4 comments/ 35188 views/ 6 favorites Nothing in Common Ch. 01 By: sydney6385 Thank you amerks29hockey for editing this story for me! *** I had just finished bringing in the last of the boxes went I felt the sense of relief wash over me. I had finally moved into my own place. It was a nice little quiet townhouse that a friend of mine was renting out to me at a great price. I was lucky. Since returning to the town where I had originally obtained my undergrad degree, I knew the place quite well. I was also equally excited that I would be teaching high school students at Edison High. I had volunteered there a lot while working on my degree. It was all last minute, so I was also nervous that I would step on campus as one of the new math teachers. But I was up for the challenge. The only challenge that I was not up for was working at unpacking more boxes after moving all day. Each box stared at me with warning that they would only make me more weary. That was the resulting fact in my decision to change and head to the local pub across the street. One I had frequented occasionally during college. I redressed instantly in jeans and a simple button up, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door. The place wasn't as packed as it normally would have been on a Friday night. Probably because all the college students weren't supposed to return for another two weeks. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. Nothing too fancy since it was just me. The bartender brought me my drink and just as I was handing him some cash, a hand was suddenly on mine, pushing it down onto the counter. "Jerry, put it on my tab." He was so matter of fact that I swung a little harder in my chair than normal from the irritation surging through me. It quickly subsided when I came face to face with the man standing behind me. There was John Davis, my history professor from college. He was giving me a crooked sweet grin. "Professor Davis," I shouted as I immediately jumped from my chair and wrapped my arms around him to give him a hug. John Davis was one of my favorite professors that I had taken while in college. While I was a Math and Education major, I had taken a couple of his classes to fulfill requirements for my general courses. He was probably one of the best teachers that I had ever had. Of course, it also helped that he was gorgeous with a well-built body, wavy brown hair, and big brown eyes. It made it easier to pay attention in class whenever I did get bored. "Charlotte Thomas, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! What brings you back?" "I have a new job and a new home. I live here now." And the idea of me permanently moving back had just gotten better. "Come sit with me. I want to hear how you've been." I followed him to his booth. He explained he was just having a drink with a friend and was about to leave when he noticed me sitting at the bar. We caught up on the things we had missed when I was an undergrad. I talked about my two years in grad school and he spoke of his divorce and how he was working at a high school now. He also told me to call him John. As beer after beer was served, we both became more relaxed with each other, laughing and joking. I propped my feet next to him on his side of the booth and every once in awhile, his hand would brush up against them. What started as simple banter seemed to turn into flirtation. I would lean forward and place my hand on his whenever I made a joke. He never pulled away and each time, my hand would linger longer. All he would do was smirk at me with what I hoped was approval. I had always been attracted to John. I couldn't tell if the alcohol was helping me loosen up to show this or making me look like a fool. When the waitress came over once more, he paid out both our tabs. I thanked him, which he replied with a 'You're welcome' and the same time he placed his left hand directly on my ankles and started to rub them. I immediately looked at him, unsure of how to respond. I had been flirting with him but this was the first time he had actually responded. The only thing I knew was that I wasn't going to pull my legs away. He gripped on tighter when the waitress returned with his card and I felt my insides tightened. He gave the waitress a polite thank you but never let his eyes leave mine. Had he been flirting this entire time too? "Does this bother you?" He hesitated in his question but kept his eyes fierce on me. "No." In fact, I wanted him to grip tighter. He leaned towards me almost as if whispering would be better in a bar than shouting. "Let's disappear." I didn't even nod my head to respond when he was already out of the booth and motioning me to follow him. We walked to his car and once we got there, he grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me up against it. Without warning, he quickly shoved his hands down my pants, under my underwear and into my pussy forcing my legs apart. When I opened my mouth to yelp, he bent down and placed his mouth on mine. His lips were hard while he roughly fingered me. I grabbed on to his arms to catch myself from falling and held myself up against the car. This was the last thing that I would expect from him. His hand was hard against me and it turned me on even more. I was up for playing that way. I immediately grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed hard. He broke his lips and moaned slowly. Removing his hand from my pants, he leaned himself into me. "I'm going to ravage you. Get in the car." I smiled. It was commanding and hot and making myself wetter by the minute. He quickly drove to his house, ignoring practically all rules of the road. We both jumped out of his car, rushing to get inside. I already knew what I wanted first. As soon as he got us in and turned from shutting the door I threw him up against it and dropped to my knees. Not hearing any protest, I immediately undid his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers. His cock sprang towards me and without skipping a beat I took the head into my mouth. Wanting to show him how up I was for ravaging, I quickly forced him completely down my throat, sucking him for a couple of seconds and then returning to his head. A loud groan erupted from him as I saw his hand clasped on to the doorknob. I continued my routine, sucking on his head and then engulfing him once more. I gripped onto his thighs to hold my balance, digging my fingers deeper every time I swallowed him. It wasn't long before his hands found the back of my head and started pushing and pulling me through the motions. Whenever he held me so that he was completely in my mouth, I would suction at his cock and play with his balls, causing his moans to get louder. He started to buck his hips and I knew he was near. I went faster, meeting the rhythm of his hips. And one swift move, he held my head in place, pushed forward, and unloaded his come into my mouth and down my throat. Eagerly, I swallowed everything, making sure not to miss a drop. I pulled myself away from him and noticed that his cock was semi-hard even after unloading into my mouth. It shocked me how he still had anything left in him. He must have read the expression on my face. "Surprised?" I smiled in response. I was surprised. Surprised and very happy. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to him. What would have caused most women pain in his grip made the wetness dribble down my leg even more. How did he know I wanted to be touched like this? To be roughed with? "I hope you have enough energy, Charlotte. You're not going anywhere tonight." Not letting go of my arms, he pulled me into him and kissed me with such force and passion, my legs weakened. "You better keep your balance," he remarked as he let go of me and bent down to remove his pants and shoes. When he stood back up, he immediately stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side. His entire being was beautiful. While not huge, muscles still rippled throughout every inch of his body. I was ecstatic that his body would be mine for the rest of the evening. I never really realized that he was intending for my body to be his. Without warning, he placed his hands on the middle of my button up shirt and pulled it apart. Buttons flew everywhere. Normally I would have been upset that he had just destroyed my shirt, but at that moment I didn't care. And it was a good thing too since he quickly tore the button off my jeans to get them open, forcing them down my legs. As I tugged my feet out of them, he ripped my bra in the front. But it was how he pushed me up against the wall and yanked my panties off that caused me to moan loudly. The tear was hard enough that I felt it burn. After removing my bra from my back he pushed his body up against mine, my breasts squeezing against the wall. He began to grind his cock into my ass and lowered his mouth to my ear. "God, you make me horny." Next I knew, his mouth met my shoulder and he drew his tongue from the corner of my shoulder to the center of my neck. He kissed me softly and sweetly and then bit me. There was no way that I would have been able to control the moan that erupted from my mouth even if I have wanted to. "Good," he whispered once more, flipping me back around and picking me up so that my legs were around his body. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy as he carried me to his bedroom. I wiggled my body to try and get him in me, wanting him right there. I was losing my patience. But once I wiggled, his grip got really firm on me and he immediately bit me on my other shoulder. My body jumped up against him as I moaned into the ceiling. His bites felt so good. "No, no, Charlotte. Not yet." "Fine then," I retorted, smirking and bending my head down to bite him hard in his shoulder. He stopped dead in his tracks and gripped me harder as he moaned into my chest. I recognized we were in the bedroom and when he did, he dropped me to the bed. I reached forward to grab his cock but his hand swung forward and caught my wrist before I could. "No Charlotte." He was commanding again. "It's my turn." He held me by my wrist and slowly lowered my hand to the bed. Using his right hand, he forcefully pushed me back until I was lying down. I giggled. His force was such a turn on and I don't know how I missed it before. He gripped my knees and forced my legs apart, pulling me down to the edge of the bed. His head disappeared between my legs and I felt a nibble on my left knee. And then a bigger bite higher up. And a gnaw higher than that. Continuous bites traveled upwards, getting harder and rougher. He was maiming my legs and it was perfect. When he reached my pussy, the breath from his mouth was practically intoxicating. But not as intoxicating as when he pulled apart my lips and placed his mouth on my clit, sucking gently. Or how he slowly worked two fingers in me, reaching in to rub my g-spot causing me to lift my butt off the bed and push my pussy further into his mouth. He sucked harder and I could feel my body began to convulse. I pushed myself further towards him and he removed his fingers to grip harder on my knees. There were going to be marks there when he was done. He held me there as my orgasm passed, continuously licking me and sucking my clit. When I had dropped myself, he pulled away and stood. Not giving me anytime to breath, he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over, bringing my butt higher off the bed. I held myself up towards him and felt the head of his cock rub the entrance to my pussy. He bent over me and bit my back before shoving himself forward into me. My body arched and curved, my hands dug forward into the bed, and my hips bucked backwards towards him. The solidity of him inside me was marvelous. He filled with me such power from his cock and the force that he used to push it into me. He made me want nothing more than to stay there. His movements weren't kind either. They were rough and hard-hitting and his grip was resilient and firm around my waist, moving me towards him. I wanted nothing more than to add to the sensations by playing with myself but I knew if I tried to lift my hand, I would immediately fall forward and away from him. Something I would not have. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, he did push me forward so that I was lying on the bed. When I tried to turn over to face him, he held my hips down once more, keeping me from shifting. He was already on the bed behind me. He moved his hands to my knees and pried me apart. I felt his legs on the outside of mine as he pushed his cock back into me. Using his legs, he closed mine so that I was laying straight on the bed, my thighs and pussy squeezing his cock. He immediately began pushing himself into me once more, the sensations from the arrangement exhilarating for both of us. He laid his lips on me and began to nibble and bite my back shoulders between each of his moans. I took this opportune time to add to the sensations and place my hand under me to fuel my oncoming orgasm. I rubbed furiously against my clit as he kept pushing and pulling his cock into my body. Before I knew it, I was convulsing once more against the bed and my muscles squeezed his cock hard as my orgasm erupted from my body. I was somewhat shocked at how he still had all this vigor in him and had yet to come. He obviously wasn't kidding early when he told me that I better have enough energy. He had more than enough for both of us. A couple of more pushes and he pulled out. A little confused, I turned my head over to look at him. "Turn around." I did and placed my legs around him. I figured he was about to return to a more traditional approach when he grabbed my legs and brought them up in the air. He slid his cock in once more and then threw my legs onto his shoulders, bringing my butt into the air and onto his lap. His hands curved around the front of my thighs to hold me near him and began to take no mercy. He pounded me furiously, gripping tighter and tighter with every push. I brought my hands to my body once more, placing my left hand on my breast and my right on my clit. The sight of me touching myself must have aroused him even more because his movements became faster as he moaned through his grunts. I flexed my muscles around him, causing more moans to not only escape his lips, but mine. I felt like his hands were going to rip my legs apart when he started to come. The feeling from his hands and mine was so gratifying that I brought myself to a climax with him. His body arched into my legs as mine pushed towards the ceiling. For a moment, you could hear us both stop breathing as we released ourselves. And once the moment surpassed, he pulled himself out and collapsed next to me, bringing me into him and breathing heavily into my ear. When our breathing subsided, I heard him go into a calming light snore. The last thing I noticed was the clock next to the bed before I feel asleep. It was 4 am. Nothing in Common Ch. 02 Thank you amerks29hockey for being an amazing editor and agreeing to work with me until my story is complete. I owe you! *** When I woke up the next morning, I was sore all over. I wasn't really sure how I stretched underneath the sheets. But when I did, the smell of coffee wafted into the room. I rolled over. 11 Am. How long did I sleep? I immediately got up and looked for my clothes only to remember that everything was destroyed from the night before. I quickly looked around for something else to cover myself when I found a gray robe hanging from the door. Wrapping myself in it, I noticed that the bed still had all its covers on it with a different colored sheet on top. That's when I remembered that we never fell asleep under the covers. He must have grabbed a sheet from somewhere and covered me with it. I smiled and headed straight towards the smell of coffee. When I reached the kitchen, there was a cup next to the coffee pot and a plate of fruit. Bread was also out with butter next to the toaster. It was all really sweet and relief washed over me when I realized he wasn't there. I wasn't really sure how this morning was going to be handled. I just had a one-night stand with an old professor of mine and while I had experienced the ‘go to bed and then leave' routine, I wasn't really sure what to do in this particular situation. It wasn't like I could leave. My car wasn't there and I had no clothes to put on. And it didn't seem like he was expecting me to go anytime soon with food and coffee out on the counter. But as I pondered this, relief was replaced by shocked when I noticed a white bag sitting on the island with a card and my name on it. A little hesitant, I reached for the card. Charlotte – I got you some clothes since the others were useless. They should fit. I hope they're okay. Just went to pick some stuff up. I should be back soon. Make yourself at home. -John I placed my hand in the bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a white v-neck tee. When I stuck my hand in again, I was a little shock to feel more clothes. Instead of pulling things out one by one, I decided it would work faster if I just dumped the bag. Tumbling out was a pair of brown linen pants and a white polo. On top of it all were two sets of lacy bras with matching panties, one pair white and the other a skin tone. Not only did he buy me clothes and under garments, but he bought enough so that I would have options. And I noticed his taste was very clean and neat. It was incredibly thoughtful. Instead of changing, I placed all the clothes back in the bag and wandered around the house. Everything was neat and had its own little place. Obviously his manner of living reflected in his taste in clothes. He was neat and simple. The house had three bedrooms and a study. His bedroom was simple with everything in light blue and chocolate brown shades. His bed was white with a brown leather headboard. The brown sheet on top that was used to cover me indicated what color he had when he changed his bedding. On the opposite wall from the bed was a very modern dresser with a simple mirror above it that covered the same amount of space as the dresser. There weren't any pictures though. One of the other bedrooms was also decorated in simple colors and looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. Obviously a guest bedroom. The third bedroom had boxes in it and the study contained the typical materials – a desk and computer on one side and a bookshelf with an assortment of history books. Of all the areas in the house, the living room was my favorite. The back wall was nothing but shelves full of mostly books and pictures here and there of what I assumed was friends and family. These weren't like the books in his study. They were all fiction and poetry. I was so engrossed in the different books he had on his shelves that I never heard him enter the house. I had pulled a book of poetry and was leaning against the shelves reading it when I noticed him standing in front of me. "Morning, Charlotte." I looked up, a little startled and smiled sheepishly at him. He looked gorgeous in his jeans and plain tee. I knew I looked like a mess in his robe and yet he was smiling at me. "You know it's almost noon, John." "Yeah, but you just got up." Obviously, I still looked it. He ran his finger down the fold of the robe. "Did you not like the clothes I bought you?" "No, I did. I just haven't changed yet. And you didn't have to." I was being polite even though I knew I would need something to wear. He did destroy all my clothes after all. "What else were you going to wear, Charlotte?" There was something in the way he was looking at me as he stepped closer. His hand hadn't left the flap and his fingers were slowly entering the inside of the robe. "I'm actually pleased that you haven't changed now that I think about it. I prefer this robe on you."He pushed part of it aside to reveal my breast and flicked my nipple to life. "I think I would even prefer the robe opened," he whispered and pulled the tie around my waist, revealing my naked body underneath. He then wrapped his arm around me and underneath the robe, pulling me to him, and kissed me. The book that I had been holding in my hand fell to the floor. I wrapped my arms around him as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and danced around. He placed both hands on my ass and lifted me up to him. I wrapped my legs around him to hold myself up and felt my back press up against the shelves. "I'm not waiting Charlotte, so you better hold on." He moved his hand in between us and quickly unzipped himself, pulling his cock out. It felt as if he was taking forever but in a matter of seconds, he was inside me. And he did waste no time. Hastily, he pushed in and out of me, bracing me against the bookshelves. Our mouths found each other again as all four of my limbs went to cling on to different shelves. This was not going to be like last night. This was going to be quick and rough against my backside. And it was making me come. My toes began to curl and my grip on the shelves became strong. If it wasn't for the bliss that I was in, I would have been afraid of breaking the shelves with my hands. But I wasn't, nor did I care, and my orgasm shot through me like fire. I broke my lips from his as the sound of screaming ejected from my mouth. He leaned his head against my chest as he pushed his cock faster into me. As my orgasm diminished, his flew through him and into me. He pushed a couple of times more before pulling me away from the bookshelves and bringing my feet to the floor. We stood there for a while, him leaning his arms against the book shelves around me, letting our breathing quiet. He was looking at me and smiling again. "It was such a turn on to see you standing there in my robe." I laughed at him. "And I thought this morning would be awkward." It obviously wasn't. He looked at me a little confused. For a minute I thought he was worried. "Why in the world would it ever be awkward?" I just shrugged my shoulders. There were many reasons why but I wasn't going to spoil the moment. Unfortunately, my stomach did. It growled liberally, causing me to blush and John to laugh. "You haven't even eaten, Charlotte. I should have known if you found the books, you'd become glued to them and forget to eat. You always had your head in a book." He stood back, fixed himself, and held out his hand to help me up to him. I fixed the robe around my body and followed him to the kitchen. He moved around and fixed me a plate of fruit and a cup of coffee. As I watched him, I noticed the grocery bags sitting on the table. I never even heard him enter the kitchen earlier. But what shocked me more was how he remembered how much I was always reading in college. I had no idea he paid attention. Or how much I was always reading. I don't really know how it happened but I blurted out the question that I had pondered earlier without actually thinking about it. "John, how old are you?" He stopped moving, his back still to me, and there was a long silent pause. He had even stopped pouring his coffee. Without turning around, I heard him sigh. "I was hoping that my age wouldn't cross your mind. I'm 39." He never turned to look at me or finish pouring his coffee. He just stood there in silence. Everything felt really heavy in the room all of a sudden. I could only guess that he was waiting to see if I was bothered by his age. "OK," I simply stated and quickly began eating as if what I had asked was normal. While I didn't think the difference in years was as big as it really was, it didn't bother me. But I guess he wasn't expecting the answer that I gave him. He quickly turned around to look at me. "OK?" He seemed deeply puzzled. I tried to play it off smoothly. "What? I was just curious." I just smiled and continued to eat as he continued to look at me awkwardly. I was expecting the question to make things a little strange once I blurted it out. What I wasn't expecting was a retort question. "How old are you, Charlotte?" I stopped mid bite and looked at him awkwardly. While I knew that I had originally asked the question, I didn't think it mattered to him at all. "I'm 25." I watched as he processed the difference in his head. "That's 14 years, John. Don't think about it too hard." I smirked to show I was joking. He went back to pouring his coffee and I went back to eating. I noticed that I was out of coffee and got up to get more. I placed my cup down and before my hand could reach the coffee pot, John turned me around. He held me near him, his hands on my face. A couple of inches closer, and his lips would have been touching mine. "Fourteen years is a big difference Charlotte. Now I know we just saw each other for the first time in years yesterday and this is not what anyone would probably consider a normal circumstance. And I know that we could never engage in a normal relationship. But I've enjoyed you. In more ways than I would have imagined. And I would love to continue to enjoy you if you wouldn't mind." He stared at me, looking for an answer of any sort in my eyes. He was serious. And he was right. As much as we enjoyed each other, I knew it would never go anywhere. Despite the fact that I felt at ease in his house and that he was an absolute wonder in bed, I knew that we would never have a serious relationship. You couldn't base a relationship on a one-night stand. And we couldn't expect anything out of a fourteen-year difference. All there was to us was what we had now – sex. "I know nothing can ever come out of this except for what it is, John. I'm okay with that. To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything else past last night." His faced dropped and then quickly went back to serious. Was he disappointed at my response? "I do want to see you again Charlotte." There seemed more to him and he continued with hesitation. "Since my divorce, it's been lonely. I'm not expecting anything else, but your company. That's all I'm asking for." His hands weren't tight on my face, giving me the opportunity to kiss him. It saddened me that this is all we would be. And I wasn't even for sure why it would. It was almost as if I was basing all my feelings on one night. But there was something comforting and inviting about being around him. Something that instantly made me feel right at home the minute I saw him in the bar. I stayed with him until the following morning. We spoke once more of our situation, agreeing that we would keep each other company until the other found a more suitable partner. It wouldn't be a relationship. Just a ‘friends with benefits' situation. Aside from that only conversation, we engulfed ourselves in food, sleep, and each other. Nothing in Common Ch. 03 I walked in ready for anything. Not just the annoying teenagers that I was now about to start teaching, but even the curious questions that I was going to encounter from my new coworkers. I was prepared. I started off the first day of class easily and the students were as responsive as I knew I would get them to be – some eager and willing and others that were going to need a push from time to time. My situation was a little different being a new teacher. I had wanted to move back to Dallas even though I was lacking a job and ended up applying at Bellaire High School. The job was originally given to another prospect but when they fell through, I was given a phone call the week before school even started. I explained that I hadn't moved yet since I originally didn't have a job that allowed me to move sooner. They told me that they were okay with this and stated that I would just go through extra training after school so that I would be caught up on anything that I needed to know. Lunch rolled around and I ate in the teachers lounge, meeting new people. I answered questions politely and was introduced to Michael Willis, the head of my department. We talked of what I was going over with the students and made plans to meet in my classroom after school to discuss my lesson plans and what I had missed at the normal orientation. The entire day seem to be going by in a frantic motion with me going between classes and meetings and my free time spent playing catch up. So much had been thrown on my plate that the weekend events never had a chance to creep up into my mind. But all of that changed the minute I turned the corner to get to my classroom. There were kids all throughout the hallway. But no matter how many students were walking about, there was no way they could hide the stature of John Davis. There he was, towering over other students and purposely berating a group of boys who were most likely up to no good. My feet felt glued to the floor as I watched him point off in the distance as the three boys began to walk in my direction. I wanted to quickly run into my classroom and hide. Or to turn and wait around the corner, not caring that I would be in the classroom after my 5th period students arrived. But my feet stayed planted and my breathing increased and even though I felt myself getting warm just seeing him there, the feeling of breaking into a sweat crept up upon me as well. And just when I thought I would finally be able to move, I saw his body freeze, his arm drop and the words that were coming out of his mouth come to a complete stop. His eyes locked with mine and the same look of shock that was covering my face was now printed on his. I wasn't prepared to see him there and obviously neither was he. I was with him for the entire weekend and not once did it cross my mind to ask him what school he was currently teaching at. Or to tell him where I would be. We agreed to meet again and left it at that. My body was shoved forward with shock and a young girl popped to my side, quickly apologizing and hurrying away. I glanced at her quickly to inform her she was fine and when I looked back up, he was gone. The hall was almost bare when I finally composed myself. By the time I made it inside my classroom, the bell had already rung. *** The rest of the school day came and went with a breeze. I tried my best to stay focus, introducing myself to the students, handing out and going over the calendars, and trying to learn their names. Whenever there was a moment pause, my mind would drift to the hallway and questions would start to flood my brain. Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't I say anything? Why did he disappear the minute I turned and looked away? Why did he disappear at all? The last bell came with the end of the day and the students fled out in a hurry. I pulled some things together and prepared to meet with Mr. Willis to go over more information that was needed to be discussed. We sat at my desk muling over my lesson plans, things I need to know, and answering questions I had in-between. He asked me if I had anymore questions and I decided to ask the only one that had crossed my mind. "I didn't have any issues today but if I do with a student, what is the preferred course of action?" With the way he looked at me, it was an obviously typical question. "Just handle each situation in the best way you can. If you feel that the problem is beyond your control, send them to the office." He made some more notes at the same time and somewhat under his breath went, "Just don't be like John." "I'm sorry?" He looked at me, knowing I had heard him good and well and staged a typical sigh, rub of his nose, and removal of his glasses. "John Davis. He's one of our history teachers here and quite the pain. His class is actually a couple of doors down from yours. He as the tendency to go off on the kids like a football coach at practice. He's never actually crossed any boundaries, but it's a bit ridiculous the way he talks and deals with the kids." "Oh." I wasn't really sure what else to say. "We sometimes wonder how he's even a teacher since he seems to have so much contempt for them." I just sat in silence, staring at my pad of notes in front of me. Suddenly, I felt like one of the students being told how to behave. "I'm sorry, Charlotte. I'm not trying to gossip or make you dislike a man you've never even met. I'll just be honest that many of the faculty members won't look fondly upon you if your actions are similar to his. Most of us aren't fond of him at all. Not that it would really matter since he doesn't care for anyone here either. As far as I know, John never mixes his personal life with work. Don't think he ever has." I continued to keep quiet, deciding it was best not to tell him that I did personally knew John. Or that this sounded nothing like him. And before he could go any further, I made sure he didn't by thanking him and telling him I would let him know if I had anymore questions. Michael left the room and I just sat there. That was definitely not the John I knew from college as my professor. Or the John I spent the weekend with. I would of almost sworn that the man Michael was speaking of was a completely different John Davis if it wasn't for the fact that I had already seen him. I wasn't really sure what to do. If I should wait until I see him this weekend or if I was going to see him again at all. And then I realized I would obviously see him before then, at work. I considered calling him but wasn't really sure what to say. I didn't have to think about it much longer though when I heard a click from the door behind me. And I didn't have to turn around to know he was there. I could feel his presence right behind me. I think part of me was expecting him. What I wasn't expecting was the anger in his voice. "Charlotte, we need to talk." I didn't bother to turn around when he said my name. For the first time, I was actually scared to look at him. "Charlotte!" His voiced raised once and again I felt like a student. Except instead of the shy student at the desk, I now felt like one of the boys he was yelling at in the hallway. There wasn't just anger in his voice, but frustration, irritation, and almost hints of disdain. It became apparent that seeing me in the hallway had been plaguing him all day as well. What did I do that was wrong? "Charlotte, what are you doing here?" I finally made the conscious decision to get up and face him and I wasn't pleased. He stood in front of the door with his arms crossed and scowling. Had his foot been taping, I would have been appalled. " I work here, John." "Why didn't you tell me this?" "I never thought about it, John. It never crossed my mind." "You should have thought about it! You should have mentioned it!" He started to yell and I felt myself get upset. "You never thought about it either, John! You never thought to ask or even to mentioned where you worked. Jesus, John, I highly doubt either of us has considered the possibility of running into each other let alone working together at the same school so don't get angry with me!" I wasn't one to yell but I couldn't help it. I didn't enjoy being yelled at either. He obviously wasn't expecting it since he looked at me a little shocked, but still with anger. Both of us were breathing hard and I couldn't tell if it was our tempers rising or the different types of tensions floating in the room. If this hadn't been an upsetting exchange, I would have kissed him by now. And after a minute or two of just staring at each other and calming down, I realized I ached to kiss him. "I don't understand why you're mad at me." I realized I was looking at the floor when I said this and couldn't understand the different attitudes that were occurring within me. One minute I wanted to kiss him and the next I was a child again. But when I looked up to look at him again, his face was both stern and pained. Who was this man standing in front of me? "Charlotte, this weekend can never happen again. We can never happen again." "What?" "No exceptions and this isn't up for discussion." He was stern in every syllable of his voice and I felt like it was a line he had use many times with his students. I looked at him, trying to make out what was happening. I could still feel the tension through the room and noticed his hands were clenched into fists. And then I felt my hands and realized mine were as well and my feet were firmly planted against the floor as if I was trying to fight the urge to move. I stared at my feet and looked up at him once more only to catch him walking out the door. I don't know how I ever made it back into the chair, but I did. I kept running through the very short conversation in my head, trying to make sense of it. And for the first time that day, the physical activities of the weekend caught up with me, making me feel the soreness in my body that he had created. A soreness that 24 hours ago, I would have enjoyed immensely. And now I was wishing it would go away.