by Mia Ford
"Sharon's calling you," I informed him. I watched him pick up his phone as I fixed my hair. He didn't answer it, but instead, stuffed it into his pocket. "Who's Sharon?" I asked him. He looked out the window as though to gather his thoughts before looking me in the eyes.
"My wife."
Chapter 3. Bad Romance
That one statement instantly killed the whole mood.
"You're married?!" I demanded. My eyes went from staring into his to staring at the bare ring finger of his left hand. He didn't wear a ring nor had I ever seen one. Professor Moore slumped into his chair. This was obviously not the conversation that he was looking to have right now. "If I would've known that, I would have never..." I continued, but didn't finish.
"Well you didn't ask," he pointed out lamely.
"You don't wear a ring!" I snapped back. Before he could respond, his phone rang again.
"I'm going to go so you can stop ignoring your wife," I spat before snatching up my things and storming out, slamming the door behind me. I stomped down the hall, fuming. In my haste, I smashed right into a woman walking in the opposite direction, knocking both of our things to the ground. "Sorry," I muttered distractedly as I crouched down to help her pick up her things.
"It's ok. What's wrong? Get a bad grade?" She mused good naturally. I shrugged, picking up my things. I noticed a wedding ring on her ring finger and finally gave her a good look. She was older than me, but still fairly young. She looked good and had a nice body. We stood up and she forced a smile, but I just stared at her. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day," she said before walking off in the direction from which I had just come. I turned to watch her go and just as I suspected, she stopped outside of Professor Moore's office and knocked on the door. It was his wife. I turned and walked off, exiting the building. When I got outside, I sat down on a bench, needing a moment to clear my mind. Only then did I realize that I was holding his wife's phone in my hand. I must have picked it up when I had almost run her over.
A mischievous smile spread across my face like the Grinch as a plan hatched in my mind. I was going to need Gemma's help for it to work. I took out my phone and opened my Facebook app. In the search bar, I typed in 'Sharon Moore.' I smiled when her profile popped up. That was definitely his wife. I went through her pictures. I had to give it to her, she was a beautiful woman. She wasn't me though. I closed the Facebook app and texted Gemma: ‘What are you doing?’
While I waited for her to text me back, I called my phone from Sharon's so that I could store her number, then I deleted the call log.
Gemma texted me back: ‘Nothing, at the apartment. My next class was cancelled. What are you doing?’
Instead of texting back, I stood up and started walking home. When I got to our apartment, I found Gemma sitting on the couch watching TV in the living room.
"Hey," I greeted her as I sat down beside her, letting my stuff drop on the floor by my feet.
"Hey," she said looking at me and then back at the TV.
"So, I have a favor to ask," I began. Gemma looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "I found this phone and wanted to know if you would return it for me. I would do it but I have to go to class." I watched as Gemma thought it over.
"Who's phone, is it?" She asked me.
"An older model from my Figure Drawing class," I answered.
"A woman?" Gemma asked.
"Yea, here's what she looks like," I said and then opened Sharon's Facebook page pictures and handing Gemma my phone so she could look through them.
"Wow, she's hot," Gemma said sounding impressed. I rolled my eyes.
"Yea, so will you do it for me?" I asked her.
"Sure. Where am I meeting her?" She asked, still looking at Sharon's pictures. Just then, as though on cue, Sharon's phone rang from a private number.
I answered sweetly, "hello?"
"Hi, I lost my phone," Sharon said. I smiled, this was working out almost too perfectly.
"Yea, I found it. Are you on campus?" I asked her.
"Yes! Where can I meet you to get it?" She asked.
"You can come to my apartment." I told her our address and she said that she was on her way. I turned to Gemma and handed her Sharon's phone. She handed me my phone back.
"She's on her way here now. Maybe you can invite her inside and get better acquainted," I said with a wink. Gemma rolled her eyes at me but smiled. I knew that Gemma liked older women and it was hard for even straight women to resist Gemma. Even I had considered hooking up with Gemma before, although I never acted on it. I just hoped that my plan worked. I stood up and gathered my things. "Well, I'm off to class! Don't do anything that I wouldn’t do," I said with a smile. Gemma smirked at me.
"Bye," she said, returning her attention to the TV. I left the apartment but I didn't leave the building. I wasn't going to class, I had something more important to handle. I hid in our hallway and waited for Sharon to get here. When I heard, heels coming up the stairs, I crouched down in the shadows so that she couldn't see me. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her either, but I could hear. Someone must have let her in the building on their way out. Sharon knocked on the door and I heard it open.
"Hey!" Gemma greeted her.
"Hello!" Said Sharon.
"Here's your phone," Gemma said.
"Thank you so much! I don't know how to repay you," Sharon said. I crossed my fingers.
"Come in for a cup of tea. I won't take no for an answer," Gemma said laying on her charm extra thick. Sharon hesitated but said, "Oh, ok. Yea, I'd love some tea."
I grinned like the Cheshire Cat as I heard Sharon go into the apartment and Gemma close the door behind her.
Now for the tricky part.
I stood up and walked up to the apartment door, unlocking it and going inside. I followed the sounds of Gemma and Sharon talking into the kitchen. They were seated at the table. Water was boiling in the teapot.
"Hey!" I greeted them enthusiastically. Sharon recognized me and smiled.
"Hey! I remember you from earlier. Do you live here?" She asked me.
"Yea, I gave my roommate your phone to give to you because I have class. I came back because I forgot something," I said before heading down the hall to where the bedrooms were, but instead of going into my bedroom, I went into Gemma's. I headed straight for her dresser and opened her jewelry box. There in a little tiny baggy, was exactly what I was looking for. I removed two ecstasy pills from the baggy, returned the baggy to the jewelry box and closed the jewelry box. Now that I had what I was looking for, I quietly exited Gemma's room. I went back into the kitchen with the ecstasy pills in my hand.
"So, I just checked my email and my class is cancelled too so I could've given you your phone myself," I told them. Just then, the teapot began whistling. "Let me get that for you! You don't have to get up," I said to Gemma as I briskly made my way over to it and removed it from the stove. With my back to them, I dropped the two ecstasy pills into the hot water. I turned around to face Gemma and Sharon wearing a huge grin. I placed the teapot on the table between them and then went to retrieve two large mugs from the cabinet, moving slowly so that the E pills had time to dissolve. I placed one mug in front of Gemma and the other in front of Sharon. Then I brought out the sugar and tea bags.
"How do you take your tea?" I asked Sharon. "Gemma likes hers with vanilla almond milk."
"Oh, do you have cream? If not, I'll try the vanilla almond milk," Sharon said. I opened the refrigerator and peered inside.
"You're in luck, we have cream!" I announced. I brought out the cream and the vanilla almond milk and placed them on the table before sitting down. I watched them put teabags in their cups and then pour hot water onto the tea bags as I fought to hide my excitement.
"You're not going to have any tea?" Gemma asked me. I frowned and shook my head no. I was having too much fun watching them prepare their tea.
"So, what are you girl’s majors?" Sharon asked us.
"I'm an English major," Gemma answered. I had been drea
ding this very conversation.
"I'm an art major," I said. At this, I had Sharon's full attention.
"That's why I saw you in the art building. I wonder if you've had my husband's course yet. Figure Drawing 101?"
"Professor Moore is your husband?" I asked feigning surprise. She smiled bright.
"Yes, he is. We actually met here on this campus," she said proudly.
"How romantic," Gemma said smiling and stirring their tea. Their tea was ready, enough stirring, time to drink!
"I was one of the nude models for his class. That's how we met," Sharon continued. "How do you like the class?" She asked me.
"Your husband’s methods are very interesting," I answered. If only she knew, I thought. She giggled and took a sip of her tea. Yes! I cheered inside.
"Yes, I agree. So, what do you two plan on doing with your degrees when you finish?" She asked us.
"We're both enrolled in the education program so after we graduate, we plan on beginning careers as teachers," Gemma told her, taking her first sip of tea. I bit my lip to fight back a smile.
"That's awesome! I wish you both luck," she told us.
"So, what do you do?" I asked her.
"Well I used to model, as I told you, but now, I am retired,” Sharon answered, taking a long sip of her tea.
"You're pretty young to be retired," Gemma pointed out.
"Well modeling careers don't usually last that long. After that, I tried some acting and was in a few small-budget productions. Now I'm a desperate housewife," she said with a chuckle and a sip.
"Do you have any kids?" I asked her. The question seemed to catch her off guard and sadden her a little.
"No, no kids," she said. I hadn't been paying Gemma much mind but when I glanced at her mug, she was almost finished with her tea!
"Do you want kids?" Gemma asked her. Sharon blushed.
"It's a little too late for all of that," she said. Gemma shook her head in disbelief.
"No way! How old are you? 24?" She asked. I had to resist glaring at Gemma. Like seriously, there was no way that this woman was 24. Gemma must be feeling her ecstasy pill already. I think that Sharon was feeling hers too because she took Gemma's question as a compliment.
"You're too kind, but I am a little older than that," she said.
"Well you don't look it. You look really good!" Gemma said. I just let myself be happy at this point because they had both finished their tea, they were feeling the ecstasy pill and they were flirting! Sharon blushed.
"Thank you!" Sharon gushed. She looked a little red. She must've been hot because she removed her jacket, revealing a large bosom. Gemma stared at her chest.
"Do you work out?" Gemma asked, finally looking away from Sharon's chest. Sharon was obviously enjoying Gemma's conversation. I rolled my eyes but no one saw. Neither of them were paying me any mind.
"I do," Sharon answered, resting her chin in her palm, her elbow on the table.
"It shows," Gemma said. Gag me! I decided that now was the perfect time to put on some music! I turned on Pandora on my phone and music started playing from the tiny speakers.
"I love this song!" Gemma exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She grabbed Sharon's hand. "Dance with me!" Sharon half-ass resisted but ended up getting up and going with Gemma into the living room to dance. I followed them, bringing the music with me.
Once Gemma and Sharon started dancing, I turned the music up even louder. They were getting hotter and more into it so Sharon pulled off her shirt, wearing just a tank top and her jeans. She eventually took off her shoes and socks. I was surprised by how loose she was getting. Gemma was getting loose and was doing a lot of touching on both herself and Sharon. She kept putting her hands on Sharon's hips. Then she spanked Sharon, causing all of us to laugh. She danced behind her and Sharon actually started grinding on her while Gemma held her waist. One minute they were dancing and the next minute, they were kissing! They fell onto the couch and Gemma had her hand up Sharon's shirt, touching her breasts and her tongue down Sharon's throat. They had forgotten all about me.
I started inconspicuously taking pictures. Gemma pulled off Sharon's tank top, popped her large breasts out of her bra and began sucking on Sharon's nipples. Sharon was moaning and writhing under Gemma. Gemma shoved a hand down into Sharon's jeans and began fingering her. I had so many pictures, I was grinning like a lunatic. Once I got pictures of Gemma eating Sharon's pussy, I knew that I had all the evidence I needed. I grabbed my things and decided to leave these two love birds alone.
I walked back to campus with a new pep in my step. I was successful in my endeavors. I had won the battle, but there would be many more before I could claim victory of the war. As I was walking, someone called my name. I looked around and saw Richard sitting at a table, waving me over. This day just kept getting better and better! I walked over to him with a huge grin, that made his own smile grow.
"Hey," I greeted him as I sat down across from him at the table. There was a basket of French fries in front of him and a large drink.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked me.
"I'm good," I answered.
"You look it," he replied. I giggled and rolled my eyes. "You want some of my French fries?" I nodded and he pushed the basket towards me. "So where were you headed when I called you over?" He asked me. I shrugged taking a fry and eating it.
"Nowhere," I answered.
"Class?" He asked.
"I skipped it," I told him. He looked shocked.
"Bad girl," he said. I smiled.
"Maybe. You share your fries with every girl who walks past?" I teased.
"No just you," he answered sweetly. "So, why'd you make me do that pose in class today?" He asked. I laughed.
"You were a natural," I told him. He laughed. "Did you like that pose?" I asked him. He blushed.
"With the right girl, yea," he answered. I took another fry and played with it with my tongue.
"Am I the right girl?" I asked. He licked his lips.
"That's what I'm trying to find out." Suddenly I felt as though someone was staring at me. I looked past Richard and saw Professor Moore. He had just walked out of the Creative Arts building and was staring me down. I returned my gaze to Richard.
"Those fries made me thirsty," I told him.
"You want my drink? I haven't drunk from it yet," he told me, pushing the cup towards me.
"You sure?" I asked before taking it.
"Yea, it's all yours. You can have the fries too." I grinned at him before grabbing the cup and taking a long sip. I knew that Professor Moore was watching and I was loving every minute of it. Once I had drunk enough, I took out my phone.
"What's your number Richard?" I asked him. He looked surprise by how forward I was, but told me his phone number anyway. "I'll text you," I told him standing up and picking up the basket of fries and the soda. I turned around and headed back the way I had come, feeling two pairs of eyes staring at my ass.
I ate the fries as I walked. When I finished them, I tossed them in the trash and continued drinking the soda. As I reached my apartment building, I received a text message. It was from Professor Moore and said:
‘Is that your little boyfriend now?’
I rolled my eyes and laughed out loud. Professor Moore was jealous! He had nerve! I decided to ignore him and put my phone back in my pocket. I went inside of the apartment building and headed up the flights of stairs to my apartment. When I got to our door, I put my ear against it and listened. I didn't hear anything. I took my key out and unlocked the door, letting myself inside. Sharon was gone. I could hear music playing and Gemma singing in the shower. I was still hungry after eating those fries so I decided to wait until Gemma got out of the shower so that we could go eat lunch in the dining hall.
I was about to lay out on the couch but thought better of it and instead sat in the armchair. Sprinkles came out of hiding and jumped on my lap. I pet her and she purred. With my free hand, I took my phone back out and scrolled through my c
ontacts, stopping at Richard’s name. I text him:
‘Thanks for the fries and soda :)’
Moments later, he texts back:
‘You're welcome cutie ;)’
I bit my lip and thought about what to text back. I heard the shower and music stop and the bathroom door open. Gemma came out wrapped in a towel, wearing slippers, her wet hair dripping.
"I thought I heard you come in," she said.
"Where's Sharon?" I asked.
"She left," Gemma answered. There was a pause. Gemma was giving me this strange look.
"What?" I asked her.
"Did you put ecstasy in the tea?"
Chapter 4.
"What?!" I asked her incredulously.
She looked up at the ceiling and spoke slowly.
"Did you put ecstasy in the tea?"
"No!" I exclaimed. Gemma stared me down.
"Dahlia, I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you put ecstasy in the tea?!"
"Yes!" I blurted out, instantly regretting it after seeing Gemma's face turn red with anger.
"Why would you do that? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She demanded. I bit my lip, trying to figure out what to say.
"I knew that you two would hit it off and I just wanted to give you a little push..." I said lamely.
"She's married!" Gemma screamed at me. "You made her cheat on her husband!" Woah, let's not give me too much credit.
"I didn't make her do anything. She wanted to do that. The ecstasy just made her less inhibited," I said. Gemma shook her head.
"I can't believe you," she said and turned around, stomping away.
