monique_minx
Passionate Disgrace
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Imogene Gaines sat quietly, chewing on the end of her pencil while lost in another fantasy. Her bright hazel eyes were drilling holes in Sam Mitchell’s back where he sat two rows in front of her. Imogene typically sat in the front row where she could pay the best attention to the lecture but not in Ethics class, in Ethics she always sat in the fourth row which was exactly far enough that she could hide her fantasizing and close enough that she could sidle by and smell his cologne at any point. It was a pity Sam didn’t know she existed.
Right now, all she could imagine was Sam talking to her, they sat in a quiet and dimly lit classical library (like the one in Beauty and the Beast) and Sam was reading Shakespeare to her…
“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
He shut the book and looked deep into her eyes, “That was surely written for you.” In that husky voice she imagined he'd use in the bedroom.
“Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty…though you are 19 Miss Gaines. Come and kiss me Miss Gaines…” Sam told her softly and she reached forward until their lips pressed together.
“Ms. Gaines?” Her lecturer asked again.
Imogene was snapped from her reverie and blinked rapidly as she tried to focus her attention on her professor, clearing her throat quickly, “Sorry, what Sir?”
“Please try to pay attention Ms. Gaines. I asked you what the difference between morals and ethics is.” Mr. Martin Hull looked at her expectantly, he was an aging man of about 40 with a dusting of grey to his short brown hair and was likeable enough – if you were paying attention.
“Ummm…morals is the way we act in the moment and ethics is the way we think we should act.” Imogene reeled off deliberately, attempting to quote her textbook.
“Excellent. Excellent. Now can anyone give me some examples?” Martin’s attention was off her and in search of other prey, Imogene breathed a sigh of relief and looked over at Sam again with a soft lament for him and him alone.
Finally class was dismissed and Imogene couldn’t escape the room fast enough, she stuffed her books into her bag quickly and barely paused to pick up her pencil when she dropped it before she dashed from the classroom – eager to get home before work. In her scuffle, she didn't even realise that she'd dropped her diary when she'd bent over to collect her pencil and it remained discarded under a front row desk next to the aisle.
Imogene lived about a 15 minute walk from campus and kept a brisk pace the whole way, she arrived in a record time and tried the door. Locked. Sandra must have been out. She put her key in and pushed the door open before she shut it behind her and dropped her bag at the door. Imogene raced upstairs and kicked her shoes off just inside her bedroom which was fairly ordinary, a double bed that had a lame green spread, a desk and bookshelf covered with textbooks and older classic novels.
Imogene slipped beneath the covers of her bed and looked to her alarm clock, it was 4:20pm which meant she had exactly an hour to eat, shower and get ready for her shift at Officeplex (an office supplies store) – she had the late night shopping shift. Imogene grinned, it was plenty of time.
Her fingers slipped down and nimbly undid her jeans before she slipped them off entirely, her middle finger made way beneath her panties and Imogene began to work her finger over her clitoris furiously, her eyes shut as she reimagined the scene with Sam. She gasped and moaned loudly, her panties soaked by her ever flowing juices and she got more excited. Before long, her toes were pointed and she was squealing with her head thrown back as waves of ecstasy washed over her shaking body.
“Fuck me Sam…” She whispered as her fingers moved to work herself up all over again.
Imogene Gaines sat quietly, chewing on the end of her pencil while lost in another fantasy. Her bright hazel eyes were drilling holes in Sam Mitchell’s back where he sat two rows in front of her. Imogene typically sat in the front row where she could pay the best attention to the lecture but not in Ethics class, in Ethics she always sat in the fourth row which was exactly far enough that she could hide her fantasizing and close enough that she could sidle by and smell his cologne at any point. It was a pity Sam didn’t know she existed.
Right now, all she could imagine was Sam talking to her, they sat in a quiet and dimly lit classical library (like the one in Beauty and the Beast) and Sam was reading Shakespeare to her…
“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
He shut the book and looked deep into her eyes, “That was surely written for you.” In that husky voice she imagined he'd use in the bedroom.
“Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty…though you are 19 Miss Gaines. Come and kiss me Miss Gaines…” Sam told her softly and she reached forward until their lips pressed together.
“Ms. Gaines?” Her lecturer asked again.
Imogene was snapped from her reverie and blinked rapidly as she tried to focus her attention on her professor, clearing her throat quickly, “Sorry, what Sir?”
“Please try to pay attention Ms. Gaines. I asked you what the difference between morals and ethics is.” Mr. Martin Hull looked at her expectantly, he was an aging man of about 40 with a dusting of grey to his short brown hair and was likeable enough – if you were paying attention.
“Ummm…morals is the way we act in the moment and ethics is the way we think we should act.” Imogene reeled off deliberately, attempting to quote her textbook.
“Excellent. Excellent. Now can anyone give me some examples?” Martin’s attention was off her and in search of other prey, Imogene breathed a sigh of relief and looked over at Sam again with a soft lament for him and him alone.
Finally class was dismissed and Imogene couldn’t escape the room fast enough, she stuffed her books into her bag quickly and barely paused to pick up her pencil when she dropped it before she dashed from the classroom – eager to get home before work. In her scuffle, she didn't even realise that she'd dropped her diary when she'd bent over to collect her pencil and it remained discarded under a front row desk next to the aisle.
Imogene lived about a 15 minute walk from campus and kept a brisk pace the whole way, she arrived in a record time and tried the door. Locked. Sandra must have been out. She put her key in and pushed the door open before she shut it behind her and dropped her bag at the door. Imogene raced upstairs and kicked her shoes off just inside her bedroom which was fairly ordinary, a double bed that had a lame green spread, a desk and bookshelf covered with textbooks and older classic novels.
Imogene slipped beneath the covers of her bed and looked to her alarm clock, it was 4:20pm which meant she had exactly an hour to eat, shower and get ready for her shift at Officeplex (an office supplies store) – she had the late night shopping shift. Imogene grinned, it was plenty of time.
Her fingers slipped down and nimbly undid her jeans before she slipped them off entirely, her middle finger made way beneath her panties and Imogene began to work her finger over her clitoris furiously, her eyes shut as she reimagined the scene with Sam. She gasped and moaned loudly, her panties soaked by her ever flowing juices and she got more excited. Before long, her toes were pointed and she was squealing with her head thrown back as waves of ecstasy washed over her shaking body.
“Fuck me Sam…” She whispered as her fingers moved to work herself up all over again.
