"Is it true?" Dr. Wheaton asked. He was an expert in pre-Colombian social hierarchies in Central America. He was an older man, but still at least five years from retirement and with his age knew he'd have a difficult time finding another position. "Are they really cutting the entire department?"
I nodded to the assembled faculty members who immediately began expressing their outrage all at once. I did little to calm them since their anger was my own. Sadly, as academics, their anger would never coalesce into any action more meaningful than a sternly worded letter.
"We should go on strike!" said Bill Thompson, our newest higher and a bit of a hot head.
The shouts of assent quickly fell silent as Dr. Jessica Hargrove spoke up. "So Bill," she said mockingly, "Your response to being forced to leave in July is to voluntarily leave now? I'm sure they'll tremble."
I smiled at Jessica's acerbic wit. "Look," I interrupted, "Jessica's right, a strike isn't going to get us anywhere unless every department joined in, and you all know as well as I do that everyone else is just going to hang us out to dry and keep their heads down hoping it's not them next year." Academics are like that, very self-centered with no long term vision.
"All I can tell you," I continued, "is that the decision isn't finalized until April, so we have a couple of months. Maybe we can get some student support. I'll keep working on the dean, see if I can't get him to rewrite the budget."
With the meeting adjourned, my colleagues filed out to their respective classes and offices. Things were grim, but I had a few ideas about how to change the dean's mind. As my mind drifted Jessica tapped me on the shoulder.
"Free for lunch, Jason?" she asked. I was always free for Jessica. Ever since she was hired I had quite a thing for her. I found her professionalism erotic. From her perfectly quaffed dark hair to the measured click of her high heels as she walked down the hallway, she had that air of untouchability that made me just want to grab her and pull her to me. But we are coworkers, and in my experience, office romance is not very bright.
Today Jessica wore a simple white blouse with a black pencil skirt which perfectly accentuated her small waist and rounded ass. As she walked in front of me to the elevator I couldn't help but look her up and down. My mind wandered backed to Madison and I wondered if Jessica liked to be told what to do, too.
Over lunch we mostly complained bitterly about the dean. A man in his mid fifties, he was usually disheveled. A sociologist by training, we guessed that it was either our department or his that would fall prey to the budget axe, and of course he wasn't going to choose his.
"I bet he gets off on it," Jessica said becoming agitated. "I mean, have you met his wife? Talk about hen-pecked. I'm pretty sure he comes to the office just to get away from her and their four horrible kids. After he told you we were being fired he probably jacked off in his office lying to himself about how powerful he is."
I contorted my face, "Well, that's an image I didn't need in my head." She blushed and covered her mouth, taken aback by how carried away she had become.
"I'm so sorry," she laughed nervously. "I shouldn't have said that."
"No, no, it's quite alright," I reassured. "I like it when you get all... worked up."
While I had thought my comment might keep her back on those 3 inch heels, it seemed instead to ground her as she narrowed her eyes and gazed right into my own.
"Jason," she said, her tone changed, "How come we never hooked up?"
I nearly spit out my coffee at her forwardness. I managed, however, to mask my own uneasiness at the conversation. "Well," I answered slowly, "I guess I always figured it was best to keep things professional with the people I work with." She rolled her eyes a bit, so I figured I'd go out on a limb, "Not to say I never thought about it."
She reached across the table and lightly stroked my hand, "Well," she said, "looks like we're not going to be working together much longer. Want to see what my apartment looks like?"
Her forwardness was intoxicating. Trying very hard to hold myself together I said, "Yes, I would, very much."
As we walked into her apartment, she turned toward me, making a sweeping gesture with her arm and said, "So, this is my apartment."
I caught her by the wrist and pulled her into me. With her heels on she was nearly as tall as I am. She smiled into my eyes and said, "My goodness, Professor." And then I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth. She tasted sweet, like strawberries, and she moaned devilishly as our tongues danced for the first time.
She broke the kiss and began to nuzzle my neck as my hands explored her still clothed body. She whispered, "Oh I've wanted this for a long time." She sucked my ear lobe into her mouth as I began to unbutton her blouse. Sliding her blouse to the floor I found a white lace bra binding her ample breasts. I immediately released them and kissed down her neck as my hands explored her soft flesh.
"Take me to your bed," I commanded, almost breathless from my desire for her. As she guided me, I removed my own button down shirt and thought about how it had been less than 24 hours since I had fucked Madison. Two fantasies come true in two days. Aside from being fired, this was turning into a pretty good week.
Jessica lay seductively on her bed, topless. Her breasts were gorgeous and I wanted to lick every inch of them and suckle her nipples. But first, I wanted her completely naked. I kneeled next to her on the bed and forced her over so that her skirts zipper was easily accessed. Having undone it, I slid her skirt down her stocking clad leg verifying what I had imagined since I met. She wore stockings with a garter belt instead of pantyhose. The sight of her on the bed, her long dark hair tousled as I've never seen it, bright red lipstick, slightly smeared from our kiss, her body naked except for dark stockings and heels. I paused to take it all in, and she smiled coyly as if to say, "What are you waiting for?"
I moved toward her, kneeled beside her on the bed and leaned over, taking her left breast into my mouth, her nipple was already hard and when I flicked it with my tongue, she moaned. I slid my hand down, over her taught stomach, between her thighs, finding the bare flesh of her thigh above the stocking and pushed her legs apart. When I finally slid my hand inside her panties, I felt the smoothness of a freshly shaved pussy and it was my turn to moan against her breasts.
When my finger found its way into flesh, she gasped with a sharp intake of air. But not giving herself over completely she said instead, "You are entirely too overdressed to be in this bed, Jason." And she began to undo my belt and my pants.
I stood up for a moment, to finish undressing. She slid her panties off and then crawled like a cat to the edge of the bed. Reaching out for my already hard cock, she pulled me to her. She didn't hesitate to swallow me whole. Lying face down on her bed, she worked my cock with cherry red lips while her arms propped her up so she could swallow me. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair and she looked up at me. No innocence in her brown eyes, no fear about what to do. Instead, a mischievous smile that told me we were only just beginning.
