Train Me

by Mia Ford

  "I don't know," he answered. As we walked, I thought about how easy things could be if I loved Richard instead of Professor Moore. But I didn't love Richard and things were damn near impossible.

  When we got to my apartment building, Richard handed me the plate.

  "Thank you, for all of this," I said with a smile.

  "You're welcome. I hope you feel better," he told me. We hugged and he started walking back to campus. I was just about to go inside when I noticed someone watching me from a car parked in front of my building. It was Professor Moore.

  I stood on the outside of the building and waited for Marquise to get out of his car and approach me. When he got close enough, I could see that he too had been crying.

  The first thing that came out of his mouth was, "hanging out with your little boyfriend?" I rolled my eyes.

  "He's not my boyfriend. He's just a nice person. He might be the only friend that I have left," I said.

  "Well, who's fault is that?" He asked me. I shifted uncomfortably. I hoped that he hadn't come here just to make me feel worse. "Why'd you, do it?"

  "Do what?"

  "All of it? The panties. Breaking into my office. Drugging my wife? Everything!" He said, throwing his hands up. I shrugged.

  "I don't know! I've never done anything like this! I've never felt this way before," I told him.

  "I guess, I just want to know that it wasn't all for nothing. That all the destruction and pain aren't in vain. I want to be more than just a casualty," he said. The way he was looking at me was breaking my heart. I had hurt him and I felt terrible for it! I felt like crying, but to cry now, in front of him, felt selfish. I had hurt him and now I was the one crying. I didn't want to make him feel bad for me. I didn't want anyone else trying to comfort me when I didn't deserve it. "I met with my lawyer today. My wife was served divorce papers," he continued.

  "I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I'm sorry for the pain that you are feeling and for the way I did things. But I'm glad you're getting a divorce. I want to be with you. You belong with me," I told him.

  "You're the craziest person I've ever met. But I've got to admit, no one’s ever gone to these lengths for me. A part of me thinks that you're trouble. And you are. You're dangerous. You could ruin me if you wanted to. But I made you a promise and I meant it. I love you Dahlia," he said,

  "I love you too Marquise!" He opened his arms to me and I almost jumped into them. It felt so good to be back in his embrace. We stood like that for a while, just holding each other. It was getting dark out and the temperature was dropping but his arms kept me warm. We pulled back and he tried to kiss me but I stopped him.

  "What if someone sees us?" I asked him.

  "Then they'll have been lucky enough to witness true love," he said. I grinned and we kissed. His kisses warmed me inside and I didn't want him to leave.

  "Do you want to come inside?" I asked.

  "Do you think that's a good idea?" He asked back. I shrugged and frowned, then smiled once more.

  "Probably not, but I want you to come inside anyway," I told him. We let each other go, only to hold hands as we went inside. We didn't let go as we went upstairs or when we entered the apartment. It was dark inside with no lights on, and quiet. I closed the door, turned on the living room light, and set down the plate of pizza on the coffee table. I didn't think that Gemma was home. Before we could do anything else, there was a pounding on the door. Alarmed, I checked the peephole but whoever was on the other side had it covered. I called through the door, "who is it?" There was no answer. Whoever it was, just pounded again. Professor Moore stood beside me as I opened it. I gasped when I saw who was on the other side. It was Sharon and she was a mess! Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and she smelled as though she had been drinking. As soon as the door opened wide enough, she lunged at me. We both went tumbling to the ground.

  "You fucking bitch! I knew you were fucking him!" She growled through gritted teeth as she attempted to wrap her hands around my neck. Professor Moore pulled her off of me before things could escalate any further. "This bitch set me up!" She yelled and spit on me. It landed on my shirt. I was so disgusted that before I could even think about it, I cocked back and slapped her as hard as I could. She struggled against Professor Moore's arm trying to get to me. He had to restrain her with one arm and keep me back with the other.

  "This bitch set me up!" She shouted.

  "Calm down!" Professor Moore yelled.

  "No! She set me up and ruined our marriage!" She screamed. We glared at each other. She was panting and bucking like a wild animal. Sharon wanted to get to me in the worst way.

  "I would have never done that if she hadn't drugged me! Yea, Gemma told me what you did!" She said. My eyebrows shot up my forehead. I couldn't believe that Gemma had told her. "I should press charges!"

  "Calm down!" Professor Moore repeated. She took deep breaths but spit at me again. This time it landed on the floor at my feet. Sharon started sobbing.

  "Don't do this Marquise! Don't let her destroy us! You know that she set me up!" She cried.

  In a calm, quiet voice, Professor Moore asked, "did she set you up when you continued to see and sleep with her roommate? Were you on drugs this whole time?" Sharon didn't say anything.

  "Do you love her?" She asked. Professor Moore didn't answer right away. "Do you love her?!" She shouted.

  "Yes!" Professor Moore's deep loud voice boomed, filling the whole apartment. "I am in love with her. And I want a divorce." Sharon's body went limp. Defeated, she grabbed a bunch of papers out of her purse and tossed them on the floor where her spit had landed.

  "There! There's your fucking divorce!" She snapped. "I just wanted to hear you say it. Let me go!" She demanded. Professor Moore released her and stood between her and I, blocking her from being able to reach me. Sharon stood up, straightened her clothes, and patted down her hair. "A match made in hell," she said before turning to go. Professor Moore shut and locked the door behind her. Then he bent down and picked up the signed divorce papers, wiping the spit off on his leg. Professor Moore sighed and plopped down on the couch. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap then moved my hair to check my neck before kissing it.

  "Are you alright?" He asked me. I nodded and leaned back onto his chest.

  "Yea, I'm just tired," I answered. Tired was an understatement. I was exhausted! "I'm going to take a shower," I told him and stood up. He stood up with me.

  "Can I join you?" He asked me, putting his hands around my waist. "Let's remove this first," he said lifting up my shirt. I raised my arms and helped him pull it off me. We started making our way to the bathroom. Professor Moore threw the shirt in the trash on our way. When we were in the hallway, Professor Moore pushed me up against the wall and put his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. As we kissed, we helped each other undress until we were both naked. Professor Moore tried to have sex with me right there in the hallway but I slipped past him giggling as he chased me the rest of the way into the bathroom. I turned on the warm water, letting it run into the tub before turning on the shower head. I climbed into the tub first and Professor Moore climbed in after. I only had one sponge so we'd have to share.

  I lathered the sponge up with body wash and bathed Professor Moore. I took my time washing his back, remembering the first time that I saw it. I hugged him from behind, resting my face against his soapy back while I washed his chest. He felt so strong, so solid! We stood that way for a few moments. I didn't want to let him go. He took the sponge out of my hand and spun around in my arms to wash my back while I continued to hold him. I looked up at him, wrapped my lips around his bottom lip and sucked on it. Professor Moore let the sponge fall to the floor of the bathtub so that he could grab two handfuls of my ass. He slid his tongue in my mouth and his hands back and forth over my soapy ass. One of his hands reached up and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my head back and elongating my neck. Professor Moore’s mouth kissed down from my lips, over my jawbone and onto
my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as Professor Moore was making his way down. His tongue licked over my hard nipples and down my flat stomach. When he licked the tender flesh where my thighs met my pelvis, I gasped. I lifted my leg up onto the edge of the bathtub as he continued his descent. He sucked and licked my inner thighs then teased the outer lips of my pussy before licking my inner lips from bottom to top. I sighed and grabbed his wet hair. Water sprayed down on my back, dropping off of me and onto him. He put his warm mouth on my clit causing me to shudder and purr. My clit was so sensitive and the intensity of him suckling it made me try to push away, but he held onto my thighs and kept sucking.

  "Oh my God," I moaned, tossing my head back. I stopped trying to push him away and instead pulled him closer by his hair. His wide tongue licked my pussy then slid inside of it. I kept his head steady as I rode his face. His hand slid up my thigh and I felt his thumb slide inside of me as his mouth returned to my clit.

  "Oh!" I cried out as I ground my body on his face and thumb. He could tell that I was about to come because he went faster, his mouth and thumb working together to bring me to climax.

  "Oh yes!" I exclaimed as my body went stiff, the orgasm taking over my body and making my legs shake. Professor Moore kept on sucking my clit, his thumb soaked from my orgasm. When I was done, I went limp and all I wanted was sleep. I felt a little guilty for leaving Professor Moore satisfied but he seemed to understand. He turned off the water and handed me my towel then he took one of our extra towels to dry himself with. We left the steamy bathroom wrapped in towels and went into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. I didn't even care if I was dry. I collapsed in a heap on my bed and crawled under the covers, tossing the towel on the floor. My bed felt so good and warm! I snuggled my pillow and closed my eyes.

  Professor Moore turned off the light and climbed into the bed behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his body against my back, his hard dick stabbing me in the back. I smiled but didn't move. He slid his dick between my legs, then back and forth against my pussy, making a wet sound. I was still wet. We both knew what he wanted and I knew that if I gave it to him, I could finally go to sleep, so I tooted my ass up so that his dick was pointing directly at my pussy and let him slide in. I gasped as he entered, instantly feeling more awake and aroused. Maybe he wouldn't be coming alone after all. He flipped me onto my stomach, until I was pressed flat into the bed. I arched my back and poked my ass up while he straddled me. Professor Moore slid inside me and he felt so delicious that I licked my lips. He held my ass cheeks as he slowly slid in and out of me. I poked my ass up higher so that he could go deeper. He started going faster and deeper. Professor Moore grabbed my hair and pulled, making me arch my back even more. Then he licked my ear and I whimpered in delight. I turned my head to the side and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed wet and sloppy as he stroked. I was loving this position and from the sounds of his moans, so was he.

  "Omg I love you so much!" He exclaimed as he pumped harder making my ass jiggle. I could tell that he was about to come because he was going so hard and fast that I couldn't think. He was hitting my spot and I cried out as I squirted! He was caught off guard but kept going, squeezing my ass as he came inside of me. We were quiet. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing.

  "Did you just squirt?" He finally asked. I smiled and blushed into the pillow.

  "Yes," I told him. He slowly slid out of me and climbed off the bed. I turned my head to the other side to watch him crack the window, letting the cool night air in. He crawled back into the bed to lie down on his back beside me. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

  "I've never experienced that before. That was amazing," he said. I smiled and closed my eyes. I finally felt at peace.

  "I love you," I murmured.

  "I love you too," he told me. I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the wind outside my window.

  Professor Moore's divorce was long and exhausting. Sharon was out for blood. The only way she wouldn't file a police report against me for the drugs was because they were Gemma's but even that had barely stopped her. Professor Moore had to let her keep the house. Gemma had moved out of the apartment leaving me alone with the lease and the full rent. She didn't tell me where she was moving to but I suspected that she was staying with Sharon. Since I now had an empty room available, Professor Moore moved in and we split the rent. I dropped Figure Drawing 101 with Professor Moore and took it over winter break with a different professor. We didn't want to take the chance of someone accusing him of special treatment toward me. Since I was no longer his student, he asked that I cease calling him professor, although I found it endearing.

  With everything that had transpired, I had done a pretty good job at keeping it all private, but I couldn't hide the fact that Gemma had moved out from my mom. When my mom found out that Gemma had moved out and left me with the rent she was concerned. When I told her that I already had a new roommate and it was a man, she demanded to come check on me. Growing up, I had never known my father. He died when I was only two years old. I barely remembered him and ever since his death, my mother had raised me all by herself. Being a single mother had made her strong and very protective. It had always just been us so my mom and I were very close. So, when she told me that she would be coming over the following weekend, I was more than a little nervous. When I told Marquise, he seemed nervous too. He was recently divorced, old enough to be my father, and he was a professor at my school; most parents would see these as red flags. I saw it in his face that we were both thinking the same thing so I put on a reassuring smile and placed my hand on his.

  "Don't worry, I'm sure my mom will love you," I told him, but I was trying to convince myself. My mom was an older woman and with this being said, she wasn’t that much older than Marquise. I would be graduating soon and I wanted both of them to be there supporting me so I needed this visit to go as well as it could.

  As the time approached for my mom to arrive, butterflies filled my stomach and I just couldn't relax. Marquise and I tried to act normally but there was an air of apprehension hovering right above us. Marquise had made a home cooked meal to celebrate my mom’s arrival that had taken him all day to prepare. When she called to tell me that she was outside, my heart skipped a beat. I felt conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I had missed my mom and it had been difficult going through all this drama without being able to talk to her about any of it. On the other hand, I was afraid that she wouldn't approve of me and Marquise's relationship. I valued my mom’s opinion highly and it would be devastating if she told me that she didn't feel that Marquise was right for me.

  I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans as I ran down the stairs to get her. When I opened the door, and saw her for the first time in months, a grin spread across my face and my eyes filled with joy.

  "There's my pretty girl!" She greeted me with a grin just as big, her arms outstretched to embrace me. She hugged me long and tight. It felt good to be in my mom’s arms. I almost felt like a little girl again. I was a spitting image of my mom, just a younger version. I got my blonde hair and clear blue eyes from her, as well as my smile. My mom looked really good. She worked out and was really fit, so if she wanted to, she could probably beat Marquise up. She held me at arm’s length to get a good look at me, and then she noticed my promise ring. She pulled it up close to her face, staring at it.

  "This is real!" She exclaimed. I blushed and smiled sheepishly.

  "Yea," I said simply. She turned her intense stare on me.

  "Who gave you this?" She asked me.

  "My boyfriend," I answered. Her eyes widened and her brows rose.

  "Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend and you didn't tell me? A boyfriend who can afford diamond rings at that! We have a lot of catching up to do! Where's your apartment?" She asked looking around.

  "On the second floor," I told her as I led her upstairs. My stomach was doing flips as we approached my door. When I opened it, we we
re immediately confronted by the delicious aroma of dinner.

  "Mmmm, it smells good in here," my mom said sounding pleasantly surprised as we walked in and I closed the door behind us. "Did you cook?" She asked me. Before I could answer, Marquise came walking out of the kitchen, removing an oven mitten from his hand.

  "No, I did. I'm Marquise," he said with a smile as he held out his hand to my mom. My mom looked caught off guard as she stared at Marquise and shook his hand.

  "Hello Marquise, I'm Monica, Dahlia's mom," she said politely. I had a smile plastered to my face as I watched helplessly from the side. "So, what did you cook?" She asked.

  "Come find out, dinner is ready and will be served in the kitchen," Marquise announced as he turned around and walked back into the kitchen. My eyes were on my mother but she paid me no mind as she stood up and followed Marquise into the kitchen with me following her. My mom sat down at the table but I hesitated.

  "I'll set the table," I said.

  "No no no. Sit. This is my jurisdiction," Marquise said. I sat down beside my mom. I couldn't read her. I had no idea what she was thinking and that scared me. Marquise set the table and placed the food in the center. There was a carved turkey, baked macaroni and cheese, broccoli, and mashed potatoes. "Dig in!" Marquise declared. My mom began helping herself, then I made my plate and finally Marquise fixed himself a plate of food. For some reason, Marquise and I were waiting for my mom to eat before we started eating. She stabbed a piece of turkey, brought it to her lips, opened her mouth and closed it around the fork. She removed the fork and we watched her chew.

  When she finished chewing, she swallowed and finally spoke.

  "This is delicious!" She said. "I'm impressed! How did you make the turkey? I've never tasted a turkey this juicy!" Marquise looked pleased with himself.

  "Thank you, thank you! I cooked it in a crock pot for twelve hours," he told her. At this, my mom looked genuinely impressed.

  "And what was the occasion?" She asked.