ChristopherI sipped the wine. โI do. I want to wait until after Olin graduates. I thought about going over the summer, but things between Olin and I were not in a good place. I didnโt trust him to ditch me in a foreign country and try to make it on his own.โShe laughed. โYouโre not being serious.โโI am being very serious. I donโt know if youโve ever raised a teenager, but damn, they are stubborn.โโI havenโt raised a teen, but I was a teen once.โI chuckled. โTrue. I donโt remember being quite so difficult.โShe scoffed. โI was horrible, at least thatโs what my many foster parents told me.โโI didnโt know.โโFew people do. Itโs not exactly something I advertise. Itโs in my past and thatโs where I leave all that baggage. It helped shape who I am, but it does not make me who I am.โI was impressed and proud. Sheโd done well for herself. โGood for you. Then you know what itโs like to have nothing.โโYes, I do. I think I appreciate everything just a bit more because of it.โI immediate
LeilaStanding naked before a man like Christopher was probably my biggest fear, but I wasnโt afraid. I felt daring and sexy and like I could conquer the world. His eyes devoured me. With every heated look I felt even sexier.โAre you going to let me see the goods or am I going to have to strip you myself?โ I asked in a husky voice.He slowly shook his head, reaching down to pull off his shirt. I watched, feeling like I was front row at my own personal Thunder from Down Under show. He didnโt stop until he was completely naked. My eyes roamed over his naked body. Damn. He was so damn hot. I couldnโt believe I was lucky enough to get to be with him.โI want you.โI smiled. โThatโs good because Iโm about ready to devour you.โHis nostrils flared. โThatโs exactly what I had in mind. Sit. There.โI looked behind me to where he had nodded his head. An accent chair was positioned in front of the fireplace. I gulped down the nerves and anxiousness and did what he asked, delicately sitting my
LeilaChristopher rocked inside me, pushing hard and deep with every thrust. I curled my fists into the comforter, holding on as he rode me fast and hard. My breasts bounced with every thrust. He was a man on a mission. He let go of all that control he usually wielded. I held on with all my might, pushing back to keep from being sent flying over the edge of the bed.The crunchy hairs on his legs brushed against the back of my thighs. He was rubbing me in all the right places, making my body hot and achy.โOh God, Christopher,โ I breathed his name when I felt the third orgasm begin a slow climb.It was so good. It was addictive and even as I was pushed closer to the peak, all I could think about was the next time. I wanted there to be many next times. I was addicted to the man. He was turning me into a nymphomaniac. I thought about sex all the time. Not just sexโhis sex. His body fit inside mine perfectly. He filled every inch and made me want more.โThatโs it,โ he whispered. โA little
ChristopherI woke up with a start when I heard a door close. It had not closedโit had been slammed. I lifted my head from the pillow. Leila was still asleep. I took a second to admire how beautiful she looked while she slept. I noticed a bit of whisker burn on her cheek and couldnโt help but smile. I had a feeling her inner thighs would also be sporting the same redness. Any chance of having a little morning action was stolen away with the slamming of the front door.I could hear stuff being slammed and tossed around and knew there was no way I was going to being able to ignore it. I quickly extracted my arm from under Leila and quietly got out of bed without jostling her. I pulled on some sweats and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I didnโt want Olin to find Leila in my bed. That was not the way I envisioned their first meeting.I headed downstairs, pausing about halfway down. I assumed it was Olin, but I couldnโt say for sure. I hoped a burglar would be s
ChristopherOlin walked out of the room, saying nothing to Leila. I blew out a breath and slid off my stool. โSorry,โ I muttered.โI walked in on something,โ she said.I nodded. โHe had a bad night.โโIโm sorry.โโItโs okay,โ I said, knowing it wasnโt okay.She went up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss. โI should probably go. Youโve got some stuff to handle.โโIโm sorry,โ I said again. โI really am.โโItโs okay, Iโll go.โโItโs probably for the best,โ I admitted. โI need to talk to him. I guess this is my fault. I should have told him. This kind of compounded things.โShe nodded. โItโs really okay. I get it. Take your time. Give me a call later if you can. If not, donโt worry about it.โโThank you. Iโll walk you out.โI walked her outside, standing barefooted on the front stoop and watching her leave. Then I walked back in the house, knowing I was about to have a very bad day. I couldnโt envision any scenario where Olin would come downstairs and tell me everything was great.I remi
LeilaI had gotten a rather vague text from Christopher last night and nothing more. I felt horrible for crashing into the kitchen and interrupting the father-son thing. I should have stayed put. I had woken up and found Christopher missing from bed. I assumed he was in the kitchen making coffee like he had before. I had gotten up and headed downstairs.I walked right into the middle of something between Christopher and his son. I had sensed it the moment it happened, but I was too late. There was no turning back. The kid had seen me, and he was not happy about it.I walked into my office, dropping my briefcase on the desk and taking my seat. I looked at the picture on the wall and smiled. I would always remember the students in that class. Not because they had impressed me, but because Christopher had. I had looked at the picture about a million times. They had used a selfie-stick and taken the picture in the classroom. It was goofy. Half of them were looking at the wall or each othe
LeilaChristopher studied my face for a long time. I was already thinking about how I would apologize for sticking my big nose into his business. I had no experience in families or death or anything. I licked my lips, feeling very nervous.โWow,โ he finally said.I really felt like an ass. I had overstepped. I had made him speechless, and it wasnโt in a good way. โIโm sorry,โ I gushed. โI shouldnโt have opened my big mouth. One psychology class does not make me an expert.โโNo, no. Youโre amazing.โโI am?โ I squeaked.He nodded, getting to his feet. โYou are.โ He stepped close to me, his hands resting on my hips.โNot that Iโm begging for compliments, but why do you say that?โโBecause you very accurately said exactly what Iโve been feeling. This past year has been a mess. Itโs just like you said. My life in general is still there, but itโs jumbled. Itโs like nothing fits right. Nothing feels right. I think Olin is feeling the same way. We have our health and each other and all our th
ChristopherAfter my last class for the day, I headed to the coffee shop to grab myself a quick pick-me-up before heading home to do some homework. I liked having homework. I liked having something to do. Olin still wasnโt talking to me, which had kept me up most of the night. It had been a tense morning with him not talking to me but making sure I knew he was there with the constant slamming of doors and banging around.โChristopher,โ I heard my name. Leila was waving to me from a bench, a coffee in her other hand.I grabbed my coffee and sat down on the bench beside her. โHi,โ I greeted.โHe saw!โ she blurted out.โWhat?โโThe dean. He saw the hug.โI nodded. โI know.โโHe saw me hugging you and now he wants to see me in his office!โI wanted to be sympathetic and I did understand her plight, but my emotions were already taxed. โLeila, it was a hug, not a handjob. We were fully clothed. I didnโt have my tongue down your throat or my hand down your pants.โHer mouth dropped open. โYo
LeilaHe looked at me and smiled but didnโt answer me. He parked the truck in the empty parking lot of the bar not far from the house. It was the same bar we had met up at on New Yearโs Eve. Since moving in, we had become regulars at the bar, getting to know the staff very well.โCome on,โ he said jumping out of the truck.โI donโt understand,โ I said climbing out. โIsnโt everyone going to be waiting for us? You were the one who said we were going to be late. I donโt think we have time for a drink.โโWill you just come on,โ he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I noticed all the lights were off.โChristopher, theyโre closed.โHe pushed open the unlocked door, which seemed very odd to me. We walked into the bar. There was a flash of lights and a cacophony of surprises echoing around me. I clapped my free hand over my mouth, taking in the huge banner that said congratulations, and the hundreds of twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling.โOh my God,โ I gasped.โSurp
LeilaOne year laterI reviewed the admissions essay for another potential student. I loved reading the essaysโmost of the time. Some were absolute garbage, but the majority warmed my heart. I loved reading about the struggles and triumphs of the young people who wanted to attend our school for their educational needs. I always felt like we were the ones being interviewed.Students had thousands of options and when they applied to our school, I felt like we should be proud they had chosen us from the thousands. It had been a long year and the university was still recovering from the scandal that the deanโs extortion had brought on. I felt like we were making headway. It was being talked about less and less and I was hoping by this time next year, it would be a distant memory.My position as associate dean was implemented as a prevention method. Dean Johnson had been allowed to run unchecked, which made him feel invincible. Now, our new dean had me. It was a system of checks and balanc
LeilaโYouโre going to kill me if you keep doing that,โ I told him with a shaky voice.โI love watching you come apart in my arms,โ he said before angling his hips and pushing the head of his cock into my opening.I closed my eyes. Two orgasms and no penetration had left me slick and swollen. He pushed, gently probing my opening with his cock. โYouโre tight and swollen,โ he breathed out the words on a painful breath.โIโm ready,โ I told him, looking directly into his eyes.He pushed himself a little deeper inside. Both of us sucked in a breath as powerful sensations rocked through our bodies. He held himself up on shaking arms before sliding inside a little bit at a time. I couldnโt breathe. I felt like our souls were joining. I could feel his essence merging with mine. We stared into each otherโs eyes, the joining nearly complete.The last inch of his thick cock filled me. My eyes dropped closed, wanting to lock in all the sensations I was feeling right then. I felt a tear slide down
LeilaHis sweet kiss sparked a hot fire within. He loved me. I had probably repeated the phrase in my head a hundred times since he said it. He loved me. A sexy, beautiful, kind man loved me. I didnโt think it was possible. I was convinced I wasnโt worthy for so long. I never imagined I could ever experience true love with a man that checked all the boxes.โMaybe we should go upstairs?โ I whispered against his lips.โI think that sounds like a very good idea. Go ahead and go up while I lock up down here.โI headed upstairs, running my hand along the banister and imagined us going up to bed together every night. We hadnโt talked about any of that, but I realized in that moment, I was ready for the real deal. I went into his room, turned on the fireplace and shut off the lights. I stripped out of the clothes I wore for our night out and crawled onto the bed naked as the day I was born. I did my best to pose in a seductive fashion, waiting for him to come in.I heard his footsteps on the
ChristopherLeila nodded, still sipping the wine. I knew the look on her face. She was in deep thought about something. I waited for her to say what it was.โAnd you?โ she finally asked. โWill you be picking up where you left off with your classes?โI sighed. It was something I had been thinking about quite a bit. I had to do a lot of introspection into my life and what I wanted. โNo.โShe turned to look at me. โReally? You canโt let one bad dean ruin your idea of a good education. I promise, he does not represent the entire school. The rest of the professors are greatโmost of them.โI smiled. โIt has nothing to do with the dean. Itโs about me.โโYou donโt want to go to college?โI shook my head. โNot anymore. I donโt need to. I was looking for something. I found it. There are other things I would prefer to do with my time.โโWhat were you looking for?โ she asked.โI was looking for understanding. I needed assurance that things were okay for Carlie.โShe looked confused. โIโm not sure
ChristopherI grabbed Leilaโs hand and pulled her towards the mini Ferris wheel. She was giggling, resisting at first but eventually following along. We climbed in the seat and were quickly buckled in before the car started to move forward while the next couple boarded.โI donโt know if I like heights,โ she told me.โI guess weโre about to find out,โ I answered.She was smiling big. โThis is nuts.โโThis is fun. Look, thereโs Olin!โโOlin!โ she shouted his name, waving her arms.Olin looked up at us and grinned, waving back as the car went up a little higher. It wasnโt long before the ride began to move, taking us high above the fair. We had done dinner and happened to see the rides and tents set up. It was irresistible. Even Olin had been on board to come along.Once the ride was over, we made our way over to the bumper cars where we were supposed to meet Olin. โHe looks like he is having a good time,โ Leila commented.I watched Olin laughing as he rammed a young woman in another car
LeilaChristopher nodded. โYes. He never wanted to get another degree. His wife made him go undercover. There is a camera in the deanโs office. He knew it was there, so all the video theyโve obtained will be legal to use against him.โโWhy would he commit a felony on camera?โHe grinned. โBecause he thought it didnโt work. I have a feeling he purposely broke it. It was fixed and the police have been monitoring him. Today when I went in there, he asked me again for money.โI let out a breath. โHoly shit. I donโt even know what to say. This is the craziest thing Iโve ever heard.โHe laughed. โI know. I was in shock. I wasnโt sure if I was going to get arrested.โโI canโt believe Alan never told us!โ I said a little irritated.โHe couldnโt. He didnโt want to risk me acting different or saying the wrong thing. They had to let it play out.โI shook my head. โI almost quit. If they hadnโt busted him when they did, I would have quit for nothing. Wait, the police know it was me?โโAlan knows
LeilaI tossed another file folder into the box. I was taking everything that was my personal property. My lesson plans and my research were mine. I wasnโt about to leave them behind for someone else to poach. I had put in the time and energy into creating my lectures and tests. They were my personal property and if the dean tried to stop me, Iโd give him hell.I threw in the answer sheet to the multiple-choice test as well. My replacement would have to grade the tests sitting on my desks without the answer sheet. It was my way of thumbing my nose at the institution. I found myself angry. I wasnโt even sad. I was pissed.I had come back to campus thinking I could just pick up where I had left off. I couldnโt. I realized I would never feel secure in my job. I would always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the dean to surprise me with an accusation or an insinuation.I thought about how he had tried to blackmail Christopher and realized he was not the kind of man I wanted to work
ChristopherThe detective left, leaving me and Alan alone in the office. I stared at Alan, absolutely dumbfounded. โWhat the hell?โAlan laughed. โSorry I had to keep you in the dark, but we needed this all to play out just right.โโWe? Who is we?โโThe cops. My wife. Me.โI studied him carefully. โWho are you?โโI am who I say I am, but I did not sign up for more classes because Iโm interested in pursuing any more education. The last thing I want to do in my golden years is study and take tests while hanging out with a bunch of kids. My wife made me do it.โโMade you do what?โ I asked feeling like I had skipped several chapters in a book and was missing the bulk of the story.โGo undercover,โ he said with a grin.โAs an old guy in college?โโIโve been talking to students and trying to get information on the dean. Almost a year ago, a young man from an affluent family came to my wife and asked for help. As it turns out, the dean had been extorting him for months. He pulled the same sh