So here's the new story. I really hope you enjoy but I do want to issue a small warning that it is very different from my last two stories. But, hope you like and thanks for reading!
Simon
Simon was in hell. No other word to describe the situation he had willingly walked into.
It was Tuesday and he had just finished his second to last class. He had a thirty minute break and knew she would come to him. He leaned back in his chair counting down the minutes until her class wrapped. She had Felderman now. Bastard was a stickler for time and always kept his students the full amount of class period.
This would be the third time this week he cheated on his wife with Gabriella. Third fucking time, and for the life of him he hadn't been able to figure out how their affair had lasted almost a year. When he married Patricia, he had never expected this. Never wanted this. Ever. He patiently waited all these years just to have her and now that she officially held his last name, he was fucking it up. He truly loved his wife, and he always thought with such strong feelings, he could never stray. But he had. Again and again and again...
He stared at the clock on his wall. One minute to go.
Every morning he told himself that he needed to break this off with her. And by night, he failed. He wiped a hand through his short brown hair. Hair that just this morning, he had found the first gray strand. The first strand in his thirty-seven year old head he had ever seen. He stared down at it, knowing it had to be a mistake. He twirled it between his fingers when it hit him. This was no fluke. This gray string of hair had surely come about because of this insane frat boy fantasy he was living out with Gabriella.
"Maybe tomorrow," he heard her say through his door.
It was crazy how attuned he was to every sound she made. Whether it was her laugh, her cry, her moan...every noise. His skin felt tight when he could hear the deep boom of a male voice replying back to her. He knew he had no right to ever be jealous, but he still couldn't keep his mind from shutting out those feelings of protectiveness. Possession.
His heart began pounding as he watched the door knob twist and she stepped through. His eyes took in her outfit...tight and short as always, forming to every gracious curve on her body. Her raven hair was down today, hanging heavy over her shoulders. Her warm chocolate skin gleaming to perfection. She popped her gum bringing him out of his observation. His eyes scanned up to hers.
"Hey," she said.
He didn't reply. His head was hurting but his dick was throbbing.
His mind drifted back to August 8th, 1993, the day of his accident. As a lover of all things fast, Simon had become obsessed with motorcycles. That day he had been flying like a bat out of hell, just trying to rid himself of life's frustrations. Typical hot-headed twenty-one year old who still believed he was invincible. The wind pushing against his body as he continued forward made him feel a sense of accomplishment. But like many lessons in life, he had to learn the hard way. He rounded a corner through the narrow country roads in eastern North Carolina. A corner he had passed hundreds of times. Except this time, a large log lay across the dark pavement. He had no time to make a decision, only to realize what was going to happen as he slammed into it.
That was what his life had been like since his affair had begun with Gabriella, except this time he could see a mile down the road, but he wasn't doing anything to slow down. He knew by continuing on this insane path with her, he was destined to slam into the log...no, fuck that, brick wall to be more precise, but he couldn't slam on the brakes. At least with his accident years before, he walked away with only three broken bones and a bruised ego. Now, he had much more to lose.
The affair had been off and on almost a year now and it turned his stomach to think how he was hurting Patricia. Not that she knew. Her greatest flaw was that she was too trusting. She always had been, even years ago when he had first fallen in love with her. She had been two grades ahead of him in college, when they met at his freshman orientation. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Absolutely stunning with smooth chocolate skin and large hazel eyes that welcomed the world in when she smiled. But regardless of her beauty, she was more of a bookworm, which only fascinated him even more.
Back then, his only obstacle had been Rodney
fucking
Foster, Patricia's long time boyfriend. He was the star basketball player and all around idiot. He was a nice guy, but he constantly cheated on her and kept Simon from ever having a chance with her. But now, Patricia was all his and had been for three years. Three happily married years. Well, almost happily had it not been for Gabriella.
She popped her gum again, the sound irritating and turning him on all at once.
He hated himself in that moment. He hated himself for being a terrible husband and an even lower human being. And he hated himself even more because he knew what he was about to do with her and neither one was going to stop him.
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Gabriella
"Goddamn it, Gabriella," she heard him grunt over her.
She loved it when he called her that. He was the only one who said her full name, insisting that it was the name her mother had given her, there for was more beautiful than Ella, which is how everyone else referred to her.
Gabriella
would roll off his tongue whenever his emotions were heightened.
Gabriella...stop pissing me off. Gabriella...fuck, baby, I'm about to come.
That seemed to be the cycle of their relationship. There was rarely an in between. She was either pissing Simon off or turning him on. And at the moment, it was the latter.
Her breasts were smashed against his desk, her shorts and panties dangling around one ankle as he fucked her from behind. His hand gripped tightly around her bra strap while the other gripped her waist as he slammed into her over and over again.
She knew he only had a few more minutes before they had to be in class, but that was just the nature of their relationship. Stealing moments here and there.
Ella closed her eyes, feeling herself reaching the edge of reason before everything floated away and her body burst into flames. The sounds of their flesh slapping against one another flowed through the air, giving this stolen moment an even dirtier feel. One she knew he enjoyed yet felt guilty about.
Funny how her relationship with Simon evolved from absolute contempt and loathing to one where she only felt happy when he was alone with her. When she didn't have to share him with the rest of the world. She glanced at the photo on his desk of the happily married couple smiling and hugging. Ella tried to block out the pang of guilt sitting in her stomach. She knew she could ruin his perfect set up if anyone ever found out about them, and that was the last thing Simon wanted.
"Shit," he whispered, quickening his pace. She slammed her eyes shut, trying to block out the image of his other life while her stomach fluttered. She could feel the tingling sensation moving up her legs to her arms and her head. Her eyes rolled back as her body stiffened.
"Oh, ooh, Simon," she cooed, knowing she couldn't raise her voice. His office walls were paper thin and any louder and it would be unmistakable what was going on behind his door. Her legs wobbled as an orgasm ripped through her body.
She could barely take it, as she lay her head down on his desk while he prepared for his own release. She stared up at the PhD in history from Dartmouth University that was neatly hung on his wall. She knew he had worked his ass off for that. In the beginning of their 'relationship' he had told her that problems in his childhood back in New York, forced him to work extremely hard at school. Although he owed God knows how much in loans, he had accomplished his goals. Ella never told him, but she was proud of him. He was smart, funny and devilishly handsome with a wild streak that only she could bring out. He was definitely a combination she had yet to find in any guys her age.
And he was the most amazing lover. Better than anyone she had ever been with, and she was no virgin, that's for damn sure. At just nineteen years old, she had already been with more men that she cared to remember. Her first sexual tryst had occurred when she was just fourteen years old. Ella hadn't really wanted to have sex, but the way her friends talked about virginity, it was this thing you were supposed to give away quickly before you got stuck with it...like a bad habit or pesky nerd crushing on you. So, she let this stoner named Carl deflower her on a sofa in the backroom during a house party. He grunted and sweated over her for four minutes until he shuddered. It hurt a little, but definitely didn't feel life altering like she had hoped. So, she tried out another guy a few weeks later, who just so happened to be Carl's cousin, unbeknownst to her and there it was...her reputation for being a slut began.
"Easy Ella," was chanted by some of the more immature males in her grade.
And very true to high school politics, Ella lost her 'good' girl friends over her new found fame. Those girls, who she considered her friends, now thought she was too trashy to be invited to their birthday parties and lunch table. But the 'other' girls who she would have turned her nose up at, embraced her, sex and rumors being their common bond. They were the girls who had slept around, some pregnant and some that smoked and drank in between classes. Dropped E or acid before parties and wore the most revealing clothes that they could get away with in high school. The bad girls. So, Ella felt compelled to fit in with her new group of friends, and accept her new lifestyle. And the boys, they were always around, whether she wanted it or not. It's as if they had radar for any pussy they thought would come without a hassle.
But none of them mattered. None of them made her come alive like Simon did. Made her melt with his touch, his look, his smile.
Simon...
She knew their relationship could have no real happy ending, but until that moment came, she wanted to spend every moment with him, no matter how much he pissed her off and drove her crazy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered, stilling within her, filling the condom with his pearly liquid.
Even though she had told him a hundred times she was on the pill, he refused to release himself within her. He said he wanted to be sure and in some weird twisted way, he felt that was entering a new level of infidelity if he did that. So it was only in her dreams at night that he came inside her, the thought alone making her wet. He leaned against her back for a moment before he pulled out.
"Shit, we're late." He handed her tissue as he removed the sticky rubber to deposit it in the trashcan. She watched him, knowing it was coming. That look. That fucking look that she despised. It made her stomach turn and her skin crawl. The look of guilt that flashed in his eyes after he came down from his sexual high. She had seen it more times than she could count and each time it made her feel like shit. She quickly cleaned herself and pulled up her panties and shirt.
"Maybe I could go to class like this," she teased, with only a bra to cover her tits. "No shirt, hell, I might start a new trend." Her smile faded when she heard him sigh. He looked at her. There it was.
"Come on, we have to go," he said, adjusting his pants and smoothing his dark brown hair.
Ella jerked down her shirt and picked up her backpack on her way to the door. She tried to open it when he closed it back, with a hand above her head.
"Don't even think about bailing on my class, Gabriella."
