Chapter 3
Though it seemed like it had taken the longest time, when Marcy found herself back out in the hall, she glanced up at the clock.
It had only taken twenty minutes, and Mrs. Reynolds' Math class was still going on. She did not know what she was supposed to do, and at first, she turned to knock on Mr. Morley's office door to ask him.
He had never really settled that. Was she supposed to go back to the woman's class until the period was over, or was she supposed to go up to her room? After all, she had told him she didn't need to learn what Mrs. Reynolds taught. She could just go and study it out of the review book.
Her ass was still sore, and there was even some cream dripping from her pussy, into her panties. In fact, most of her body was sore.
In the end, she decided to go back to the class, in order to avoid any further punishment, at least for the time being. It just seemed like it was the safer thing for her to do, and as she opened the door and stepped in, all eyes looked at her.
Did they know? She thought that maybe they did. After all, they were all looking at her as if they did know.
Mrs. Reynolds nodded toward her seat, so that Marcy knew the woman wanted her to sit down again, but she sensed that he woman knew, too.
"What happened?" Shari leaned over and whispered, and Marcy shook her head.
"He just whipped me again, this time twenty times. I have a feeling I'm going to start being good. Each time, the whippings are longer and harder."
"I don't know why you let yourself get in trouble," Shari said.
"Girls, I want both of you to shut your mouths," the teacher screamed out. "Unless you both want to pay another visit to Mr. Morley."
And this time, Marcy did keep her mouth closed, because now she was kind of scared of being sent back there.
Of course, she was thinking, when there had been pleasure, it had been fantastic, but when there had been pain, it had been unbearable.
And since there had been pain when it ended, with those last few ruler whacks to her ass, that was what she was thinking about the most.
"Marcy," the teacher said, before she went on with the lesson, "I want you to stay after class so we can have a talk."
Marcy was scared now. She wondered what Mrs. Reynolds wanted to talk to her about, and she decided that at least for the next ten minutes, until the end of the class, she was going to be on her best behavior, even if it killed her.
It almost did, because five minutes more into the lesson, she was once again bored shitless. Though Mrs. Reynolds was an attractive redheaded lady, she rated as one of the most boring, if not the most boring, teacher that Marcy'd ever encountered.
When the bell rang, the other students gathered up their books, and Marcy continued to sit with her hands folded, at her desk. Mrs. Reynolds waited until the others had left, walked over and closed the door, then walked toward the young girl.
"What happened in Mr. Morley's office?" she said, leaning back against the desk in front of Marcy's, and folding her arms.
"Why, nothing. I mean, the usual punishment. Only this time, harder."
She noticed the woman sniffing, as if she had a runny nose.
"And that's all?" she asked. "That's all that happened there?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds. What more do you think could have happened?"
"I'm not paid to think about that, young lady," the woman said, suddenly taking on a stern, snotty attitude. "I just wanted to make sure that he punished you well enough to keep you on your best behavior from now on. Now you missed the homework assignment that I gave while you were out of the class. I want you to do the problems on pages fifty-three and four, and I'm going to check over your paper more carefully than the rest. If you think this class sucks, I'm just going to make it harder for you."
And then, the woman was silent for a few seconds.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, sniffing at the air again.
"You mean that I'm dismissed?" Marcy asked, and Mrs. Reynolds nodded.
"You don't expect me to sit here looking at your tear-streaked face all day, do you? Get out of my classroom now!"
The young girl stood up, picked up her books, and started to leave. Mrs. Reynolds turned to watch her, and was rather surprised when Marcy turned and told her to have a good day, something she had never done before.
As soon as Marcy was out of the room, Jean Reynolds started to smile slyly.
That bastard did it again, she started to think. Marcy won't admit it to me because she hates me, but that bastard Mike Morley did it again. He couldn't keep himself from doing it, the lecherous old bugger. Or young bugger.
She walked to her desk, pulled out some homework papers from the day before, then started to go over the problems, making big red X's over the wrong answers.
But she could not concentrate for long, because she couldn't think of anything else but Michael Morley, and his beautiful dick.
She closed her eyes for a second, and remembered the only other cock she'd ever seen in her life, before his. That happened to be the cock on Mr. Robert Reynolds, the man she had been married to for three years, whose name she still kept.
When she had first met Robert, she'd fallen head over heels in love with him. Both of them were studying Math at the college where they met.
He was her ideal kind of man, with short blond hair and light blue eyes. Also, she could tell, he had a muscular chest and muscular arms.
They started to date each other, and he was as much attracted to her as she was to him. Back in those days, many girls remained virgins until they were married, and Jean had been planning on doing that.
She was also planning on marrying Robert, who told her how much he loved her, and how she would be the ideal wife.
He had his own apartment off campus, and one night, she found herself there late. She asked him if he would walk her home to her dorm, but Robert shook his head.
"Why don't you spend the night here, Jean?" he asked her.
"Because that would not be proper, Robert. You know that."
"Oh, stop being such a prude. I love you, and you love me. We're going to be getting married one day, so we might as well know what each other is like."
She tried to resist, though not all that much. For Jean Reynolds could be a strong woman when she wanted to be, so she knew that she really did want it to happen. If she hadn't, she could have gotten up and left.
Robert kissed her gently on the lips, and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Although they had known each other for a few months by that time, it was the first time he ever tongue-kissed her, and she felt a warmth flooding through her entire body.
He started to push her back on the bed, and that was it.
He moved his lips to her neck, and while he was licking and kissing her there, his fingers were working their way down to her blouse. She didn't resist as he was opening her blouse. After all, she wanted it now, and also, knew she would marry him.
When her blouse was open, he pulled it off, and while she was sitting up and letting him do that, he opened her bra and pulled that off, also.
Jean knew he loved the way her breasts looked, because he told her as much, and then proceeded to make love to her breasts. At least that was how she thought of it, for he licked and kissed her nipples for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, as he was sucking on one, he was moving his hand down to her pussy, rubbing her first through her pants, then opening her pants.
He slid his hand into her panties, and she moaned as she felt a man touching her virgin pussy for the very first time.
He started to slide his fingers into her, and found her clit within a few seconds. He wiggled it back and forth gently, and Jean could not believe the way she was feeling. Her passions were rising by the second, and she had never believed it was possible to feel such a torrid heat inside of her body.
"Oh, lick me," she started to moan, and he slid down the bed, pulled her pants and panties off, then moved his mouth to her cunt.
As soon as he started to suck on her clit, she was coming.
Her juices were flowing steadily out of her pussy, and he kept sucking and licking that stiff love button inside of her, so well, that she-thought she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
Then, she noticed something. While he was on the edge of the bed, he was moving the lower half of his body around. He was, in fact, opening his pants and then pushing them off, kicking his shoes off at the same time.
When the lower half of his body was naked, he started to turn around.
Jean had never seen a hard cock before in her life, though she had always tried to imagine what one would look like.
As he moved it closer to her mouth, she was happy to see that he looked so long and proud. She was happy to finally see one, but when he tried to get it into her mouth, she didn't know if she could do it.
After all, didn't men piss from their dicks? She knew they did.
"Come on, baby," he moaned to her. "Come on. You can suck it. I know you'll love it. And just think. I'll be feeling the same kind of pleasure you are. I'm turning you on now, and if you suck it, you'll turn me on."
She moved her lips to the head of it and kissed it gently. She did not like the taste of it right away, and it would take her a few more months before she did. But she loved him, and loved the way his cock and balls looked. She knew that it was her duty to try and please him, the way he pleased her.
She rolled onto her side; because she did not like the idea of him hovering over her-face, because then, he could thrust himself all the way into her mouth and throat, and she was not able to pull her head back.
When she lay on her side, of course, she could, and that way, she didn't have to take him in her throat at all.
As she started to come, and felt him sucking out her juices, he started to come in her mouth, and somehow, she managed to choke down the cream, though she still did not like the idea of him shooting it onto her tongue.
But she swallowed it as fast as she could, and the thing that kept her going was the way he kept sucking on her clit, and making her juices flow more and more.
It had turned out to be a nice encounter after all.
Because as soon as he got hard again, he entered her, and Jean got to feel what a fuck was like for the first time in her life.
Considering the fact that she was twenty at the time, she had waited many years.
And since she loved him so much, she felt sensational when he was able to slide his cock right inside of her, all the way, without causing her mush discomfort. She started to move her body around beneath his, and ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks, feeling how taut his ass cheeks were each time he thrust into her.
His ass got nice and wet while he was fucking her, wet with his passion sweat, and when he started to kiss her, she sucked on his tongue.
The heat radiated through her body, and as he started to moan that he was going to come, and she felt the cream shooting into her pussy, she came harder. It was one of the most explosive events of her life.
She could feel her pussy spasming around his cock as he was coming, and she felt so responsible for his orgasm, that she loved her own orgasm even more.
Then, the next morning, when they woke up, they fucked again.
She loved it when he woke up with an erection, that he worked right into her pussy, and decided that it was the best thing in the morning.
Within two months, they were married, and things between them were really sensational. Since they were both studying Math, and both intended to be teachers, they had so much in common, and she was happy about that.
They would go to classes together, and then come home to fuck and suck each other for hours and hours.
In fact, it was a great way to relax before they had exams, too.
Whenever he was tense, she was more than willing to go down on him and suck his cock for him, sometimes without even insisting that he reciprocate. Since she had gotten used to the taste of his cock, and loved it when she made him come in her mouth, not only because she now loved the taste of the come, but also because she loved turning him on, she ended up doing that more often.
Jean Reynolds never even thought that there might have been a friction building up between them because of the very fact that they were both studying the same thing, and she happened to be the brighter student.
She was always so supportive of him, and thought that he would be the same way with her, and when she thought back on it, she knew that she should have realized something that very first night when they took their first huge midterm and then came home to talk over the problems.
They had both written down their answers on a separate sheet of paper, and of course, the ones that matched, they assumed, were right. The ones that didn't were the problems that they decided to go over, just out of curiosity. At least she thought that was the reason why he wanted to go over them, and as they did, he was discovering that where their answers were different, Jean was the one who had gotten the problem right, and he had gotten it wrong.
She rubbed his short blond hair and kissed him on the cheek, sensing the he was upset, and telling him that it made no difference.
It might have made no difference to her, but it did to him.
He said nothing to her, but that night, when they made love, he did not go down on her and eat her the way he usually did. He ate her for a few second, then slid his way up her body and started to fuck her.
"Not so hard," she moaned, when she felt him ramming it into her, and felt the way her thighs seemed to be on fire because of the way he was ramming it into her.
She could feel a burning from his groin, and he started to come inside of her less than a few minutes after he started, leaving her with a feeling of frustration. When he pulled right out of her, then rolled over and went to sleep, she was a little bit annoyed, but thought nothing of it.
After all, she still loved him, and love, she knew now, could be blind.
Because she didn't even notice what happened the next few times they had exams, and she got a higher grade than he did, which happened all those times.
He was rough with her, and he was obnoxious and cold.
When it came to fucking her, he did it hard, so that she felt more pain than she did pleasure. He also didn't seem to be concerned with whether or not she had an orgasm or not, because he just rammed himself in and out of her cunt until he would come, and then he'd pull out, roll over, and fall asleep.
The night that the final grades came back, and she learned that she had graduated the top in the class, while he had been third from the bottom, she wanted to go out and have a victory dinner, but he, of course, was not for it.
He said they could celebrate at home, and what started as a celebration for her turned into something of a nightmare.
He was so depressed about his own grades, and didn't even seem to care about hers, that she started to accuse him of not loving her, and of being selfish.
That led to his slapping her a few times across the face, and it was the very first time that he ever did anything like that.
Jean Reynolds would always think of that night as the night she had been raped, because she was not turned on at all when his cock got hard, and since he wanted to fuck her, he literally ripped her clothing off, then rammed his cock into her. Since she was not willing, and was somewhat dry, all that she felt was pain.
She started to scream, and he thought she might bother their neighbors, so he pressed his hand down flat over her mouth. When she bit him, because he was keeping her from breathing, he slapped her around a little bit more.
He bloodied her lip and her nose, and in the end, her cunt, for she never did get wet, though he kept on thrusting until he was ready to come. Then he shot his load into her, and she groaned with relief, because it was over.
Things got even worse when she got the first job she applied for at a local school, and he kept getting one rejection after another. Very few men like to be supported by their wives, and he was no different. And yet, it was not her fault that she had graduated with honors and had gotten a job, yet he acted like it was.
One afternoon, about two and a half years after they had been married, she came home from a hard day at the school, prepared to just fall asleep. Her husband, though, was in a foul mood, having gotten another rejection that day.
"You know, it's all your fault," he said to her, and she was shocked.
"Just what do you mean by that?" she asked.
"When we were going to school, you kept coming on to me all the time. All you ever wanted to do was fuck, so I fucked you because you turned me on. But you wanted more and more, and I never had time to study."
"You lying motherfucker. You were the one who always wanted to fuck. It's not my fault, and I'll not have you placing the blame on me."
"It is, too," he insisted, and then, she just let it out.
"I can't help it if you're stupid."
And that was it. He started to beat her and slap her, and there was one point when he had his hands around her throat, and she thought she would die. He choked her for the longest time, until she managed to kick him between the legs, so hard, that he doubled over in pain.
Jean ran out of the apartment and never went back when he was there.
The next afternoon, when he was out looking for a job, she packed her things and left him a note. She was going to live with her sister until she found a place of her own, and she was seeing a lawyer that day.
There was no way he could contest the divorce. Many neighbors had heard the fight, and the red marks around her neck where he had tried to strangle her were still there, and would be for the next few weeks, forcing her to wear scarves at work.
And she decided to give up on men. They were all alike, she thought. They only loved a woman when they could fuck her, and since she didn't care about sex so much after his last few abusive bouts with her, she could go without it.
They were also jealous of a woman if she had a successful career, and since she had a steady teaching job, and happened to be one of the most well-loved teachers in the school where she worked, she just devoted herself to her work.
She took on many extra assignments, being the teacher supervisor for many after school activities, so that the students loved her as well as the other teachers.
She was also happy that she'd kept her married name, because although she was not married any longer, having gotten the divorce as fast as she could, she thought it was better than being a Miss, like Miss Gilbert, who everyone thought of as an old spinster, though she was only in her late twenties, like Jean herself.
But no matter how good her work was, she could not do anything when budget cuts suddenly hit. Since most of the Math teachers were older than she was, and had been there longer, she was one of the few teachers who had to go.
Jean was shattered. For the next few months, she tried to get another job, and she could understand how her husband had felt, though it still didn't make her consider going back to him. She knew that he wanted her.
What she did do was arrange to have him pay her some alimony, since he had somehow managed to get himself a job at some school.
With the alimony and unemployment, she was able to keep going, though her life seemed to be so empty. After all, all those years, her life had been her work, and now without any work, there was no life.
One afternoon, when she was feeling so depressed, and even contemplating suicide, her sister called her up and asked her if she'd picked up the news that day.
"No reason to," Jean had said, and her sister started to scream at her.
"You fool. You have to get a job. You're good, and you will, but you won't if you don't start to look for one. There was a decent one in the paper today for some school upstate. I think you could get it."
The idea of having to move out of the city to get a job did not appeal to her, and chances were good that she wouldn't have bothered to go on the interview, had her sister not been as helpful as she was.
Linda drove over, picked Jean up, and dragged her upstate, driving the whole way, and shutting Jean up whenever she started to nag about how she would become a hermit if she lived upstate, and so on and so on.
However, the second Jean Reynolds took one look at Michael Morley, the man who ran the school, she knew she wanted that job, no matter what she had to do to get it.
Michael was a few years younger than she was, and he was just starting the school, so the whole staff would be new.
He was also the same type of man that her husband had been, as far as looks went, with short blond hair and light blue eyes. If anything, he was taller, and when he smiled and his dimples showed, he looked so handsome.
The interview was a complete success, and she got the job. The next day, she drove back up in her own car, with her suitcases filled with her clothing, and she had not left the school since, having worked there for the last seven years.
Each night, she would go to her room and dream of Michael Morley.
For the few years since she had been divorced from her husband, she had forgotten all about the sexual feelings she used to feel with him.
But when she'd, think about Michael, she could just touch her pussy and she would start to com e, and that happened quite often.
She would dream of sucking on his cock, which she imagined had to be quite huge, and she would touch her clit and come. Sometimes, when she wanted to take herself further, she would wiggle her clit back and forth faster, and there were many nights when she fell asleep with her fingers in her cunt, because she had wiped herself out into exhaustion from her orgasms.
When she would be called into his office so they could have a talk, she would always be happy that she could sit, because his smile would make her weak in the knees. Jean Reynolds did her best not to let on, however, because she did not sense the same feelings coming back from him.
But then, one day, when Linda came up to see her on a Sunday, and they took a drive around some lovely lakes and woodsy areas, they had a talk.
"I think that the head of the school is so handsome," Linda said. "Tell me about him. What's he like? Do you two get along?"
"We have a fantastic business relationship," Jean said, blushing.
"I see. Jean, I've known you long enough. You love him, don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Linda. And don't think you know me so well."
"Yes, this is it. You always put yourself on the defensive. I know he looks so much like Robert used to look, so I could understand it."
And though she tried to be strong, her sister got her to confess.
Linda also started to tell her that if she had feelings for Mr. Morley, she should not try to hide them. She should, at least, let him know.
"Because you never know, Jean. You're a lovely woman. You're hiding your feelings from him, so there's every reason to believe that he's hiding them from you. Maybe he likes you, too, but is getting no feedback."
Of course, she had thought about it, and it took Linda's convincing for her to have a long talk with him, that same day.
She'd been in the cafeteria having some coffee, in the early part of the evening, when Michael had walked in and smiled. He poured himself a cup, then walked over and sat down next to her, smiling at her.
"Did you and your sister have a nice day, Jean?" he asked her.
"Fabulous, Mike. Fabulous. We had a long talk. It's been a while since I've felt this close to Linda. She gave me some good advice."
"About what?"
"About my feelings for you. Mike, I'm going to be honest. Since the very first day I've met you, I've liked you quite a bit. That was years ago. I don't know what I'd like to come of it, but I'd like to get to know you better."
She would never forget the way he treated her then. He took her hand and patted it very lovingly, and continued to smile at her.
"Jean, I like you a lot, too. As a friend. But that's all. You're a good teacher, and I'd love to have you working here as long as this school exists. But as far as anything else goes, well, there is nothing else."
"I understand," she said, though she felt like she would die then.
She could not understand it. She felt as if she was one of the most attractive female teachers in the school, and didn't know why he didn't want her.
Jean Reynolds started to think that there was something wrong with him. There just had to be, because there was nothing wrong with her, she knew.
Her fantasies about him continued, and they would be cordial with each other when they would meet in the halls. He never talked about what had happened between them that day in the cafeteria, and in many ways, she was happy.
She liked the fact that he was a strict disciplinarian, because she felt that girls needed discipline at this particular age.
And whenever a girl would break the rules, she would see to it that they were taken to his office, though she did suspect certain things, long before she finally confronted Marilyn about it.
She knew he used the ruler on many girls, because sometimes, she would stand outside the office and listen.
And Jean had suspected something happened with Nicki, though she could not prove it. She also suspected something with Nancy, and Anise.
But she was absolutely positive when it came to Marilyn, although she was not sure at first. But when the girl stopped coming to class, she was more and more suspicious, and when she gave the girl an F, then saw that he changed it to an A.
Jean Reynolds was absolutely positive one day when she was passing by the man's office, and heard some moaning. She pressed her ear against the door and listened as attentively as she could. She recognized his voice, when he whispered about how good she felt, and she recognized Marilyn's voice.
She knew for sure that it was not only happening, but that it must have happened more than this one time when she passed by.
Jean stood near, one end of the hall a little bit later, and saw the door open, and saw Marilyn step out of the office door and look both ways before she stepped out and started to run down the hall.
Ten seconds later, Jean was barging into his office.
He looked up at her, and seemed quite upset that she'd come in without knocking. He was about to say something about it, she knew, but she shut him up. She had slammed the door closed behind her so no one could hear.
"I know what's going on between you and Marilyn, Mike," she said to him. "I suspected it for the longest time, but now I know."
"You don't know what you're talking about, Jean."
"Don't try to make me think I'm an ass or something. I always wondered why you weren't attracted to me, and now I know. You like young girls. Young sixteen year old girls. Isn't that true, Michael? Isn't it?"
He tried to shake his head no, but she knew that he knew there was no way he could deny it, and just to shake him up a little bit, she started to list the names of some of the other girls she thought he could have been with.
When she mentioned Nicki, he seemed to get more upset, and the mention of Anise sent shivers through his body.
Finally, he folded his hands and asked her straight out.
"What is it that you want from me now?" he asked. "I mean, you come in here accusing me, as if you want something from me."
"I just want you," she said. "Just once. Or maybe more than once. Please, Mike. I want to know what you taste like, and what you feel like."
He stood up, and she could see that his cock was bulging in his pants.
"Jean, I think this would be terrible for our relationship. I want you to know that right now. But I'll do it. Just once. If you promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"I swear, Mike," she said, and she moved her hand to his crotch.
She started to rub his cock bulge, and loved the way that it felt. Slowly, she pulled his zipper down, and then she was taking his cock out of his pants. She wanted to see all of him, though, and asked him to please take off his clothing.
Deep down, she knew that she had the upper hand, that she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to do.
And so, she told him to lean back while he would feel her mouth on his cock, even going so far as to guarantee him the best blow job of his life. She licked the base of his cock first, then sucked his balls into her mouth.
Jean loved it. It had been years since she'd had a cock in her mouth, and she thought that his was not only the most beautiful, but tasted better than the other one that she had sucked before.
She started to slide her lips up and down his cock shaft after sucking on his balls for a while, and she could feel the way he was pulsing in her mouth soon. As she looked up, though, she could see something.
His eyes were clenched shut. She was sure that he had to be fantasizing about something, otherwise, why not keep his eyes open and look down at her? She wanted to say something to him right away, but she did not.
For he was about to come, and as the juices shot onto her tongue, she savored them, and kept his cock in her come filled mouth for a long time. She kept flicking her tongue back and forth over the slit of his dick.
Then she stood up and held his hard cock, and looked at him. After he had started to come, he had opened his eyes, and she stared into them.
"Were you fantasizing about Marilyn while I was sucking you off?"
"No," he said, but she knew he was lying, and told him so. "Look, Jean, you're in control here, and I want to please you. But don't start to get on my case about what I'm thinking about to get off. I told you years back the way I feel about you. I feel honored that you're attracted to me, but don't push it."
And she knew not to. Instead, she started to undress, and she began to lay back on his desk. She pulled him closer to her, and kissed him on the lips, but could tell that she was giving much more than she was.
It didn't matter. The warmth of his hairy blond male body on top of hers was enough to turn her on, and she told him she wanted him to lick her body all over. He did, and though he had his eyes closed as he was sucking on her red nipples, she didn't think too much about it.
For she kept her eyes closed, and just imagined that he was looking at her with the same kind of passion she was feeling for him.
When he moved his mouth down to her cunt and started to lick her, she started to come so hard. It was hardest than she'd ever come in her life, and she thought that she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
"Please fuck me, Mike," she started to moan. "Make it slow, and make it last."
He slid his way up her body, and then, she could feel his cock entering her. She loved the way her cunt just spread nice and wide to take him in, and she thought that he was the perfect size for her.
Still, when it came to kissing, which she loved to do when she was with a man, or had loved it with Robert, she had to pull his head over to hers so that she could start the kissing. Even so, he did not give much.
She sucked on his tongue, and he sucked on hers, and he did make it last, long enough for her to come about four times.
"Now I want to feel you come in me," she started to moan. "I want to feel you filling me up, Mike. Please."
And she opened her eyes then, and could see that he had his eyes closed. It bothered her once again, because she thought that he had to think of something else in order to get himself off so he could come.
However, when she felt the cream shooting into her, she started to moan loud, and knew that nothing else mattered. The feeling of his come filling her up was all that counted, and she came again around him.
But something else happened then, too. She realized how much she loved sex, and since she loved it with him, she knew she would have to have him again.
After that first time, she tried not to do it too often, and almost felt like she was bothering him when she'd go to his office.
The second time she told him she wanted him, he looked up at her.
"Jean, I thought you and I made a promise, I thought I would do it to you that once, and that would be all. You've broken your promise."
"You've had Marilyn a lot," she said to him. "Not that I want you to have me as much as you've had her. I know I promised, Mike. But I love you so much, and I just want to feel it again. Please."
And because she still knew about Marilyn, and had that over him, he had to do whatever she wanted. She sometimes sensed that he hated her for having it over him, and whenever he would be coming in her cunt, he would keep his eyes closed.
Jean really did love him, and did not want to abuse him because of what she knew, so she made sure not to go to him too often, and when she did, she would tell him that she'd just been thinking about his strong body, and needed a fix.
Then, at the end of last term, Marilyn had graduated.
When the fall semester began, Michael Morley had called her into his office, and he had laid it on the line.
"Jean, Marilyn is gone, and there's nothing you have over me any longer. I want us to still be friends, but no longer lovers. I hope you understand."
She did not, but she knew that there was nothing she could do. She still wanted him, but there was no way she could get him.
Until now. Until this very afternoon.
The sex smell on Marcy was quite obvious to anyone who would know about sex, she thought, and she did. He had taken Marcy, though she never would have come out and admitted it. But she, Jean Reynolds, knew it for a fact.
And so, she stood up and started to walk down the hall toward his office. When she knocked on the door, and he opened it, she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"So, you've just had Marcy, right Mike?" she asked, licking her lips.