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Thursday after school arrived much more quickly than I expected. I was nervous about going to the gynecologist especially after realizing I hadn't been there since Jake's death. Way past time for an annual check up. The very helpful nurse practitioner was only too happy to reprimand me for failing to care for my womanly health needs. I smiled at her and didn't say anything. All I needed was for her to give me a prescription for the pill and I would be on my way hopefully into a bed with John.
It turns out, birth control was much more advanced since I last had inquired. I could be on the pill, or the patch, or ring, or even a shot.
"The ring?" I asked.
The nurse practitioner, clearly not having a good day, gave me an exasperated look and told me the ring was a form of vaginal birth control that lasted for three weeks at a time. Unfortunately, the ring needed a month to build up in the system so John and I would still need condoms for the next month. I hadn't been on birth control for a very long time, and really didn't like the idea of popping a pill every morning. I settled for the ring and decided John could handle condom duty for another month.
I walked out to the waiting room with a prescription and free sample in hand. John rose and kissed me.
"How did it go?" he asked.
I didn't respond to John because I was noticing the looks I was getting from other women sitting around the waiting room. Raised eyebrows, pursed lips and other looks of disapproval appeared to be a common theme.
"Great," I mumbled. John's eyes followed my own and soon his eyebrows went up as he began to realize what I was looking at.
"Come on," he said while circling his arm around my waist.
"Of all the nerve," I practically screamed and slammed the car door far louder then necessary. John got in his car while giving me a worried look. Where did those women get off? Great, they probably thought John was my sugar daddy or something disgusting like that. Was it so wrong that a younger woman found it well worth her time to spend it with an older man? Where did they even get off judging me? I drove home far faster than necessary still fuming about how people perceived my relationship. I groaned when I thought about my coworkers and students finding out. The rumors and whispering in corners would become irritating to say the least.
I made a sharp turn into my driveway and skidded to a hard stop. I hopped out of my car and made for the door.
"Jan," called John. I kept walking. "Janet! Please stop walking so fast. We should talk," John said finally catching up to grab me by the wrist.
"Not out here, ok? I don't need the neighbor's to pass judgment too."
"Fair enough," John said while guiding me the rest of the way to the door. He waited patiently for me to unlock it and then took me in. Once inside, he turned me around and pulled me into an embrace. We just stood there holding one another for awhile. I let the heat of his body soak in and relax me.
"Feel better?" John asked.
"A little," I mumbled.
"Come on, let's getting something ready for dinner. We can talk while we prep."
I was happy to have something to do with my hands. I felt agitated. I was becoming more nervous about the idea of somebody, namely a student, discovering the relationship between John and me. John poured me a glass of wine and I took one large drink.
"Look Jan, you can't get that upset about this. We both agreed to keep our relationship quiet. Beth is the only one that knows, and she is kind enough to keep quiet too. Even if there weren't an age difference, the rumors would still fly. We're coworkers enjoying the same bed. That's bound to get people talking. And we don't exactly work with the most mature people."
"I'm sorry John, I didn't mean to get so upset. I haven't been in a relationship in such a long time. I'm very happy with what we have between us and I don't need people ruining it."
"So don't let them. You aren't going to dump me over a few raised eyebrows and the same holds true for me. Nothing's perfect. We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way. I am willing to do that if you are."
I smiled at John. His words were definitely making me feel better. "Don't worry John, you'll have to do a lot better than a few raised eyebrows to get out of this relationship."
"I'm happy to hear it. Now about that birth control. Do I get to do you senseless without the use of our latex friend tonight?"
"Not for another month."
"A month?"
I went over to the kitchen table and found the paper bag holding the ring. I pulled it out the bag to show John.
"Correct me if I am wrong, but that doesn't look like a pill."
"It's not. It's a ring. I insert it vaginally and have three weeks of steady protection, starting next month. It takes a month for the ring to build up in your system, but after that no more latex."
John groaned and walked over to embrace me. "You mean I have to wait a whole month for a morning quickie. I was looking forward to walking around the school with a stupid 'I got some' grin on my face. In a month school will be out."
"There's always summer school," I responded dryly.
"Don't sound so annoyed. You'd have the same grin on your face."
I smiled, but didn't say anything.
"Speaking of summer school, are you teaching it this year?" John asked.
"Yes, I'm teaching a make up history course. How about you?"
"I'll be teaching a make up physics class."
"I guess we're still coworkers for the summer."
"Don't worry Jan, I promise not to do you on your desk, even if there are less people in the building."
"You wouldn't dare," I said, while attempting to shove him away.
"I just promised you I wouldn't, even if you are very tempting."
"I hope you aren't offended when I tell you I have a hard time believing you.
I can see I'm going to have to lock my classroom door."
"Not to worry, I'm sure I could strike up a friendship with at least one custodian."
"You're impossible!"
"I prefer horny and persistent."
John and I sat at the table eating. I was still immersed in my thoughts about what would happen if John and I were discovered. Apparently I lost track of everything else going on around me. I was startled when John came up from behind me and snaked his hand around to grope me in the breast.
"You know, there's been all this talk about sex on table tops and desk tops, yet I don't see to remember us enjoying sex that way," John spoke into my ear.
I flushed and my mind became filled with thoughts of erotic table top sex.
"Why don't you go upstairs, lose your clothing, and bring a latex friend back down with you. I'll clean up dinner," John said as he continued to talk into my ear. His hand was now pinching my nipple to attention.
I quickly found myself in the bedroom with not a stitch of clothing on and a metallic packet in hand. Running down the stairs, I discovered John naked in my kitchen and a cleared off table top.
"I think you should come running down the stairs again. The bounce of your breasts was fun to watch."
"Hmm...I hear sex on table tops is great way to watch bouncing breasts."
"I can see the potential in that," John said as he walked forward to catch me up in an embrace. His erection fit snuggly against my stomach.
Soon I found myself hoisted up on the table with my legs splayed and tossed over John's back. John's tongue was making me more than a little bit aroused.
"Mmm, you are one tasty dessert."
I was only able to moan in response. I was too busy watching John's tongue work magic over the labia and clitoris. It was very erotic watching his tongue slide up one side of my labia and back down the other side, and then come back up to focus on my clitoris. He was teasing me. He licked my clitoris just long enough to bring me to the edge and then quickly moved his tongue back down to lick my nether lips.
"Please John. Don't tease. Just let me come."
John looked up and smiled. He grabbed the condom packet out of my tightly clenched fist. I had forgotten I was even holding on to it. Soon John was sheathed in latex and directing his member toward my very wet opening.
"I can't let you come yet. I want that bouncing breast show you promised first."
"I didn't..." My words were cut off as John entered me to the hilt. Soon I found my breasts bouncing up and down on my chest, and John's eyes following them, clearly enjoying the view.
"You know now that I am watching your breasts, I have to taste them." John's lips clamped down on my nipple and I felt his tongue swirling around it. After making my nipple nice and hard, he switched to the other nipple to perform the same service. I flung my head back and felt my body wanting to follow. John's arms wrapped around me and held me semi-upright. I slid my hand down my front side and began rubbing my clitoris.
"Careful Jan, you're going to squeeze me right out of you," John said, his voice strained with pleasure.
"I'd prefer to squeeze and orgasm out of you," I responded.
"That can be arranged." I found John's hands tighten around me as pulled my body toward his. My breasts were pressed up against his chest and I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck. My nails dug deep into his back as he thrust into me. I felt my orgasm build until it burst forward, rippling pleasure through my body. I moaned allowing the effects of the orgasm take over. John's groan of pleasure quickly joined my voice as I felt his penis tighten and release. We remained clinging to one another for awhile longer before I felt the need to move my body. John slowly eased out of me as I stood up, rubbing my tail bone as I did.
"I do like sex on table tops. I wonder if sex on desk tops is just as fun?"
"It's not happening. Some things are better left as fantasies."
"Hmm...still a very tempting idea."
I gave John a wry smile, but didn't bother to pursue the conversation. I knew he was trying to get me worked up, and I wasn't falling for it.
