This is the conclusion of Sandra's story. This work is the sequel of Whom You Least Expect Ch.3.and should be read in order (Chapter 1,2 & 3 first) or it won't make much sense (Chapter 3 is a must to understand what's going on). Thanks to
mikseventeen
for editing my work. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Whom You Least Expect Ch. 4: Theresa...
"Sandra." A soft whisper awoke me.
As my mind slowly removed the cobwebs that covered my consciousness, everything that had happened in the last three weeks returned to my senses. Full force.
My eyes snapped open.
My room was the same as always. A lonely desk covered in text books, with my old laptop closed and charging. My swivel chair was covered with my discarded clothes, and some garments were scattered all over the floor. Among them the sunrays that passed through the window showed me an unused sleeping bag. I didn't have to worry about the whereabouts of its usual occupant. I knew exactly where she was.
I felt the weight of her arm against my abdomen as her soft breath caressed my neck. She was spooning me against her naked body.
"Mine," she mumbled again. As she did her arm pulled me against her.
I turned my head and faced her, or at least the portion of her face that my position allowed me to see.
She looked so cute, so beautiful in her sleep. I didn't know what she was dreaming, but obviously I was in there.
Theresa had been living with me since that day, when she decided to drop everything and be with me. Whatever obscure reason she had, I mean, it couldn't be possible that I was the only reason for her appearance. She was sacrificing too much for a woman of dubious reputation. Not that everyone knew about my past but still.
I felt a tongue licking my earlobe followed by a gentle nibbling. I let escape an involuntary moan.
"Good morning Sweetie." Her mellow voice evoked a serene place in the woods, a running stream where nymphs dwelled, a pristine place were innocence still reigned. Yet I knew how treacherous this voice could be.
I didn't say anything. I sat on the bed, my eyes fixed on her useless sleeping bag. She had been sharing my bed since the first night. I laughed to myself. Innocence. Ha! She was a rotten woman.
Theresa ran her hand on my back, with such softness, that made me close my eyes and revel in the feeling. Why did I love her touch?
"What's annoying you my Love." That soft voice again. I got goose bumps on my skin.
"I despise myself." I answered in a whisper.
I felt her arms surrounding my collar from behind. Her soft lips grazed my ear as she whispered back:
"Why is that?"
'Because I'm not strong enough to reject your advances,' I wanted to say, but my mouth remained shut.
"Sweetie you can tell me." One of her hands caressed my cheek, her touch smooth as velvet.
"I hate you!" I told her closing my eyes while I enjoyed her delicate fingers on my skin. I felt a wave of self-loathing.
"That I know. You keep repeating the same phrase every time we make love." She kissed my ear. I flinched and let out a soft moan. "Tell me something I don't know."
"I need to get ready," I said checking the alarm clock, forging an excuse to avoid her presence, at least until the night hours. Every minute I passed with her eroded my will to leave.
"Hmm... I need to get ready too, we can wait for our fun, and you'll love what I have prepared for you tonight."
She let me go. I stood and walked to the closet, all the time feeling self-conscious as she stared at my naked body.
As I dressed I took glimpses of her reclined on my bed. There was a sweet smile on her face as she watched me. Her eyes sparkled, not with mischief, but with contentment.
Weird.
*****
"The expression Habeas Corpus wasn't invented in Rome Mr. Green, it was..."
I was listening to a boring lecture in the amphitheater when my focus involuntarily switched to Theresa.
She was a mystery. First she called me after breaking up with her boyfriend, considering she had ruined my life, it was a bizarre move. She cut off a (probably) successful sex partner (Jamie), and abandoned a prestigious university, just to be with me. It simply didn't make sense.
At first I thought she was after me, that she looked for someone to fulfill her capricious mood, but now I wasn't so sure.
I couldn't deny that our intimate moments were intense. Still it was weird; she was always the giver, never the taker. Just like our first time, only in reverse. This was killing me. At least I didn't have any of those weird dreams anymore.
"Miss... Walters right? Are you with us?" The professor directed his words to me. Laughter escaped from my classmates.
"I'm sorry." I apologized to him.
"I was asking about what you knew about Roman law." He said removing his horn rimmed glasses.
"That it widely influenced our legal system. That it's a necessity to help us understand this and many legal systems around the world."
"Good Miss Walters, but that info was written in you introductory brochure for this subject. Could you identify a place in our legal system that resembles the Roman law?"
"I-I...," I stuttered, but no answer escaped my lips.
"Miss Walters try to pay attention next time." My professor put his glasses back on and continued with his boring speech.
Theresa even when you are not around you still mess with my life. I thought while resting my head against the palm of my hand.
*****
I stood at the door of my apartment, afraid to enter. Every night was the same, she received me with a kiss, served me a delicious meal, she would find an excuse to massage my back and then..., and then we would end up in bed.
She was like a succubus, feeding on my life every night, and the worst part was that I loved every minute of it. She had done to me so many pleasurable things that I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive; she had fucked me in the kitchen, the bathroom, the sofa..., but still, I hated her. How was this possible?
'Do you really hate her?'
I asked myself.
'Yes. I do.'
'Then why do you enjoy her touch, her lips?'
'I don't... I don't know.'
'You are being given a taste of your own medicine you know? The seductress being seduced.'
"Shut up!" I said out loud.
An old lady had just opened her door and looked at me weirdly. I gave her an embarrassing smile while my hands fumbled with the keys and opened the door.
My living room had nothing out of the ordinary. My couch was neatly ordered, my armchair in its place, and my little side table with a flower vase filled with artificial flowers embellished the place. A few feet from my couch I could see my kitchen table with its two chairs facing each other, the table already served. But there was no sign of my guest.
I walked and sat in the chair, opened one pot and the clouds of vapor filled my lungs. The smell was sublime, it made my mouth water. When I fixed my eyes on the dish I found it was simple creamy pasta with mushrooms.
"The secret is in the sauce." I turned my eyes to face Theresa covered in a towel. Her hair tied up in a bun. She walked to me, took the lid from my hand and closed the pot again. "We eat after bath, follow me." She took my hand and made me follow her. I was like in a trance, my eyes fixed on her graceful neck.
She led me to the tub. I saw the water covered in rose petals and smelled a delicious perfume in the small room. She reached for some hair clips and held my hair up.
"Let's remove these clothes Sweetie."
She unbuttoned my blouse, then my jeans; removed my shoes and socks until I was only in my bra and panties. I returned to my senses when she started to take them off me.
"Wait! I can do that myself!" My bra was already gone so I covered my breasts, an unnecessary move as she had already seen me naked before. I guessed it was just a normal reaction.
Theresa didn't care for my words, she pulled down my panties in a swift move.
"Get inside. The water is just perfect Sweetie." She told me from her crouching position.
I did as she told me, and she was right, the water was perfect. It caressed my skin at just the right temperature. I started to relax.
"Sweetie." She startled me. "I need to scrub your back, could you lean forward a little bit?"
I leaned in as she wanted, she used a sponge and ran it all over my back, her touch firm and pleasurable at the same time. I felt her working her way lower, but the water seemed to discourage her.
"Please can you stand up? I have to continue cleaning you."
I stood as she desired. I felt a disturbance in the water and realized Theresa was inside the tub with me. I felt her breast pressing against my back and her arms surrounded me. I took a glimpse behind me and I could see the discarded towel on the floor. I shuddered when her hands started to clean my breast, she paid special attention to the soft skin under my globes. My nipples became erect at her touch and I choked a whimper.
"Relax Sweetie. We have all night." She whispered into my ear.
"Speak for yourself bitch, I need to finish an assignment." I muttered between breaths.
"And here I was being all romantic and you insult me!" She brushed her hand against one of my nipples. Then took the other with two fingers and tugged.
I moaned.
"Bend over Sweetie, we are going to make this your way." Her voice had a tint of anger. I don't know why but I felt a chill running down my spine, I didn't want to piss her off more, so I grabbed the edges of the tub and left my rump high in the air for her.
I felt her pass the sponge roughly on my pussy and ass. Her movements were faster now, less focused. I felt bad, as if I had lost a beautiful moment for my rudeness.
"I'm sorry." I said sheepishly. She stopped what she was doing, I felt her body pressing against mine as her strong breath tickled my back.
"This is new. You are apologizing to me?" I felt her lips on my back, just between my shoulder blades. I moaned again as her kisses went lower and lower.
"Just... don't get accustomed to that. It wouldn't happen again." I said trying to maintain face.
"Believe me Sweetie, you'll beg me to do this again."
