ChristopherIt took me less than a second to come up with an answer. “Because she is all those things you said and beautiful. I like that I can talk to her. I know you might not understand it now, but as you get older, you come to realize people can be very shallow. You’ll have a lot of relationships in your life, but they are the kind of relationships that are all on the surface. There’s no real deep connection. Leila is different. She’s the first person in a very long time that I felt like I could actually talk to. It isn’t just an acquaintance.”Olin seemed to be listening. “I get it. Maybe not like a wise old man understanding, but I get it. She’s a good friend.”I smiled, relieved to know he understood where I was coming from. “She’s a very good friend.”“Maybe you should bring her around more often,” he suggested. “She seems to make you happy.”I nodded. “She does make me happy. I’d like to have her come over more often. Maybe we can do something together this weekend. Her job k
LeilaI wondered if I was having an out of body experience. It felt unreal. Christopher had mentioned a roller coaster. I was convinced he had pulled me along for the ride. Yesterday had definitely been an up. The whole weekend was up.And this morning, I felt like the car dumped me out from the highest point of the ride and I had fallen face-first onto the ground. I could almost feel the skinned knees and palms from my fall to the hard pavement. The moment the dean had hollered at me from across the courtyard, I had started tumbling.I had seen the look on his face and knew it wasn’t good. It was like a sixth sense. I felt like a dead man walking, except I was a fired professor walking. As if to draw out my suffering, he refused to tell me what he so urgently needed to talk to me about. Then, there was some emergency he had to take care of when we got to his office. I was convinced it was a ploy. He was trying to make me sweat.I lifted one arm and sniffed, making sure my sweat didn’
LeilaI had to choose my words carefully. At the moment, I still had a job. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my identity was exposed. I had to decide just how big of a hole I wanted to dig for myself. “I’m saying, I think there could be exceptions.”He shook his head. “No exceptions.”“Is it somewhere in the handbook?” I questioned.“Is what in the handbook?”“That students, assuming that man is a student, are not allowed to have sex on campus?”His face turned lobster-red. “Well, no, but that is not the point. Do I really have to explicitly tell people not to have sex in the library?”I sighed. “No, probably not.”“You’re free to go back to class,” he said. “I expect the identity will be revealed by the end of the day.”I got the impression he was enjoying the search a little too much. He looked downright giddy. I dreaded the moment he realized it was me in the video. “Good luck,” I said getting to my feet.“I’m sorry to have brought you in on this.”“Why did you bring me in?” I ask
ChristopherI felt the phone vibrating, letting me know there was a voicemail after the three phone calls. I hated when people called and didn’t leave a message. I hadn’t dared pull the phone from my pocket to check to see who was calling. I kept it tucked in my pocket, as it always was when I was in class. The professor was a stickler on the no phone rule. The first day I had witnessed the professor snatch a phone and read the text messages aloud. I did not want to suffer the same humiliation. I didn’t want to make a name for myself as a rebel.An old rebel was not quite as sexy as a young rebel. I would look desperate and old. I wasn’t necessarily trying to impress any of them, but I also didn’t want to look like a total loser either. I had some pride. I shifted, reaching my hand in my pocket to push the button on the phone that would stop the vibrating. I was worried everyone would hear the damn thing and call me out.The lecture was underway when someone dared to break the rule of
ChristopherI grinned. “I suppose I’ll just have to go fishing more often.”“Excuse me?” he snapped.“Fishing. You put a worm on a hook and toss it in the water with the hopes of catching a fish. You’ve heard of it, right?”“Do not get smart with me young man.”I leaned forward. “No offense, but I’m guessing you might be ten years older than I am. I appreciate the compliment, but I haven’t been called a young man in a very long time.”“This isn’t a game. I will ruin you.”“I don’t think you understand, your threats are empty.”He leaned back. “You think because you are wealthy, rules don’t apply to you.”“I never said that.”“Look, I can see you care about furthering your education. It’s important to me everyone has access to higher learning. I’m willing to make you a deal.”“A deal? You’ll let me finish the semester?”He nodded. “In exchange for a donation to the school and the name of your partner in crime, I won’t put this on your permanent record.”“A donation?” I questioned, skep
LeilaI sat at the table, sipping my coffee and staring out the window. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. I could hardly think straight. The cup in my hand was my third. I was going to need a dozen more to concentrate.“All right,” Kami said sliding into the seat. “Sorry about that. That was a crazy rush.”“It’s fine,” I said, not pulling my eyes from the window. I was spacing out, staring at nothing and seeing nothing but my own thoughts.“What’s going on? You look horrible.”I sighed and pulled my eyes away from the window to look at her. “I feel horrible.”“Did you and Hot Stuff break up again?”I groaned. “I don’t know. I think so.”She looked confused. “How do you not know?”“Remember when I told you about the thing in the library?” I asked.She grinned, nodding her head. “How could I forget? I’m pretty sure that’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done.”“The dean has it on video.”Her mouth fell open. She slapped her hand over it, her eyes laughing. “Oh my god!”“It isn’t funny,”
LeilaShe held up three fingers. “Scenario three; you go to work, the dean doesn’t know shit, and you go on with your life.”“And what about Christopher? I think in every one of those scenarios he’s expelled.”“You could be his private tutor,” she grinned. “Wear a sexy little outfit, rap his knuckles with your ruler.”I rolled my eyes. “You’re deranged.”“If he cares about you, he’ll respect your need to keep your involvement a secret. If your identity has been revealed and you are fired, then he will understand if you have to move to find a new job. If he cares, he will offer to support you in whatever you do.”I wanted to buy into that line of reasoning, but that was the best-case option. “And if he doesn’t?” I whispered.She looked at me, the sympathy I saw making me ill. “Then it wasn’t meant to be.”I physically recoiled from the words. “I don’t want it to be that way.”“I understand, but sometimes we don’t get those choices. Sometimes, the choice is taken away from us.”“Can thi
ChristopherI felt like a bum, but I didn’t suppose it really mattered. I had no reason to jump out of bed. I had nowhere to go and no one to see. Lying in bed under the warmth and comfort of my blankets was about all I had the energy for.I knew I was being weak. I was caving in. I was letting the world win. I had been fighting for so long, and I was tired. I was tired of having everything only to have it cruelly yanked away. I didn’t have the energy to get out of bed and face the world. I just couldn’t do it.I would do it tomorrow. There was no reason I had to get out of bed. No reason at all, which was probably what bothered me the most. Olin was old enough to get himself to school. No one needed me. I could lay in bed for a week and the world would keep marching on without even a hiccup.Maybe that was my problem. I was so used to being significant. My business depended on me showing up for work and kicking ass. My wife had depended on me to support our family. I had a nice littl
LeilaHe looked at me and smiled but didn’t answer me. He parked the truck in the empty parking lot of the bar not far from the house. It was the same bar we had met up at on New Year’s Eve. Since moving in, we had become regulars at the bar, getting to know the staff very well.“Come on,” he said jumping out of the truck.“I don’t understand,” I said climbing out. “Isn’t everyone going to be waiting for us? You were the one who said we were going to be late. I don’t think we have time for a drink.”“Will you just come on,” he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I noticed all the lights were off.“Christopher, they’re closed.”He pushed open the unlocked door, which seemed very odd to me. We walked into the bar. There was a flash of lights and a cacophony of surprises echoing around me. I clapped my free hand over my mouth, taking in the huge banner that said congratulations, and the hundreds of twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling.“Oh my God,” I gasped.“Surp
LeilaOne year laterI reviewed the admissions essay for another potential student. I loved reading the essays—most of the time. Some were absolute garbage, but the majority warmed my heart. I loved reading about the struggles and triumphs of the young people who wanted to attend our school for their educational needs. I always felt like we were the ones being interviewed.Students had thousands of options and when they applied to our school, I felt like we should be proud they had chosen us from the thousands. It had been a long year and the university was still recovering from the scandal that the dean’s extortion had brought on. I felt like we were making headway. It was being talked about less and less and I was hoping by this time next year, it would be a distant memory.My position as associate dean was implemented as a prevention method. Dean Johnson had been allowed to run unchecked, which made him feel invincible. Now, our new dean had me. It was a system of checks and balanc
Leila“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that,” I told him with a shaky voice.“I love watching you come apart in my arms,” he said before angling his hips and pushing the head of his cock into my opening.I closed my eyes. Two orgasms and no penetration had left me slick and swollen. He pushed, gently probing my opening with his cock. “You’re tight and swollen,” he breathed out the words on a painful breath.“I’m ready,” I told him, looking directly into his eyes.He pushed himself a little deeper inside. Both of us sucked in a breath as powerful sensations rocked through our bodies. He held himself up on shaking arms before sliding inside a little bit at a time. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like our souls were joining. I could feel his essence merging with mine. We stared into each other’s eyes, the joining nearly complete.The last inch of his thick cock filled me. My eyes dropped closed, wanting to lock in all the sensations I was feeling right then. I felt a tear slide down
LeilaHis sweet kiss sparked a hot fire within. He loved me. I had probably repeated the phrase in my head a hundred times since he said it. He loved me. A sexy, beautiful, kind man loved me. I didn’t think it was possible. I was convinced I wasn’t worthy for so long. I never imagined I could ever experience true love with a man that checked all the boxes.“Maybe we should go upstairs?” I whispered against his lips.“I think that sounds like a very good idea. Go ahead and go up while I lock up down here.”I headed upstairs, running my hand along the banister and imagined us going up to bed together every night. We hadn’t talked about any of that, but I realized in that moment, I was ready for the real deal. I went into his room, turned on the fireplace and shut off the lights. I stripped out of the clothes I wore for our night out and crawled onto the bed naked as the day I was born. I did my best to pose in a seductive fashion, waiting for him to come in.I heard his footsteps on the
ChristopherLeila nodded, still sipping the wine. I knew the look on her face. She was in deep thought about something. I waited for her to say what it was.“And you?” she finally asked. “Will you be picking up where you left off with your classes?”I sighed. It was something I had been thinking about quite a bit. I had to do a lot of introspection into my life and what I wanted. “No.”She turned to look at me. “Really? You can’t let one bad dean ruin your idea of a good education. I promise, he does not represent the entire school. The rest of the professors are great—most of them.”I smiled. “It has nothing to do with the dean. It’s about me.”“You don’t want to go to college?”I shook my head. “Not anymore. I don’t need to. I was looking for something. I found it. There are other things I would prefer to do with my time.”“What were you looking for?” she asked.“I was looking for understanding. I needed assurance that things were okay for Carlie.”She looked confused. “I’m not sure
ChristopherI grabbed Leila’s hand and pulled her towards the mini Ferris wheel. She was giggling, resisting at first but eventually following along. We climbed in the seat and were quickly buckled in before the car started to move forward while the next couple boarded.“I don’t know if I like heights,” she told me.“I guess we’re about to find out,” I answered.She was smiling big. “This is nuts.”“This is fun. Look, there’s Olin!”“Olin!” she shouted his name, waving her arms.Olin looked up at us and grinned, waving back as the car went up a little higher. It wasn’t long before the ride began to move, taking us high above the fair. We had done dinner and happened to see the rides and tents set up. It was irresistible. Even Olin had been on board to come along.Once the ride was over, we made our way over to the bumper cars where we were supposed to meet Olin. “He looks like he is having a good time,” Leila commented.I watched Olin laughing as he rammed a young woman in another car
LeilaChristopher nodded. “Yes. He never wanted to get another degree. His wife made him go undercover. There is a camera in the dean’s office. He knew it was there, so all the video they’ve obtained will be legal to use against him.”“Why would he commit a felony on camera?”He grinned. “Because he thought it didn’t work. I have a feeling he purposely broke it. It was fixed and the police have been monitoring him. Today when I went in there, he asked me again for money.”I let out a breath. “Holy shit. I don’t even know what to say. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”He laughed. “I know. I was in shock. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get arrested.”“I can’t believe Alan never told us!” I said a little irritated.“He couldn’t. He didn’t want to risk me acting different or saying the wrong thing. They had to let it play out.”I shook my head. “I almost quit. If they hadn’t busted him when they did, I would have quit for nothing. Wait, the police know it was me?”“Alan knows
LeilaI tossed another file folder into the box. I was taking everything that was my personal property. My lesson plans and my research were mine. I wasn’t about to leave them behind for someone else to poach. I had put in the time and energy into creating my lectures and tests. They were my personal property and if the dean tried to stop me, I’d give him hell.I threw in the answer sheet to the multiple-choice test as well. My replacement would have to grade the tests sitting on my desks without the answer sheet. It was my way of thumbing my nose at the institution. I found myself angry. I wasn’t even sad. I was pissed.I had come back to campus thinking I could just pick up where I had left off. I couldn’t. I realized I would never feel secure in my job. I would always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the dean to surprise me with an accusation or an insinuation.I thought about how he had tried to blackmail Christopher and realized he was not the kind of man I wanted to work
ChristopherThe detective left, leaving me and Alan alone in the office. I stared at Alan, absolutely dumbfounded. “What the hell?”Alan laughed. “Sorry I had to keep you in the dark, but we needed this all to play out just right.”“We? Who is we?”“The cops. My wife. Me.”I studied him carefully. “Who are you?”“I am who I say I am, but I did not sign up for more classes because I’m interested in pursuing any more education. The last thing I want to do in my golden years is study and take tests while hanging out with a bunch of kids. My wife made me do it.”“Made you do what?” I asked feeling like I had skipped several chapters in a book and was missing the bulk of the story.“Go undercover,” he said with a grin.“As an old guy in college?”“I’ve been talking to students and trying to get information on the dean. Almost a year ago, a young man from an affluent family came to my wife and asked for help. As it turns out, the dean had been extorting him for months. He pulled the same sh