“We have a lot to cover this semester,” Tasha said from the podium, with her hands clasped behind her back. “You will do well to make sure you don’t miss any lecture and you have to take your continuous assessments seriously too.”
She smiled confidently at the eager faces of his sophomore year students in the dimly lit lecture room.
The air was heavy with anticipation.
Some students leaned forward in their seats, some kept their eyes glued to their devices. A few of them chorused, “yes, Miss. Harrison.”
“Let’s call it a day now,” she said, announcing the end of the day’s lecture. “I’ll see you next week.”
The students erupted into applause, their faces alight with awe and admiration as they filed out.
Tasha waited until most of them had gone out before she moved to the door. She headed to the alfresco court instead of the staff cafeteria. She still had two hours before her next lecture.
She was enjoying her delicious lunch when Dr. Layne, also a member of the faculty, stood on the other side of the table.
“Hi,” she greeted, setting her tray on the table. “I heard congratulations are in order.” She said as she sat down, laughing warmly.
Dr. Layne was known for her vivacity and wit. Her laughter filled Tasha’s heart with delight. She laughed back and nodded.
“Yes, thank you,” Tasha smiled back at her. Though she was not particularly close to her, she had always admired her.
“So when are we expecting the wedding bells to ring?” Maria asked and sipped from her milkshake.
“Soon,” she replied. “By the end of winter.”
“That’s good to hear.”
The two women shared stories and laughter as they enjoyed their meal for the next thirty minutes.
Tasha strolled back to her office after their meal, making a mental note to call Grant’s mom later at night. She settled behind her desk and opened her email box. She usually does this first thing in the morning before she even leaves the bed. But Grant didn’t allow her to do that this morning. Her lips curved with a beautiful smile as she remembered their early morning sex.
Her alarm had gone off at the usual time; thirty minutes before Grant’s alarm. She opened her eyes slowly and reached out for her iPad to check her emails as usual.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
She had felt Grant’s hand on her middle and something hard nudging her from behind. “Come here. You can do that later.” He mumbled into her ear, spooning her body.
“Grant, I need to check if my publisher has left a message for me.” She protested feebly.
He didn’t even listen to her. His hand pushed up her skimpy nightdress and quickly found her cunt.
“You are wet,” he whispered into her ear. “Did you dream about me?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned gently as he rubbed her clit. “Mmmm, Grant.” She pushed back into him.
His two fingers dipped into her pussy. “I love how you feel in the morning, sweetheart.”
He played with her pussy a bit and returned to her clit as he pushed a leg in between her legs. He slit his cock between her thighs, along her slippery pussy lips into her cunt.
“Gra-nttt,” she moaned out his name in two syllables.
“Oh baby, you are so….”
A knock on her door brought her out of her reverie. She sat upright in her chair and asked the person knocking to come in. It was one of her students, a freshman. She submitted her term paper and left.
After the girl left, she didn’t feel like grading the students’ papers she planned on doing before her next lecture. Instead, she reached for her iPad, deciding to read something non-academic from the Amazon Kindle. She enjoyed reading fiction stories in between her academic works.
Though she hadn’t been able to do that in a long while because of the book she was co-writing during summer. Tasha sat down on the recliner sofa in the corner of her office and settled for a novella titled ‘Juliet’ to while away the time until her next lecture.
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Juliet was about to open her car door when she heard someone call her name in the crowded shopping mall car park late on Thursday night. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to see a tall, slim man walking towards her with a huge smile on his face. “Juliet Brown,” he called again.
She remembered who he was the moment he stopped in front of her: an old middle school classmate. “Kurt Peters?” She called out softly.
“Yea,” he nodded. “You still remember my name!” He had been watching her for some time, debating whether she was the one or someone else.
“It’s good to see you again!” he pulled her into a hug.
“Yes, it’s good to see you again,” Juliet said with a smile when they pulled apart.
“Wow!” He gave her a once-over. “You have really changed!” He beamed.
Juliet had changed from the slim young girl she used to be back then.
“I can say the same thing about you too,” she grinned.
They both leaned against Juliet’s car and tried to catch up for about twenty minutes. He asked for her cell phone number before they departed, with a promise to call her.
He called her the following day. She was already in bed, just browsing through a fashion magazine, when his call came in. He kept calling every night, then two weeks later, on a Friday night, he asked if he could take her out for dinner on Sunday.
She made some flimsy excuses but later agreed. He asked if she wanted to go to any restaurant and she mentioned her favorite restaurant.
Two days later, while they were waiting for their desserts, Kurt told Juliet about his feelings. “I like you Juliet and I want to be with you.”
Juliet looked into his face and blushed.
He reached out over the table and covered her hand with his. “I’m falling in love with you every day. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Juliet said nothing, she only blushed more and looked on.
“Juliet,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Seeing you two weeks ago ignited a passion and desire inside of me.”
“Kurt,” she finally said. “Are you sure you are telling the truth?”
“Cross my heart, baby,” he touched his chest. “I am sincere with you.”