I make my way to the main door of the rectory, but stop when I realize I know exactly who I can celebrate the new position with. Charlie's hot secretary. I look back and see her looking at me from under her lashes. When she realizes I've caught her in the act, she looks down at what she was doing on the computer.
“You know, you still haven't told me what you're going to do tonight. I walk toward him, walk around the table and crouch next to his chair.
“That's because you haven't asked me yet. She smiles teasingly at me.
— Well that's it, I wanted to know if I can. — my seductive mode is activated. Come on.
“I work until after six.
- Excellent. Can I pick you up after you leave?
- It's all right. Wait a minute… - she draws her eyebrows together - I'm doing pretty easy, don't you think? Maybe I should be a little more difficult, after all we just met.
“It's not necessary,” I huff, “I want it and so do you, we don't need a little game of cat and mouse.
"But then you won't find me too easy?" she asks, almost regretting having accepted so readily. Oh no, don't come with this one.
“No, girl. I actually like women who show what they want right away, just like you do. You don't have time to waste in life hiding what you want, do you think? - she agrees and I get up - I'll see you at night. We're gonna have a lot of fun. A devilish smile creeps across my lips at the opportunity for sex today.
When I leave the rectory, I almost run across campus to reach the classroom in time to not be too late. I enter the room of my now former students that I met yesterday to give them the information and I am very brief. I run to the other room and do the same with the first class I took here at the university and they are disappointed with my leaving, but I can't do anything, the opportunity I was waiting for has appeared and I can't refuse. As I leave, a student stops me in the hallway.
It's the same one that I had “doubts” yesterday and that took me fifteen minutes. She asks if we can see each other again today after classes, but I inform her that I have been transferred from another class and that now she will have to take her doubts with someone else. Apparently the idiot Alex. She doesn't like the information at all, confirming my suspicions that the help she wanted was getting her clothes off.
After I drop her off in the hallway, I head to my new students' room, apologizing for being late and letting them know I'll be their new teacher. I introduce myself in the usual way and do my dynamic method to get to know them. The next hour is very pleasant, we discuss some points of my teaching method and we ask each other questions about the subjects that will be studied. In the end, I have them study three chapters of a book to discuss in the next class.
During class break Robert calls me, I answer while I have something to eat. He tells me something I already knew about Ellen's injuries. They are in strategic places on her body and that's why she was so sore yesterday, but they're not serious. He tells me he's given her some medication and that he won't take any money from me as payment, which pisses me off to the point of demanding he have lunch with me to make him swallow every dollar of shit I owe him. He deserves to be paid. Rob is quite a doctor, he always works late because he is very dedicated to his patients. He works at a renowned private hospital during the day and sometimes works during the night. I've seen him go 36 straight hours without interrupting work. An absurdity!
But he tells me he won't be able to see me, as he's having lunch with Mrs. Sullivan and as is my nature, I make naughty jokes about it, but he tells me to shut up because he won't take my jokes on his immaculate wife. Finally, he tells me that Ellen will be ready for the “slaughter” by Friday at the latest. Glad to know that over the weekend I'll be drilling into her hymen and stealing virtue from her for myself.
He suggests that I take over some of her care with my therapist hands, but I refuse. I don't think it's a good idea. The truth is, I don't know if I'd be able to get my hands on her without fucking her and then all that medical care and medication would be for nothing.
I make one more joke with him and his wife, laugh, and hang up the phone before he can curse my mother and every generation of her before her. I go to class, teach until noon, and then go out to lunch. In the parking lot I find Andy heading towards her car, when she sees me she stops and walks over to me. She blatantly hits on me, but I play innocent. I smile inside. I? Innocent? Only when hell freezes over. And at his insistence, I decide to accept the more than generous offer. Why wouldn't I? She's too fuckable and totally into mine. I don't usually have sex with my students, but I'm not her teacher anymore, so I might as well fuck her right here and now, especially considering my twenty-four-hour abstinence.
I act with her like a crazed animal and before long we're lost in lust. Her moans get louder and faster and I start pumping faster inside her until she comes and then I do. I lean my head against the windshield of the car we're leaning against. She leans hers against my shoulder so we can resume normal breathing. When we're done, I get in the car and look in the rearview mirror to fix my hair and clothes. She waits outside the car for a while, looking as if she expected something else. What? A kiss? Oh no girl, not after sex. When she sees that there won't be any of that and that I start the car, she straightens her dress and walks away. I know she must be thinking “What a hell of a motherfucker”, but I can't do anything about that.
But seriously, this was amazing! I really needed an orgasm. Now for sure I can wait until tonight without feeling my insides burn from the lack of sex.
I watch her go to her car looking around to see if anyone has seen us. What logic! Now does she care? It didn't seem to mind as she moaned in my ear. I start it and walk past her opening the car window.
“It was a great pleasure, girl. – I say, blinking an eye – It was. — I close the window. In response she gives me the middle finger.
Around three in the afternoon I leave my clinic to see Robert. When I walk into his office, his face isn't very nice.