"This story is fictional."
Let me introduce you to MaryBeth because this is her story and one must understand this woman in order to better comprehend all the events that unfolded. At the time MaryBeth was still a young woman in her early 30s. Her life was what some people would call complete or at least that is to say that she should have felt fulfilled. She had things that most people strived for a husband, a smart young daughter and a good job as a professor at a small private New England college.
It is not to say that these things were not important to MaryBeth because they were. But unlike everybody thought she was not completely satisfied and fulfilled by her life. For a while she had felt as if she was lacking something. It was as if there was a hunger inside of her, which seemed unable to be satisfied by anything in her life, as she knew it to be. For a while now she had been trying to find something in her life to calm this hunger. What she found was that it was no easy task because it didn't seem to be anything highly tangible. She simply wanted to want again. However, she soon found the answer to her hunger and realized that she would never have been able to imagine what that answer would be. All she knew was that she had found it, even if it was in a strange and perhaps even wrong way. And that is why she kept it all to herself never breathing a word to another soul in fear of what they might think.
MaryBeth taught Spanish at this college and had done so for a few years now. She liked her job well enough and she loved the Spanish language and culture or at least she used to. The truth is that she did enjoy Spanish, but not with the passion that she once knew. She used to live and breathe the Spanish language and culture. She studied it for years, traveled to South America and even married a man from Peru. Then she had been teaching ever since. But now it just didn't quite mean as much to her as it used to. Perhaps she had seen one too many students just trying to fulfill their language requirements so they could quit. Or maybe she had in a way over dosed on Spanish. It didn't really matter because she had recently been awarded tenure and she knew she would be at this school indefinitely. But one day something changed, he came along and he was different from the rest. Christopher was a student at this small college and Spanish was his main focus of study. He had just returned from a year abroad in Central America perfecting his knowledge of the language.
In all his time at the school Christopher had never had a class with MaryBeth, but this semester it so happened that she was teaching the historical Spanish literature class that he needed. Christopher was not all that excited about being back in the United States. He had become accustomed to his life, as he knew it in Central America. Things were different down there and he had enjoyed escaping his life, as he knew it in the United States. But he was excited to show off his talent in class. On the first day he walked in and took a seat. He was not sure what to expect because he had never had a class with this woman. But he imagined she was as stimulating and intelligent as all the other professors were. Then MaryBeth walked into the room and something about her immediately struck him. There was a presence about her in the way she walked, the way her eyes sparkled and especially in the way she spoke. The Spanish words coming from her mouth sounded so beautiful and almost erotic to Christopher.
Christopher found himself instantly attracted to her and wanting to have more then your average student teacher relationship. During that class he could not help, but be checking her out the entire time. He followed her long legs up her body and traced the outline of her figure with his eyes. She had an interesting build to her body unlike any other woman he had seen before. There was something about her that he couldn't quite place. He found himself very intrigued by her and what lie beneath the surface.
Afterwards as the other students left the room he walked up to the desk and introduced himself. He spoke to her all in Spanish telling her about his time abroad and his goal to become fluent. She had not taken any special notice to him during the class because not much Spanish had been spoken by the students. It was only the first class after all. However, she was thoroughly impressed with his grasp of the language and his ambition, which was much like hers, had been at that time. She could not help but noticed the way that he had looked at her while they were talking. He had stared deep into her eyes as if he was looking inside her to see what she was thinking. She could see that there was longing and desire in his gaze. However, what she realized was that she too had felt a strong desire inside of her. Her eyes rolled over his entire body and she noticed he was well built with a firm body and strong hands. He looked really good to her and this scared her because she knew she should not have been thinking about another man that way much less her student.
As days passed Christopher's desires grew stronger and he was trying to be subtle in letting MaryBeth know how he felt. While doing class work or taking a test he would come up to her desk with a question. He would lean close to her and quietly whisper into her ear. He would brush his lips extremely close to her ears and neck without actually touching them. And when talking during class he had this way of making her feel, like he was talking just to her as if she was the only one in the room.
Sometimes he would come to her office under the pretense that he had a question. She knew that most of the time he did not really have a question and that he probably already knew whatever he had asked. He was practically fluent as far as MaryBeth could tell, which meant that there was not much that he did not already know. But she didn't mind and she actually liked it. As he would talk to her he would place his hands on her shoulders and lightly rub them. She would tell him to stop or push his hands away. She pretended to be cold and not enjoy it, but that was a lie. She loved how his strong hands felt and she quivered inside when he touched her.
She knew it was best that he never knew how she was really feeling inside. She was afraid of what might happen if he was to find out that she felt the same as he did. Part of her felt that the feelings inside of her were dirty, but she didn't care. She only cared about what the repercussions would be if anything were ever to happen. There was her marriage and her daughter to worry about not to mention what her colleagues would think. However, as time past and the two of them had more interactions her desires became stronger. She was sure that he was the answer to her hunger. She knew that if they could have each other even if it was just once she would be satisfied.
Christopher would spend nights awake fantasizing about the two of them together. He would have elaborate fantasies about making love on a deserted island somewhere in the Caribbean. Rolling around in the sand by the ocean with no one around to disturb him or her. He would touch himself and imagine that she was there. He would slowly rub his hands over his body. Then he would take hold of his stiffening cock and stroke it pretending that she was pleasuring him. As he brought himself to a climax he would moan her name. He wanted her so bad that it hurt inside especially since there was nothing he could do. He would have the most vivid dreams in which they would take each other to places and heights that seemed impossible. He would wake up with a jolt to the sound of his alarm his body dripping with the sweat of his desire and his sheets sometimes wet with his juices.
But what he never could have known was that she was also having fantasies. But MaryBeth lived in the real world and her fantasies were more realistic. She would imagine them together in their everyday lives.
