I called Katie that evening and we talked for a long time. Still, we avoided the subject of Abigail. It seemed that our individual relationship with her was private or somehow off limits. That worked for me.
Katie invited me to her place for dinner on Friday night. I thanked her and said I would see her tomorrow.
When I got to my office in the morning there was a note stuck to the door. It was from Abigail and said that I should be in her office this evening at 6 P.M. The note didn’t explain why. Immediately I became worried. Could she have known about the party? I thought. It seemed that nothing was secret at this school.
I entered my morning class a little late on Thursday and was surprised to see that Molly wasn’t there. When she didn’t show up by the time the class was over, I began to get a little concerned. She was normally very reliable and, so far, hadn’t missed a class. It was nearly eleven thirty and I was still in my office when Molly walked in.
I was relieved when I looked up and saw the pretty co-ed. “There you are Molly. I was a little worried about you.”
She looked a little frazzled as she came over to my desk. “Sorry Mr. Adams. I was serving my penance for not accomplishing my task last night.”
As I suspected, I couldn’t get Katie from my mind. She had gotten under my skin whether I wanted it or not. However, I knew that I had to resist. I had too many distractions to consider a permanent relationship and besides, I was pretty sure that she didn’t want that either.
I avoided Katie all day. Finally, late on Monday, I checked her office and I was almost relieved to find that she wasn’t there. Then I headed for Abigail’s office to thank her again for the dinner on Friday night and the fun afterward. However, just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened and Katie walked out. I stepped back and stared at her in surprise. It was obvious from her look that she was surprised to see me as well. Hair was messed up and her clothes rumpled. I naturally assumed that she and Abigail had just had one of Abigail’s “meetings.” Strangely, instead of being angry or jealous, I somehow felt better. Katie being there more or less confirmed that she wasn’t going to, or couldn’t, change her routine for me.
I walked around my house in a fog for the rest of the day. The events of the last 24 hours were muddling my thoughts. I thought of Abigail, Maria and Juanita. I couldn’t believe that I had had sex with three beautiful women in one day. I was starting to think that this couldn’t be real or that I had died and gone to heaven.
The ringing telephone brought me out of my haze for a moment. It was Katie.
"Hi," she said brightly. "I was thinking that I don’t really have anything to do tomorrow and was wondering if you wanted to go on a little picnic… I know a wonderful place not far from here… its beautiful and so peaceful." She said the words in a rush, nervously.
It was barely light outside when I slipped my arm from around Abigail and crawled out of her bed. I dressed quietly, wrote a note to her and left it on the nightstand. I thanked Abigail for a delightful evening and said I would see her on Monday. As I left the house I decided to slip around to the back to see if Maria was up yet. She was an early riser so I thought I would take a chance. The truth was that I couldn’t wait to tell her the good news about her boyfriend.
I saw that there was a light on so I tapped lightly on the door. A minute later, the door opened and I saw Maria peek her head from the opening. Her hair was damp and she looked like she had just taken a shower. “Good morning,” I whispered. “I’m sorry to disturb you but I have some good news and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”
By the following day, I had concluded that I was going to be fired. Fortunately, I have never been one to dwell on the negative; if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. That attitude helped get me through many dangerous times while on difficult missions in South America. The thought of losing a job was nothing compared to the fear of losing one’s life. Even if I did get fired, at least Bo would still love me-provided that I kept feeding him… even a dog has principles.
I was dressed and ready for dinner early that evening. By the time I heard Abigail’s horn outside, I was feeling pretty excited and more than a little nervous about the evening. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind after dinner but I was feeling randy again so anything was possible.
I didn’t see Katie or Abigail for the rest of the week. I did make a call to a friend who said he would check into Maria’s boyfriend’s green card. As I was packing up to leave the classroom, I saw that one of my students, Molly, was still sitting at her desk in the front of the room. Molly was a pretty girl with almost white blond hair and pale blue eyes. She was an average student who liked to wear loud clothes to get attention. Not to mention that she always sat in the front row wearing very short skirts.
"What’s wrong Molly?"
"Mr. Adams, I’m lost."
I was feeling a little remorseful as I left Abigail’s office that afternoon. I’m not entirely sure why, or even what was bothering me. I was worried about my job for sure, but it was more than that. As I have said, I was a somewhat na‹ve guy, almost leading a sheltered life to that point. Incredibly, it might have been that I was feeling like I was using Abigail and not the other way around. However, I knew that wasn’t rational. Abigail wanted what happened. Hell, she set it up. Still, when one is raised a certain way, it has an impact on how one looks at the world. I was raised to respect women so it was against my nature to treat them like I had Abigail. However, I have learned that one can play many roles in life. Little did I know at that time that I had the capacity to play them all.
The second week of school was a little easier for me. I was getting comfortable with the routine and the students. However, I still had a great deal of work to do as a first year teacher. Katie had said she wanted to talk but we had to schedule it for later in the week. I was anxious to hear the story of why she was coming out of the Dean’s house so early in the morning. Although I was pretty sure I knew the answer: she was working on her career just like me.
Dean VanBuren said she wanted to see me on Wednesday at two o’clock, supposedly to go over some lesson plans. I had a feeling that I knew what kind of lesson plans she had in mind. Still, she was the boss and I was beginning to like my job a lot.
The early morning sunlight coming into the room brought me gradually out of a sensual dream. I was getting a sweet blowjob. I forced my eyes open and saw that it wasn’t a dream. Abigail was on her knees between my legs, sucking me. A sigh came to my lips and I reached down to caress her soft hair.
She looked up and I saw her eyes smiling back at me. Her lips were too stuffed to smile. Slowly, her eyes closed and she continued to suck. She did love to “suck cock” as she said. I laid my head back on the pillow and was enjoying her skill when the bedroom door suddenly opened. My eyes flew open and I jumped when I saw Maria come into the room carrying a tray with toast and coffee. I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment as she walked beside the bed and set the tray down on the night table. Then I saw her smile at me. Abigail ignored her and, if she minded, she gave no indication.
Abigail lay on me for a long time. I could feel her soft breasts moving up and down with her now gentle breathing. Finally she pulled back and looked down at me. “That was incredible,” she gasped and smiled. “Now I wonder if you can use your mouth as good as you do your cock.”
I was a little surprised by her quick recovery, not to mention her choice of words. However, I wasn’t complaining. I loved giving oral sex as much as I liked getting it.
"Come upstairs with me," she whispered. When she pulled away she moaned as my penis slipped out of her sensitive vagina and flopped heavily onto my thigh.
I was still stunned as I entered the school dinning hall a few minutes later. The dinning hall is a large building with floor to ceiling windows on two sides. There was the general dining area for students and then a smaller room for the teachers. I stood in line and got my food then headed for the teacher’s dining room. When I entered I looked around for anyone that I knew. I saw a pretty red haired girl waving to me from a table across the room. I made my way over and sat down at the table with several other people.
"Hi," I said to the red headed girl. Then, I introduced myself to the people at the table, noting that they all appeared to be younger than I was. The young woman’s name was Katie and she and I had met briefly several weeks ago during my whirlwind orientation. Unfortunately, I had been fast tracked for this job and did not have time to go through all the orientation that the new teachers typically were required to go through. Actually, it was quite strange because I had interviewed with Dean VanBuren and only one other person before being offered the job. It was late in the summer and I had no hopes that I would begin in the fall semester if I got the job. Then, when I got the letter notifying me that I was hired, I was shocked to say the least. I had to rush to find housing and move. I barely had time to say goodbye to friends before my life was uprooted. Later, as I found out, Dean VanBuren had quite a bit of pull within the University and had hand picked me.
My name is James Adams and I teach Philosophy 101 to freshmen students at a mid-sized college. This is my eighth year and I am being considered for a full professorship. The title of professor means some extra money but more importantly it means tenure and recognition that I am finally a part of the college infrastructure. Sure, I know the decision to give a teacher tenure is as much political as it is academic but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t important. It means that I would become part of the establishment of the college-something every college teacher works for.
Now I can look back on my career and smile. However, it has been a bumpy ride at times but there was a lot of fun along the way as well. To be sure, there were times that I thought this day would never come.
It took Judi a week after she arrived home to get the nerve to confront Don. Judi had met Derrick at his apartment after work and had engaged in another round of incredible sex. Her more than satisfied pussy gave her the strength to have the discussion she had been avoiding for so long.
Judi walked into the house at 8 p.m. and found Don at his computer as usual. “Don, we need to talk,” she said in a very serious tone.
Judi awoke the following morning in a panic. It was one of those times when one wakes up without knowing where they are or whether it was day or night. Quickly, it all came back and Judi smiled and stretched. She looked over and saw that Derrick was not in bed with her. She looked at the clock and panic quickly set in again, it was 11 am, the convention started at 10. Judi jumped out of bed. She immediately felt her pussy open and spill the remains of the night of sex down her legs. When she got to the living room, she saw a tray of food on the table with a dozen red roses in a vase and a note. She walked over and sat down, opening the note.
"Sweetheart, thank you for one of the most satisfying nights of my life. You are an incredible woman with a great capacity to love. It was made even more special knowing that you are pregnant with my child. I LOVE YOU!