure ran through my body, and I could barely stand just how good it felt.
Then, Evan collapsed on top of me, taking in slow draws of breath as he recovered. We stayed like that for a long while, Evan staying inside of me as we held each other close, listening to nothing but the sound of one another's breath.
22
I looked over the email once again, making sure that I was reading it correctly. The letter was from Saint Louis University, a prestigious private college in Saint Louis, only an hour and a half away. Reading it one last time, I confirmed that it was, in fact, a job offer. I was being offered what I'd dreamed about since I began my undergraduate degree: a tenure-track job. They'd gone over my previous work, and my upcoming book was already making waves; the archeology department there was very interested in bringing me on board. This was big- it was a job that might, after a few decades of hard work, result in m being named the head of the department. Perhaps even dean, in time. It was a career-defining job
The semester was almost over, and soon Roxanne and I would be parting ways. Standing up from the computer, I took my coffee cup into my hands as I considered my future. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was growing accustomed to Roxanne. Our fake marr
iage arrangement was meant as nothing more than a way to keep the heat off of us until the semester ended, but now that I had another job lined up, there was no need to continue the charade once the year ended. I'd be in Saint Louis, and she'd be off to whatever graduate school she wanted.
And this thought seemed to cause me nothing but pain.
I scolded myself for getting into this position, for falling so hard for a student who was almost a decade younger than me. I deserved some kind of consequence, some kind of punishment for doing something so foolhardy. But instead, I was being rewarded. All I needed to do was to tell Roxanne that this was all soon to end.
But I had time before I needed to respond to the job offer, but I needed to talk to Roxanne about it now.
Heading into the living room, I came upon Roxanne and Darla sitting together on the couch, watching the same cat cartoon that Darla had been obsessed with.
"Want to join us?" asked Roxanne with a smile on her face, knowing that I had taken just about as much of cat cartoons as I possibly could. "It's just started."
"Come with me to the kitchen for a minute," I said.
Roxanne crinkled her brow and got up, following me into the other room. She took a seat at the kitchen island and I sat next to her.
"I just had a recent development that I think you ought to know about," I said.
"Oh?"
"Well, I just got an offer for another job.'
"Another job?" she asked. "You mean, not in Columbia?"
"That's exactly what I mean. It'd be in Saint Louis."
I then told her all of the details.
"But this is good for you," I said. "It means that you'll be able to stay here and continue your studies without having this whole issue to deal with."
"This ‘issue'?" asked Roxanne, her eyes narrowing in anger. "That's all you think this is?"
"I mean, I have a certain fondness for you, sure, but this can't go any further than it already has. You're a young girl, you should be with someone your own age. Not to mention that as long as we stay together this scandal will follow us everywhere we go."
Roxanne was speechless. And I was getting there, too. I had more than a "fondness" for Roxanne, but I knew that this little arrangement that she and I had wasn't meant to be.
Or was it? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having second thoughts. I knew I had to stay strong, however; what other option did I have? Marry her?"
Roxanne said nothing, tears forming in her eyes. Finally, after a time, she spoke.
"I don't know…I thought that…I don't know."
I reached over and placed my hand on hers.
"It's tough, I know, but it'll be for the best. You don't need the kind of stress that this relationship would bring."
A tear streaked down her lovely face, and I quickly fetched a napkin and handed it to her.
"Well, when do I leave?" she asked.
"When the semester's over at the end of the month. I'll pay for you to move back into your apartment, and Darla and I can get ready to move. And if anyone asks about you and me, we can just say that things didn't work out."
"But they are working out," she said.
These words cut me right to the quick. It's true that my time with Roxanne had been some of the happiest in a long time. But I needed to be strong for the both of us.
I sighed. "And the manuscript for the book is just about done. Think of grad school- with that on your CV you'll be able to go wherever you want."
"I don't want to go anywhere else!" she said, standing up. "You don't get it!"
She shoved her hand into mine, and that was the end of the conversation. When I looked down at my hands, I saw that’d she’d removed the engagement ring and given it back to me. I looked over it for a time, a heavy sadness forming in my heart.
Roxanne said not another word to me the rest of the day, instead studying and getting her things together. I suppose that she wanted to be ready to leave as soon as possible.
The rest of the semester passed by in a blur. The manuscript was sent off, and the publisher was in love with what I had. A publication date was set for the spring and, just as I'd promised, Roxanne's name was on the cover as a co-author. I told Darla about our new plans for St. Louis and the first question out of her mouth was if Roxanne was going to come or not. When I told her no, Darla was beside herself.
Soon, the end of the month arrived, and Roxanne was moved back into her apartment. Her parting with me was cold and swift, but her parting with Darla was anything but. The two girls cried many tears, and only with a stern command was I able to have Darla let go of Roxanne.
I watched Roxanne leave with a sadness of my own, not knowing if I was doing the right thing, but certain that there was nothing I could do about it.
23
The first day back at my old apartment was one of the hardest nights of my life. It wasn't just that was I back in small, cramped little place as compared to Evan's home, it was that I was by myself. Over the last few months, I'd come to love Evan and Darla, and even though I didn't realize it at the time, I was starting to think of them as my family. It was a strange arrangement, a fake marriage and all, but it was, in its own strange way, beginning to feel real. I found myself rubbing the area on my finger where the ring once was, my heart aching for Evan.
I spent the next few days applying to graduate schools, my only real criteria being to get as far away from this school as possible. I sent off applications to Yale, to Harvard, to Penn State- any place that I thought might hold promise of a good scholarship. And I heard back from all of them. Evidently, word had gotten around in the archeology word of Evan McCall's new book, and everyone in the know wanted to find out about who this unknown girl was whose name was going to be on the cover. It appeared that I had my pick of schools.
But there was only one that I wanted to go to- the school where Evan was.
I knew that he was right, that the circumstances around our relationship would mean that drama would follow us wherever we went; I was lucky that he was still fine with my name being on the book. But still, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we just took a chance and tried to make things work. And it's not as though I was hoping he'd marry me, even though that was something that I had often found myself fantasizing about. I just wanted to be with Evan and Darla.
Little did I know that everything would change one winter night.
It was the day before I was set to move out of the apartment. I'd decided on Yale, having heard good things about their archeology department during my time in Europe. My things were all packed up, and I was ready to head out the next day. I'd done all the crying I thought I needed to do, and I was ready to move on to the next phase in my life.
Sitting among the boxes, my just-delivered degree sitting on the coffee in front of me, I was enjoying a cup of coffee and deciding just how to spend my last night in town. I figured that I should do something fun, but really, I just wanted to crash early and get on the road in the morning.
But a rapping at the door commanded my attention.
Hesitantly, I walked towards the door. I wasn't expecting any company and was curious who'd be showing up at this time in the evening.
Opening the door, I was greeted by none other than Professor Evan McCall, Ph.D. Wrapped in a black pea coat, a knit cap on his head, he stood among the falling snow.
"Hi, Roxanne," he said, his voice warm. "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure,' I said, my eyes wide, my mouth gaping open.
"And me too!" said Darla, stepping out from behind Evan, waving her hands theatrically.
"Of course," I said. "Come in from the cold."
The two stepped into my home, and I couldn't believe that I was really seeing them. Darla kicked off her shoes and plopped onto my couch, making herself home right away. I helped Evan out of his coat, and he took a seat next to Darla.
"Umm," I said. "It's good to see you both, but shouldn't you be in St. Louis?"
"Well," said Evan, "th
at's why I'm here."
Darla looked up at Evan, a big smile on her face as if knowing what he was going to say.
"I thought that the best thing for both of us was to simply leave our relationship behind, to get a fresh start. But as soon as you left, and as soon as I got on the road without you, I knew that I'd made a big mistake. I've made a decision, and that's what I want you to come live me. I want you to come to our my new home, to start a life together."
Then he reached into his pocket and withdrew the ring that I'd given back to him.
"And I'd like you to marry me. For real."
Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and what I was hearing.
"Just say yes!" said Darla, bouncing in her seat.
"Yes," I said. "There's nothing I'd want more."
Evan then placed the ring on my finger, put his finger under my chin, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"I love you, Roxanne James," he said, his voice warm.
"And I love you too, Evan McCall."
The next two months flew by. After Evan arrived, I sent a letter to Yale, letting them know that I wouldn't be attending graduate school there. Instead, I'd be going to St. Louis with Evan and Darla, to study archeology under my new fiancée. We bought a beautiful house near the park, and quickly settled into our new life together. The book was published and was a smashing success. So successful, in fact, that the publisher was already clamoring to have the famous team of Evan and Roxanne McCall put out another book. That is, once the wedding had taken place that summer. We were already getting a reputation as the potentially the new Louis and Mary Leakey, a husband-and-wife team that made major discoveries in the world of archeology.
