Somebody's Watching Me

"Cole"

Bright and early Monday has me slumped over my desk with more questions than what I have to do with. That rose drove me crazy nearly all weekend but I should thank whoever gave it to me for giving me new material. For what you may ask? You're gonna laugh.

I'm a high school professor who teaches Psychology. I love trying to figure out the "why" of things along with trying to predict them. Sometimes I'd have to do history lessons and other times it's straight from the curriculum, but every once in a while, I'd surprise my students just to keep them on their toes.

And whoever my rose friend is, just helped me with that. The first rose, much to my dismay, is starting to wither. Its twin however, is fresh. The one I found in front of my doorstep that I accidentally didn't see and stepped on it. Lucky it was just the stem and though a bit bent, it's still a magnificent mystery. I had no idea how long it was there for. I have no idea on the life expectancy of roses. As I twirled it around my fingers, checking through names I knew in my head, there's a knock on the door.

"Ooo from an admirer?" Krista smirks at me and I immediately sit back up. She narrows her eyes, "Or from a student trying to up their grades?"

My heart goes cold but I have mastered the perfect poker face. "You think it could be?" Honestly, that hadn't occurred to me yet. Could it be a failing student? They'd certainly know what my car would look like.

"You mean you don't know? Where'd you find them?"

I sigh. "Friday." I had to take off Friday due to the events of finally moving in. "One was on my windshield, and one on the ground of my front door." It would be impossible to go through everything I may have let slip about my personal life. Yet from what I can recall, I'd been pretty vague, just saying I'd had it rough or dealing with a few things. Never specifics but I couldn't be for sure. I certainly didn't tell them about me moving.... Did I? How would one even handle this? Could it be a coincidence that it was just in my favorite color? How many of my students did I really know? I run my hand under my glasses, taking up to my dark curls.

Krista leaned against the doorframe, brightening the room with her dark red blouse. "Should we be worried? You have security at your new place?"

I nod, "But anyone can hop that fence." Anyone athletic that is. It's a decently sized fence but if you were to look around, you'd probably be able to find a way up there if you were limber enough. I have no evidence that it could be one of them aside from them knowing my car. Yet I had no evidence that it WASN'T one of them. Shit.

She walked over to my desk and I glanced at the clock. Five minutes until my next class. "Did you tell anyone you'd be out Friday?"

"Not until my last class was dismissed. I just sent a mass email and reminded them what's due on the site. That's it." Looks like I had a list of names to check.

"Hm.. my advice would be to just give them a harsh enough warning to scare them."

I almost argued. Roses were harmless. Who doesn't like receiving roses? I'm just pissed cause I haven't solved the puzzle yet. "Well this topic's gonna be on stalkers," I grinned. "But I hear ya. And I will do that. In the meantime, keep this on the down?"

Krista winks before her heels click away. She's right, as much as mysteries give me an addicting rush, job before hobbies. I just hope I'll be able to let it go as easily. I jump as the bell rings, jerking my graded papers over the edge. "Dammit." I quickly grab them as students start filling in.

I go ahead and do my little "teacher intimidating" trick where I lean my back against the front of the desk with my arms crossed. I get asked questions but my brooding aura gets them worried pretty quickly. Now I only teach the seniors which narrows what I do know slightly. I wait until they get nice and comfy before I start pacing. I had to tread carefully here. "I've been given two great gifts recently. As much as I love them, they've been hitting a little too close to home." Broad enough that it won't be taken literally. "So if it's one of you guys, trying, I don't know, to give your grades a boost or whatever," I stop. "It stops now. I don't want to get anyone in trouble and if you care about me like your gifts say you do, then you'll too, want to keep me out of trouble." I look around the room and then the day begins.

As the last class leaves, I'm on my third cup of tea. Everyone seemed genuinely shocked and a little scared so that seals my doubts of it going longer-term. If I'm a little disappointed, I ignore it.

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Surprisingly, everyone in my classes are eighteen years of age which takes care of my other worries. Some have licenses which I've circled. I've tried telling myself to let it go. I haven't come across roses anywhere else yet so the little warning must be working. I have tests I need to create by Wednesday. Just because I don't have a name to link the roses to, doesn't mean I need said name. Pushing myself off the couch and moving my laptop, I enter the kitchen and stop cold.

Another fucking rose but this time, all of my suspicions about it being a student goes out the window. Because right by the rose, is an unopened bottle of wine. I had told my classes that stalkers are usually someone you know, and I can tell it's a wine I like. What in the fuck is going on? I left the front door of the apartment locked. And I'm on the fifth floor, overlooking the mountains. I quickly checked the spare key and it's still in place. The way my house is, my kitchen is the furthest back. So you enter the living room, hallway, one bedroom on the left and right, bathroom on the left, and then from the bathroom is a straight shot to the kitchen.

I stared at the bottle. Being the "control freak" that I am, I like things a certain way. Therefore, I don't really tell anyone what I like because of me being specific. Someone, like the rose, knows what wine I like. This is an interesting way of being courted. Now I only have one question remaining. Is this the gender I like?

Some part of me knows I should be worried about a random STRANGER coming inside my house but honestly. They could have killed me right off the bat. They had the weekend or whenever they sat that second rose down. They could be playing with me, and against my instincts, I want to be played with. I like a game, and I'm so fucking happy this isn't a student.

Cause now I can bite. I smile, grabbing the wine and uncorking it. I still have work tomorrow but I can have a glass or two. In celebration I suppose. I happily make my way to my room. Unfortunately nothing else has been touched. I still am hoping this...visitor is a male. Or if it isn't, they're in for a shock. I put the wine glass on my dresser and pull out my playing bag. All sorts of stuff is in here... and "he" was so generous with the gifts, I needed to give "him" something in return.

Now I know how this looks. I sound fucking deranged. I get it. But there's a method. I NEED to know if this person is a he. If they're as close to me as they're showing, then they clearly know I'm gay as fuck. And I'm addicted to getting answers. I'm not the only one who's gonna be prey here.

I make a show of it in case he's still here somewhere, getting undressed, getting into the bed, grabbing my grape flavored lube. I don't even have to pretend, I'm so turned on. My hips move before I even do. I pinch my nipples with my hand, making sure to moan nice and loud - it ain't hard. I'm unfortunately loud as fuck in the bed. I stroke my cock in my hand, teasing myself, not allowing more than a gentle touch as my hand goes over the tip of my cock. I curse loudly, and allow to drive myself to the brink before stopping.

Edging, my favorite kink. I allow myself to cool off with slicking my fingers. Gods I hope I'm giving him one hell of a fucking show - and I pray it's a "him". My legs are up high, I can feel the cold air hitting my hole as I slowly stretch myself. "Am I making you feel good? Wonder why you chose-" I choke off, hitting my prostate and once again, I bring myself to the edge before pulling back. I'm panting. "are ya shocked I'm not screaming to the police?" Chuckling, I grab my six inch thick dildo and lube it up. Unless it's someone that might eat me.

Shaking myself of that thought, I slowly push in the dildo. My moaning could make any sex worker jealous. And at this point, it's my true moaning. "Just like that..." I get it up all the way inside me, sticking to the fantasy that my new admirer is watching. Hell, I hope he is. It always fills me up, stretches me to where I always gasp. My hand switched to the other nipple as I slowly start fucking myself. "All for- for you. So nice to me!" I whimper, allowing me to fuck myself harder. I'm so turned on about everything, I finally start slamming the dildo inside me, my hips meeting my wrist as the toy nudges my prostate."oh God daddy!!" I grab the headboard as I close my eyes, using my hips to drive the dildo harder into me. "Yes yes yes fuck me!!" It's all pure pleasure as I get louder. "Daddy daddy daddy fuck IM CUMMING!" I slam it against my prostate one last time before I shoot four long strings that make me arch my back.

I don't know how long it takes me to come back to earth. I hadn't cum that hard in a while. Taking out the dildo stings a little more than I'd like to. Soon enough I sit up and finish my glass of wine before I start the process of changing the sheet.