This is a story of fiction. Enjoy.
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As Jamal and I were still trying to catch our breath after the strident sex we just had, we lie on my bed.
"Damn, Miss Marshall," Jamal, going back and forth between my, myriad of names, said, "How did you end up teaching at my school? The first day I saw you, I knew that I knew you from somewhere," The prostration in his voice, apparent.
Looking up at the ceiling, my mind and body were pre-occupied from the intense fucking I was just given. As his emissions exited my exhausted, wornout pussy, it also pooled onto the linens on my bed. The shame and disgust I always feel when I'm with my student, is seemingly drowned out by our respective, moans and grunts.
Not knowing how, or even if, to respond, I started to get up as I had to pee. Feeling the pulsing still occurring, as an aftershock from the pummelling my stallion gives to me, I gingerly waddled to the bathroom. Slowly peeling the destroyed pantyhose off of my achy legs, I sat on toilet and allowed loads of cum droplets deposited into me fall out of my abused, broken down body. Sighing, I could only imagine what, more, Jamal had in store.
Now, seriously concerned with my relationship I was in with Mark, I went back into my bedroom.
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Putting his car in park, Mark got out. Now 10pm, he felt he needed to get answers as to the changes that have evidently happened. Intent he was going to do it, now. Sure, he may feel the wrath, as Kara made clear they both needed to slow down, but he couldn't shake the nagging antipathy in his gut.
Arriving at the door outside, he looked up and saw a dim light on in what is her bedroom. The row of townhomes, atop the myriad of stores in this bustling, oceanfront town, were not simple to just enter. You had to either be let in by a doorman, or use the buzzer to alert the residents inside.
*BUZZZZZZ* *BUZZZZZZ*
*BUZZZZZ * BUZZZZZZ!"
Having just pulled out another package of pantyhose out of her sidetable drawer, Kara was focused on re-dressing for the young bull, geared up and ready for, yet, another round of fucking. Wondering who, possibly, could be buzzing her flat, she gave Jamal a half smile, and pushed a 'call button' on her desk.
"Honey, just let me see who is outside. I'll make it quick," Kara said softly. Pressing the button, "Yes?" Her tired, overtaxed, fatigued voice barely orated.
"Kara, we need to talk. NOW," The voice on the other side, swiftly announced.
Realizing it was Mark, panic set in. Looking at Jamal, who seemed cool and collected even in the chaos that just began, she started stuttering a response.
"Wha..what... are you doing here... so late?" She mused?
Repeating himself, he said once again, "We need to talk. Now Kara."
Not knowing how to handle the situation, she said, "Can we talk tomorrow? I'm literally going to bed right now, Mark. I'm very tired."
"We talk, now, or this relationship is over, Kara." The despair in his voice clear.
Releasing the button, she frantically looked at Jamal. "Let him in," Jamal calmly said.
"Jamal!" I said, with panic in my demeanor, "My boyfriend is outside, he'll know you're here!"
Standing up and walking over to me, Jamal softly pushed his body against mine, against the wall. "Let him in and I'll make sure he doesn't know I'm here." The evil calmness in his voice.
"Ja..."
Putting his fingers to my lips, he said, "DO IT...VICTORIA."
Pushing the button, I unlocked the main entrance of the door to allow access to the pathway to my front door. Having a minute or 2, I removed my nylons and put my robe on.
Delicately placing them in the drawer, I saw Jamal gathering up all of his clothes strewn on the floor. Leaving my bedroom, I began my descent downstairs. Opening my front door, I saw Mark, clearly upset and worried, but determined.
"Hi," I simply said.
"Hi," He said, in return.
Moving to the side, I allowed Mark to walk in. The nervousness that clearly had overtaken my psyche, knowing that upstairs, is the person who could destroy my relationship with him. After a quick hug, I walked over to sit at my couch while Mark joined me.
As we sat, the tension in the room was heavy. Sitting to where I could see the stairs, I sat silent with fear, worry, and uncertainty. After a few nerve wracking minutes, Mark proceeded to break the ice.
"Where is this relationship going?" Blunt and to the point, Mark lay it all out there.
"I don't understand your point," I responded, carefully gauging the situation.
"A month ago, everything was clicking between us. Then school starts, and within 2 weeks, you're suddenly tired, inundated with work, we're now on a 'schedule' to even see each other," His concern, softly displayed.
Unsure of my own words, I wanted to break down and come clean, but that would have, obviously come at a draconian price. One I wasn't will to pay.
Sending my silence, he added," You seem more skittish. Like something deep down is bothering you. I love you, Kara. I just don't understand your silence."
Subconsciously peaking at the stairwell, I was trying not to add suspicion. But, even though Jamal was in my bedroom, I didn't know if he would just come downstairs and make his presence known and let this unwanted cat, out of the bag, metaphorically.
