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  Being with Her

  Amanda Lynn

  Prologue

  Paige

  I sit there staring at the two pink lines on the stick. This can't be happening to me. I'm only nineteen and between taking care of Daddy since his diagnosis and waiting tables at the diner, a baby is the last thing I need. Oh God, what am I going to do? I look around the dilapidated restroom. I can't believe this is what my life has become. I am peeing on a stick in the restroom of the diner in town.

  Hearing the ding of the bell, signaling an order is up, I drop the stick into my bag and wash my hands, then run out of the restroom.

  "Paige! Orders up!" Harold the cook hollers, giving me a look showing his patience is about gone. He's a big man with beefy arms and a buzzed head. He has a constant frown and I know that he doesn't want to be here anymore than me. I started working at the local diner in town to earn extra money. During these times, money has gotten tight with all of Daddy's medical bills, especially since the farm is struggling to stay afloat.

  We live in a small town outside of Garden City, Kansas. Our town has about two thousand people in it. Finding a job was not easy and I needed something flexible to help with Daddy at home. Our farm is outside of town and since Daddy became sick and weak, I’m needed to help out with it. It's just Daddy and me at home; we lost Momma about nine years ago in a car accident on her way home from the store. I was only ten so it was hard losing the most important person in my life. I had a hard time dealing with her loss. At that age, a girl needs her mother but Daddy did the best he could and we became inseparable. I was Daddy's little girl. I think he was just as lost in life as I was, so we clung together.

  At nineteen, I should be away at college but I stayed to be with Daddy for as long as we had left together. My best friend, Morgan, went away to school, so it's been pretty lonely. Without her here all I do is work and spend time with Daddy. There isn't a lot to do in a small town besides get into trouble and I was never one to be in trouble. A short time after Daddy had gotten sick, he called Bobby, his lifelong best friend, to help get all his financial things together. Bobby is an attorney and was going to write up his last will and testament. He began spending more time with Daddy around the house which was great ’cause Daddy really needed a friend. He has always been around throughout my life, but only recently did I notice that he had begun taking more interest in me. At first I thought it was because he felt bad I had no family left after Daddy. Soon he began staying later after Daddy had gone to bed. Sometimes he would take me to dinner and other times just hang around and chat with me. I felt like I had someone out there who hurt like I did, losing Daddy so soon. We would talk about old times and how much I've grown into a young lady. He said that I was the typical blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. I always thought he was just being nice. I enjoyed the company and, in truth, liked some of the attention. He was divorced and had two older kids away in college, so he spent several nights a week with us. He was attractive for an older man. He was in decent shape and had the prettiest chocolate eyes. He had light brown hair and had a closely shaven goatee. At first I would notice him watching me do things around the house. Like one day I was standing on a stool cleaning the ceiling fans in the bedrooms and he came in and instead of holding the stool while I wiped them down he held onto my thighs. I thought it was odd but, like I said, I liked the attention.

  One night, after Daddy had gone to bed, I was doing the dinner dishes and I felt hands on my hips. I glanced behind me as I felt Bobby come up flush against me. He pulled my hair over one shoulder and started kissing along my neck. I knew this was wrong but it also felt good. I felt a tingling feeling stir deep in my stomach. I had never been intimate with anyone before so this was a new feeling to me.

  He moaned into my ear. "Paige, you smell so good."

  I had dropped the pan I was cleaning into the suds as his hands came up to caress my breasts and he began to rub his erection into my lower back. "Bobby, what are you doing?" I half moaned as he continued to rub against my nipples and press up to me. I could feel how aroused he was by the stiffness of his penis.

  He sniffed my hair as he replied, "I've been doing a lot of thinking about you lately. You have grown up so much and turned into such a desirable woman. I can barely hold it together when we're in the same room." He moved his hand down my stomach toward my skirt, pulling it up. He started to rub against my sex. "Jesus, baby, you're so hot. And wet, I've never felt someone this soaked before. I can't get you off my mind." My mind kept thinking it's wrong for him to be seducing his best friend's daughter but my body was eager for his touch.

  As he proceeded to nip at my earlobe, I whimpered and he took that as an invitation ’cause next thing I knew I was sitting on top of the counter and he was between my legs with my skirt pushed up around my waist. He pulled my panties down off my legs and then held them to his nose. "Paige, you smell so fucking good." He put them into the pocket of his slacks. I looked down as he proceeded to pull himself free from his pants. His penis was huge looking to me. That wasn't going to fit inside my body. I didn't have time to tell him that I had never gone this far before as he was pushing inside of me. The first few minutes of the intrusion was so painful that I almost screamed out. He must have realized this cause he slowly began rocking into me, allowing me to adjust to him. He was whispering sweet things in my ear as he continued to kiss and lick all along my neck. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He reached down and began stroking my clit with his fingers. A short time later I started to feel this amazing and weird feeling all throughout my body. The pain had finally subsided and I started to match his movements. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his kisses moved back up to my mouth. I was panting out of breath, struggling to bring more of him into my body. Then all of a sudden, I moaned out of pure pleasure just as he jerked his hips, spilling himself into me. We stayed like that until our breathing evened out and he pulled out of my body. He stood me up in front of him and sweetly kissed my lips. "You are so good for a man like me."

  We stood there staring at one another until I broke the silence. "What now?"

  He looked at me and smiled and said, "Let's go lay down."

  He picked me up and carried me into my room. He pulled back the blanket and lay down beside me until I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. My heart was upset he was not there but my mind was glad ’cause Daddy could never find out. Thinking back, Bobby never asked about having safe sex. Protection on mine or his part was something we should have talked about ’cause there is always consequences.

  Gavin

  My life sucks. I just turned thirty-one and my body is struggling to keep up with all the drinking and women that my buddy and I consume weekly.

  I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I sit on the edge with my head in my hands. I run my fingers through my hair as I look back at the naked brunette laying face down. I can't fucking remember her name. As soon as I fucked her she passed out. I stand, walking into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and to take a piss. I immediately and very quietly get dressed hoping not to wake her. That's always awkward when they watch me hightail it out of there as soon as I'm done. I always go to their place, never mine. Why? Because I don't share my space. Also if they are at my place they expect breakfast the next day. Won't happen. I'd rather fuck and leave. That way there's no emotions that come with cuddling and next-morning kisses. I hear her moan so I grab my boots and get the hell out of Dodge.

  As soon as I get home I jump in the shower to wash her from my body. I then fall into bed butt-ass naked and pass the fuck out. The rest of my weekend consists of grading papers and the same old grocery-store headache.

  I've been a professor here at the community college for about a year
. I wanted to get on at the university but one of the Economics professors refuses to retire. So here I am grading the papers that I have put off grading all week.

  My phone rings and of course it's Steve, my best bud from college. "What's up?" I say, taking a break from grading.

  "Want to go out again tonight?" I swear he will be a forever bachelor.

  "We went out last night." I’m getting tired of the every weekend drinking binge and fuck fests.

  "I know, but this is a new day. You go home with the brunette last night?" He knows that I did ’cause he left with her best friend.

  "You know I did. Don't you get tired of all these fast women?" I ask.

  "Fuck no, the fast ones aren't clingy. I can fuck and leave. You know that's what you like, too." He chuckles.

  "I used to. My dick is tired." He starts laughing.

  "That can't happen to you. The ladies say that dick is made of steel." He's still laughing his ass off.

  "I'll go tonight but then I'm slowing down," I say as I shove the papers into my brief case.

  "Fuck that. I'll see you about nine." He hangs up before I can respond.

  I walk into the bar and nod at the waitress, silently asking her to bring my usual. "What's up?" I ask, sitting next to Steve at the table. "You call Hank tonight?" He's another good friend of ours.

  "That fucker is pussy-whipped. His wife has him doing some stupid-ass honey do list," he says as I pick up my beer that the waitress just sat down.

  "That's beginning to sound better than this every weekend. Don't you ever think about settling down?" I say, motioning for another beer.

  "Hell, no. I don't want some woman telling me what to do and where to go," he grumbles. "Oh shit, don't look now but Charlotte's heading this way."

  "Fuck, she won't give up." I turn toward her as she sides up next to me. She's got this tight-as-fuck dress on that barely covers her ass with heels so high she can hardly walk. I look up and wink. "Char? Been what – a month?" I say, patting my lap. She's a fucking easy lay and doesn't have any expectations afterwards.

  She straddles my lap and kisses up my neck. "Yeah, baby, you want come home with me?" She was in my first semester class I taught. She fucking begged me to fuck her all semester but I wouldn't touch her unless she went to another school. Then, surprise, she suddenly changed over to the university that next semester. First chance she had she tracked me down and now here we are.

  "Sounds good to me." She grinds around on my lap seeking relief against my jeans. I slip my hand beneath her dress, pushing her panties aside, rubbing up and down against her sex. She bites down on my neck and moans.

  "Fucking wait till you get her pussy home," Steve groans, knowing that Char likes to be played with in public.

  I pull my finger out, licking it. "We're out then." I help a now frustrated Char from my lap, grabbing her hand. "Catch you later, Steve."

  "Whatever." He chuckles knowing I never turn Char down. She's definitely not someone I would bring home to Mom but she’s entertaining enough for an evening. My partying nights are going to come to a stop, and why not go out with a bang?

  Chapter 1

  Paige

  Two years later

  "Paige, go on to school, Addy will be fine," Sarah, my neighbor two doors down, tells me.

  "I know, it's just hard leaving her." I watch as Addy runs off toward the kitchen.

  It's September, and it's my first day at the community college. Addison, or for short we call her Addy, and I moved a few months ago. I sold the farm after Daddy passed and since there was nothing keeping me there we moved a few hours away to a bigger town to start a new life. Wichita is a lot larger and has several small colleges I could start at. Addy will be two in January and I've never left her with anyone. But we have grown close to Sarah the past few months and she offered to keep her while I went to school. Sarah has been great; she is in her mid-forties and her grown children have moved off. She's the typical mother type. She is tall with auburn hair always pulled up in a bun. She lives in her yoga pants and t-shirts. She seemed lonely so she became attached to us almost immediately after we moved in. She questioned why a single mom and her young daughter were alone in a new town so I finally broke down and told her all about Daddy and also about Bobby. She couldn't believe that a man of his age had seduced a young girl. But she thinks Addy is so beautiful with her blond hair and dark chocolate eyes. She got her blond hair from me and her eyes from her dad.

  Bobby wasn't too happy when I broke the news that I was pregnant. He told me, 'I don't need another kid, Paige, I already have two in college.' I told him that I was keeping the baby with or without him. I think he stayed around after Daddy died just to continue having sex with me. He helped throughout my pregnancy, taking me to some of my doctor appointments and he was even there when Addy was born. I had lost Daddy a few months after I found out about the baby and since he was so sick I decided not to tell him. I didn't want him disappointed with me or ask questions I didn't want to answer. It would make him sad that he wouldn't be here to meet her. Bobby was worried I was going to tell Daddy about the baby and that would end his little love affair with his daughter. I realized that Bobby had begun thinking with his dick because he was wanting my body every time I turned around. Bobby didn't come around too often after Addy was born unless he wanted something from me so that's when I decided to make a change in my life. I decided to start fresh in a new place. I was able to move and start this new life with the money Daddy left us and what I made after I sold the farm.

  "I know, but you’re gonna be late to your first class," Sarah tells me as she picks Addy up to give me a kiss goodbye.

  "Okay! Okay! How do I look?" I was about 5' 8 and a size 6. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a red top. I looked cute, I guess. I didn't wear much make-up so after a few swipes of mascara and lip gloss I was ready to go.

  "You look great; now go before Addy wants to go to class with you." Sarah laughs, pushing me out the door.

  I lean over and kiss Sarah's cheek and give Addy a kiss and a nose rub. She giggles as I wave, walking out to my car.

  As I'm walking into my first class of the morning, Economics 101, the class is already full and the only seat I notice is down front, third row back, between a guy who seems to be asleep and a red-haired girl with lots of curls. I sit down and the guy cracks an eye open, straightens in his chair, and mumbles his name which is Randy. I look over at the girl and she laughs, holding out her hand.

  "I'm Natalie." We shake and I tell her my name as the professor walks in. He doesn't look like the typical professor. He looks to be in his early thirties, but what catches my attention is the fact he is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. I notice several tattoos running down his forearms and he has his eyebrow pierced. His dark brown hair is a mess as if he just ran his fingers through it. He has a body that obviously sees a gym often.

  Natalie leans over and says, "That's yummy."

  I laugh as he introduces himself. "Good morning, everyone, I'm Professor Wright; this is Economics 101. Be sure you're in the right place."

  He scans the class and his eyes land on mine and they are the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. They’re like emeralds sparkling. I lower my eyes to break the intense eye contact we seem to have. He then continues to address the class on what is expected and talks about upcoming papers due. As soon as class is dismissed, I jump up and head toward the door to remove myself from the constant eye contact we seemed to have all throughout class. It was intense and I needed to get out of there. I've only been with one man in my life and having the powerful feelings I was having with my professor was alarming.

  Natalie comes up from behind me. "Hey, Paige, you want to grab some lunch in the school cafe?"

  "Uh, yeah, sure, Natalie," I reply.

  "Call me Nat." She loops her arm in mine and pulls me toward the campus cafe.

  Chapter 2

  Gavin

  As a professor, I try to stay professional. But fuck
if the girl on the third row didn't get my attention. She is beautiful. She has long, blond hair that hangs loosely around her shoulders and the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. I couldn't stop looking over at her. She looked at me funny, either from me staring at her or my unconventional clothing choices as a professor. The college is small and therefore aren't strict on any dress codes so I wear what I'm comfortable in. Most of the other professors wear the standard tie and slacks but fuck that; I ride in on my Harley and have tats down my arms. I do get a lot of looks from others but I don't normally give a shit. I look down at my sitting chart and see the blue-eyed angel is Paige Montgomery. I hope to hell that my style and attire didn't turn her off. Shit, what am I thinking? I'm her teacher, for fuck’s sake.

  This is my third year at the college; at the age of thirty-three I'm one of the youngest professors here. At some point in my career I do hope to move on to the university.

  I clear my throat to get her attention, I mean the class’s attention, and I'm sure I'm frowning because the douche next to her won't stop whispering something to her. She's fucking beautiful so I can't say I don't blame the male population. I mean if I was next to her in class I would be all over her too. I continue talking and explaining papers that will be due throughout my class for the semester, but my eyes always move back over to her. As soon as class is dismissed, she is gone. I watch as she hurries away like she is running from a fire. She has the greatest ass in some tight-as-fuck jeans. Her red top fits her like a second skin and I could see she has some nice curves. My dick comes to life just watching her scatter away from me and I imagine bending her over my desk and burying myself deep within her. Fuck, there I go again, thinking with the head in my pants rather than the one on my shoulders. I shouldn't be thinking of my students in that way. But, damn, she is smoking and I can't help myself.