| Straight: Serial Stories: Teacher: Teacher: Part I (3/6) |
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glass of clear liquid and vanished. ‘Friend of yours?’ I yelled again. Mrs Cheetham nodded as she quickly checked through the bag’s contents then looked at me closely, touched my goatee, ruffled my hair. ‘Yeah. Alicia. Sister-in-law, always looking out for me.’ She pointed to a guffawing gaggle of women who’d all seen better days. ‘Fiftieth birthday party of a colleague… Oh! She’s much older than me!’ I nodded in a way that said it went without saying, though I noticed her face was finely lined and the backs of her hands were mapped by a couple of thick blue veins. The glass kissed her lips and she swallowed then winced at the taste. Alcohol was dilating her pupils, disturbing her vision, and her thoughts and speech were just a little out of sync. She took another large swig of her drink. ‘You look very well, Alex. All growed up! What are you up to? What brings you here?’ I told her about my job in the lab, how her influence had pushed me towards both exam success and my choice of degree. My tutor had insisted I specialised in English, my parents wanted that too, but I had my own ideas. I embellished my history a bit – I didn’t, for example, tell her how mind-numbingly repetitive lab work can be – because, to be honest, I could still picture her in the headstand, imagined freeing the thong from between those nether lips to deposit copious seed into her uterus with my very erect penis. There was lots of truth in what I’d said, about her influence on me at school, but I would have said anything to ingratiate myself with her in my current sexually aroused state. More than anything, I wanted to be alone with her. I didn’t go out that night looking to get laid and I wasn’t unhappy with my lot at home, but she was a very potent combination of the familiar old and the exotic new - and she was obviously, incredibly, enthralled by me too. We struggled through a few more sentences, but the noise was too much to fight against. She finished her drink with several improbably large gulps, banged the glass on the table then stood, pulled me up with her and dragged me to the door. My erection was very uncomfortable, had grown awkwardly and was trapped in a position it did not want to be, but I followed, shuffling painfully behind her. The comparative coolness and quiet of the square was a blessed relief. The taxi rank was a couple of hundred yards away and we walked arm in arm, ears still ringing in the neon darkness of the city. She was leading, knew where we were going and I was certain I would soon be hearing her dulcet hoarseness in my ear as I slowly fucked her naked body to orgasm. A bustling gang of guys spilt from the club exit behind us and they shouted up the road towards us. I realised it was the people I’d come with. ‘Oi, look! It’s her! Dancing Queen!’ and they drunkenly sang the Abba classic. ‘Hey, it’s Alex! Alex has pulled! Fucking hell, Alex, give the old bitch one for me!’ ‘Show us yer cunt again, sweetheart.’ ‘Come on, baby, dump him! We could show you a real good time!’ followed by much jeering and hilarity. I tried to hurry on, but she stopped and slurred: ‘Friends of yours?’ ‘I came with ‘em, but they’re |
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Mixed feelings.........