by Jessica Wood
“Why do you treat me so horribly?” she spat out, confused and hopeful.
“I’m scared, Abby. You already ran away from me once. I don’t want to tell you something and make you leave me again. I don’t want you to look at me like some sort of creep.”
“Too late.” She laughed and then stopped as she saw the real pain and concern in his eyes. “I care about you, Carson.” She spoke softly. “A lot. But this is a lot to take in.”
“I know.” He bit his lip. “I wish I could tell you how little Holly meant to me.”
“Why is she sending me photos of you and her?” She paused. “Or sending them to you?”
“I don’t know.” He paused. “She lives in an apartment out of town with their son. The dean spends every other weekend with her. I don’t know why she would be doing this now.”
“I don’t know what to think or feel, Carson.” Abby paused. “This is just too much. I don’t want to be fucking my professor and I also do not want to have to leave this class. History is my life.”
“I know, Abby. You’re a great student.” He grinned. “In more ways than one.”
She hit him. “Oh Carson.” He drew her towards him and she snuggled next to him, enjoying the feel of his warm body next to hers.
“We can try and find out why she is sent the photo if you want?” Carson whispered into her hair. She pulled back and looked at him.
“How?”
“Holly and the dean usually go to a public sex club on Sunday’s. If we go there and see both of them, maybe we can figure out what’s going on.”
“A public sex club?” Abby looked at him in dismay. “What does that mean?”
“It means that we would have to have sex in public.” Carson paused. “But I don’t think you have a problem with that, right?”
“Like a swingers club?” Abby muttered scared.
“No, not really.” Carson licked his lips. “Well, you can if you want. It’s a place for people to go to have other people watching them having sex. If you want to swap partners you can.”
“But if we go, we would have to have sex?”
“If we didn’t want to look suspicious and get kicked out right away, so yes.”
“So, we’d have to be naked in front of a bunch of people?”
“Do you have to be naked to have sex?”
“I guess not.”
“So then no. We don’t have to go, Abby but if we want to figure out what is going on, this may be the best way.”
Abby lay there and thought for a moment. She enjoyed the feel of Carson’s hands caressing her breasts and she sighed. “I don’t really want to go to the club but I do want to know what is going on. Okay, we can go.”
“Okay then. We’ll go.” Carson kissed her on the forehead and whispered to her, “And then everything will be behind us and we can move on.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Abby closed her eyes and hoped that she was doing the right thing.
Chapter Fourteen
It was 9pm when Abby and Carson arrived to the club. From the outside, it looked like a regular home and Abby wondered if Carson had been pulling her leg. However, she realized as soon as the walked in and she saw the different couples around her having sex that he hadn’t been joking. She held onto Carson’s hand tightly as they made their way through the rooms. Abby could see some men watching her as she walked past in her short skirt and crop top. Carson had decided on the clothes, saying that the outfit was accessible to having sex without having to go naked if she didn’t want to. She stopped herself from pulling the top down. She knew it had ridden up and the bottoms of her ample breasts were on view for all to see.
“Okay, let’s sit here.” Carson pulled her down to a large leather couch and placed her on his lap. They were sitting next to a man who was receiving head from a woman who was kneeling in-between his lap. He winked at Abby and she quickly turned her face.
“Start giving me a lap dance,” Carson whispered into her ear. “Or the security will get suspicious. Abby looked in the corner and saw a man staring at them and started moving her hips to the beat. She ground her ass into Carson’s crotch and felt his hands come around and grasp her breasts under her top. He pinched her nipples as she danced in his lap and she leaned her head back on his lap, trying to ignore the stare of the man sitting on the couch opposite her who was being fucked by a nubile woman on top of him.
“Don’t look now but we have company,” Carson whispered into her ear and stuck his hand down the front of her skirt, rubbing her clit as she rubbed on him.
“Professor O’Brien.” Abby heard the dean’s voice coming from the chair next to them.
“Dean,” Carson answered him civilly. “Holly.”
Abby couldn’t resist then and turned her face to look at the girl. She was standing there completely naked and so was the dean. Abby felt her face flush red at seeing them both in the nude.
“Fancy seeing you both here.” Carson continued smiling at them.
“Professor O’Brien, it’s nice to see you.” Holly stared at him, while ignoring Abby. Her breasts jiggled as she walked closer to them. “It’s been too long since I had you.” She laughed at her joke and Abby wanted to scratch her eyes out. Holly leaned down and gave Carson a kiss on the cheek and went and sat on the dean’s lap, immediately taking his cock into her and riding him. She looked over at Carson and winked.
The wink angered Abby and so she stood up quickly and took off her top and skirt. She pulled down Carson’s sweatpants and straddled him letting the tip of his cock nudge at her pussy until finally she sat down on him. She saw Holly stare at her then and she smiled, riding Carson hard and bouncing her tits against his chest. She leaned over and kissed him hard wanting Holly to see that he was now hers.
Abby was pretty sure she understood what had gone on now. Holly most probably realized she had made a mistake by choosing the dean over Carson and now wanted Carson back. She had most probably seen Abby with Carson in the classroom fucking one day when she tried to talk to him and now was trying to cause trouble between them. But Abby was not going to allow that bitch to tear her away from Carson. She knew that they had something special and she was not going to let her come between them.
Abby felt Carson’s hands grab her ass as she continued riding him hard and he brought her hand down to his chest as he whispered in her ear, “Keep your head down we have more company.” He then laid his head on hers and kissed it, in an attempt to avoid being seen.
“Who is it?” Abby whispered.
“Chad and Essie.”
“Oh my god, what?” Abby kept her head down and closed her eyes. There was no-way she wanted Essie to see her having sex.
“Just keep your head down.”
“Hi Dean, Holly.” Abby heard Essie’s voice talking to the couple next to them and she felt a spurt of surprise. She didn’t know that Essie knew them.
“Essie.” The dean acknowledged her but Holly remained silent. “Son.”
“Hi Dad.” Chad’s voice also sounded surprised. “I didn’t know you knew Essie.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Come on, Chad.” Essie pulled Chad down onto the ground and sat on his face, grinding her pussy into him. It took all of Abby’s resolve to not move her face to see what was going on. A few minutes passed and she felt Holly get up off of the dean. “I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be back,” she said loudly.
Abby could see the dean sitting there watching Essie and his son on the floor. At this point, Abby was pretty sure they were having sex, if the grunts coming from the floor were to be believed. Abby thought it was kind of sick that the dean would sit there watching his son having sex.
“Whoa.” She heard Carson’s sharp intake of breath and felt his hand holding her head close. “Do not move,” he whispered.
“So you been missing me?” Abby heard Essie’s voice and stilled. Who was she talking to?
“You know I’ve been missing you, Essie,” the dean’s voice responded.
“Go and get me a drink, I need to ask your dad something.”
“Ok. I guess.” Chad sounded reluctant but he walked away.
Abby took a quick peek and saw Essie sit in the dean’s lap.
“I bet she can’t fuck you like I do.” Essie rubbed her breasts against the dean’s lap. He grabbed her ass and pushed her up on him. She sat up a little bit and let his penis slip inside of her. “Can she ride you as good as I do?” Essie moaned with pleasure and Abby felt her heart beating fast. Something in her brain niggled at her. And then it hit her.
“She knew about the photo,” she whispered to Carson frantically. “She sent me a text and said something about not being upset about seeing you with someone else. But she never saw the photo. You only showed me because I snatched it. So there was no-way she would have known, unless she had something to do with it.” She paused. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that earlier.”
“So I think something is starting to add up. That night I went home with you; she made a comment to me about not trying to get serious with you because you had plenty of men. She said I should stick with the women I knew before.”
“What?” Abby’s voice was loud. “You never told me this before.”
“That’s why I was jealous that first day Abby, I thought you were trying to play me and I knew that I really liked you already.”
“Why would she do that?” Abby had had enough and sat upright in Carson’s lap. His cock was still in her pussy and she continued grinding into him.
“Oh shit Abby, I can’t think straight with you riding me.” Carson groaned as her pussy lips tightened on his cock. “I’m about to come.”
They came together and Abby moaned with abandon forgetting they were in a public setting. She looked over and saw Essie riding the dean and she felt the color drain from her face. What game was her friend playing?
“What the fuck?” Holly screamed as she walked back into the room and saw Essie on top of her man. “You bitch. Get off him.” She pulled Essie’s hair and grabbed her off of the dean.
Abby jumped off of Carson’s lap and they both stood up.
“Holly, stop.” Carson stepped forward. Essie looked at him in surprised and then she saw Abby and paled.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“What are you doing here, Essie?” Abby’s voice was deathly quiet.
“Why are you still with him, Abby? How could you stay with him after seeing that photo? I’m sure he brought you here to make Holly jealous.”
“How did you know about the photo?” Abby questioned.
“You, you told me,” Essie stuttered.
“What photo?” Holly looked suspicious and the dean was observing everything with a look of worry in his eyes.
“A photo of you fucking Carson, your true love,” Essie sputtered out bitterly. “So go back to him and leave the dean.”
“Do you want to be with me, Carson?” Holly asked hopefully and Abby stilled.
“No.” He drew Abby close to him and put his arm around her waist. “Someone sent us a photo of you and me in the classroom and we thought it was you.”
“What?” Holly looked confused and Abby knew that it wasn’t her.
“It was you, wasn’t it, Essie?” She looked at her friend carefully. “I know it was you. I just want to know why.”
Essie stared at her stonily and remained silent.
“I think I know why,” Carson spoke. “Holly met the dean through a friend who was sleeping with him. That was you, wasn’t it, Essie?”
Essie nodded slowly. “I never expected to fall in love with him or for him to cheat on me with her. I could have forgiven him for getting her pregnant if she could just be with you. But she left you and stayed with him.” She paused. “I almost died when I saw Abby with you at the club that night. I just wanted the two of you to break up. I didn’t want Abby to be with you. I needed you to get back with Holly so I could get back with the dean. I needed Abby to break up with you. Why didn’t you just leave him, Abby?” Essie looked pained.
“I don’t know.” Abby spoke softly. “How could you, Essie?”
“I just want to be with the dean,” Essie cried out. The dean had put on his clothes and was about to leave the room with Holly. They paused at the door and looked back at Essie in pity, standing there with Abby and Carson. It was then that Essie realized that they had gone. She looked around crazily and sighed.
“Hey, sorry about that. I got caught up.” Chad walked in with a drink and smiled at Essie, ignoring Carson and Abby. “Shall we get back to what we were doing?"
“Yeah, go and have a seat.” Essie pointed towards the chair the dean had just left. “Please forgive me, guys. And don’t say anything to Chad.” She looked at them plaintively and walked over to Chad, straddling him and starting to ride him.
Abby blinked back tears and dragged her clothes on. “Let’s go.” She pulled Carson behind her and they left the club. As they drove back to Carson’s house, Abby realized that she had never really known Essie. She had been so caught up in working and helping out her family that she had disconnected from the real world. She stared at Carson driving the car and felt her heart stir. She was going to take a chance on this man. It may not work out but she could no longer keep running away.
Chapter Fifteen
18 Months Later
“Congrats, Abby.” Carson bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m so proud of my favorite student.”
“Thanks, Dr. O’Brien.” Abby grinned up at him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” She beamed up at him, unable to believe how lucky she was. She had graduated from the university, was now accepted to a top grad program and was in love with the most wonderful man she had ever met.
“Well, I think you could have but I thank my lucky stars everyday I wake up and see you in my bed.” He grinned at her and kissed her on the lips.
“I feel the same way.” Abby laughed and linked her arm through his as they packed the last box into the moving van. Abby and Carson were leaving the country so that she could go and study at Oxford University. Carson had quit his job and was going to write a book on some ancient battle in England.
“We will have a new home to make together.” Carson stared into her eyes. “And I want to make it a special home, our perfect home.” He got on one knee and took out a ring. “Abby, I have loved you since that night in the club when you called to me with your eyes. I never want to live a day without you by my side. Please marry me.”
Abby yelped and shrieked with joy. “Yes. Yes. Oh of course. I love you, Carson.” She pulled him up towards her and they embraced. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She had been living with Carson ever since that day she had found out about Essie. She hadn’t won the $50,000, even though she was the best student in the class because she didn’t think it would be right. And she was happy just to enjoy being with Carson, without talk of the money.
She and Essie had not spoken since that day. She’d heard through the grapevine that Essie and Chad were living together and about to have a child. She had felt sorry for her friend but knew that there was no way she wanted to get involved in that situation.
“So Abby, are you wearing any underwear?” Carson whispered in her ear.
“Why?” She looked at him curiously, feeling her panties get wet as he reached his hand into her skirt so he could check himself.
“I was hoping we could join the mile-high club.” He winked at her as he rubbed between her legs and she laughed. He may no longer be her professor but he was still as horny as ever.
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Jessica Wood
Prologue
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” – Aristotle
His hand intertwined with mine, and I felt the electric connection pulse between us, fueling the raw desire that intensified inside me. One look into his warm, seductive eyes and I knew that he felt the same need coursing through him.
We were walking on a beautiful white sand beach, and beyond the water’s horizon stood a gorgeous sunset that colored the sky with hues of warm crimson and orange. He led me to a secluded part of the beach that curved inward into a cove. When we got to the entrance, I gasped. Hundreds of tiny candles lit up the small inlet, covering every inch of this section of the beach. The reflection from the sea of flickering flames danced on the water. The hypnotic sounds of the waves crashed against the nearby rocks. From where we stood, a small path was created by the candles that led to the center of the cove. There, a large, lush blanket was laid out with a bottle of champagne sitting in ice and a platter of exotic berries.
He turned towards me, and I was transfixed by him the instant our eyes locked to one another. He was beyond handsome, with a chiseled jaw line and defined facial features. His deep, gorgeous dimples—which softened the features of his face—were incredibly sexy. The breeze blew gently through his naturally tousled dark brown locks, and I resisted an urge to comb my fingers through them. The afternoon stubble on his face made him effortlessly hot. His tan, broad shoulders and strong, muscular arms flexed against the white linen shirt that moved with the light breeze.
“Do you like it, Emma?” he asked, his voice deep with emotion as he motioned towards the blanket. “I wanted it to be perfect for you. For us.”
Forcing my gaze away from him, I looked again in awe at the dazzling display before us. “It’s more than perfect,” I said breathlessly. “This is amazing. This must be the most romantic and breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
