Honour Student (Closed)

[Cum_Inside]

By the time Avery made it home it was very late. She crashed into the bed and passed out, very satisfied but exhausted from her evening with Simon. When she woke in the morning, Avery laid awake and stared at the ceiling for a long time. Usually, Allan slept in after his wife was already up and about but this morning it was the opposite. His side of the bed was ice cold.

She pondered the fact that she was jealous over a college girl. She couldn’t believe that Avery was so worried that Simon might leave her for that tiny little Asian girl that it was affecting her daily routine. She wasn’t upset or even guilty about the fact that she was still cheating on her husband. Even though she had told herself to stop seeing Simon last night and work on her marriage, Avery was sure that the ship had sailed. If Simon wanted her, Avery wanted him.

But she didn’t want to be second best. She didn’t want to be the woman he screwed because she was easy. She wanted to be the one that Simon chose. She didn’t know if that was even a possibility now.

She avoided answering his messages.

Avery wasn’t sure what to do about Simon.

She wanted him but she didn’t want to be thrown out like yesterday’s trash.

It was a bit easier to put that behind her come Monday when she was able to get back to teaching and distracting herself with her typical busy schedule. Despite not having office hours on Mondays there was an influx of students with questions about the next assignment. Because so many people needed guidance, Avery found that they spilled over into her office hours the next day. That was helpful because it meant she might not have to field a confrontation with Simon depending on how long it took to clear all student concerns.

She still had no idea what she wanted (or needed) to say to him. Would she embrace him whole-heartedly if he asked? Or would she do the right thing and boot him to the curb? It would be better for her in the long run but it made her heart thump painfully against her rib cage at the thought of it.

As her final student, Natalie, packed up her notes and textbook, Avery saw her out the door. She paused in the doorway, eyes landing heavily on the lanky male sitting in the chair just a bit to her right. His eyes were sharp on hers, reading her face for something. But what, exactly?

He looked good. He smelled good.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Avery wanted.

What did Simon want?

Avery watched Natalie walk away and finally round the corner. Slowly, she turned emerald eyes back to Simon.

“Hello,” she said quietly. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the way she’d copped-out and ditched him with no explanations Saturday night. She felt ashamed of herself, guilty even, but not one ounce of that was because she was an adulterous bitch. All of it stemmed from the fact that she was in love with Simon.

“Please, come in Simon.”

 

[saedo]

"Hello. "

Simon had been so focused on his inner thoughts it tool him a half second to realize that the hello might be aimed at him. He looked up from his lap, expecting to see Dr. Jennings in her office doorway. But the professor's door wasn't open.

Instead, his eyes spotted a familiar face standing a few feet away in the hallway. Hitomi. She looked different in her street clothes and with her hair no longer looking like she just rolled out of bed. And with her hands no longer wrapped around his naked erection.

"Oh, uh, hey," he managed. He could feel an embarrassing warmth rising in his face. He hadn't seen her since that night. Not since she'd run out of the room. Right before Dr. Jennings had. Being rejected twice had been a real punch to the gut.

"I was just meeting with Dr. Kilpatrick around the corner," Hitomi continued, nodding her head in that direction. "I stepped out to get a drink and saw you here, so I thought I'd say, 'Hello.' So, hello.

Hitomi felt a quiver of nerves in her belly at the sight of the lanky youth. Ordinarily she did not interact with her residents outside of the dorm. She more than enough going on in her life already. But then this was the first timr she had a resident whom she'd had a quasi-sexual experience with. An experience she hadn't stopped thinking about. So instead of walking past, her feet had turned that corner to approach him.

She tried to paper over this atypical insecurity with conversation. "So you're waiting for Dr. Jennings? You liking her class? I enjoyed it a lot back when I took it. If you're at all interested in the field, I'd recommend you checking out her journal article from last year. Very insightful."

Simon nodded along silently, trying to keep pace . Hitomi's words babbled along like a forest brook. He was still confused over their last encounter, but she seemed completely over it.

" And if you want to know more, the department website lists recommended articles under the Additional Resources tab towards the bottom of the . . . ." Hitomi trailed off, realizing that she was avoiding the real issue. "Uh, about the other night . . . things gotta a little . . . weird. But not in a bad way! I just mean . . . unexpected. You know? But it will just be between you and me. I promise. So we can just forget it ever happened, okay?"

Hitomi shared a mutual nod with the seated Simon. But before she could turn to go, she heard her voice continue. "Unless maybe you don't want to. Forget about it, I mean. Like I'd maybe you wanted to talk about it. Or if maybe you're alone on a Friday night again. Whatever. You can just let me know. If you want." Hitomi shrugged, her ramble finally running out of words.

Muffled words sounded behind the door to Dr. Jennings' office and the metal doorknob twisted slightly. Someone inside had their hand on the knob.

Hitomi used the noise as reason to move. "Well, I guess I better get back to Dr. Kilpatrick. See you around." Her legs were already in motion, striding back down the and around the corner to safety.

"Hello."

This time Dr. Jennings was standing in the open doorway to her office as one of Simon's classmates stepped past carrying a backpack. "Thanks, Dr. Jennings. Hey Simon," the student spoke as she crossed into the hallway.

"Hey Natalie," Simon responded automatically, standing up and hefting his own backpack off the floor.

Simon saw Dr. Jennings eyes flick towards the direction Hitomi had departed. Had she noticed? Had she recognized the grad student as his RA from that night? Had she seen him talking with Hitomi?

"Please, come in Simon."

Simon did as instructed and stepped inside. But rather than take a seat before her desk, he remained standing. As soon as Dr. Jennings closed the office door, he turned to face her.

"Dr. Jennings, I don't know what's going on. I mean between us. If there is an us. You know?"

"I mean, you come over and we . . . " Simon paused, realizing his voice was a bit loud for these next words. "And we fucked," he added in quieter tone, before ramping back up a normal volume. "And that was great. Really great.

" But then my RA showed up and you had to hide and then . . . " Simon trailed off. Describing it verbally was more than he could bear, so he settled for shorthand. " . . . that, that thing happened. And then you left and it feels weird. So I don't know what to think. "

Simon stepped closer to her. "Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Because I don't think that I did. I mean, I didn't mean for that to happen, but it did, and I suppose maybe it shouldn't, but I don't think that's my fault. Not really. So if you’re blaming me for that, that doesn't seem fair.

"But I don't know what you're thinking because you won't talk to me. So do that. Talk. You know." His excited rant finally sputtered to a stop, so he glanced down with his eyes and waited to see if Dr Jennings was going to say anything.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery briefly spied a familiar figure turning the corner and narrowed her eyes suspiciously before she caught herself and fixed a polite smile onto Simon, gesturing him inside her office. Her stomach rolled in nausea, unsure of what she should say. Before she could even get the words out, Simon’s inner thoughts and feelings overflowed in a burst of rapid fire speech.

After listening to him, Avery knew exactly what she had to say. A few days ago she had told herself that she needed to hide the truth but now she wanted to clear the air and make sure Simon knew exactly where she stood. As his words petered out, Avery stepped in close to him and laid her hands on his forearms. When she began to talk, her words were quiet but certain.

“I’m sorry for that, Simon. I... I really did have a great evening with you but I guess that girl coming onto you so boldly before your dick had even dried kind of killed the mood. I’m... I got jealous, I admit. What happens when you decide you want someone your own age and not some old lady? I wish I could offer you more than what I have right now but Allan makes that difficult. I...”

Avery paused, struggling to find the best way to elaborate on how she had been feeling. Stepping even closer, she rested her head on his left chest so that his heartbeat was loud against her ear. She closed her eyes and inhaled, wrapping her arms around her young lover.

“I want to leave my husband. I want to be yours but I’m so scared. That is a huge part of my life and it will be a huge change if I leave it all behind. Brody is my world and Allan... I’ve spent years forcing myself to believe there was any love left. I know that it’s early and that we don’t really know each other, and maybe this is out of line because of everything, but I want to learn what you like and don’t both in and out of the bedroom. I don’t want to have to leave you after sex. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to be yours because I genuinely enjoy when we’re together. I think that we both could learn a lot from each other. But I’m scared I’ll leave my husband and that you’ll leave me for her,” Avery admitted. “I’m not blaming you for anything — I’m grateful for you. I love our time together and the only thing you did wrong was fuck me better than my husband ever has. You’ve made my life so complicated and you don’t even know what you’re capable of doing to me.”

She finished talking but did not make a move to pull away.

She didn’t want to see the pity or disgust on his face as he rejected her. She couldn’t bear it.

She didn’t say the words but she wondered if he heard them anyway: I think I’m falling for you.

 

[saedo]

Simon felt overwhelmed by the barrage of information that was flooding over him. This was . . . a lot.

But pondering it all felt like the wrong thing. Just trying to wrap his brain around it all felt like it was taking too long. Like he was disappointing her all over again by not immediately understanding what she wanted.

Say something! He had to say something before this all fell apart.

"I want you, too. A lot. I think I've made that pretty clear. I've never had sex like I have with you and I don't want that to stop."

" But I don't know what to say about some of the rest of what you were saying. Like, I didn't intend to screw up your marriage. I mean, I know you're married and I know it's probably not cool trying to mess with someone else's relationship, but you're so gorgeous and then you wanted to have sex with me and I couldn't resist. So maybe I should have, but I didn't, and now we've kept doing it and I don't want to stop doing it, even though it might be wrong."

Her husband was a strange Other. He vaguely remembered a picture on her desk, but the name conjured up only a vague outline of a man. A man Simon didn't really want to think about. It was easier to ignore someone if Simon knew nothing about them and ignoring the existence of Dr. Jennings' husband sure made it a lot easier to focus on how much Simon enjoyed fucking Dr. Jennings.

"So I don't know if I should be sorry if your marriage is messed up now because of me because that screws up your life or if should be happy because that means I get more of you. And I don't know if you leaving your husband means for us. I mean, we've just been having sex, but that had to be secret because your marriage. But if you leave him, does that mean we're together? Or are we still sneaking around because you're a professor and I'm not a student? And if we're not sneaking around, are we going to do like couple things, you know, where others can see? Like going out on dates and stuff?

"And you've got a kid, so I don't know what that means. I mean, I've never even met him and now you might be leaving his dad, so what happens then? Do you want me to meet your kid? Or would that be weird?"

"And as for Hitomi, that came out nowhere. I'm not used to girls paying much attention to me, so I don't really know how to handle it. Plus I thought just going along was the best way from keep her from finding you, so I thought I was protecting you."

He paused. Dr. Jennings did tend to see through him. Best not hide anything. "And yeah, I guess I did enjoy it when she touched me. And I can't say I haven't noticed that she's pretty. But that doesn't mean I'm wanting to leave you for her or anyone else. I'm still with you. As long as you want me to be."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery blew out an anxious breath. Simon hadn’t ran away. He was still standing in front of her watching to see if she might be the one to tuck tail and skedaddle.

She thought about it, but the scary business of admitting her feelings was already done and she couldn’t take it back.

“I don’t know what it means.”

The phrase was open and honest. There were so many loose ends and things she had to figure out. It wasn’t an easy answer. She hated that.

“But what I do know is that I have fun with you and I feel young and sexy and free. I love what we do have so far. I think the rules are different with you being in university and old enough to consent; I might be your professor but you aren’t on such an uneven playing field as one might be in high school. It’s not a punishable offence to date students but while you’re in my classes that’s a matter of conflict of interest if that is what we do. Even if you decide you want me, there’s still the matter of my family. For now at least we have to continue to hide us, and I have no expectations of you stepping into my family matters at the moment.

“Why don’t we just take some time and ease into it? See what we feel after the dust has settled? All we have is a relationship built on sex so far and it might even be nothing, but I know that the man I sleep with every night is not the man who gets me wet and makes me cum anymore. He’s not the man I want to spend my life with, irregardless of your involvement. There are some steps I need to take for myself and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to stick around.”

It was a litany of dialogue, rushed but delivered with a punch of emotion. Avery did not expect Simon to want to be tangled up in her drama and so she was expecting him to turn around and walk right back out that door. With her hands on his forearms and her head on his chest, Avery waited for the other shoe to drop.