Chapter 2

Geri smirked when Ron pressed the button for the elevator. It was a college town, but it wasn’t a big town, and, in a small town, someone always took notice. Her smirk was ratcheted up by the count in her head of all of the noticers. He was the shiny new professor taking the hometown dancing star up to his room. All things he could find out later. Hell, if their names weren’t on their office doors, would he even know hers?

“You need an apartment,” she said, as she took advantage of his ladies’ first gesture.

“I can afford the hotel room for a few months, rather than jump into the first rat’s nest that opens up,” he said. “Do you want some food or a bottle of wine?”

“Call for the wine,” she said. “Just the one bottle.”

“Alright,” he smiled. “We can get food after.”

“After,” she agreed. He had been fishing, confirming that he was getting what she was offering. Her house was a fifty minute drive from the school, better to take the second left and be at his rented room in three. They looked at each other as the elevator slowly rose.

She was inexpensively well dressed. She wore a tight tank top under a loose open shirt. Her skirt floated over her knees and her sneakers were pristinely white. She had her thick orange hair tied back and gathered up by her neck. She was looking forward to his face as she pulled the hair tie and shook orange out around her.

He was a nerd making a first impression at work. He wore a dark blue button up and nondescript slacks. His fair brown hair had been combed neat, hours and hours ago, and had entropically reverted to an untameable mess.

He smiled warmth and she radiated heat.

The doors opened and he led her in a rush to the door at the end of the hall. He swiped his card, turned to smile as he opened the door, and she was on him.

She grabbed his face and thrust herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her momentum careened them off the door and he was chasing her skirt to the bed. He kicked the door behind him and no one thought to order a bottle of wine.

They kissed like teenagers. He lifted and thrust her onto the mattress. She laughed as she fell back, losing her grip on his neck and in his hair. He rushed to undo his buttons.

“Get those ugly clothes off! I told you I wanted it raw.” She tossed aside her top and grabbed the sides of her skirt hiking the hem up beyond her black lace thong. He grabbed her feet, yanked open the laces, and rebounded her sneakers off the door. Her knees swung back to her tits as he grabbed her panties and pulled them to her knees. She double kicked her ankles free from the garment.

“A natural redhead,” he smiled.

“An overdressed boy,” she pouted.

He grabbed his belt buckle and unzipped in concert. He sent briefs and pants to the carpet. He put his knee on the bed ready to ravish her.

“Wait! Socks.” She pointed to his feet.

“What?” They weren’t in the way but pulling them off was easier than questions. Her small black socks stayed on as he mounted atop her.

They kissed. Again. He brushed her thick bangs from her face. She reached around her thigh. He raised his hips. She aimed his cock. They both groaned.

“You are wet as fuck,” he smirked.

“Yeah, since we first left The Hall,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

He was a man who could follow instructions. She grabbed his right hand and they laced their fingers. Eye to eye, he thrusted and she heeled kicked the bed to meet him.

“Oh, sugah...” Her accent became more pronounced as their bodies moved. She struggled with her right hand, yanking her tank top up and over her tits. She breathed hard. Her body shook and her breasts bounced. She was well endowed for a dancer. It was her curse. It was his joy.

She was easily the hottest woman who had ever gone for him. He couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t break eye contact. He fucked her hard but kept it slow enough for him to go on for a long time.

She breathed hot and wet. She cooed and sex felt fifty times more pleasurable, more intimate, more right, than it had ever had. Her heart was thundering. If she closed her eyes, she was lost at sea. If she looked into his, she was chained to the rocks. Her voice kicked up octave after octave as her freckled shoulders and cleavage burned red. She clenched her teeth but couldn’t hold in the moans.

She was a moaner. Her pure sex symphony tickled Ron’s brains through his ears. Slow or not, his cock in the perfect grasp of her sex and his mind in the pleasure of her siren song, he was rising. He brushed her cheek.

“Cum together with me,” he said. He was covering his bases. He knew he wasn’t holding out for long and he wanted to make that romantic and not pathetic.

“Y-yes!” She graveled out of her flexed throat. She had been hammered and overcome. He hadn’t come yet and she had to grab onto anything her mind and body could to keep from pitching over the cliff.

“Geri!” He grunted. He closed his eyes and had to assure himself the name was right before he opened them again.

Green and brown locked onto each other and bodies spasmed and thrashed.

Orgasm hit her like a semi. She felt like it was going to plow her and drag her across the asphalt through three states. He shook and finally breathed as the last of his cum spattered into her. As he took a recuperating breath her orgasm stopped momentum. Her pleasure ended like a car crash. She shrieked at the impossible feeling.

“That was intense,” he said as he climbed out from between her legs. He sidled up to her spine and pulled her into his chest.

“That was insane,” Geri agreed. “Best idea I ever had.” She laid a light kiss on his lips. “Thank ya, daddy.”

He almost got to smile at that.

Knock! Knock-Knock-Knock!

“Wine will be the best.” She leaned over her shoulder and kissed his lips. He groggily climbed over her hip, grabbed a robe as he walked by the bathroom, he had almost finished tying the belt and opening the door when he recalled he hadn’t actually ordered anything.

Sue had been feeling imperfect again a half hour after she had left the restroom. One look at her selfie cam and she was almost wobbly. She almost had to sit down when too much eyeliner smiled and electric blue pajamas said “Hello!”

Sue affected a pleasant smile. She felt more even as they went by. She watched, saw the car they had were watching leave the school parking lot. Red hair in the driver’s seat. Something more important in the passenger.

“Well, stalking’s a bust.” Electric blue sighed and slumped her shoulders. Sue hadn’t even realized she had walked up behind the pair until the comment.

“Yeah,” mumbled eyeliner.

“My place? Video games--”

“He’s staying at The Marriott,” Sue said.

“Oh? Oh!” Electric blue lit up like a Christmas tree. “You were there, right? Wanna come with?”

“I was,” Sue said. She didn’t say yes. She couldn’t say no.

“Cassandra.” Electric blue tilted her head. “And I’m Jossie. Sue? Yeah, it’s Sue. I’m great with names.”

“Yeah, it is Sue,” Sue agreed. “What are we going for?”

“Cassandra and I have a hot for teacher thing going,” Jossie said.

“Jossie!” Cassandra blanched. Or maybe her makeup forced her to be pale. “We’re ... Are you coming with us too?”

“I am,” Sue said. She surprised herself.

“OK, so maybe they came here and maybe they didn’t.” Jossie said and flopped into one of the armchairs of the hotel lobby.

“Well, the car was out in the parking lot. So, I think we can safely say they’re here,” Cassandra said.

“Only eight floors, sixteen rooms a floor,” Sue sighed.

“Yeah, and they don’t have to come out until tomorrow,” Jossie agreed. “You guys wanna go to a restaurant, maybe?”

“Hi,” Cassandra walked up to the woman at the desk. “My friends and I are looking to talk to one of our professors. The girl in the blue hair wrote down the room number but she didn’t bring the paper with us.”

“Oh, you must mean Mr Sapkowski,” the woman said with a grin. “I mean, Dr Sapkowksi.” The Dr ratcheted the concierge’s tone to a sexier tier. “He’s in 616.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Cassandra smiled. She turned away from the desk and threw away all of her forced politeness and cheer like it was a disease. Jossie and Sue ran to catch the elevator with Cassandra.

The doors closed and Sue frowned. “She really shouldn’t give those details out to anyone.”

“She’ll be fine. If we get caught, I’m pretty sure it’s the professor with the coeds who’ll get in trouble,” Jossie said.

“She looks as fucked as this one girl I knew who got gangbanged after Prom! Well done, professor!” The blue haired girl had worn pajamas all day.

“Oh, close the door, Ron,” Geri posed naked for the three interloping teenagers. “Keeping them out would’ve been easier than kicking them out.”

“But! Jesus...” Ron was stark white.

Sue apologetically smiled at him. She took his hand off the door knob and pushed it closed. She waved at his shocked face. She joined the gothic downer and the anime upper deeper in the room.

“I’m Geri, that’s Ron.” His redheaded partner had sat up and was gesturing from one to the other. “I’m sorry. I got so many names and new faces today. I don’t remember yours.”

“Oh. It’s Cassandra,” the one in black said.

“Sue. Susannah. Sue,” the one in fashions said.

“And I’m Jossie!” The one in pajamas said.

“Guys, this is totally inappropriate. Geri?”

“What?” She asked and looked down at herself. “Is there another robe?”

Ron jumped to it and grabbed the other robe and rushed it over to Geri. He met all four pairs of eyes. Each woman stood up straighter. Jossie beamed a bright smile. Cassandra lowered her eyelids. Sue rolled her shoulders back. Geri accepted the robe. She put it off to the side.

“So, um. Look, you must’ve followed me and--”

“No, me and my parents stayed here overnight last night and I noticed you come down for breakfast,” Sue said. “We ate in the restaurant.”

“Yeah, educated guess for girls seeking an education.” Jossie rolled out the words. She looked around. Ron stepped back. Cassandra covered her mouth with her hand in gesture of embarrassment. Jossie asked: “Too on the nose?”

“I thought it was very clever,” Geri said. She turned to Ron. “I did see you checking out this one’s butt, this morning.”

“He totally was,” Cassandra agreed.

Jossie twisted and looked at her butt over her shoulder. “Huh? I don’t really have much of a butt.”

“Yeah but what you do have pops--”

“Geri!” Ron hyperventilated. “Look, girls, uh, shit. Sue, Cassie, and, uh--”

“Cassandra,” the goth corrected.

“And it’s Jossie. Jocelyn. But Jossie,” she bubbled.

“Relax. We all talked about it. We’re all curious. You made a crazy impression. Hush, hush. I’m the only one looking to take chemistry after first semester,” Sue waved.

“I am too,” combatted Cassandra.

“I couldn’t convince Jossie, so none of them are my students,” Geri said.

“I--That’s flattering...”

“Flattering? It’s an opportunity!” Geri interrupted. “Why not?”

“Ethics? My career?” Ron would’ve been pacing if he had a stretch of room to walk.

“I for one am all in,” Jossie said. “This way I don’t have to invest a ton of time into some boy and chew up all of the rest of college.”

“Yeah, and I’m just looking for a man. I’ve had enough boys,” Sue claimed.

“Um. Hi,” Cassandra added.

“No, you all have to leave.”

“Don’t be such an idiot,” Geri laughed. “Look, I’ll take them and talk to them and sort things out for tomorrow. After a quick shower.”