Train Me

by Mia Ford

  "Hey, what happened to us meeting up for lunch?" He asked me. I suddenly felt terrible for dragging him into my bullshit.

  "Um sorry about that," I began trying to quickly think up an excuse. "I had to meet with my professor." Richard nodded understandingly.

  "Well, what are you doing later?" He asked. I bit my lip uncertainly.

  "Richard, I don't want to lead you on. I'm already seeing someone. I'm sorry," I told him. He looked crushed but simply nodded his head.

  "It's cool. A pretty girl like you, I knew I couldn't have been your only admirer," he said. I smiled. Richard was really sweet. He deserved better.

  "Well I'll see you in class," I said.

  "See you."

  I sighed as I started walking again. As I trekked up the hill home, I texted Gemma to find out where she was. When she texted me back saying that she was in the apartment I groaned. I was hoping she'd be gone. I entered the apartment building and then went up the steps to our floor. I tried to think of a way to get rid of Gemma as I unlocked the apartment door. When I walked in, she was putting on her jacket.

  "Where are you going?" I asked her. She grinned at me.

  "On a date," she said smugly. I looked dumbfounded.

  "With who?" I demanded.

  "With Sharon," she told me. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Gemma's eyes dropped down to my ring. Now it was her jaws turn to drop as she grabbed my hand to get a better look.

  "Whoa! Who gave you this bad boy?" She asked.

  "A friend," I answered vaguely. Gemma raised an eyebrow skeptically and put her hands on her hips.

  "I'm your friend and I'm not buying you diamond rings," she pointed out. Before I could say anything else, her phone began ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the screen, smiling big when she saw who it was. She looked back up at me. "I've gotta go but we'll definitely talk about this later. Hello?" She said answering her phone and opening the door.

  "Have fun on your date!" I called after her as she left. I pulled out my phone and called Professor Moore. "Where are you?" I demanded when he answered.

  "I'm almost to your building," he answered. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was a close one. Luckily Professor Moore hadn't run into Gemma because that could've been disastrous. "I'm parking around the corner now," he said, interrupting my thoughts.

  "Ok, I'm coming downstairs now," I told him. I left the apartment and ran down the stairs. When I opened the front door of the building and looked out, I saw Professor Moore walking toward me. I smiled and he smiled back. I held the door open for him and he followed me inside and up the stairs to my apartment. As we walked inside the apartment, I hoped that he wouldn't recognize anything from those pictures I had sent him. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of the living room as fast as I could but I couldn't stop him from looking around.

  "Let's go to my room before my roommate gets back," I told him. He let me drag him into my bedroom and I shut the door behind us. When he started looking around my room, I blushed. "Sorry it's a mess in here, I wasn't expecting to have company," I told him. He smiled at me reassuringly and took off his jacket.

  Professor Moore looked curious and that worried me. If curiosity killed the cat, I was the cat. I couldn't afford to have him looking around and looking too closely at things. I walked up to him and kissed him, pushing him down onto my bed and straddling him. I didn't waste any time pulling his dick out and moving my panties to the side. I was already wet so he just slid right in gasping as I sighed.

  "Fuck," he said long and slow. I smiled and rode him just as slow, grinding my hips on him as he smacked my ass. I leaned forward and kissed him. Our tongues danced with our eyes locked. I felt like I was on a cloud. This was the first time we ever had sex in a bed. I bounced up and down on his dick making my ass jiggle. When he smacked it, I bit my lip and bounced faster. He was loving it. He let his head lean back into the pillows and I wrapped my hand around his neck, choking him. I leaned forward and licked his Adam's apple. Professor Moore grabbed me by the hips, pumping himself in and out of me harder and faster. I pulled my shirt off and then my bra, letting my breasts bounce to the beat. Professor Moore grabbed me around the neck and choked me while he spanked me. He slid his thumb in my mouth for me to suck as I began to come. I came hard and fast. As I came, he quickly flipped me over and took me from the back. Professor Moore pounded into me. I arched my back, throwing my ass back at him. He spanked me hard then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. The headboard was slapping the wall in rhythm with his strokes. We were loud, but I was still able to hear the front door open.

  Gemma was back already?! I thought incredulously. And from the sound of it, she wasn't alone! My heart skipped a beat. I was barely aware of Professor Moore coming loud and hard inside of me. I laid down when he collapsed beside me. He was asleep on impact. I was barely breathing as I listened to every sound. I could hear Gemma and Sharon talking in the kitchen. My heart was pounding. Professor Moore started snoring softly beside me. All I could think was how crazy this all was. How did I possibly think that I could get away with this?! I was tired, but I wasn't stupid. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to my door, locking it. Just in case, I thought. Gemma never came into my room without knocking but I wasn't taking any chances. I returned to bed and lie on my stomach, trying to calm down. I listened for Gemma and Sharon and heard them go into Gemma's room. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I feared that I might have a heart attack and die. Soon I heard moaning. They were fucking! I laughed quietly to myself. This was fucking insane! I pulled the covers from under Professor Moore and covered us with them before snuggling up to him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight. I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that everything would be alright so that I could go to sleep. I slipped into a dreamless sleep. I didn't wake up until I felt Professor Moore moving beside me. I opened my eyes. He was sitting up at the end of the bed, reaching for his boxers. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

  "Where are you going?" I asked.

  "I need to use the bathroom," he told me.

  All I could say was, "oh." He put on his boxers and stood up. Then turned around to look at me.

  "Is your roommate back?" He asked me. I nodded. "I'll be quick." I swallowed. My stomach started to hurt as he walked towards the locked door. "Which way is the bathroom?" He asked me. I pointed to the right. He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. He tried to open it, then realized it was locked. It took him a few moments to get it unlocked but he did.

  "I love you!" I exclaimed before he left the room. He turned to look at me and smiled, then he walked over to the bed and kissed me.

  "I love you too," He told. "I'll be right back." He opened the door and walked out, leaving it cracked behind him. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I laid back in the pillows and stared at the ceiling. Then I heard another door open. Gemma's! My eyes darted to my cracked door. I saw mother fucking Sharon walk past! I began having a mini panic attack. She knocked on the bathroom door. Professor Moore called out "just a minute!" She didn't walk back past. She must've been waiting in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I tried to come up with a plan for damage control but I was drawing a blank. I couldn't think. Every moment that passed, felt like a lifetime. I heard the bathroom door open and Professor Moore finally walked back into my room, closing the door behind him. Relief washed over me and I could finally breathe easy. This was exhausting. I sat up and looked at Professor Moore.

  "I should probably get going," he told. I merely nodded. I simply didn't have the energy. While I watched, him get dressed, I listened for Sharon. I heard the bathroom door open and close, then the door to Gemma's room opened and closed. I got out of bed and threw on an oversized t-shirt to walk Professor Moore out in. As I led him to the front door, he smacked my ass, making it jiggle and me giggle. I turned and kissed him goodbye. I just wanted him gone at this point!

  "I love you," he told me.

  "I love you too."

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sp; We hugged and he left. Nothing made me feel better than being able to close the door behind him! I turned around and leaned back against it closing my eyes. I needed another nap. As I stepped away from the door, I heard Gemma's door open and the sound of her and Sharon talking as they walked out. As they were entering the living room, there was a knock at the door. I froze as all the blood drained from my face. No. This wasn't happening. It wasn't him, it had to be someone else. Gemma and Sharon were now in the living room, fully dressed, ready to go.

  "Hey Dahlia!" Sharon greeted me. I forced a smile.

  "Hey, how are you?" I asked. There was a knock at the door a second time.

  "Is there someone at the door?" Gemma asked me.

  "Uh.." I turned to the door and looked through the peephole. Sure, enough, it was Professor Moore standing on the other side. I cracked the door open just enough for me to slide through. "You have to go!" I muttered to him.

  "I know, but I think that I left my wallet in your room," he told me. My mind was racing.

  "I'll go find it and bring it out to you," I told him.

  "Ok," he agreed. I exhaled. My heart couldn't take much more of this. Professor Moore was turning to leave when the front door opened, and there stood Sharon. My body turned to ice. They both looked at each other with disbelief and confusion.

  "Marquise?"

  "Sharon?"

  "You guys know each other?" Gemma was now standing in the doorway.

  "Yea, this is my husband," Sharon said, looking from Professor Moore to me, her expression changing.

  "And you're the girl from the pictures," Professor Moore said looking at Gemma.

  "What pictures?" Gemma asked.

  "Marquise what are you doing here?" Sharon demanded still looking back and forth between Professor Moore and I.

  "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He shot back. Sharon wasn't listening, she was staring at me. She looked down at my ring. She looked as though she wanted to sucker punch me.

  "Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Gemma shouted.

  "You're fucking my wife!" Professor Moore shouted back. The situation was escalating out of control and I was finding it hard to believe. Everything was going dark. I put my hand on the wall to try and keep my balance. I was slipping. Everyone turned their attention to me.

  "Dahlia!" Gemma and Professor Moore exclaimed simultaneously. The last thing I saw was Gemma and Professor Moore reaching for me and Sharon glaring at me.

  When I came to, I was in my bed, but I wasn't alone. Gemma was sitting on the edge of my bed glaring at me. As soon as she saw that my eyes were open, she demanded, "what the fuck was that about?"

  "What was what?" I asked weakly.

  "Don't play stupid with me Dahlia!" Gemma snapped. The way that she was looking at me was kind of scary.

  "Well, what do you want to know?" I asked dryly. Gemma looked up at the ceiling and put her fingertips on her temples.

  "I don't even know where to begin. So, let's start there. At the beginning. How do you know Sharon's husband?"

  "He's my Figure Drawing professor," I answered.

  "Are you sleeping with him?" She asked.

  "No," I answered with a straight face. Gemma stared at me long and hard with a look of disbelief and subtle hostility.

  "Then what was he doing here?"

  "Looking for his wife." With every answer, Gemma was getting more and more angry.

  "How did he know that she was here?"

  "I have no idea." Gemma looked as though she wanted to slap me.

  "So who was the guy that was here earlier?" She asked.

  "What guy?" Gemma's hands balled into fists.

  "The one who was using the bathroom! The one who you were fucking when I came home with Sharon!" She screamed at me.

  "Oh, that was Richard," I said nonchalantly. The way that the lies were just rolling off my tongue was unbelievable even to me. I almost wanted to laugh but I knew that Gemma might kill me.

  "Richard gave you that ring?" She asked me. I nodded. Gemma narrowed her eyes into slits and brought her face close to mine. "I know that you're lying. I know that you are more involved than you are leading me to believe and I'm going to find out what's really going on," she said. Then she got up and left my room, slamming the door behind her. Gemma was scary, but I didn't think that she would find out anything and if she continued seeing Sharon, she would only make it easier for me to be with Professor Moore. Professor Moore! I grabbed my phone. He had texted, called, and left voicemails. I decided to read the text messages first. They read:

  ‘Are you ok?? What happened?’

  ‘I'm so sorry! Please forgive me?’

  ‘I hope that you are alright.’

  ‘Please, call me when you get these messages.’

  His voicemails said about the same things. He didn't know what was going on! Now, I laughed. Hysterically. Until tears fell from my eyes. Until Gemma yelled at me to shut the hell up. I think that I was actually going insane. I called Professor Moore. He answered on the first ring.

  "Hey, are you ok?" He asked me as soon as he answered the phone.

  "Yea, I'm fine. How are you?" I asked him.

  "I'm alright. I'm sorry about all that. This is a mess," he said.

  "It's not your fault," I told him. I started thinking, and wondered how he didn't suspect me. "How are things with your wife?" There was a pause.

  "She's staying at her mother’s house," he told me. There was another pause. "So you knew that she was seeing your roommate all along?" I bit my lip.

  "Yea," I admitted.

  "So, that's how you got the pictures? You took them?" He asked me. Tears sprung up in my eyes.

  "Yes," I answered.

  "How'd you know she was my wife?" He asked me. I weighed the question over in my mind.

  "She told us," I answered.

  "So your roommate knew that she was married and she slept with her anyway?! While you took pictures?!" He yelled. Then he hung up on me. I fell back onto the pillows. Everything was unraveling and I didn't know how to fix it. My stomach growled. On top of everything, I was hungry. I checked the time on my phone. Dinner time. I got up and out of bed and got dressed. The rest of the apartment was quiet when I left my room. The door to Gemma's room was shut. I didn't know if she was here or not and I didn't really want to find out. I left the apartment and walked to the dining hall alone. When I got there, it was crowded. I scanned the place for Gemma, but I didn't see her. I got in line and grabbed two slices of pepperoni pizza, then went to get some soda. With my tray in hand, I tried to find an empty table, but there were none. Then I saw Richard smiling and waving me over. I grinned, happy that he was happy to see me. I made my way over to join him.

  "Hey," I said once I was seated.

  "Hey," he said. "How's it going?" I wished that I could tell him. Anybody! Keeping everything to myself was destroying me! I really wished that I could tell Gemma. We were supposed to be friends and I hadn't been a friend to her lately. All of a sudden, I was crying. Richard looked alarmed. "Are you alright?" I couldn't speak so I just shook my head. My body shook with silent sobs. Richard grabbed a bunch of napkins and handed them to me. I wiped my face and took a sip of my soda.

  "I'm fine," I told him but he was not convinced.

  "You look anything but fine," he said. He looked so concerned that it made me start crying all over again. I didn't deserve it! I didn't deserve to have everyone worrying about me!

  "I'm sorry," I said through sobs. He just handed me more napkins.

  "You don't have to apologize. It's ok," he assured me, but I knew that it wasn't ok. I was a bad person and I had fucked over and lied to all of these people. Used all of these people. I deserved to cry. I deserved worse! My phone started ringing in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. Professor Moore was calling me.

  "I've got to take this," I said, sniffling and wiping my face. Richard nodded understandingly. I stood up and pressed 'Answer' as I walke
d away from the table.

  "Hello?" I answered. There was no answer. "Hello?" I repeated.

  "I want to know everything and if you can't be honest with me then you will never hear from me again, understood?" Professor Moore said in a grave voice. I was out in the hall where no one could hear. I stood off to the side by a plant and a window. I nodded.

  "Yes, I understand," I answered. When he didn't say anything else, I took a deep breath. "When I found out that you were married, I was devastated. I would have never slept with you or even pursued you or tempted you in any kind of way if I had known. I'm not like that. When I left your office that day, I ran into your wife and accidentally took her phone. I gave it to my roommate to give to her while I went to class, only I had no intentions of going to class. My roommate invited your wife in for tea. I stole ecstasy pills from my roommate’s room and slipped it in their tea. When they started hooking up, I took the pictures," I said. I could hear him breathing heavily so I paused.

  "You drugged my wife?!" He roared.

  "Yes," I said quietly.

  "You're fuckin crazy! Are you out of your mind?!" He shouted. I cringed and looked out the window. Maybe. "Why?" He asked. I was quiet. "Why did you do it?!" He demanded.

  "Because I thought that if given the opportunity, your wife would cheat too and you'd definitely get a divorce!" I spit the words out as quickly as I could. A sob erupted from my chest, tears refilled my eyes.

  "I can't believe this. You've destroyed my marriage," he accused me. I crumpled to the floor, sobbing. Professor Moore hung up on me. I had fucked everything up and now everyone hated me. I heard footsteps and a shadow was cast over me. When I looked up, Richard was standing over me holding a plate wrapped in napkins. He held out his hand to me.

  "Let me walk you home," he said. I took his hand and he helped me stand up.

  "What's in the plate?" I asked him as we walked out the building.

  "Your pizza," he told me. I smiled.

  "Why are you so nice?" I asked him. He smiled and shrugged.