by Hailey Smoke
9
Juliet
Any time I found myself with time during the mid-term break, my thoughts went to that night in the office. My thoughts often went to what could have possibly happened if we had not been interrupted. It was hard to ignore the press of Henry’s body against mine. I had no idea what had possessed me even to touch him in the first place. One moment I was smoothing back his hair, wondering what it would feel like if I bent my head to his. The next moment he was on his feet and seemed to have read my mind as he pressed his lips to mine. I had not been able to stifle my moans as it had been a few weeks of wanting that was now being realized. When I felt his fingers in my hair, I knew I was a goner, and he could have bent me over his desk and taken me right there. But the janitor had interrupted. We had barely had enough time to scamper back to our desks before the door had been pushed open.
Even after the janitor left, we had remained in our seats, working. About an hour later, we had completed the task and were ready for Monday morning. We had packed silently, and he had escorted me to my car as he usually did when we worked late. Not one word had passed between us since we were interrupted. In the parking lot, he had stood by as I opened the back door and checked the seat before putting in my bag. My heart had been beating hard with a fair amount of uncertainty. As I had turned to bid him goodnight, I had almost breathed a sigh of relief to feel his lips press gently against mine, albeit briefly.
“Drive safely,” he had whispered in my eat then stepped back. He had closed my door as usual, before walking to his truck. Our norm had become him escorting me home, and nothing had changed. I honked my horn as my gate swung open, and he drove by on his way home.
When I went in on Monday, it was business as usual for the most part. But we could both sense that something had changed between us. The air crackled with expectations whenever we were in the office alone. But we remained professional and went about our daily tasks as usual. There was never another kiss, but we both felt the energy that moved between us.
The week after the mid-term flew by. We presented the update at the department meeting with favorable feedback and decided to celebrate by ordering Chinese food on Friday afternoon. Henry surprised me by pulling up a movie on his laptop, and I moved my chair next to his. Halfway through the movie, his phone rang. I put the movie on pause while he answered. It was from the department chair, Dr. Lee. He put the call on speaker.
“Arleigh.”
“Henry! Are you still in your office?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be over in a minute.”
As the call was disconnected, I moved the remains of my meal, and my chair back to my desk and proceeded to pack my bag.
“Are you leaving? The movie isn’t over.”
“I don’t want to be in the way with your conversation.”
He shook his head. Take out a book, pretend to write, do something. But we are finishing this movie.”
I had barely taken out my notebook and turned it on before there was a sharp rap on the door, and Dr. Lee entered. He was a short, stout man with a shock of grey hair that seemed always to be standing on end. He had a brilliant mind and was touted as one of the best the university had.
“Hello there, Juliet! I’m glad you are here as well. It would save me from having to speak twice. “
I looked up and closed my notebook.
Dr. Lee looked from Henry to me and back again. My heart started to thud. Had someone somehow found out about Henry and me kissing, and the chair had come to address the matter?
“How would you both like to go away next weekend?”
We remained silent, staring at him.
“Well?”
Henry spoke on our behalf. “A few details would be nice, sir.”
“Hillel College is having a Literature symposium. Word got out that we have been using the Munro approach, and we have been asked to make a presentation on the subject of the blended curriculum. The invitation is for two, and as the two persons working on the project together, I propose that you both go. So, are you game?”
I looked at Henry, and he looked at me.
“If Miss Hudson is fine, so am I.”
“Well, Professor Arleigh, as the person who created the curriculum, I would have to take my lead from you, sir.” I nodded and gave a slight smile.
He nodded in return and looked at Dr. Lee. “I guess next week this time, we will be at Hillel College.”
Dr. Lee left shortly afterward. I moved my chair and meal back to his desk, and we finished watching the movie. A few minutes in, I found my body leaning toward his. He draped his arm around my shoulders, and my head rested comfortably on his shoulder. When the movie ended, he started another.
It was well after six when we finally left the office. He gave me the briefest of kisses in the office before we exited. We stayed at least arm’s length apart as we were not sure who may still be around and catch us in any questionable physical interaction. In the parking lot, he placed me in my car as usual and escorted me to my gate.
I was undressed and waiting to head to the shower. But I waited. I was not disappointed when the phone chimed.
I’m home.
I quickly texted back.
Great. About to shower. Have a great weekend!
I grabbed a clean towel and fresh clothing and was about to go to the bathroom when the phone chimed again.
Lucky shower…
I blushed at the insinuation behind the text. Suffice it to say that I grinned through my shower.
The next week seemed to fly by on wings and, before we knew it, Thursday evening was upon us. All week I had wondered how we would travel to and from the symposium. Hillel College was a two-hour drive away. It would have been easy to travel in one vehicle, but our family situation would not look favorably on such an arrangement. We had tacitly agreed that whenever the family brought up any mention of us working together as enemies, we would brush it aside, giving as little information as was needed. It was going to be hard for either of us to say, “Oh, by the way, we’re going out of town together for a symposium and driving in one vehicle.” So leaving one vehicle behind at home or even at one of our siblings would raise a fair amount of suspicion. Leaving one back at the campus was also not a possibility. It was not until Thursday morning that Henry texted and told me he had found a solution for leaving one vehicle. We would park my car at his mechanic and travel in his truck. It would be safe until we returned Sunday evening.
I packed carefully and lightly. His eyebrows went up when he saw a tiny overnight bag.
“Are the other bags in your trunk?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You are a woman going away for the weekend, and you’re taking only ONE bag!?”
I glared at him, “And?”
He held up his hand in mock surrender. “Nothing. I just find it strange. That’s all.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, “I brought it in as I don’t relish the idea of my toiletries and cosmetics baking in my hot car all morning.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. I did the same.” He pointed to his overnight case beside his desk.
We got through the morning quickly, and before we knew it, we were leaving my car at the mechanic with a copy of the keys just in case it had to be moved. He helped me up into the cab of his truck, and we were off. It was nearly two-thirty when we arrived at the Hudson Towers Hotel, where the symposium was being held. We looked at each other and laughed. I was practically wiping tears from my eyes.
“Can you subject yourself to sleeping in the enemy’s camp?”
“As long as I’m sleeping with such a pretty enemy, I’ll sleep anywhere.”
My mouth fell open as the double meaning in his words his home. I swallowed.
He grabbed my hand and gave it a quick peck before exiting the vehicle. He came around to help me down, and we grabbed our bags and proceeded to check into our one-bedroom suite. There was a pullout bed in the living room section, so we ea
ch had a private space.
We freshened up and headed downstairs to a session that started at four. At six, we were back in the room. We showered and threw on jeans and shirts before heading back downstairs in search of dinner. We stopped by the receptionist, who pointed us in the direction of Main Street, where a variety of restaurants could be found. We had not walked for more than three minutes before I heard Henry guffaw. He bent over double as he laughed uncontrollably.
“Henry, what on earth is the matter?”
“Look!” He pointed to a building on the other side of the street.
I looked. All I saw was a quaint restaurant painted in earth tones. It had a huge B blinking in the front window. I held my hands out in confusion.
“What?”
“You don’t get it, do you.”
“No.”
He shook his head and wiped at the tears of laughter, which had come streaming down his cheeks.
“My sweet Juliet. If I’m going to sleep with the enemy, you’re going to eat with the enemy. That’s one of the Arleigh franchises.”
“Ooooooh!” I stifled a giggle. It was indeed funny.
We crossed the street and soon found ourselves seated by a window where we could watch people as they walked by. Our meal was delicious and, before we knew it, we were paying the bill and on our way. We walked around a bit and soon found ourselves at a pier. We watched as the evening sun sank beneath the horizon, giving way to the moon and stars. I leaned against his shoulder as he draped his arm around me.
“Can you imagine what our families would do if they could see us now? An Arleigh and a Hudson, both sleeping in a Hudson and eating at a Arleigh? They would be having strokes and heart attacks.” He played with a loose tendril of my hair as he spoke.
“I must confess, though, Henry. I never gave this feud much thought until I realized I would be working with a Arleigh.”
“I think this feud is overrated. And I, for one, will not allow it to interfere with my personal life. Juliet, it must be obvious to you by now that I am attracted to you.”
“I am just as attracted to you, Henry. And if I’m to be honest, I am far more concerned with the professional implications than the family disapproval.”
“Same here. Like I recently told my sister Pam, I have only one life to live, and I am going to live it doing what makes me happy. And being with you makes me happy, Juliet. I knew I felt a vibe when we bumped into each other at the door.”
I smiled brightly and looked up at him. “Me too! I wanted to find a reason to step outside just to watch you walk away.”
He laughed. “We would have bumped into each other again. I was thinking of reasons to come back inside to see you.”
We both chuckled slightly. Then he grew serious. I moved my head towards him, even as his lips found mine. I sighed blissfully as he traced my lips with his tongue. It seemed like long moments after that, he raised his head. He sighed and pecked my lips once more.
“It’s getting late. We should be heading back. The first session is at eight tomorrow morning. I think our presentation is after the coffee break. We have time to catch a movie on cable if you’d like.”
I nodded. “That sounds like a plan.”
We walked hand in hand back to the hotel. In a few minutes, we were back in our suite. I used the bathroom first, changing into a nightshirt and socks as the room was a bit chilly. By the time he came to the living room, I was already scrolling through the channels. I averted my eyes from the hard plane of his torso and the patch of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
I scooted over slightly, making room for him on the couch, which would pull out to become his bed later. It was just a few minutes into the movie when I realized that I had been subconsciously rubbing his forearm, and he had been stroking my back. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. His eyes were staring straight into mine. There was no question of the desire that had been burning between us. As his head descended to find my lips once more, I leaned back, taking his body with me as I stretched out on the couch.
10
Henry
As soon as I felt Juliet stretch out underneath me, I knew it was a done deal. This had been building since that first kiss in the office.
I grasped her hands in mine and raised them above her head, pressing my body into hers. I wanted her to feel every inch of the effect she was having on me. I heard her gasp and felt her squirm against me, her body thrusting up against mine. I captured her mouth and kissed her deeply. Our tongues entwined as our hearts started to race out of control. We both knew what was about to happen and were powerless to stop it.
It was my turn to groan as I felt her legs spread beneath mine and come to wrap around my waist, giving me clear access to her core. I felt a heat soar between us. I held her hands above her head with one hand and used the other to trace a line down her cheek as I kissed her. I shifted my torso slightly, and my hand crept down to find the soft mound of her breast. I found the nipple through the fabric of the shirt and teased it with my thumb and forefinger until it was a stiff nub. I felt her tongue tremble, and her body undulate as I continued to pinch her nipple. I raised slightly and found the hem of her shirt. In one swift movement, I pulled it up and over her head. I quickly fastened my lips on her breast and was pleased to hear her cry out.
“Oh! Henry!”
I switched between her breasts, laving first one then the other until they were stiff, shiny peaks. My mouth found hers once more, and I ravished her, nibbling and biting her lips, swallowing her soft moans. One hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her panties. It was now my turn to tremble as my fingers encountered smooth skin. A shaved pussy was a huge turn on for me. As my hand slid further, I bit back a groan as I found her clit, hard and throbbing. I gave it a little pinch and felt her squirm. Lower still, my fingers found the pool of honey that I sought. She was soft and hot and oh so wet. I curved my fingers and found her entrance. With one movement, I drove two home and felt her arch into my touch. I moved swiftly, thrusting and stroking, all the time keeping my lips on hers and swallowing her moans and groans. She soon found her counterthrust rhythm. I picked up the pace, and she followed. When I felt her rhythm falter, I knew she was close. I thrust my fingers deeper and harder. Once. Twice. Thrice. On the third thrust, she bowed up and tore her mouth away from mine. She cried out on a choking sob.
“Ohh! Fuuuuuuuuck!!! Henry!”
I reveled in the wetness that flooded her pussy as she convulsed around my finger. I went still as she trembled in my embrace. Gently I withdrew my fingers and rolled off her. I registered her bewilderment, which then turned to understanding, as I scooped her into my arms and walked into the bedroom.
I laid her out and gently removed her underwear before removing my sweatpants. I was throbbing and ready to go. She parted her legs as I stretched out above her. I wanted to go slowly, but when I felt her hand grip me and pull me to her body, I lost it. It was now my turn to groan as I felt my body slip into hers. She was like an inferno!
Our bodies twisted and turned against each other as we found our rhythm. Our mouths fastened on each other as our tongues mimicked the movement of our bodies. I felt her legs tighten around me once again as she began to reach her peak. I kept my mouth on hers as she trembled violently in my embrace. I pressed into her hard and held myself still as she screamed into my mouth. I waited for her to catch her breath before rolling over and pushing her into a sitting position.
“Ride me, baby. Ride me and milk my cock.” I threw my head back as she rocked her hips and gripped me. “Oh yes, baby girl! Just like that!”
I closed my eyes and allowed her to take charge. I discovered that little Miss Juliet knew how to work a man over in bed. Over and over, she took me almost to the point of shooting my load, and then she would just stop and sit there, with the barest of internal quivers that were just enough to keep me on edge. The little vixen knew precisely what she was doing. It was a painful pleasure,
but one I welcomed. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her movements grow erratic. In teasing me, she had been teasing herself as well. She pulled me into a seated position, wrapping her arms and legs around me. She found my lips as she started to gyrate on me. From my position, she did most of the work. I held her close as her body moved swiftly against mine. I felt as if my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I felt all the nerves in my body pool in my groin. I gripped her ass and held her close to me as I felt the first pulse of my cock as I poured myself out in her.
“Fuck baby.”
She was not far behind me as she let out a long, low groan and trembled violently in my arms.
I slowly laid back on the bed, taking her with me. I allowed her to slump on me as she recovered. I maneuvered the sheet to cover our bodies, and we soon fell asleep.
The rest of the weekend passed by in almost a blur. We barely made it to the first session on time. We had made love a few more times throughout the night and barely woke up at seven. We somehow managed to make it through the day, delivering a stellar presentation that found us deep in conversation with other attendees afterward who were interested in finding out more about the blended curriculum project. We had a quick lunch and made it back to the afternoon session, which ended at six. Dinner and presentations of certificates of participation was at eight. We barely made it to that on time as I yielded to the temptation of jumping into the shower with Juliet.
