Chapter 10
"Young lady, do you have a pass to be walking around the halls in the middle of class?" Paul questioned sharply. He was really in a foul mood that day. He had had a violent argument with Joyce the evening before and was taking it out on anyone who happened to cross his path.
"Are you speaking to me, sir?" the beautiful and vivacious girl asked, whirling around on her heels.
"Yes, I am ... "
"A pass ... a pass, yes?" she echoed and then let loose with a hearty laugh. Her laughter was deep, natural and contagious and Paul felt a lifting of his spirits, a brightening of his mood and this aggravated him.
"Why are you laughing," he cried, trying to maintain a respectable demean.
"I'm laughing because ... well, because I'm not a student."
"You're not?" Paul questioned, his face breaking into a smile.
"That's right I'm a new teacher here," she replied.
"But ... but you look so young ... just like one of the students."
"Why, I thank you most kindly but I assure you I'm not I'm Barbara Rogers and I teach out of the History Department"
"I'm so sorry," Paul said, adding "so embarrassed, too."
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm really flattered and pleased to have you think I'm so young. And please call me Barbara. I want to make friends here. You see, I'm kind of scared. This is the first time I've ever taught."
"Don't be scared," Paul said, "just be natural and everything will be all right. You'll see."
"I hope so," she replied. Her voice was so pleasant and so refreshing that Paul felt instantly at ease with her, felt as though he had known her for a long time. Not only that, but Barbara Rogers was extremely beautiful. She was more beautiful than Paul thought a teacher should be.
He stood there for a long moment, just staring at her, appraising her, refreshed by her beauty. Her hair was a light brown, with reddish gold highlights framing a beautiful face that seemed to contain a perpetual smile. Barbara had straight white teeth and eyes that sparkled with life and vitality.
"Are you free this period," Paul asked, just to have something to say.
"Yes, I am and to tell you the truth I'm kind of at a loss for something to do. I was just walking up and down the halls getting more used to the place ... "
"Why don't we go down to the teacher's cafeteria and have a cup of coffee ... that way we can get to know each other."
"I'd like that ... very much."
Paul gestured with his hand to a nearby stairway and Barbara led the way. Paul let her go a few steps ahead so that he could look at and admire the girl's beautifully proportioned body.
She was wearing a tight skirt and sweater-modest but stimulating, respectable but alluring. He watched as the young teacher walked and Paul could see her body moving beneath her clothing ... moving rhythmically ... sensuously.
"What's happening to me," Paul thought chidingly. "I can't even talk to a fellow teacher without looking at her and sizing her up sexually." But this was the case with Barbara. She just wasn't a girl to be taken lightly. Her body was there ... definitely there and it was impossible to ignore it. It demanded attention and every normal man give it gladly.
The coffee break proved to be most enjoyable for both of them and turned into a lunch date since they both had the same free lunch period. Lunch, too, was pleasant and during the next few weeks it turned into a regular thing. Finally, their meetings at school became the highlights of the day for both of them. They went through their morning classes anticipating the lunch period and then for the rest of the afternoon they would look forward to the next day.
It was only natural that since their personalities seemed to be so well suited, their attractiveness mutual, their interests so similar that the two of them should eventually make plans to have dinner together.
Barbara knew that Paul was married and that he had a daughter, but she also knew that he was unhappy, miserable and bitter about his wife and marriage. It had been easy for Paul to confess all to her-to speak his mind freely almost as if he were talking to himself.
Barbara was completely understanding. She never made moral judgments of any kinds and she found Paul just as easy to talk to as he did her. She confessed that she had been in love once, deeply in love, passionately in love, completely in love.
The man that Barbara had loved was also married and had led her on and made her believe that she was the only one for him, the one that would eventually end up marrying and living with once he had obtained a divorce.
However, he just seemed to keep putting it off, keep putting off telling his wife, keep stalling in getting a divorce. Finally, he told her that he had no intention of obtaining one. Barbara, at the time, was still in college and had buried herself in her studies so that she graduated early with outstanding grades and at the time that she met Paul she was just getting over the hurt-just becoming able to enjoy life again.
Paul took her to a discreet restaurant It was dimly lit, each table had subtle soft candle lights and there was an overall romantic atmosphere. It was easy for them, especially after a couple of drinks, to confess to each other their feelings of loneliness and since both of them felt the same basic feelings they were most receptive and understanding.
After the dinner Paul drove Barbara to her apartment. He took a scenic route, one that was longer but more pleasant and during the drive they continued pouring their hearts to each other.
Since they were both being honest in their feelings and emotions there was a natural warmth flowing between them and Barbara felt herself inching over next to Paul and within a few minutes he had wrapped his strong arm around her.
"Would you like to come up for a nightcap? Barbara asked, as they pulled up in front of her apartment building.
"Yes," Paul replied, pulling the car over to the curb and parking it.
They both got out and Barbara led the way through the lobby and into the elevator and up to the top floor. She produced a key from her purse, opened the door to her apartment and held it so that Paul could walk in first.
He was very much surprised to see that the apartment was as charming as its occupant. The whole place seemed to radiate warmth, a sense of home that Paul hadn't experienced in years.
He sat down on a large comfortable sofa while Barbara disappeared into the kitchen to mix up a couple of drinks.
"Scotch and water," she said, handing him his glass.
"And what are you drinking?"
"The same," Barbara replied sitting down next to him on the couch and placing her drink on the nearby coffee table.
She looked so beautiful, so inviting that Paul couldn't resist. He slowly eased over next to her and almost as if the two of them were drawn by some magnetic force, their faces drew together, their lips touched and then pressed firmly together.
Just touching her sent thrills throughout Paul's body, thrills that he hadn't experienced since that day in the park with Joyce. It was different when there was love, different from just sex and as Paul felt the young girl warm, trembling and breathing next to him, he knew that he loved her.
Against her own will, Barbara felt herself surrendering ... surrendering to another married man, perhaps another deadened, perhaps another hurt-but all of that seemed unimportant at the moment. All that she knew was that she wanted him, desired him, needed him.
It had been a long time sense she had allowed anyone to get this close and her need was great ... desperate. She molded her body against him and wrapped her arms around Paul's neck, pulling him even tighter against her.
Barbara's lips parted almost as a signal ... a sign of total surrender and Paul understood its full meaning. His strong, manly tongue slid out between his own lips and over her even white teeth-swirling around the cavern of her mouth and stimulating her, arousing her and making her feel his presence there as he hoped he would make it felt somewhere else later on.
Even if it went only this far Paul thought that he'd be satisfied, be content, just knowing that Barbara had allowed him the liberty that he was now enjoying.
But as her hot, irregular breath fell against his smooth cheek ... as her body quivered at his touch, Paul knew that it would go further. There was no possible way for them to stop now.
Within his pants Paul felt his cock hardening.. ..reaching its most solid state. He was excited ... more excited than he had been for a long time.
The urgency of that kiss began to abate. They both knew that they were ready ... ready for anything and everything. There was no longer any need to play games, to put on an act, to maintain the facade of cold aloofness, of respectability. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing. It was natural, it was what they needed.
"Would you like to see the rest of the apartment," Barbara said, easing herself free and patting her hair back into place.
"Yes, I would very much," Paul said, rising from' the couch and helping Barbara to her feet.
She pointed out the kitchen quickly and then led him down a long corridor and into a huge bedroom. She didn't flick on the main light switch but instead, illuminated a small lamp on her dressing table. There was light enough now in the room so that they would see everything, yet there wasn't enough light to make it embarrassing, to make whatever was going to happen strained and uncomfortable.
Barbara crossed the room and stood next to the bed. She turned and stared at Paul.
Even from the distance where Paul stood, halfway across the room, he could see Barbara's blue eyes sparkling with passion ... with excitement ... with lust They seemed to invite him to come and join her, to take her and possess her.
With a few steps Paul closed the distance between them quickly and took Barbara in his arms. She tilted her head upward and Paul's lips crashed down onto hers, no longer slow and cautiously, but this time with an urgency that both of them felt
Barbara's arms wrapped around his waist underneath his sports jacket and her fingers dug into his muscular back, running up and down the length of it, digging at the strong muscles. Their bodies squeezed tightly together and Barbara's body molded perfectly against Paul's solid shape.
She could feel his prick straining and pressing against her tender thigh and the feeling of it aroused her even more. She began to grind her body against his and the friction of their moving bodies made Paul's cock tingle with pleasure.
"You're beautiful ... more beautiful than anyone else I've ever known," he whispered.
"Don't hurt me," Barbara said, her voice low and hardly audible.
"Hurt you? I'd never hurt you. I ... I love you."
"Don't say that ... don't ever say that," Barbara said, lurching away from him.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked anxiously.
"I ... I just don't want to be tricked again. I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being used."
"Barbara, for the first time in my life I know what I'm doing. I know why I'm here and I know how I feel ... I love you ... I really do and I mean that."
"But you have a wife."
"Whom I can't stand."
"But you're still married to her."
"Tied to her, shackled to her is more the word but now ... now that I know, I don't think that I can go on with the facade any longer."
"What do you mean?"
"I have to be free, to be able to see you honestly, to be with you without shame or guilt."
"I don't believe you."
"I can't prove anything. I just know how I feel and I know I mean it."
"I know how you feel too, but how you feel tomorrow might be a different story and I can't get myself worked up-I can't build my life on dreams and phantasies."
"Do you want me to go," Paul asked, kissing Barbara gently on the curve of her throat.
"No, not that," Barbara replied, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling over the brim.
"Then believe-with all your heart-believe that. I'm yours from now on. Over the weeks I've grown to love you, grown to need you and my course is clear, my direction set. I am going to be divorced."
There was such force and sincerity in Paul's tone that Barbara's whole heart seemed to swell with love and belief. It was as real to her as Paul was-lying next to her-and every muscle in her body relaxed.
Barbara surrendered and Paul knew it.
He rolled over on top of her, his strong mouth again clamping down on her. The kiss was full of meaning, full of love and Barbara felt herself getting hotter ... wanting Paul more with each second.
Paul's lips did not remain on hers for very long. His kisses fell quickly on her cheeks and then her neck and finally his lips moved down between the soft mounds of her breasts. Paul's tongue darted out and like a fiery sword, cut its way across the womanly mound until he caught the tip of her nipples. Sparks of excitement shot through Barbara's body, making her feel alive and wanted.
Paul's lips parted and then clamped shut on her hardened nipple. He sucked wildly and Barbara squirmed with passion.
"It's real ... it's real, I know it is," she whispered as her head rolled back and forth with pleasure.
Paul's tongue continued to excite her even more and his hand slid down over her tight belly through the fine brown down and stopped at the entrance to her vagina.
With one strong finger Paul parted the lips of her cunt and penetrated deep into the hot, wet, fleshy folds of her womanhood.
Barbara squirmed with delight, arched her back and forced herself further onto Paul's probing digit. Everything about her seemed to be transformed. She was moving in unison with his every touch, his ever contact and Paul felt satisfied ... happy that he was able to make her feel so good.
"Take me, Paul ... now ... I'm yours. I love you," Barbara whispered.
Paul shifted his position, sliding full length on top of her. He reached down between their warm bodies, grasping his solid manhood and aimed it at the entrance to her vagina. He moved his hips slightly and the tip of his shaft parted her lips slightly and penetrated.
It was Barbara who made the next move, squeezing the muscles of her buttocks she forced herself upward and impaled herself even more on Paul's prick.
Paul increased the pressure and his took slid further and further into Barbara's hot pussy, the two of them finally came together, their loins met and began to grind out the rhythm of love.
Barbara's cunt was fantastic, better able to give pleasure to Paul than anything he had ever felt before. The walls of her cunt churned with excitement. She controlled every muscle miraculously and he started to feel the intense pleasure of his flesh mount up within him.
Within a few minutes the two of them were moving violently out of control, panting like wild animals, savage in the fury of their lust.
Paul's thrusts became faster and more violent. He moved so fast that his prick didn't have a chance to recover from the pleasure of the first thrust before it was experiencing the delights of the next. Barbara's cunt seemed to graft onto Paul's cock, to suck at it and as he would withdraw, its walls seemed to follow it out.
Barbara's body moved in perfect unison with his and her own excitement, mounting all the time, made the pleasure that she was feeling along the length of her cunt spread throughout the length of her body-every nerve was screaming for release. Every fraction of her body was aching with ecstasy. The pleasure seemed to start at the entrance to her pussy and spread up to her stomach like little fingers kneading her and making her squirm with ecstasy.
Then it happened. From deep within her groin, Barbara felt the first explosion, an explosion so powerful that her body shook and then came the deep beautiful sensations of release as her fluid flooded her channel.
Paul screamed and with one final thrust of his cock he erupted into ecstatic pleasure. His fluid was surging forth in a surgence of pleasure that he couldn't believe and couldn't understand.
It was a long time before the two of them were able to move, to be able to speak. Their climaxes had been so strong and so violent that they were completely exhausted ... completely drained.
Paul left Barbara that night burning with love. He knew what he had to do and for the first time he had the motivation and courage to do it.
Telling Joyce was no easy thing and Paul thought for days about the best way to tell the news to her.
Finally Paul came right out and confessed ... confessed everything from Peggy Martin right through to Barbara Rogers. Joyce was her usual cold calculating self. She didn't seem at all concerned and wasn't even slightly bothered by Paul's infidelity. She, in fact, told him that what he did was his own business and that she couldn't care less.
Paul insisted on a divorce and Joyce continued to refuse. At last Paul went to a lawyer and got the advice necessary to stimulate Joyce into activity.
One thing that she couldn't stand, couldn't tolerate, was that Paul should divorce her, that he would institute the legal action necessary to bring about the divorce.
She was jolted into action and at once filed for a divorce on the grounds of adultery.
It was over at that. She demanded the house that was almost fully paid off, all the furniture and everything that they had in the savings account. In fact, if Paul wanted his freedom he would have to leave penniless, without anything but his clothing to call his own and that's just what Paul did.
The judge decided that Joyce was capable of working and that she didn't need alimony but he did impose child support on Paul, but that was expected.
He took his clothing and moved in with Barbara Rogers. They kept things quiet around the school because a scandal would have ruined them both but after months of waiting, Paul's divorce became final and the following day Barbara and Paul were married.
At last he had found a woman who suited him, who physically appealed to him, who understood his nature, personality and sensitivity and Barbara had found a man to love her ... completely, honestly and fully.
There was no doubt in either mind that they would find happiness together, at least not in my mind, for you see, I'm Barbara Rogers. I wrote this book and everything that I related to you was told me by my husband Paul, just as it happened ... just as he felt.