| Straight: Serial Stories: Teacher: Teacher: part IV (1/7) |
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I closed the door behind her. She looked fabulous, wore barely any make-up, was naturally beautiful. Blonde hair cascaded over her dark blue silk shirt that was open far enough to reveal one strap of her black bra. Her faded blue jeans clung beautifully to her arse, created a perfect, inviting gap at the top of her thighs. If the phone had been a landmine then she was an atom bomb. Her diamond ear studs glinted, sent me lines of Morse code that said, ‘Danger, danger… intruder alert, intruder alert!’ ‘Fuck, Anna… Gemma could be back here at anytime…’ ‘No she couldn’t.’ ‘She’s my girlfriend, we share this flat; she lives here… how could I explain what you’re…’ ‘She won’t be back. Not for hours. Where did she say she was going?’ ‘To the gym. What’s that got…’ ‘Is the gym in a detached house two streets away? Is it owned by a pretty, blonde young man with the initials GT who hugs her and kisses her before leading her in for her… her “workout”?’ ‘What the fuck? You followed her?’ I was angered by her flagrant intrusion into our lives, but her facial expression demanded an answer to her question. ‘No, that’s Gareth, that’s his registration – GT something or other… she works with him, must have called there to drop something off. She was working on some papers before she left…’ ‘And the… kissing?’ ‘He is a bit too touchy-feely, never liked the bastard, but you’ve got that all wrong…’ ‘He drew the upstairs curtains soon after she’d arrived.’ ‘This is bollocks. What the fuck are you doing spying on us? One night of… of… whatever… doesn’t give you that right.’ I was shaken by her calmly spoken words, was still certain she was wrong, but she’d caught me off balance, got me on the defensive and I needed a moment to let it all sink in. I’d just made Gemma cum. Spectacularly, I thought. Surely that would be enough for one day? Her appetite was never that big anyway… and she wouldn’t lie to me, would she? I’d just fisted her to orgasm and then she goes straight round to Gareth’s for some more? And Gemma had just spent three nights in a posh hotel with the bastard - even if they were shagging, surely that would be enough for them? No, Anna was wrong, was playing some sort of sick game. I remembered something: the flash of relief I’d seen in Gemma’s eyes when she thought I was going to turn her down. Suddenly I was not so sure. On every other occasion, as soon as she walked through the door after being away, we jumped on each other and fucked ourselves senseless. This time there had been well-disguised reticence on both sides. I’d been too wrapped up in my own trauma to even notice her reluctance, but I saw it now. It was now plain that the only reason we’d done anything at all was our joint expectation that the other would demand it. A lack of interest would have had the other party wondering… and neither of us wanted that. ‘Where’s her computer. I’ll prove it to you.’ Again, her words were quietly spoken, but carried great authority and I had no choice other than to go along with her. Besides, I was hooked, incredibly curious, wondering what was going on and just beginning to imagine the worst. ‘Computer? It’s… it’s through here,’ and I led her into |
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The truth be told--