Because readers requested it, Becki has continued to tell me her story. I recommend new readers read the first part[https://www.literotica.com/s/becki-s-story] to bring themselves up to speed.
The characters in this story are flawed, just like you and me. Sometimes they make bad decisions as they struggle to live their lives. Sometimes they make life changing decisions, not always positive. All characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. All constructive criticism is welcome.
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With Barb's passing, our life together quickly changed. Obviously, Sean no longer needed to visit her three times a week. When I didn't spend the night with him we would meet for coffee at our favorite local shop. When I did sleep with him, we would find excuses to stay in bed and have a late breakfast. In a way I felt like a newlywed again, but this time with a man who knew what he wanted out of life and out of our relationship. I knew Sean loved me unconditionally and I returned that love with every fiber in my being.
Because our relationship was grounded in mutual love and trust, I knew he would never judge me. I knew that he accepted me warts and all. Actually, if I had any warts I doubt whether he would even notice. My comfort level allowed me to start exploring my own feelings and sexuality in ways that I never could before. I found that I really enjoyed having Sean see me naked. I started experimenting with new ways to please my lover. I felt safe and loved.
It was late April, about two weeks after Barb's funeral. In three weeks we would have the freedom of summer break. Sean and I both agreed not to teach any summer classes and I was starting to think of things to do together. Nevertheless, I could see that her death was weighing on him.
One evening we were eating dinner and he was unusually quiet. I had tried to keep a conversation going, but with only one person talking, conversation is difficult. I'm a bit of a chatterbox, but not that much. I finally decided to stop talking in the hope that he would fill the silence by opening up to me.
It took about two minutes. He set down his fork, "I went over and talked to Crystal in Psychology today."
Crystal was a behavioral psychologist and had been practicing for several years before she joined our faculty. She was a good person for him to talk to.
"What did she say?"
"She was very nice. She asked about my mood and what I thought about Barb's death."
I just nodded, figuring listening and silence were good things at this moment.
"She said I had a pretty good dose of grief. Even though I had ten years to prepare for the inevitable, grieving was to be expected. She asked if I had a support network and I told her about you. She thought that was great. She told me to try and keep my routine as normal as possible. Keep up the exercise. Keep eating. Make sure I get enough sleep.
"I know you're eating well. We're exercising every day. Are you having trouble sleeping?"
"No. I'm sleeping well. Well, most of the time I'm sleeping. Every once in a while, I'll have some trouble. The other night I didn't sleep well. She reminded me of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's research on grief, death, and dying. It was a good conversation."
He changed the subject, "So have you thought about what you'd like to do this summer?"
"Not specific things. I think about how I will get to spend time with you. I think about something like hiking in the mountains and in my mind you are there with me. I get this amazing feeling of peace and joy. I think about sleeping in a tent with you and my heart is happy because I know I'll be with you."
I reached out and took Sean's hand, "I want to tell you why I am so happy. You love me as I am, unconditionally. You don't try to change any of my little quirks."
He laughed, "Actually, I'm been meaning to talk to you about those." He was enjoying his joke, "Just kidding."
I was smiling, "Look! You make me laugh. You have great dad jokes. You respect me. You don't play mind games. I feel like you know exactly what you want out of this relationship. When I'm with you I feel like somehow you've changed the rotation of the earth and that the world revolves around me."
"One of my super powers."
"I'm so happy. I hope I make you happy too."
"More than you will ever know."
*****
On Monday I decided to give Sean a little surprise and a little gift. This was my evening with Ian, so I wouldn't see Sean otherwise. I knew he held office hours from four to five in the afternoon. I also knew that students typically didn't come to them. I always wear professional clothes to campus. Typically I wear nylons when I wear a skirt, but that afternoon I stripped them off in the privacy of my office, then went one step further and took off my panties, going commando.
It was a breezy afternoon and I had about 100 yards to walk from my building to Sean's. I hoped that the wind wouldn't lift my skirt, but it felt fabulous having air flowing around my lady parts. I thought that I might have to do this more often. I was feeling naughty and it was exciting.
It was about 4:20 when I got there and I was surprised to find a student visiting with "Dr. S" as they called him. I patiently waited and about ten minutes later, the student left.
I appeared in his doorway, "Hey Dr. S! Got some time for me?"
Sean smiled, "Certainly young lady. What can I do for you?"
I moved inside the door where I was sure no one could see me and I flashed Sean my naked vulva.
"Wow! I wasn't expecting that. Can you do it again?"
I lifted my skirt again, this time holding it up so he could get a good look.
He got a very serious look on his face, "Just so you know, while I appreciate the view, I don't let things like that influence your grade."
I looked out into the common area and there wasn't anyone around. I walked around Sean's desk and sat down right next to him.
I spread my legs and hiked up my skirt so my lady parts were visible to him, "Perhaps you need a closer look."
Sean sighed, "God Becki. You are an incredibly beautiful woman."
For some reason, my insecurities were up a notch, "You really think I'm beautiful don't you."
"Hands down one of the most beautiful women in the world."
"I think you exaggerate my friend."
"I do not. Let me explain just why you are so beautiful. First, there is your face. It is perfectly proportioned with a cute button nose. Your brown eyes have enchanted me since I first met you. Second, there is your figure. Your breasts are the perfect champagne glass size so prized by the French. Your waist and hips are in just the right proportion to your breasts. Your butt has the right amount of shape, not too big, not too flat. Your legs are incredibly toned and shapely. And then there is this beautiful vulva that you are displaying for me. I think you are getting me a little stiff. I'll have to let things settle down before I leave."
My naughty mind took over, "Or I could help you get settled down now."
I could see a look of panic come over his face. I'm sure the idea of any kind of sex in the workplace had never crossed his mind. Initially, I thought it might be really exciting to make love to him right here, but the chance of being caught might completely put a damper on his ability to perform. I didn't want to do that to him. A blow job on the other hand could be delivered very discretely - by me under his desk. I pushed his chair back and climbed under.
He looked a little confused, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a blow job. Now slide up here."
"What if a student comes in?"
