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Author’s Note: This is chapter one of story that I started a couple of years ago but lost track of and seemed to have lost somewhere in my computer. Lately I’ve been feeling the need to get back into it so I decided this was a good forum to put it out there and perhaps get a little feedback. Please feel free to comment. I will be posting chapters as I get around to them. The problem with that method is that it makes it difficult to go back and adapt things as the story develops but I’m willing to take that risk. Please note that this material is copyrighted and the property of the author. This material may not be used in whole or in part in any form without the express written consent of the author.
The Teacher Chapter One
He took one last look around the classroom and picked up his briefcase. The end of the school year always came with mixed emotions. He looked forward to a summer off to read, relax and get out of the city for a few days here and there. On the other hand he always missed the teaching. There were always at least a few k**s in the class who were eager to learn and happy to be there, a couple that weren’t the best class participants but always surprised him with their grasp of the material and two or three that he would be able to nurture and help develop an interest in the material and guide to at least a passing grade. The rest couldn’t give a damn and there was no way to reach them but the few always made it worthwhile.
He flipped off the light and closed the door. He nodded to the principal as he walked by the office, heading for the parking lot. As he approached his car he noticed someone sitting on the curb beside it. She was obviously a student which was odd since school had let out an hour ago and they always vanished quickly on the last day. Coming closer he realized he knew her. It was Allie, one of this year’s poor participants with an amazing grasp of the material.
As usual she was dressed in black. Black knee-high boots over top of black leather pants qne a lace black blouse that showed off a little too much of the black bra underneath for his liking. Her lipstick and eye-shadow were black and her long, straight hair was also jet black. The only colour was the shine from the many piercings that adorned her lips, nose and ears. He wasn’t sure if they were calling it Goth or Emo these days but that was the look she’d had since he’d first had in her in last year’s history class.
“What are you doing hanging around here, Allie?” he asked as he got reached his car. “Everyone is gone except for those of us unlucky enough to have to clean out our desks.”
“Oh, hi Mr. Anderson. I missed my bus. I tried to call my mom for a ride but my phone is dead. I’m just sitting here trying to figure out my next move.”
“Well, I’m heading home now. I’m not sure where you live but I don’t mind dropping you at home if that helps.”
“Seriously Mr. A? That would be awesome. I mean if it’s not too much trouble.”
“No problem at all Allie, climb in.” He opened the passenger door and she jumped up, threw her backpack in the back seat and slid into the front seat. He climbed into the car and started the engine. “Where are we headed?” he asked.
“Mill Road,” she replied, looking over at him and smiling. “Southwest side behind the Gallery Mall. You know where that is? If it’s too much trouble to take me all the way you can drop me off downtown and I can grab a bus.”
“Don’t be silly, Allie. I’m happy to get you home.”
As they made their way across town they chatted casually about school and how much she hated it generally speaking but how much she enjoyed his class. She told him she had actually graduated last year but wasn’t ready for college and had decided to hang out for an extra year. Part of her inspiration had been her desire to take another class with him. He told her how glad he was to hear that he was able to inspire at least one student.
The subject changed to history and he was not surprised by her knowledge of various empires and the reasons for their fall. When she asked if she could get his personal email address in case she needed a little help when she did make it to college this fall he was happy to offer it and watched as she wrote it on her hand.
They were a couple of blocks from the mall when she turned to face him. Something about her changed in that moment and when she spoke she had a bit of a quaver in her voice as if she was suddenly nervous. “I hate to ask, Mr. A, but would you do a favour for me? I work at the mall and I really need to check my schedule for the weekend. Is there any way we could stop there? It will only take me a couple of minutes to run in.”
“Sure, Allie. On one condition...I’m not your teacher anymore so no more Mr. A or Mr. Anderson. Please call me Jim.” He had never seen her smile. Her demeanour had always matched her apparel; slightly dark. It was very short, as if it slipped out and she quickly yanked it back in, but it was beautiful...radiant came to mind.
When he pulled into the mall parking lot the nervousness was back. “Maybe you could pull around the back,” she said. “That way I could go in the employee’s entrance and be a little quicker.”
“No problem,” he said, working his way around through the lot toward the back. “You’ll have to show me where the door is.”
“Okay, keep going. See that dumpster over there? Just park beside it.”
It seemed like a strange spot to park but there was a door there so he pulled in and threw the car in park. “Take your time, Allie, I’ll wait here.”
She unhooked her seat belt and turned as if to open the door then turned back. Something was wrong. When she turned to face him there was no doubt about her nerves; her hands were shaking and when she spoke her voice no longer had a quaver, it was shaking too. “I have something I need to tell you, Mr., I mean Jim.”
“Allie, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t miss my bus today, I was waiting for you. I don’t work at the mall, I wanted to park somewhere with a little privacy to tell you how I feel. Jim, I’m in love with you.” Her face was beet red and it looked like she had stopped breathing in anticipation of his response.
He could feel the heat in his own face and knew that if he spoke immediately his voice would quaver as well. His training as a high school teacher had covered this type of situation but he had never encountered it and had never expected to. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “Allie, it’s not uncommon for a student to develop an infatuation with a teacher but it will pass. You’re going to find someone your own age this summer and we’ll both laugh about this one day.”
Her demeanour immediately switched from nervousness to anger. “Well, aren’t you a little condescending. You know, I’m not a some sort of starstruck school girl. I’ll be nineteen years old in a little over a month. I fell for you last year almost from the moment I started in your class but did I sit there making goo-goo eyes at you or passing little love notes? No. I knew that nothing could happen between us as long as you were my teacher and I was under eighteen. Instead of heading off to college at the end of last year I decided to take a few more classes, including one of yours. Still no goo-goo eyes and nothing done to put you in a bad spot. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to go to a school I hated and sit in a classroom day after day with the man I love and never be able to say or do anything about it? Now that we’re both in a position to be able to talk about my feelings openly and honestly the best you can come up with is that I’m infatuated? Well fuck you Mr. A.” She turned to open the car door.
“Allie, wait. I’m sorry if I disrespected your feelings. That wasn’t my intention. You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman but you have to see that there can’t be anything between us. Even when you turn nineteen you’ll still be almost half my age. On top of that you must know I’m a married man. I’m not trying to be condescending, I’m trying to be practical.”
She turned back. “You’re right, I am reasonably intelligent and also very observant. Did you know that you’re the only member of the faculty whose wife has never attended anything at the school. Not every teacher’s wife attends everything that goes on at the school but not once has yours shown up at a play, a graduation, a football game, anything. You stay after school regularly and you volunteer for far more clubs and committees than any other teacher. You have nothing to go home to. Go on, tell me I’m wrong.”
She wasn’t wrong but he certainly wasn’t going explain his marital situation to her while parked beside a dumpster at the back of the mall. “Even assuming that’s true, Allie, what could we possibly have in common? I’m closer to forty than thirty and you’re not quite twenty.”
“How about a love of history? How about a desire to travel the world and see ancient ruins, historic castles and cradles of civilization? If that doesn’t appeal to you, and I know it does, how about an opportunity to satisfy some deep yearnings and desires?”
With one swift movement she had pulled both her top and her bra over her head and he was sitting in his car staring at one of his students, at least one of his very recent students, topless beside him. He tried to speak but nothing came out but a soft groan. She reached over, took one of his hands and placed it on one of her breasts. He tried to pull away but she had her hand held tight to his and his effort was a little weak.
“Allie, we can’t be doing this,” he was finally able to say. “It’s not right.”
“You’re right, it’s not. We should be somewhere we can talk comfortably instead of behind the mall but we’ll have plenty of time for that now. I can see I’ve sparked your interest.” That smile was back now as she released her grip on the hand that she’d raised to her breast and reached down to trace the outline of his involuntarily erect penis.
He groaned again and then realized that he had not let go of her firm, round breast. He let go and pushed her hand away from his crotch. “This is more than I can deal with right now. I really have to get home.”
She threw her bra into the back seat with her backpack and pulled her top back on. “I understand and I appreciate that you at least heard me out. I am in love with you, not infatuated. Think about that and the possibilities it opens up for you, no, for us. I can walk from here but I will be in touch.” She held up her hand where she had written his email address and smiled for only the third time he had known her. Allie jumped out of the car and reached into the back seat for her backpack. She picked up her bra then looked up at him. “I’ll leave this for you. A reminder of what can be. You can return it to me the next time we get together.” And with that she closed the door and was gone.
He was nearly in two collisions on the way home caused by distracted driving. He was the distracted driver and it didn’t involve his phone. He simply couldn’t concentrate, replaying the scene with Allie over and over in his mind, not to mention the sight of her bra lying on the front seat beside him. He should have done something with the damn thing before he drove away but then he wasn’t exactly in a clearly functioning state of mine.
When he pulled into his driveway he leaned his head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. After a minute or two he sat back, gathered up the bra and stuffed it in his briefcase. Not that it mattered, the typical text from his wife had arrived as he was cleaning out his desk. Sorry, working late again. Won’t be home for dinner. Likely be late so don’t wait up. He was fine with that anyway. Meals with her were strained, with both of them trying to make small talk. The late arrivals were becoming more and more common with her sometimes sneaking home in the wee hours of the morning. She was the personal assistant to a corporate bigwig at a one of the big banks and he had no doubt that the two of them were having an affair.
He unlocked the door and dropped his briefcase on the desk in his study as he did every night when he got home from work then he headed into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. Leaning against the kitchen counter he sipped his wine and replayed the Allie incident once more in his mind. He must have completely zoned out because it was a half hour later when he tried to take a sip of wine and discovered his glass was empty.
“What the hell,” he muttered and poured another glass before heading into his study and turning on his computer. He sat there waiting for it to boot up just staring at the screen. An email from the his principal, and one from the union flashed across the screen before hers arrived. At least he assumed it was hers. The sender was Allison Redford. He’d always known her as Allie but he supposed she was likely an Allison. He clicked on the email and opened it.
Hi Jim:
I want to apologize for the way I handled things this afternoon. I felt like I was losing my one opportunity with you so I did the thing I hate about some girls my age, I used my body to get your attention. I promise to keep my clothes on the next time we get together.
I truly hope there will be a next time and I hope it will be tomorrow. I am house sitting for friends of my parents. My plan today was to tell you my feelings and invite you to dinner tomorrow so we could discuss things openly and honestly. As you know now things went off the rails. However, I want to try to get them back on track.
I was serious when I said that I love you. It is not some sort of c***dish infatuation and I would like to talk to you about my feelings to see if there is even a chance that we could be together. With that in mind I’m inviting you now. Please accept my invitation to dinner tomorrow evening. We will talk and if nothing comes of it I will be devastated but I will leave you alone.
My phone number is at the bottom of the email. You can call me or you can send me a text. Just please say yes. I promise to behave and just talk.
Love Allison
PS: One word...YES!
He was a big pro versus con guy and he sat there making a list in his head. There were two huge cons. First, she was eighteen (okay, almost nineteen) and a former student (former by less than a day). He was thirty-five (okay, closer to thirty-six) and even if he’d done nothing wrong while she was his student there would be suspicion. He would have a very difficult time working at his school again. Hell, he’d have a hard time getting a teaching job again if there was that kind of suspicion.
Second, he was married. Granted it was not much of a marriage but he had made a vow and, whether or not his wife was honouring hers, he wasn’t a cheater.
On the pro side, first, he apparently had a beautiful, intelligent and sexy woman (okay, young woman) who was in love with him. If what she said was true then he would be a fool not to at least hear her out and stay open to the possibility. This could just be the final push he needed to confront his wife and resolve that situation once and for all.
Second, his life was miserable. His family lived across the country, his friends were all married teachers that he felt embarrassed being around because his wife was never there, and he had no clue how he was going to spend the rest of the summer. Why would he not investigate something that had the potential to make him happy?
He entered her number into the phone, finished his wine and sat back, closing his eyes. A vision of a semi-naked Allie popped into his mind. He could almost feel her firm, round breast in his hand again with it’s nipple hardening against his palm. He reached down into his briefcase and pulled out her bra, running his fingers over the lace cups. His penis was hardening in his pants and he undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers. With his erect member in his hand he raised the bra to his nose and breathed deeply. Her scent was thick and rich, fresh and clean.
The strokes on his cock became more insistent and he knew he was going to cum while breathed in the scent of the young woman who claimed to love him. When he pictured her hand reaching over and tracing the outline of his erection earlier today he could hold on no longer. His orgasm was long and intense. His only sexual relief for a long time had been masturbation but this was different. The shudders of orgasm racked his body and it was several minutes before he finally let go of his flaccid penis, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up.
When he was done he picked up his phone and entered Allie’s number. He typed in one word and hesitated only briefly before he sent it. Yes.
He was reaching over to set the phone down when it buzzed, indicating a text had come in. There was nothing there but an emoticon of a grinning smiley face. He smiled and moments later a second buzz.
Thank you. 225 McGregor Lane. We’ll eat at seven but if you can, please come at six. That will give us a chance to chat before dinner. It’s a secure building but I’ll leave your name at the front desk. Casual dress. I am so looking forward to this. I do love you.
He had no idea what he had done by saying yes but it was done. There was always tomorrow to say no.
The Teacher Chapter One
He took one last look around the classroom and picked up his briefcase. The end of the school year always came with mixed emotions. He looked forward to a summer off to read, relax and get out of the city for a few days here and there. On the other hand he always missed the teaching. There were always at least a few k**s in the class who were eager to learn and happy to be there, a couple that weren’t the best class participants but always surprised him with their grasp of the material and two or three that he would be able to nurture and help develop an interest in the material and guide to at least a passing grade. The rest couldn’t give a damn and there was no way to reach them but the few always made it worthwhile.
He flipped off the light and closed the door. He nodded to the principal as he walked by the office, heading for the parking lot. As he approached his car he noticed someone sitting on the curb beside it. She was obviously a student which was odd since school had let out an hour ago and they always vanished quickly on the last day. Coming closer he realized he knew her. It was Allie, one of this year’s poor participants with an amazing grasp of the material.
As usual she was dressed in black. Black knee-high boots over top of black leather pants qne a lace black blouse that showed off a little too much of the black bra underneath for his liking. Her lipstick and eye-shadow were black and her long, straight hair was also jet black. The only colour was the shine from the many piercings that adorned her lips, nose and ears. He wasn’t sure if they were calling it Goth or Emo these days but that was the look she’d had since he’d first had in her in last year’s history class.
“What are you doing hanging around here, Allie?” he asked as he got reached his car. “Everyone is gone except for those of us unlucky enough to have to clean out our desks.”
“Oh, hi Mr. Anderson. I missed my bus. I tried to call my mom for a ride but my phone is dead. I’m just sitting here trying to figure out my next move.”
“Well, I’m heading home now. I’m not sure where you live but I don’t mind dropping you at home if that helps.”
“Seriously Mr. A? That would be awesome. I mean if it’s not too much trouble.”
“No problem at all Allie, climb in.” He opened the passenger door and she jumped up, threw her backpack in the back seat and slid into the front seat. He climbed into the car and started the engine. “Where are we headed?” he asked.
“Mill Road,” she replied, looking over at him and smiling. “Southwest side behind the Gallery Mall. You know where that is? If it’s too much trouble to take me all the way you can drop me off downtown and I can grab a bus.”
“Don’t be silly, Allie. I’m happy to get you home.”
As they made their way across town they chatted casually about school and how much she hated it generally speaking but how much she enjoyed his class. She told him she had actually graduated last year but wasn’t ready for college and had decided to hang out for an extra year. Part of her inspiration had been her desire to take another class with him. He told her how glad he was to hear that he was able to inspire at least one student.
The subject changed to history and he was not surprised by her knowledge of various empires and the reasons for their fall. When she asked if she could get his personal email address in case she needed a little help when she did make it to college this fall he was happy to offer it and watched as she wrote it on her hand.
They were a couple of blocks from the mall when she turned to face him. Something about her changed in that moment and when she spoke she had a bit of a quaver in her voice as if she was suddenly nervous. “I hate to ask, Mr. A, but would you do a favour for me? I work at the mall and I really need to check my schedule for the weekend. Is there any way we could stop there? It will only take me a couple of minutes to run in.”
“Sure, Allie. On one condition...I’m not your teacher anymore so no more Mr. A or Mr. Anderson. Please call me Jim.” He had never seen her smile. Her demeanour had always matched her apparel; slightly dark. It was very short, as if it slipped out and she quickly yanked it back in, but it was beautiful...radiant came to mind.
When he pulled into the mall parking lot the nervousness was back. “Maybe you could pull around the back,” she said. “That way I could go in the employee’s entrance and be a little quicker.”
“No problem,” he said, working his way around through the lot toward the back. “You’ll have to show me where the door is.”
“Okay, keep going. See that dumpster over there? Just park beside it.”
It seemed like a strange spot to park but there was a door there so he pulled in and threw the car in park. “Take your time, Allie, I’ll wait here.”
She unhooked her seat belt and turned as if to open the door then turned back. Something was wrong. When she turned to face him there was no doubt about her nerves; her hands were shaking and when she spoke her voice no longer had a quaver, it was shaking too. “I have something I need to tell you, Mr., I mean Jim.”
“Allie, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t miss my bus today, I was waiting for you. I don’t work at the mall, I wanted to park somewhere with a little privacy to tell you how I feel. Jim, I’m in love with you.” Her face was beet red and it looked like she had stopped breathing in anticipation of his response.
He could feel the heat in his own face and knew that if he spoke immediately his voice would quaver as well. His training as a high school teacher had covered this type of situation but he had never encountered it and had never expected to. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “Allie, it’s not uncommon for a student to develop an infatuation with a teacher but it will pass. You’re going to find someone your own age this summer and we’ll both laugh about this one day.”
Her demeanour immediately switched from nervousness to anger. “Well, aren’t you a little condescending. You know, I’m not a some sort of starstruck school girl. I’ll be nineteen years old in a little over a month. I fell for you last year almost from the moment I started in your class but did I sit there making goo-goo eyes at you or passing little love notes? No. I knew that nothing could happen between us as long as you were my teacher and I was under eighteen. Instead of heading off to college at the end of last year I decided to take a few more classes, including one of yours. Still no goo-goo eyes and nothing done to put you in a bad spot. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to go to a school I hated and sit in a classroom day after day with the man I love and never be able to say or do anything about it? Now that we’re both in a position to be able to talk about my feelings openly and honestly the best you can come up with is that I’m infatuated? Well fuck you Mr. A.” She turned to open the car door.
“Allie, wait. I’m sorry if I disrespected your feelings. That wasn’t my intention. You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman but you have to see that there can’t be anything between us. Even when you turn nineteen you’ll still be almost half my age. On top of that you must know I’m a married man. I’m not trying to be condescending, I’m trying to be practical.”
She turned back. “You’re right, I am reasonably intelligent and also very observant. Did you know that you’re the only member of the faculty whose wife has never attended anything at the school. Not every teacher’s wife attends everything that goes on at the school but not once has yours shown up at a play, a graduation, a football game, anything. You stay after school regularly and you volunteer for far more clubs and committees than any other teacher. You have nothing to go home to. Go on, tell me I’m wrong.”
She wasn’t wrong but he certainly wasn’t going explain his marital situation to her while parked beside a dumpster at the back of the mall. “Even assuming that’s true, Allie, what could we possibly have in common? I’m closer to forty than thirty and you’re not quite twenty.”
“How about a love of history? How about a desire to travel the world and see ancient ruins, historic castles and cradles of civilization? If that doesn’t appeal to you, and I know it does, how about an opportunity to satisfy some deep yearnings and desires?”
With one swift movement she had pulled both her top and her bra over her head and he was sitting in his car staring at one of his students, at least one of his very recent students, topless beside him. He tried to speak but nothing came out but a soft groan. She reached over, took one of his hands and placed it on one of her breasts. He tried to pull away but she had her hand held tight to his and his effort was a little weak.
“Allie, we can’t be doing this,” he was finally able to say. “It’s not right.”
“You’re right, it’s not. We should be somewhere we can talk comfortably instead of behind the mall but we’ll have plenty of time for that now. I can see I’ve sparked your interest.” That smile was back now as she released her grip on the hand that she’d raised to her breast and reached down to trace the outline of his involuntarily erect penis.
He groaned again and then realized that he had not let go of her firm, round breast. He let go and pushed her hand away from his crotch. “This is more than I can deal with right now. I really have to get home.”
She threw her bra into the back seat with her backpack and pulled her top back on. “I understand and I appreciate that you at least heard me out. I am in love with you, not infatuated. Think about that and the possibilities it opens up for you, no, for us. I can walk from here but I will be in touch.” She held up her hand where she had written his email address and smiled for only the third time he had known her. Allie jumped out of the car and reached into the back seat for her backpack. She picked up her bra then looked up at him. “I’ll leave this for you. A reminder of what can be. You can return it to me the next time we get together.” And with that she closed the door and was gone.
He was nearly in two collisions on the way home caused by distracted driving. He was the distracted driver and it didn’t involve his phone. He simply couldn’t concentrate, replaying the scene with Allie over and over in his mind, not to mention the sight of her bra lying on the front seat beside him. He should have done something with the damn thing before he drove away but then he wasn’t exactly in a clearly functioning state of mine.
When he pulled into his driveway he leaned his head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. After a minute or two he sat back, gathered up the bra and stuffed it in his briefcase. Not that it mattered, the typical text from his wife had arrived as he was cleaning out his desk. Sorry, working late again. Won’t be home for dinner. Likely be late so don’t wait up. He was fine with that anyway. Meals with her were strained, with both of them trying to make small talk. The late arrivals were becoming more and more common with her sometimes sneaking home in the wee hours of the morning. She was the personal assistant to a corporate bigwig at a one of the big banks and he had no doubt that the two of them were having an affair.
He unlocked the door and dropped his briefcase on the desk in his study as he did every night when he got home from work then he headed into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. Leaning against the kitchen counter he sipped his wine and replayed the Allie incident once more in his mind. He must have completely zoned out because it was a half hour later when he tried to take a sip of wine and discovered his glass was empty.
“What the hell,” he muttered and poured another glass before heading into his study and turning on his computer. He sat there waiting for it to boot up just staring at the screen. An email from the his principal, and one from the union flashed across the screen before hers arrived. At least he assumed it was hers. The sender was Allison Redford. He’d always known her as Allie but he supposed she was likely an Allison. He clicked on the email and opened it.
Hi Jim:
I want to apologize for the way I handled things this afternoon. I felt like I was losing my one opportunity with you so I did the thing I hate about some girls my age, I used my body to get your attention. I promise to keep my clothes on the next time we get together.
I truly hope there will be a next time and I hope it will be tomorrow. I am house sitting for friends of my parents. My plan today was to tell you my feelings and invite you to dinner tomorrow so we could discuss things openly and honestly. As you know now things went off the rails. However, I want to try to get them back on track.
I was serious when I said that I love you. It is not some sort of c***dish infatuation and I would like to talk to you about my feelings to see if there is even a chance that we could be together. With that in mind I’m inviting you now. Please accept my invitation to dinner tomorrow evening. We will talk and if nothing comes of it I will be devastated but I will leave you alone.
My phone number is at the bottom of the email. You can call me or you can send me a text. Just please say yes. I promise to behave and just talk.
Love Allison
PS: One word...YES!
He was a big pro versus con guy and he sat there making a list in his head. There were two huge cons. First, she was eighteen (okay, almost nineteen) and a former student (former by less than a day). He was thirty-five (okay, closer to thirty-six) and even if he’d done nothing wrong while she was his student there would be suspicion. He would have a very difficult time working at his school again. Hell, he’d have a hard time getting a teaching job again if there was that kind of suspicion.
Second, he was married. Granted it was not much of a marriage but he had made a vow and, whether or not his wife was honouring hers, he wasn’t a cheater.
On the pro side, first, he apparently had a beautiful, intelligent and sexy woman (okay, young woman) who was in love with him. If what she said was true then he would be a fool not to at least hear her out and stay open to the possibility. This could just be the final push he needed to confront his wife and resolve that situation once and for all.
Second, his life was miserable. His family lived across the country, his friends were all married teachers that he felt embarrassed being around because his wife was never there, and he had no clue how he was going to spend the rest of the summer. Why would he not investigate something that had the potential to make him happy?
He entered her number into the phone, finished his wine and sat back, closing his eyes. A vision of a semi-naked Allie popped into his mind. He could almost feel her firm, round breast in his hand again with it’s nipple hardening against his palm. He reached down into his briefcase and pulled out her bra, running his fingers over the lace cups. His penis was hardening in his pants and he undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers. With his erect member in his hand he raised the bra to his nose and breathed deeply. Her scent was thick and rich, fresh and clean.
The strokes on his cock became more insistent and he knew he was going to cum while breathed in the scent of the young woman who claimed to love him. When he pictured her hand reaching over and tracing the outline of his erection earlier today he could hold on no longer. His orgasm was long and intense. His only sexual relief for a long time had been masturbation but this was different. The shudders of orgasm racked his body and it was several minutes before he finally let go of his flaccid penis, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up.
When he was done he picked up his phone and entered Allie’s number. He typed in one word and hesitated only briefly before he sent it. Yes.
He was reaching over to set the phone down when it buzzed, indicating a text had come in. There was nothing there but an emoticon of a grinning smiley face. He smiled and moments later a second buzz.
Thank you. 225 McGregor Lane. We’ll eat at seven but if you can, please come at six. That will give us a chance to chat before dinner. It’s a secure building but I’ll leave your name at the front desk. Casual dress. I am so looking forward to this. I do love you.
He had no idea what he had done by saying yes but it was done. There was always tomorrow to say no.
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