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  "I can't walk out carrying my panties," she laughs. I grab them and throw them into my brief case.

  I walk her out to her car and kiss her lips promising that I won't be too late setting up some of my office.

  Chapter 19

  Paige

  I leave Gavin so he can finish his day setting up his office. I was not at all happy about walking into his class with a chick sitting on his desk. She barely looks legal and needs to find more clothes to wear. Gavin's told me before that I was the first student he ever pursued so I have to trust I'll be his last. He did break down once, when I asked about the girl from the bar. She looked young. He told me that he had been with her but it was after she switched schools.

  I pull up at the apartment to get Addy from Sarah and Bobby is standing at my door. I go directly toward him ’cause I don't want him knowing that who keeps Addy is only two doors down.

  He sees me approach and meets me halfway. "Hey, baby. I was waiting on you."

  "Why? What do you want?" I say, pulling out my keys to open the door.

  "To see you, of course. Where have you been?" He follows me in and shuts the door.

  "At school. Leave the door open." He flips the lock instead.

  "Where's the fucker you’re sleeping with? And where is Addy? I have rights, you know."

  "Don't threaten me, Bobby. You should probably leave." I walk back toward the door to reopen it and he slams it with his hand. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me away.

  "You need a shower, Paige, you smell like that bastard." He starts pulling me down the hall. I swing out toward him but he grabs both hands and holds them tight. "You fight this and I'll get Addy and take her away where you can't find her." I stop struggling ’cause he knows exactly what will make me cooperate.

  He stops us in front of the shower and reaches in, turning it on. "Take your clothes off and wash that body of the filth." I start to undress realizing I no longer have panties on because Gavin kept them. I pull my top off and stand there in my lace bra and skirt. Bobby points to my skirt. I slowly lower it revealing to him my bareness. "Fuck, baby, you wearing skirts now with no panties."

  I don't answer him as he reaches behind me unclasping my bra. I begin to cry. "Don't do this, Bobby. Please ... I thought you loved me?"

  "I so fucking love you, Paige." He begins removing his clothes too. "Don't cry; you always loved when I fucked you."

  He wraps his arms around me and walks us into the shower. He grabs the soap and starts to wash my body as I stand there crying. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth while his other hand is lathered with soap stroking my sex. Tears are falling down my cheeks ’cause my body is starting to react to his touch. I hate myself for how sensitive my body is to any kind of sexual touch. Once he has rinsed me off he drops to the floor of the shower and props my leg on the side. "You realize, Paige, I've never once tasted you here." He continues to stroke me. I moan out as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I start to grind against his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue and inserts a finger. I scream out Gavin's name sobbing out loud for what my body had just allowed to happen. Bobby looks up at me with fury in his eyes. "I'm not fucking Gavin. I just fucking pleasured you. Now it's my turn." He stands and jerks me from the shower by my arm. I begin to slip on the wet floor and Bobby grabs my waist to steer me onto my bed. "Get on your knees right now." He pushes my head down. I continue to cry. "You bite me and you'll regret it. Now open your fucking mouth and suck me dry." He shoves himself into my mouth and thrusts brutally in and out while I suck and cry. "Use your fingers, I want to watch you pleasure yourself while you fuck my dick." I slip my hand between my legs and begin rubbing myself. His hands are twisted in my hair and I feel his cock start to swell so I know he's close. I'm about to reach my own release as I moan. As soon as I moan my orgasm he releases his all down the back of my throat. I hear my phone ring from inside the bathroom where it was dropped when I undressed. He pulls himself out and pulls me up to my feet. He grabs my fingers and sucks. "That fuck of a boyfriend is ruining our evening by calling. Next time I'm going to fuck your pussy until you can't walk." I fall to the floor as he walks back into the bathroom, returning completely dressed. He bends down and kisses me before walking out the door.

  I struggle to get up and I turn the shower back on with trembling hands. I wash my body of Bobby completely. I cry as I brush my teeth. I can't believe he just did that to me. I can't tell Gavin; he won't ever want me again. I'll be dirty trash. Once I have redressed I look and Gavin has called again and texted also.

  Gavin-6:05 pm - Where are you? On my way home.

  I quickly type a text back that I was visiting Sarah and on my way. I run down and grab Addy.

  Sarah instantly knows something is wrong. "What happened, Paige?" I deny everything ’cause I feel so dirty and ashamed. "Nothing, just a long day. We got to get home, Gavin's on his way. Thanks for keeping her a little extra."

  "You know it's no problem." Sarah kisses Addy and we leave to head home.

  Chapter 20

  Gavin

  When Paige and Addy come in, I can tell that Paige is upset. I figure it’s ’cause of either Doug the douche or ’cause she caught Brittany sitting on my desk. We eat dinner and afterwards Paige takes Addy up to bathe her.

  After putting Addy down, Paige crawls into bed and snuggles into my side while I lay there with my laptop working on the rest of this week’s lectures. "Can we push the wedding back into March or April? Since it's going to only be about twenty people can we do an outside wedding at the park in town?"

  "Sure, baby, whatever you want. It's your day." I kiss her forehead. She smiles and within minutes she's fast asleep.

  **

  The next few weeks go fine. Paige hasn't mentioned either Bobby or Doug so hopefully they have given up. I, however, have got an admirer; seems that Brittany is a little infatuated with me. She continues to stare at me and she tries to answer all the questions in class. Just this week while always sitting front and center, with those short fucking skirts, she has started to sit with her legs spread enough that you can see that she isn't fucking wearing any panties.

  It's Wednesday and I have just dismissed class and I'm sitting at my desk when I hear the door reopen. I look up and Brittany is walking toward me. "Whatcha need, Ms. Sloane?"

  "I think I need that extra credit, Professor Wright." She walks around my desk and leans her ass on it right next to where I'm sitting.

  I shift my chair back to put a little distance between us and she sees it as an opportunity and she lifts herself onto my desk directly in front of me. She places both feet on each arm rest opening herself to a full view of her waxed pussy. "Get up, Brittany."

  "Come on, Professor Wright, I've seen you looking at my pussy all week in class." She reaches her hand between her legs and strokes a finger up and down her sex.

  "I'm fixing to get married and this is so not appropriate." She pulls her finger away and begins rubbing them on my lips.

  "I remember her. She came in that night upsetting me when I was trying to get my extra credit." She pouts to me and pushes her finger into my mouth. I instantly suck and moan ’cause, damn it, I'm a man and Paige hasn't been feeling well lately. I've got this chick straddling my chair, fucking playing with her pussy for me. I know it is not an excuse. "You don't have to fuck me, Professor, if it's my taste you want I'm all yours." She scoots back propping both feet now on my desk. Her pussy is glistening, she is so turned on. She unsnaps a few of her buttons opening her shirt enough to see she also doesn't have a bra on and her rosy nipples are protruding. I shift in my seat from my erection. She senses my discomfort. "Or I can take care of your needs." She slinks off the desk while I just sit there in total shock. She begins to unbutton my belt and pants, lowering my zipper. As she grabs a hold of my cock, bringing it out, I grab her arm. She looks up and smiles. "Your soon-to-be wife doesn't have to know."

  She lowers her head and licks the tip. The same way Paige does it and I instant
ly stand up knocking her on her ass. I quickly tuck myself in and fix my pants. "I can't. You’re an attractive young girl who can get any guy in school. But not me. Get up." I politely help her up. "I'll see you Friday in class," I say as I grab my briefcase and flee out of the room.

  I feel like shit the whole drive home. What the fuck is wrong with us? It's like everything is against us. First it's Bobby, then Doug the douche, now Brittany. FUCKKK! I slam my hands against the steering wheel.

  I get home and make my way to the shower before Paige and Addy get home. I'm looking through the mail and see a letter with no return address but addressed to me. I promptly open it and what I read makes my blood turn ice cold.

  Professor Wright

  Just wanted to send an update on your little princess. Paige tasted fucking good a few weeks ago when I got my first taste of her pussy. She is divine. She can also suck like a Hoover vacuum. I am one that completely understands why you want to keep that pussy around. Next time I'm going to fuck that pussy ’cause let's face it she's already had it before.

  What the fuck! She's been with him and recently? I wad the letter up, throwing it across the room. I grab the nearest lamp and slam it against the wall, shattering it to pieces. I grab my wallet and keys, jerking the door open as Paige walks up with Addy. I storm past her and ignore her attempts at questioning what's wrong.

  I jump on my bike and get the fuck out of there. I pull up outside a hotel close to campus. Luckily I carry an extra change of clothes for work. As soon as I check in my phone begins ringing nonstop. I hit ignore each time sending her to voicemail.

  After about the fifth call, I listen to her crying telling me she wanted to tell me but she was so ashamed and felt dirty. She was afraid I wouldn't want her anymore and that he forced her to do it. He was there one day when she went to get Addy and threatened Addy against her.

  I'm still pissed off I can't see straight but if he did force her then it wasn't her fault. I just send her a text and tell her that I need a few days to cool off and think about things.

  **

  It's Friday and I still haven't been home. We've texted a couple times but that's it. I'm still furious at the whole situation. I stopped by the house yesterday to grab a couple more sets of clothes, not sure when I'd be ready to go home yet. I need a fucking drink is what I need.

  I'm sitting in my office at work Friday evening talking to Steve, my best friend. We're making plans to go out to the bar for drinks. Someone knocks on my door. "Steve, hold up a minute."

  "Come in." The door opens and once again Brittany is standing there in a pink short-as-fuck dress. She closes and locks it behind her.

  "Steve, I gotta go. Tonight at nine sounds great, the Tavern is fine." I hang up.

  "Whatcha need now, Ms. Sloane? Let me guess, extra fucking credit again." I'm being a dick but I don't really care. It's been a week from hell.

  "Well, Professor," Brittany walks around my desk to sit once again on my desk, "I noticed you weren't having a good day in class." She promptly grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, tossing it across the room. She's completely naked underneath.

  "We went over this before, Brittany." I scoot back in my chair.

  "I know. But I still want you. How about this? I'll lie here on your desk as you work and you can decide when you are ready to taste my pussy. I saw you ride in today on your bike; that was fucking hot. I know deep down you are dying to taste me." She stretches out lengthwise across my desk.

  "Suit yourself." I start to shuffle papers around to see what I need to take with me. I notice her rubbing her finger up between her pussy lips with her legs spread open. She catches me watching and pulls her finger out and twirls it around in her mouth dipping it back into her sex moaning. My cock is growing by the second and I wish my body didn't react to her like this. She pulls it out again holding it out to me. I look from her finger to her face. Her eyes are filled with lust and I'm so fucking furious with life right now that I grab her hand, sucking her finger into my mouth. She sits up shifting back over to straddle me while I sit sucking her finger, staring at her now wet pussy on full display.

  She pops her finger out of my mouth. "Go ahead ... you know you like what you taste." She lifts her hips closer to my face. I can smell her arousal. I dip my head and lick up between her pussy lips sucking her juices off. I latch onto her bud and lightly bite down as she starts to moan. I stick my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. I look up expecting to see Paige and it's Brittany moaning into my palm. I immediately pull away ashamed of what I've just done. She sits up and crawls onto my lap holding her nipple out for me. I latch onto it, biting down as she grinds herself against me. I push in a finger into her sex to help her get herself get off along with the friction of my pants and soon she is biting my neck as she screams her release. She’s panting against my neck.

  I can't believe I allowed that to happen. "You need to leave." I pick her up, setting her on my desk. I walk around and grab her dress, handing it to her while looking away.

  "What about you? I can take care of that," she says, grabbing my throbbing cock.

  "No, you've done enough." I wait as she slowly puts her dress over her head.

  "No, Professor, you did it all," she smiles, hopping off my desk and walking out of my office.

  **

  "What the fuck am I going to do?" I run my hands through my hair as I explain to Steve what happened in my office.

  "Look, I know you love Paige and you're planning on marrying her. But maybe with her drama going on and now this little minx, you need to postpone awhile. Let everything blow over." He gulps down his beer.

  "Fuck, I don't know, I just needed some time after what happened with her and then look what I ended up doing. I'm now no better. I'm not a cheater and Paige is plenty for me. Brittany just came along at a low point for me and I was weak." I finish my beer and raise it to ask for another. We're both getting hammered and I can't give a fuck. After several more rounds and multiple tequila shots later I stagger to the restroom to piss.

  As I open the door to exit, standing against the opposite wall is Brittany. Fuck, she heard me tell Steve where we were going. I stagger out. "What are you fucking doing here?"

  "Came to check on you. Been watching you get smashed with your buddy over there and thought you needed some help. Your buddy is passed out at the table." I try to look for Steve but can't even focus on where our table is. Everything is so blurry. Brittany wraps her arm around me and leads me through the bar. Once we're outside, she opens a door to a small compact car. I climb in and slump down. My head is spinning so I close my eyes a moment. "Where are you going? Hopefully not home to the soon-to-be wife. That would be awkward." She giggles.

  "My hotel is right down the street." I point toward the sign from where she's driving down the road. We pull up and I thank her for the ride as I struggle to climb out of the little fucking car. She laughs as she comes around and helps me out. She reaches into my pocket for the door keycard. Once she locates the right room number we both stumble in. I flop onto the bed sprawled out. She disappears a moment returning without any clothes on. She straddles my lap. "What the fuck are you doing?" I slur.

  "What's it look like I'm doing?" She begins unbuttoning my shirt, opening it and exposing my chest. She runs her fingers up and down my abs stopping to palm rub my pecs. I grab a hold of her hips as she starts on my belt and pants. She climbs off enough to pull them down my legs, straddling me backward, putting her pussy right in my face. I grab a hold of her thighs bringing her to my mouth as if she's my dinner. She lowers her mouth on my cock sucking like a mad woman.

  I moan as I can feel myself swell in her mouth. She pulses against my tongue as I fuck her. "Oh, Paige, this is so fucking good. You taste so good to me."

  She pops me out of her mouth looking back down at me fucking her pussy. "I'm Brittany ... but the way you fuck my pussy you can call me whatever you want."

  I bite her small bud as she screams out my name
, sucking me into her mouth as I explode down the back of her throat.

  I lay there spent, not able to move as I just watch Paige or Brittany she said move down my body facing away from me, trying to get my now relaxed dick into her pussy. I laugh ’cause I'm done. I can't even crawl under the covers as I pass the fuck out.

  **

  I wake the next morning, my head is pounding and as I open I eyes I realize that Brittany is on top of me pounding up and down on my cock. I'm hard as stone watching her tits bounce. She smiles, licking her lips. "Hey, baby ... Good morning."

  I try to push her off but between her forcing her legs against me while she rides me and my weak hungover state I lay there and let her finish her ride. "You better fucking have a condom on my dick," I pant as I begin moving my hips to meet hers.

  "You got one on ... plus I'm on the pill," she pants as she starts to shudder her release. After two more pushes I release, luckily into a condom.

  What the fuck have I let happen? I fucked around on Paige now, although most of it wasn't my fault ’cause I don't remember really anything except moaning Paige's name last night. "What happened last night? I only remember bits and pieces. And where did you come from?"

  Brittany laughs as she crawls off me, walking unashamed to the bathroom. She returns totally nude, standing there with her hands on her hips. "I fucking spiked two of your shots when the bartender walked away. I said that I wanted you and this was my opportunity." She walks over and straddles me again like it is the natural thing to do.

  "What the fuck? Get off me." She laughs, grabbing my hand, pushing my finger into her sex.