Train Me

by Mia Ford

  ‘Oh him! Hello Marquise :)’

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He replied:

  I want to see you.

  I grinned and texted back

  Want. Or need?

  He texted back:

  Want...

  I raised an eyebrow and typed back:

  Then you'll see me in class tomorrow Professor Moore.

  After that I turned off my phone and returned my attention to my homework. I noticed Gemma watching me out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't say anything.

  The next day, I decided to wear something sexy to class. The temperature had dropped and I decided to wear something autumn inspired. I wore a short burgundy plaid skirt with a black sweater, black thigh highs and black booties. The sliver of thigh that showed between the top of the thigh highs and the bottom hem of the skirt was super sexy yet subtle. The sweater had a deep V-neck and showed off my perky cleavage. I decided to put my hair up in two messy pigtail buns. Around my neck, I wore a burgundy choker and I put on matching burgundy lip gloss. Before leaving for class, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Pleased with my reflection, I met Gemma in the living room so that we could walk to class together.

  "Woah, you look hot!" She said. I grinned.

  "Thanks! Ready to go?" I asked her. She nodded and we headed out.

  I made a lot of heads turn on our walk to class, but there was only one person whose attention I was after. After Gemma went into the building where her class was, I walked slower. I didn't want to get to class early. I stopped in every bathroom on my way and checked my reflection, even taking a few selfies. When it was exactly 9 o'clock on the dot, I decided to go to class. Everyone else was already seated when I arrived and all eyes were on me, including Professor Moore's. The class was quiet as I strolled to an empty stool and sat down. I didn't look up until I had reached into my bag, pulled out a stick of gum, opened it, stuck it in my mouth, and began chewing real slow. Professor Moore was staring directly at me. I fought to keep my face blank.

  "How nice of you to join us Miss Winters. The rule still stands that late students must model so please come sit on the stool in the center of the class," Professor Moore instructed. I smirked as I put my stuff down and sauntered to the center stool. I had been expecting this.

  "Can I have someone to model with?" I asked. I could tell that no one was expecting that.

  "Of course," Professor Moore said to me, then to the rest of the class, "anyone want to volunteer to model with Miss Winters."

  Before anyone could volunteer, I quickly said, “I want you to model with me.” There were murmurs around the class. The rest of the class was intrigued by the idea. Professor Moore merely chuckled dismissively.

  “No, I don’t model with my students. So, let’s get a volunteer from the class to help you,” he said. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. So, he didn’t model with students, but he was willing to other things with us... Everyone looked around to see who would volunteer. Then a cutie timidly raised his hand. I clapped my hands together happily. The cutie stood up and shyly walked to the center of the class to join me.

  "Ok, now that you have a partner, are you ready to pose?" Professor Moore asked. I nodded. Professor Moore nodded too, then turned to address the class. "Ok everyone, get out your sketchbooks and pencils and get ready to begin."

  I turned to face the cutie.

  "What's your name?" I asked him.

  "Richard," he answered. I sat down on the stool and spread my legs.

  "Ok, Richard, get down on your knees," I instructed. He laughed nervously, but did as he was told and got down on his knees between my legs. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Are you comfortable because I need you to stay like that?" He nodded and stuck out his tongue. "Perfect," I said as I leaned back and arched my back. I knew that both Richard and the class were getting a good view of my panties and I didn't care. This was all being done in the name of art... amongst other things. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes in a face of ecstasy. The class was quiet and all eyes were on us, including Professor Moore's. This almost made me smile, but I didn't want to break character. We had to stay like this for the remainder of the class. I hoped that Richard was a good model.

  The time dragged on forever. The pose that I had chosen was difficult to keep up. I had to keep my balance while leaning back on a stool for a whole hour. When Professor Moore finally clapped his hands together, signaling the end of class, I sat up and stretched. Richard sat back on his heels then slowly stood up, stretching his knees. "Good job!" I told him and gave him a high five.

  "Ok, that's a wrap for today. See you all on Monday!" Professor Moore's loud deep voice boomed as he dismissed the class. I headed over to the stool and easel where I had deposited my stuff and gathered my things. As I exited the classroom, I checked my phone. I had a new message from Professor Moore that read:

  ‘Meet me at my office.’ I smiled smugly.

  I rode the elevator down with my classmates, then let them all exit first. They all headed off in the direction of the buildings exit, while I headed in the direction of the offices. When I got to Professor Moore's office, I patiently waited outside for him to arrive. He got there five minutes later, attempting to look calm, cool, and collected as though he were in control of the situation. We both knew who was in control. He unlocked his office door and held it open for me to go in before following me inside, closing the door behind him. When I turned to face him, he was in my face, backing me up against a bookshelf.

  "What was that little stunt you pulled in class today?" He growled into my ear as he slid his hands under my shirt and bra, filling his hands with my breasts. I whimpered and closed my eyes, licking my lips. He had one leg between each of mine and lifted my knee up to brush against his hard dick. One of his hands traveled all the way up to wrap around my neck. His other hand descended over my skirt then pushed it up as he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I moaned and bit my lip as my hand struggled to free his dick from his pants. Once it was free, I licked my hand and wrapped it around his hard shaft, stroking it up and down. He moaned into my hair, his warm breath tickling my ear and making me shiver. He lifted me up with the hand that was on my ass and I straddled him as he guided his dick inside me, choking me the whole time. When he entered me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, muffling my moans with his mouth. We made out sloppily as he pumped in and out of me. He stopped kissing me to whisper in my ear, "this is what you wanted?"

  "Yes!" I cried out. He covered my mouth as he fucked me. We could hear the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me and the sound of my back shaking the bookshelf with every pump. "Oh my God, I'm about to come!" I exclaimed into his hand. He moaned, sweat beading his brow. He released my mouth so that he could hold me by the ass with both hands, pumping in and out of me ferociously. I bit his shoulder, muffling my moans with his sweater. In the background, his phone began ringing. I gripped his strong back, digging my nails into it as I came. I came first, but he wasn't done. I licked his ear before he flipped me around and bent me over his desk, taking me from behind. He pounded into me, making my ass cheeks clap. He grunted as he came inside of me, filling me with his seed. I was face to face with his phone, which was still ringing. While still inside of me, he leaned forward and kissed my neck before pulling out. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. We both were sweaty and out of breath, trying to fix our clothes. His phone rang again. I glanced at the screen, which read "Sharon."

  "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."

  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 dreading 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 m
odels 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.