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By *crewtape OP Man
21 weeks ago
Newcastle under Lyme |
Sadie had been looking for something all her life. Most of us are. Where she was different from most is that she actively sought it. She thought she wanted to live abroad. She travelled. She met a man in California and spent six months living with him, but it didn’t work out. For the first time in her life, she was homesick. So it wasn’t that which she was looking for. She became a writer, but no one bought her books; she became an actress for a while, but it wasn’t what she had hoped it would be. Then a throwaway remark about how she’d love university lit a flame beneath her. She didn’t go when she left school, and it had always appealed. One year later and there she was, at the age of forty, standing outside a lecturer’s office, waiting her turn to go in. Earlier that day, on her way onto campus, she reailsed that she was walking briskly and smiling, in her words, ‘like an idiot’. This is what she had been looking for. She’d found it. To her, university was a cross between Wikipedia and Disneyland. She felt stimulated, and excited and alive.
The door opened, the young student left and Sadie stepped in. Were all academics’ offices so small? This was cell-like, with a shelf which was home to some dated text books, the first page of a dozen or so of its occupant’s published papers and dusty house plants on the windowsill. She had a question about the lecture Luke had given, but that’s not what she was doing there. Luke had devoted his life to just one thing; something he cared about, and that passion came across in his teaching. She found that incredibly attractive. Now she was sitting just feet from him, she noticed his shoulders under a tight pullover and blue eyes that locked on. Her heart was thumping and she was conscious Luke could see it pulse in her neck.
Sadie was tall–six feet in her heels–and she felt awkward in such a low chair, as if her knees were up by her ears. The choice of skirt over trousers suddenly felt like a bad idea. She asked her question. Luke leant back in his chair and gave a long, fluent answer. She wondered at his instant and easy recall. She had never known what her type was, or even if she had one, but as Luke continued talking she felt something stir between her legs and she squeezed her knees together.
“So, tell me about you. What brings you here?”
The abrupt change in conversation surprised her. Why would he be interested in her? She talked, she rambled, she repeated herself. She noticed she hadn’t looked at him the whole time she’d been speaking. She did so now and her heart stopped. His gaze was settled on her like a blanket that shut the world out. She was at the centre of his universe in that moment. She had never been listened to like that before. They stared at one another like that for what felt like an hour, but must have only been ten seconds.
“You’re quite tall.”
Sadie didn’t know what to say to that. It felt rhetorical.
“Who’s taller?” Luke asked.
He stood up and straightened his back. Sadie struggled out of the low chair and stood up straight in front of him, just inches from his face.
When she thought back on that moment, she couldn’t work out who had kissed who first. There was an instant and mutual motion toward each other. That’s all she knew. The kiss was wild. She did know that. His hands explored her body; her hand felt between his legs and felt he was already hard. Just as quickly as it had started it stopped. They paused, looking at one another and breathing heavily. They had reached a line and weren’t sure whether to cross it or not. Something in their eyes agreed with the other. Luke cupped Sadie’s face and kissed her, this time more slowly, sensuously. He turned her and backed her gently but firmly closer to her desk. She sat on its edge and wrapped her legs around him, took hold of him behind his head and took charge of the kissing.
Luke placed his hand against her chest and eased her onto her back. He slid her boots off and pulled at her tights. She sat up and pulled his cock free, but he made her lay back, But before her shoulders touched the cool wood, he thrust inside her hard and deep, causing her to gasp loudly. Was there another student waiting outside? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care.
Luke fucked her. He fucked her hard, and well. Sadie had had sex with plenty of men, but she had never wanted a man more. She’d never wanted to be fucked so totally. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying out. Luke took her firmly by the neck and she could feel herself sliding on her own wetness. She could feel herself climaxing. It rushed up on her body quickly and unstoppably. Her neck flushed as it always did in that moment. Her body became rigid. Luke felt her tighten around his cock. Another thrust. Another thrust.
They came together. Sadie felt her fingertips go numb and tingle. A white blur encroached on her vision as her orgasm crashed over her like waves until it subsided. Luke pulled out, and she gasped again.
A few minutes later, Sadie was pulling her tights back on, followed by her boots. She straightened herself in a tiny mirror on the wall. There was an awkwardness. A tacit understanding that none of that should have happened and couldn’t happen again. Not that there was an ounce of regret between them.
Sadie let herself out, nodding hello to the student who had been waiting (for how long?) for her turn.
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