0 comments/ 15161 views/ 14 favorites A Perfect Pitch By: SweetNightingale The Good Doctor Ever since she could remember, Carmen had never shot up passed the height of 5'3 or 125 in weight. She had always been a petite girl and intimidated by taller people and as a college professor, she had rules as an English and Art Instructor. One of those rules was never, and she meant NEVER fall for one of her students, no matter how gorgeously attractive they were or persuasive. It just wasn't worth it, especially since her art career had recently taken off. She was making good money, enough to where she really didn't even need to work, but she could never see herself sitting at home just painting or otherwise doing nothing, so she taught what she loved to do which was art—painting, drawing, designing and as for the English part? She liked to debate and teach all she knew about writing solid essays on hot topics and today's economy. She wore one piece grey and black suites that hid her well-toned model like figure. She ordered black rimmed glasses to hide her grey-green eyes instead of the contacts she had been drooling over for almost six months. And all though she was thirty-five going on thirty-six, her looks fooled most people into believing she was twenty-three. The glasses? She believed they would divert eye contact with most of her students although she had to make eye contact in certain situations. They would also hide the light makeup she wore to bring out her features even though they were said to be "perfect". She kept her long, soft curly brown hair in a fashionable bun and all though Carmen Tate loved to show off cleavage and a good portion of her long neck and shoulders, she made sure to hide them beneath dressy white shirts. Seven to eight inch heels were her thing and golden brown nail polish along with black mascara was a necessity to her. She refused, however, to wear or even buy perfume for the fear it would attract the opposite sex, no matter what the age. It had happened before and it was a touchy subject for her, especially since she had almost lost her job over the whole ordeal, not to mention her teaching license. Thank god for Christopher Barnes and his profession as a successful lawyer and behind the scenes lover. Despite her effort to keep her hormones in check and the temptation to accept the flirtatious jokes and flirty conversations she always received from Dylan Williams and Wyatt Pratt, she refused to show that she was interested or had any type of affection towards them when really, deep down all she wanted to do was jump their bones. Dylan and Wyatt were more than just sexy but they had nothing against Charlie "Rocco" Slade. Charlie Slade was an exchange student from DC who drove a white Bugatti Veyron and was real big into professional biking. From what Carmen heard, he was a real dare devil betting people in illegal street racing behind the scenes or dirt biking and always, no matter what, winning. Charlie was a crispy clean kind of guy, with short cropped hair he left long enough to spike if he wanted, shaving the sides as short as a buzz. He was the kind of guy you could just look at and tell smelt nice by the way he dressed and presented himself. His clothes were never wrinkled and he always took his hats off during class, unlike some of her other students; a great sign of respect. He wore red and white baseball caps that took the form of those stylish trucker hats a lot of guys wore nowadays, with different colored kicks, Nike brands; mostly green and white or red and white. His sex appeal sky rocketed on days he wore black shirts or red sleeved shirts with white fronts and faded blue jeans. He had an athletes build with attractive vein-ish arms and toned muscles that weren't too big or bulky for his height and size. His dirty blonde hair brought out the best of his chiseled facial features which were strong and somewhat soft. Carmen always found his sharp blue eyes intimidating and secretive. They went well with his personality and reputation. Charlie was Stanford Universities top athlete who brought home the glory and trophies. He was notorious for his knack in hitting curve balls, which was impossible for all but one of his other team mates and homeruns providing him six contracts in professional baseball. His baseball name was Rocco. His parents were filthy rich. His mother still worked as a professional model and his father was a well known plastic surgeon. Charlie's older brother, Christian, made a living off professional boxing. Besides the time Charlie wasted attending Carmen's English class, he spent his time attending her art classes, showing real talent with a paint brush and charcoal. Today, Carmen had run out of a month's worth of medication she needed to focus and keep her hormones in balance and because of this, she found herself thinking more about Charlie than she usually did while teaching her classes. She had recently been diagnosed with what doctors were now calling type A, Class-1 Nymphomania Disorder. This was considered the highest and most dangerous diagnostics among woman ranging between twenty-three and thirty-seven. The cure to this disorder? Science labs began to concoct a series of medications, combining them and testing them on volunteer subjects who received five grand after remaining on these new pills for sixty days. Each volunteer were prescribed different pills and all of them had histories of nymphomania. All but one of these volunteers lost their interest in excessive sex, claiming they were able to focus more on what they needed to do rather than constantly cringe over the thought of sex. Scientists named this pill Hydrocane-7.c without releasing what these tiny purple and yellow pill's ingredient contained. Without this pill, Carmen would find herself relapsing and craving for sex. Today, she couldn't even take her eyes off Charlie Slade when he walked through the door, looking at her and holding her eye contact without one wink of a smile. His pace had slowed down and his eyes had drifted just below her collarbones, making her heart jump and a sudden drape of discomfort dawn over her. Her mind registered how he had sized her up with his eyes, sending butterflies shooting down through her stomach and in between her legs. Her muscles contracted and all she wanted now was to run to the bathroom, lock herself in a stall and pleasure herself with her fingers. She turned, steadying her breathing as a cold sweat threatened to break out, fixing her glasses and moving towards the table in front of the whiteboard as he took the first seat to her right in the very front row which was unusual for him. When the clock struck ten A.M. Carmen moved towards the classroom door, pulling it closed before moving back towards the table and rummaging through her brief case for the assignment she had typed for her students last night. After finding them, she moved to the left side of the room counting out stacks of ten, seven and nine, sending papers down each row. "I assume you all studied faithfully for today's quiz, Aaron," Aaron smiled as the rest of the class let out quiet giggles and laughs. Carmen threw him a wink. "Here's your new assignment for essay four. I want a solid argument on a hot topic of today's problems." She moved towards the white board, picking up a green marker and tugging the cap off before writing on the bored. "You can argue for or against these topics. Same-sex marriage, child abuse, sports, the legalization of marijuana, animal cruelty, euthanasia, drug trafficking—any of these topics are acceptable unless you can think of something else besides what I've listed that you want to argue in your paper." She turned towards her students, capping the marker and moving around the table. "Your last papers were interesting, agreeable, especially yours Wyatt," she joked as the class let out another round of soft laughter. Wyatt's cheeks turned a soft rosy red as he slumped down even more in his chair, keeping his eyes on his desk while a few of the girl's eyes in the classroom pried. "But I want you all to focus on rebuttals and solid facts that will support your arguments and persuade your readers to change their mind on the topic at hand." Carmen turned, grabbing a second stack of papers which were her classes graded essays from last week, walking around and handing them back to her students as she spoke. "How would you persuade your audience to take your side in an argument Mindy?" Mindy was one of the quiet girls who always turned red in the face when Carmen asked her questions. "Wyatt?" When Wyatt shrugged and didn't answer Carmen decided to push her luck and ask Charlie. "What about you Charlie? How would you persuade your audience?" Charlie's voice always, no matter what, drove Carmen absolutely crazy. He had one of those deep soothing voices that made her heart race when he spoke and caught her attention. He raised his eyebrows, looking up from the assignment on his desk before sitting up straight and running his hand over his hair. He looked around at the other students, fiddling with the corner of one of his papers. She hadn't gotten to his graded essay yet. "Well that depends on what argument you were reading Mrs. Tate." She smiled slightly, handing Hannah Blake her essay. "Let's say," She said glancing over his essay and moving down the isle towards him. "The topic is on same-sex marriage." She stopped beside him, handing him his essay as he leaned back, looking up at her and handing her a folded up piece of notebook paper. She hesitated, reaching for it and grabbing a hold of it, going to take it but Charlie's grip tightened and it was as if they were playing tug of war with this little piece of paper. "Theoretically," her eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he held her eye contact, finally releasing the paper. She looked away from him, moving towards the table where her briefcase sat, setting the piece of notebook paper inside of it before turning and leaning up against the table. "Theoretically, Charlie," She took in a breath as a thought of his naked body haunted her mind. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "Theoretically, are you for or against same-sex marriage?" Charlie's face reddened and he became nervous for the first in Carmen's presence. He glanced down before looking back at her as if she had said something wrong. Her throat tightened and she couldn't help but look into his eyes as he spoke. "Against it." He said flatly. "Okay, Chelsea," She tore her eyes away form his, looking at Chelsea who slid her fingers through her silky black hair, setting her iPhone down and directing her attention towards Carmen. "Let's say you're for same-sex marriage. Charlie, how would you persuade Chelsea and her followers that same-sex marriage should not be legalized in the United States?" Charlie looked a crossed the room at Chelsea before his focus fell back on Carmen. "Well first of all, same-sex marriage shouldn't even be considered. 'Marriage' should always, always be between a man and a woman, it's the way God made it and it's the way God created man and woman. He didn't create men to fall in love and screw each other. That's not what their cocks are used for. He didn't create women so they could fill each other up and release sexual tension. He created both sexes so that when the right time came, they could pledge themselves to one another in holy matrimony and work on building a safe and livable environment for raising kids if they decided to have any. Gays' and lesbians' have no fuckin right to marry one another, it's not the way God created his people. They're an abomination and the whole idea is fuckin ludicrous." Carmen looked from Charlie to Chelsea. "Chelsea? What's your rebuttal?" "That's almost as bad as saying interracial couples shouldn't be aloud to marry because ones African American and the others Caucasian. If gays and lesbians can't get married we might as well toss the idea of black men and woman's freedom and shove slavery back down their throats. Men should be able to marry girls who've hardly reached their teens and colored children should be separated, discriminated against and stuck in classrooms with teachers of the same color." Carmen looked from Chelsea to Charlie who was staring her down, jaw muscles twitching and all. "Alright, see what just happened?" Carmen asked her students before Charlie could say anything. Some nodded, some chuckled, and others stayed completely silent. "This would be an extreme debate if it was real, unfortunately it's not and this may be what the two of you should base your papers on. Anyway," Carmen moved around the table, sitting down and opening her grade book. "Your quizzes are on the corner of my table, come get them. You have twenty-five minutes to finish them. When you're done set them face down on the corner of the table and have a great day." Twenty-five minutes flew by incredibly slow. All Carmen could think of was how it would be to feel Charlie inside of her and how big he really was. The thoughts were so intense that she could just feel him pounding in and out of her. She squeezed her legs, crossed a knee over the other and dug the nails of her right hand into the palm of her hand so hard that she knew once she opened it, there would be blood. Two minutes before her class ended, she peaked inside her briefcase to see what was on the notebook paper Charlie had handed to her. It said: 2:50, home game. Come see me, Char. Home game?...Carmen at Stanford's home game? Now why in hell would she even consider going? Especially after the fact she had had an affair with a student in Georgia and had gotten caught? There was no way in hell. "Mrs. Tate," Carmen shut her briefcase, jumping and looking up at Charlie. They exchanged secretive stares before he spoke again, resting his hands on the edge of the table and towering over her, not directly, but . . .just about. "Slade." She said gathering up the tests and closing her grade book. "You are coming on Saturday right?" He asked. She shoved everything into her briefcase realizing how shaky her hands were. "Where?" Carmen said as if she didn't know what he was talking about. "You looked at the note." "I'm busy on that day and I don't think it's a very good idea. If you're smart enough, you won't involve yourself with me, especially if you know who I am." She stood up, grabbing her jacket and brief case before rushing towards the classroom door. Charlie casually moved in front of her, stretching out his arm and resting his hand against the door. Carmen cursed herself for how loud her heart was thudding against her chest. It got even worse when Charlie inched towards her until she was standing up against the thresholds doorframe, peering Charlie right in the eyes and doing all she could not to shove him against the wall and kiss him. Her hand gripped her briefcase's handle hard until her knuckles were white while her vagina throbbed begging for attention. The cologne Charlie wore tantalized her, making her want him all the more. She looked away from him after several minutes as he spoke. "How would anyone know?" He asked bringing his face close to her jaw while brushing his finger tips over Carmen's ear. Her heart just about beat its way out of her throat and through her mouth as she pulled her face back to look at him. She wasn't sure why the fact he knew who she was and what had happened surprised her. The damn affair had made it to the news as well as Time Magazine, New York Times, Los Angeles Times and even the Boston Tribune. She had fans and she had enemies. She felt the chills ripple over her arms, releasing air as he passed the boundaries of her comfort zone, breathing against the crook of her neck before pulling his face back and turning her face towards his. "Just come watch me play, after that we can meet somewhere and have dinner out of town." "No." Carmen said pushing his hand away. "My place then? I'll make you dinner." "Charlie-" She was wet, she could feel it and she needed to bolt, but Charlie, she knew, wasn't going to move until he made it clear she would meet him or she agreed to meet him. He put his thumb over her lips, brushing his nose over hers and whispering. "Just say yes." He let his thumb slide down over her bottom lip, caressing and teasing it, making her want to take it into her mouth, suck on it and bite softly. By the way he was watching her, she could tell he knew what he was doing drove her crazy. He let his thumb slip down to her chin, barely grazing her lips with his before slowly pulling back. He finally turned, pushing the classroom door open, looking at her one last time before disappearing down the hallway. Carmen's breathing was out of control and her heart beat abnormally fast. She was doing sixty on a thirty-five mph zone, breezing passed slow drivers and almost wrecking when a car pulled out into her lane, unable to see her because of the fog and rain. She was beyond caring though. She needed a refill on her medication and fast before she slipped and began down the same path that had almost cost her job. Charlie's little game he had played, working her up to the point of needing someone to pleasure her and teasing her to the point of self afflicting pain had sent her over the edge. Her panties were soaked, and vagina rippled with ecstatic chills, breathing hot and twitching uncontrollably on her. She refused to touch herself until she was safe at home and could make all the noise she wanted. Right now, she had to focus on getting to Dr. McCarty. An hour's drive resulted in one speeding ticket and a cop that thought she was relapsing and in a rush to get more "drugs" until she explained to him the situation. He apologized and sympathetically played the card, "My niece has that problem", told her to drive whatever the speed limit was and sent her on her way without handing her a 210 dollar ticket. Her night got even worse because her least favorite receptionist was working tonight. She was a red headed doll with big green eyes and tits the size of melons. She was somewhere from the south with a strong yet sexy accent and a gum chewing habit. She had never liked Carmen specifically because Dr. McCarty liked Carmen more and had almost offered her the doll's job. His flirtatious date invites and cheap fees for his service got to her even more. Carmen was practically yelling at the receptionist, leaning over the counter and holding onto the edge tight as she did so while people in the waiting room and hallway stared at her. The receptionist absolutely drove her crazy with her calm yet harsh tone and begrudging stare as she spoke to her. "What is wrong with you? Can you get your goddamn head out of your ass and call him you stupid cunt?" "Miss, if you don't calm down I'm going to have to call security on you, there are children present and your language is unacceptable." "Do I look like I care? I have a serious problem here and you're refusing to help me!" "Lower your voice or I'm going to call security." "Fuck you!" Carmen yelled. "I'll have you fired you stupid bitch!" She watched the receptionist as she reached for her phone, beginning to dial in a number. Carmen snagged the cord and yanked it from her before angrily ripping the phone from the wall and throwing it passed the receptionists shoulder. It smacked to the ground popping open and spilling its pieces. The second receptionist stood up pulling out her cell phone and staring at Carmen as if she were some kind of monster. Just before Carmen could reach for envious receptionist's blouse, someone grabbed her, pulling her back. His voice was familiar and the second receptionist immediately closed her phone. "Darla, did I not tell you to call me when Mrs. Tate ever shows up and asks for me passed hours?" Carmen looked at Dr. McCarty as he squeezed her shoulders softly, pulling her with him towards the hallway. Darla's lips moved, she stuttered then spoke. A Perfect Pitch "I'm terribly sorry Dr. McCarty, I had no idea this was Mrs. Tate." "Don't let this happen again, her condition is serious, do you understand me?" Dr. McCarty said stopping and staring the receptionist down. "Ye-yes sir, I'm terribly sorry. . ." She said softly, slowly sitting down in her chair and watching them as they started down the hall. Carmen realized how bad she was shaking, just from the frustration and minimal black out she had just experienced. "Carmen, I need you to breathe. These types of things happen with Hydrocane. If you're off it for too long you go through withdrawal just like any other drug. Blackouts like the one you just had are common with this medication if you've been off it too long." They turned the corner, passing another reception area as Dr. McCarty led her towards his office. "You didn't tell me this would happen, blacking out? Yelling like I did?" She was close to tears, embarrassed from the way she had flipped out in the lobby. "I sent papers home with you the last time we met discussing the side affects of these pills, what did you do with them?" "I don't know." Carmen answered. He pulled back the chair that was sitting in front of his desk, gesturing for her to sit while he closed his office door. Before making his way to his own chair, he opened the mini fridge near his bookcase, pulling out a bottle of water and opening it for her before handing it to her. "How long have you been off the medication?" He moved around the front of his desk, sitting down and pulling open a drawer, setting out the familiar see through black bottle Hydrocane-7.c came in. "Just recently." Carmen answered. "Why didn't you come see me when you went out or call me? I would have happily refilled them for you, no charges." Carmen watched him as he flipped open a small note pad, eyeing her before grabbing a small penlight and standing up. He moved around his desk, stopping in front of her and softly tilting her chin up. "Look right here," He gestured just between his eyes as he flashed the light into one eye, then moved the warm lucent light to her other eye before clicking it off. "I have so many things to do. . ." She started. She wasn't making any sense at all to herself. What did having so many things to do have anything TO do with picking up her phone and asking him for a refill? "I didn't have the time to call you." "So you waited until it got bad? What happened?" He sat on the corner of his desk, pocketing the penlight and watching her as she spoke. "Nothing happened, I just got that urge." She looked down at the ground, cursing herself for lying to him. Her mind then deceived her, flashing images of his cock to her and making the walls of her vagina tighten. "Have you slept with anyone?" She looked up at him with a slight frown. "Is that a relevant question Harley?" He smiled, leaning forwards and reaching for a chair near the door, pulling it just in front of her right knee. "It is. The only reason you're on these pills is because you have an addiction and a disorder. Not many people go around feeling like they need sex every two minutes. It clouded your mind. You could hardly function when we first met. . .do you remember?" Carmen did. He had called her after the trial and explained to her that he knew of a drug that could help her condition. He told her about the science lab located in Nevada near the mountains and how the scientists there made a pill that would help her control her problem. She smiled barely, looking at him as he leaned forwards, sliding a hand over her shoulder up towards the inside of her neck. Just the need for his touch caused her to breathe uneasily. "Tell me what happened Carmen. Was it another student?" "I just. . ." She closed her eyes as he massaged the inside of her neck, watching her closely and staying silent. "Mmm. . ." The feelings shot through her again. Her stomach turned and vagina tingled with pleasure. His thumb slid over the front of her neck making her realize how much she enjoyed the way he touched her. Hell with the pills, she wanted him. "What does he look like?" Dr. McCarty asked softly, gripping her neck lightly and sliding his thumb over her jaw line. She tilted her head back, sliding her hand up over his wrist. "He's sexy, blonde hair. . .deep blue eyes, every time he looks at me. . ." Dr. McCarty pulled her chair just beside his without effort, unclasping the clip from her hair and watching it as it tumbled down flawlessly over her small shoulders. He had always loved the way her hair looked when she wore it down, but that was rarely and she ever only wore it down when she came to him, admitting she had done something she shouldn't have with someone. It would curl the same, delicately, naturally--shiny with that silk texture to it. Her confessions would be about younger men in their early twenties to men well passed their late forties, people she hardly knew, some of which had blackmailed her all because they knew she was susceptible to spreading her legs to anyone who offered to give her pleasure. And as much as he hated admitting it, her confessions turned him on. "I know he's trying to figure out some way to get me in bed." He watched her as she opened her eyes, looking down at the floor as he played with the back of her hair. "Do you want him?" He asked, tilting his head. "I just want this feeling to go away." She whispered. "Make it go away." Dr. McCarty sat beside her for well over six minutes before he brushed her hair away from her neck, letting the backs of his fingers slide over her skin. He watched her blouse for the familiar rise that gave away her uneasy breathing and let him know that she wanted what was happening. When her blouse finally rose near her chest and breasts, he leaned in, tilting his head and kissing her neck sensually. He teased her skin with soft bites of his teeth before kissing it as if he were kissing her lips and hearing her moan. He pulled his face back a little, kissing just underneath her ear and sliding his hand over the other side of her neck, feeling her grab a hold of his wrist. "Is this what you want?" He whispered, turning her face towards his and looking into her eyes. He slid the fingers of his other hand up into the back of her hair, latching onto it so he could slide his other hand down into the front of her dress pants and tease her through her panties. When he discovered she was more than just soaking wet, his hard on became almost unbearable. She watched him, holding onto the sides of her chair as his fingers worked vigorously against her panties before he slid them in through the side, teasing her clit and pushing a finger an inch up into her so that he could tease her entrance and the area around it. She gasped and moaned, squirming and tilting her head back while her body jerked from his prying fingers. "I want you." She said quietly, as he pulled his hand away. He released her hair, standing up and scooping her up into his arms. He set her down on top of his desk, pushing papers, pens, office phone and a photo of his wife and three children away carelessly before yanking her dress pants off while her heels thudded carelessly to the ground. She leaned back on her hands as he knelt down, holding onto the back of her knee. He let his hand run up over her knee before letting it roam up the inside of her thigh while his lips and cheek brushed over her knee. They looked into each others eyes as he pulled off her panties, grabbing her hips and jerking her onto the very edge of his desk. She gasped at the feel of his tongue, spreading her legs a little wider and draping one over his shoulder. He licked and sucked on her clit, drawing soft moans from her while her vagina throbbed with ecstasy. She slid her fingers into his thick black hair, pushing on his head and feeling his tongue slide deep inside of her. Just the way his tongue was able to stimulate her caused her back to arch up while her shaky hand squeezed a good portion of his hair. While his tongue danced inside of her, his thumb was busy keeping her clit stimulated and swollen. Not even one minute of this and Carmen had cum, shaking against him as he continued to tongue her. She pushed on one shoulder moaning uncontrollably and begging him to stop. Finally he pulled back, sliding a hand up over the front of her blouse and pressing the bulge in his pants against her. His fingers worked vigorously to free her breasts from the prison her blouse created. As soon as her blouse was free from her shoulders, hugging her elbows and revealing her round perky breasts, Dr. McCarty took them in his hands, squeezing and caressing them before leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth. Carmen grabbed the back of his neck when she felt his teeth sink around her areola almost too hard while his tongue flicked back and forth against her nipple. She moaned as he began to suck before pulling his face back, teasing her nipple with his lips then repeating this process to her other breast. Finally he stood, peeling off his white coat before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his plaid shirt. He began to loosen his belt while Carmen let her eyes run over his well toned chest and six pack. The dark hair on his chest trailing down to his abdomen and beyond the rim of his pants was a huge turn on for her. Dr. McCarty was thirty-nine, an Italian physician and born and raised in Italy with a mild accent that hid well under his American speech. He was average height with attractive thick eyebrows and dark green eyes. When he dropped his pants and briefs, his erect penis slapped the lower part of her stomach, a few inches under her navel. He caressed the front of her neck, while she ogled over his length. He leaned in, kissing her before pulling back. He moved back a little, grabbing a hold of himself, resting a hand on the inside of Carmen's thigh and slowly circling the head of his cock around her clit. She moaned, feeling him squeeze her thigh, looking at her as he pushed the head of his cock against her entrance until it popped in. She tightened around him, feeling him push all the way inside of her until his hips were resting against her inner thighs. He took the front of her neck, squeezing softly and spilling Italian secrets into her ear that made her skin ripple with Goosebumps. He began to push in and out of her slowly, keeping himself buried within her contracting pussy. Each time he pushed in she could feel it in the pit of her stomach, that tight adrenaline assisted sensation that felt more than just good. Gradually he sped up, slamming in and out of her hard, filling the room with soft slapping sounds and hitting her g-spot every time. "Mmmm, Harley, your cock's so good, punish me! I've been so bad. . .tell me I'm a naughty slut who needs to be punished!" She breathed. He did more than just pick up the pace, slamming into her hard and making her grunt and moan, he smacked her playfully; hard enough to where it turned Carmen on even more and let her know that he was in control. She had always hated her ex husband because he would never be rough with her during sex; it was always the boring stuff and most of the time she was the one pleasuring him. "You've been a naughty slut Carmen," Dr. McCarty whispered against her lips, continuing his merciless foray on her, slamming into her so hard that his hips were hurting her thighs. He held onto her chin this time, looking deep into her eyes while he spoke. "I think it's time you really do learn your lesson." He smacked her playfully again, drawing another moan from her and making her pussy react with a clinch. His hand slipped back down around Carmen's neck. By the time she realized what was happening, she was too into ecstasy to react. Dr. McCarty had tightened his grip on her neck so tight that she had trouble collecting oxygen. She grabbed his wrist, looking at him as he watched her, so infatuated with what he was doing that he probably didn't realize he was really choking her. She squeezed his wrist, grabbing his forearm as he jerked her close to him, moaning against her cheek. Carmen hated the fact that she couldn't moan because what he was doing had shot her straight to her climax. She squeezed her eyes shut, putting her head back as her vagina clung to him, contracting on and off. She could even feel herself squirt. The liquid seeped out of her, pooling on the edge of his desk and dripping onto the rug underneath his feet. After exactly five seconds, while her body gave into a series of throes and surrendered to that full body climax, he released her neck, burying himself inside of her before cumming. She fell back against his desk, whining with pleasure. He jerked a few times, sliding his hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples before massaging them as he steadied out his breathing. They were far from being done. Carmen had never thought of ever doing what she was about to do, but just by how well she knew Dr. McCarty, she knew this would probably keep him erect and send him into a ravenous faze. She pushed herself up onto her elbows as they peered into one another's eyes. His hands caressed the outside of her thighs. She finally worked up the nerve, smacking him as hard as she could. He stood there stunned for a few seconds before pulling out of her and flipping her over. Dr. McCarty had kept her satisfied for long over an hour, right there on his desk and by the time he was done she was sore with marks on her neck and wrists as well as satisfied. Before she left his office, he apologized for having slipped and catered to her need for sexual pleasure, promising her that he would never take advantage of her again. He handed her the pills and opened the door for her making her promise to call him if she needed a refill. He would pay the monthly cost. Baseball & Wine Saturday morning rolled around and Carmen woke remembering what Charlie had asked her Friday. All she really wanted to do today was lay in bed and sleep all day. There was no way she was going to show up to a home game, just as she had before when her and Jack started their affair. Her first husband had divorced her after the event and attracted even more media attention. She pushed the memories away, looking out her window at the blue ocean and it's suds that lined the sand for miles. She lived right on the beach, in a two floor flat that had cost her a fortune. She closed her eyes, dozing off until the phone startled her amateur slumber. Her eyes shot open and met glances with the clock. It was 1:16. She let the phone click to the answering machine listening as her anonymous caller spoke. "Mrs. Tate, its Charlie. I just wanted to see if you could make it to the game today." She shot up, throwing the covers off of her and hurrying out of her bedroom into the hall, snatching up the portable phone sitting on a table in the hall and speaking. "Charlie?" "I knew you were there." "How did you get my number?" Carmen asked in a snappy tone. "I called the office and told them it was an emergency. They happily gave it to me. Listen, I know you're paranoid about showing up to the game. . .but I would really appreciate it if you came." Carmen closed her eyes, rubbing her forehead with a sigh and sliding her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Will you please come?" "I can't Charlie. I know what you're doing and it's not going to happen, do you understand me? I've worked too hard for another selfless cocky athlete to divert me from my career and job." She slammed the phone back in its cradle, turning and starting back towards her room. The phone rang again stopping her in her tracks. She crossed her arms, turning towards it and waiting for the answering machine to capture his voice. "I can always make up some story about how we fucked, if that's what you want. You think that would attract the media again? They would have so many questions for you and you wouldn't have a dime for them. Is that what you want Carmen?" Carmen's heart raced against her chest as she swallowed, moving back towards the phone and hesitating to pick it up. She put it to her ear, staying quiet and listening to him as he spoke again. "You're a star Carmen." He paused before speaking again, this time softer. "I just want to get to know you; you don't have to be scared. Nothing you don't want to happen will happen, I promise. I'll keep my hands to myself if that's your wish. . ." Another pause, then his voice became more seductive making her clutch the phone tighter. "But. . .I know you better than you think Carmen. You can't say no and really mean it, just like Friday. I could see the lust in your eyes. I could imagine your fingers working that sweet cunt of yours when you got home. I could see how tight you were gripping your briefcase. I had no idea it was that hard for you to control your desire for a young college student. Can you guess how old I am Carmen?" "What are you doing Charlie?" She asked loosening her grip on the phone. "I'm barely twenty-two; I have a long life ahead of me." "Why are you wasting your time with me then Charlie?" "Because I want you." Carmen pulled the phone away from her ear, clasping her hand over her mouth. This just couldn't be happening, that had been the exact same thing Jack had said to her, only he hadn't blackmailed her into going to one of his football games and having dinner with him. They had met by accident, in the parking lot of the drugstore. Carmen remembered it clearly as if it were yesterday. The heel of her pumps snapped off the right heel, she tripped and fell right in front of his car. He had hit her, giving her a concussion and spraining her neck. She brought the phone back to her ear, concentrating on her breathing and pushing away the anxiety. "When does the game start?" She asked. "A quarter to three. Where can I pick you up afterwards?" "Charlie-" "Please Carmen; I want to see you afterwards. Where can I pick you up?" Carmen sighed silently hating herself for what she was about to say. "Why don't you come to my place? I'll make dinner, we can eat, chat over wine. . .then you can go home. I don't want to be seen driving with you or in public with you." "Alright." "I live in Half Moon Bay, that's a thirty-five minute drive depending on where you're coming from. When you pass the sign there's a road that turns away from the main road to the beach. You'll know you're on the right road if you see a two story flat, white with bright lights." "I'll see you then." "Okay, bye. . ." Carmen hung up the phone, chewing her lip almost too hard. She picked it back up dialing in one of her best friend's numbers, Amy Lance. She muttered a small chant, please pick up, please pick up, while the phone rang endlessly. Finally, Amy answered. "Carmen!" Amy practically shouted with joy through the phone. "Amy, I need a favor from you." "Sure, anything!" Amy was a cheerful, attractive geek from San Fran. "I need you to come with me to a baseball game." The silence gave away Amy's thoughts. "Baseball? You're not. . ." "Amy, it's really complicated. A student asked me to come and cheer the team on that's all this is. I'm not. . .I'm not seeing him okay?" "Promise? Jack was bad enough Carmen." "I swear and I don't need you to remind me of the situation. Nothings happening, meet you there in half an hour?" "Sure thing, see you soon babe." "Bye." A quarter to Three Carmen felt awkward, out of place and more than just paranoid. She sat in her car two minutes to the game sighting Charlie and his teammates huddled around their coach while the Pittsburgh Pirates prepared themselves for the game. She felt as if she was about to start school again, unable to fight away the butterflies and nervousness she was feeling. This was all so wrong to her. She jumped, grabbing her chest when Amy knocked on her window before tugging the car door open. A Perfect Pitch "Come on Carmen, what took you so long?" Carmen grabbed her sun glasses, putting them on and making sure her scarf hid the marks on her neck. She didn't have to worry about her wrists. "Carmen Tate?" Carmen's heart did a summersault as she and Amy both stared at the heavy set security guard blocking their way into the stadium. "Y-yes?. . ." "We have a reservation for you from Mr. and Mrs. Slade." What?!?!?!? She thought. She suddenly felt light headed, feeling Amy grab her upper arm and steady her. "Carmen, you alright?" Carmen took a deep breath as the security guard turned leading them into the stadium. "I'm fine." "Mr and Mrs Slade" had gotten her front row seats, and however they knew she would bring a friend was beside her, if it really had been them. There wouldn't be anyway to tell if they were really at the game either because there was close to four thousand people here to cheer on both sides of the teams. The Stanford Cardinals started out terrible with a score of eight while the Pittsburgh Pirates took the lead with twelve. That was only until Charlie was called to the plate and hit every ball with a home run, winning the game for his team. When the game was over Carmen hurried to her car taking another risk of speeding. When she got home she decided she would make steak, potatoes, green beans and a side of steamed carrots and salad. She pulled out a bottle of Petrus Pomerol 1998. Jack had gotten it for her birthday a month before their affair had ended. During the event, she had hidden it away in a wood box so she didn't have to worry about seeing it. Now, she knew she would need wine to keep her nerves calm around Charlie. He was proving himself to be a real seductive creep. Charlie showed up thirty minutes after nine, just after Carmen prepared a fire and set up dinner. She placed candles and wine on the glass coffee table just in front of the fire place and even put in effort playing soft jazz music, low and hardly hearable unless you were to sit there in silence. They would be sitting on a rug, white and made of real wolf fur. This had belonged to her father who passed away a few months back. The doorbell rang and Carmen couldn't help but down a full glass of wine before hurrying towards the door. She waited a few seconds before unlocking the door and sheepishly pulling it open. Charlie smiled a little, pulling a fresh white rose from behind his back which contained a small medal bell--some sort of charm--that rang beautifully when ever the rose moved. She took it as he stepped inside, glancing around and admiring how spacious her living room was. "I hope you like steak." She said closing the door. "You're in luck, I absolutely love steak." He said, slipping his jacket off and neatly draping it over the back of the sofa. He was wearing a black button up shirt, red checkered tie with black dress pants and shiny black dress shoes. She didn't feel too bad that she had dressed up, squeezing herself into a backless red dress that hugged the base of her knees and revealed a good amount of cleavage. She tried her best to cover the marks on her neck and wrists with makeup. With her hair down, she knew she probably wouldn't really have to worry about him even noticing them at all. "That's good; let me go find a vase." She said moving towards the kitchen. She pulled out a vase from the cabinet, filling it with water before trimming the rose's stem and setting it inside the vase. She made her way back into the living room, kneeling down a crossed from Charlie who was already seated in front of the coffee table. "You have an amazing place out here." He said glancing over her before picking up his fork. Carmen had already cut the steak into small cube like squares. "Thank you." She said taking a bite of the steamed carrots on her plate. They ate dinner in silence until it came to wine. Charlie sat admiring the bottle of wine while Carmen freshened up and took the dishes into the kitchen. When she came back Charlie was seated on the sofa, holding two glasses of wine with a soft smile. "Sit with me Carmen." She moved towards the sofa, sitting down next to him and taking one of the glasses from him. She was nervous and strangely uncomfortable with him. Why shouldn't she feel this way in the first place? He was the one who pretty much forced her into this. . . "Thanks for coming to the game." Charlie finally said, taking a sip of his wine. Carmen did the same, leaning back and taking in a silent breath. "How many woman have you blackmailed into dinner with you?" She looked at him as he grinned, playing with a strand of her hair before stretching his arm out behind her. "Just you." "That's flattering." Carmen said looking away and taking a longer sip of her wine. "You think so?" Charlie asked, watching her as she swallowed the last drop of wine, leaning forewords and pouring herself a third glass. He casually sipped on his while she drank her third glass a little too fast. "I hate you." She said, setting her glass down and standing up. She felt a sudden rush of dizziness just about tripping. Charlie had stood, quickly setting his unfinished glass down and catching her. "Wow, I shouldn't be feeling this way over three glasses. . ." She knew how she should feel after a third glass of wine and this was definitely not it. "Maybe you drank a little too fast." Charlie said, helping her sit down. She watched him, tuning into the strange feeling that was creeping up on her as he pushed her hair behind her ear. His eyes remained on hers revealing a spec of deceit as he slowly knelt down. She wanted to lie down and surrender to the nagging feeling of tired ecstasy coursing through her body. "I should have known." Carmen suddenly said. Charlie held his balance, resting on the balls of his feet. His eyes never left hers. "What did you put in my wine?" He half grinned, letting his eyes fall to her neck. "What happened?" He reached out, pushing her hair behind her shoulder and letting his thumb trace over the fading marks. "Charlie," Carmen said in a hard tone. He looked back at her, pulling his hand away and tilting his head. "What did you put in my wine?" "Nothing that would hurt you." He said sliding the knuckles of his fingers over her knee. "Don't touch me." She said trying to stand up but unable too. Charlie stood slowly, sighing quietly and watching as she struggled. She managed to get to her feet but once she took a step it was as if her body had a battery that had suddenly died. Gravity was more than against her. She threw her hands out as Charlie moved while she fell beside the coffee table, knocking over his glass of wine. She laid there; realizing that with whatever was coursing through her bloodstream enabling her to even walk would give Charlie the advantage to do whatever he pleased. "You're such a bastard Charlie." Carmen whispered pushing herself up to a sitting position as another wave of dizziness rushed over her. "The first time your story made it to the news," Charlie started, loosening his tie as Carmen pulled herself up onto the sofa. "I fell for you. I thought about what it would be like if it had been me and not that prick who turned against you in the end. I hated him for that." Charlie slid his hand into the back of Carmen's hair as she watched the fingers of his other hand work on the button of his pants. He slowly unzipped them, jerking her head forewords when she went to pull away from him. "Charlie-" Carmen began, going quiet when he bent down, pressing his finger over her lips. "If I hadn't spiked your drink, you would be able to get away." He moved his finger kissing her before reaching into his pants and pulling his thick rod out, rubbing it slowly and pushing her face towards it as he stood. Carmen couldn't help but yearn for it, grabbing onto his hips and trying to force the feelings away. "Do you want it?" He asked rubbing the very tip of his cock against her cheek, looking down into her eyes. He slid it along her jaw line before circling her chin then finally sliding it up over her bottom lip. She couldn't hold herself back once his cock teased her lips. "Yes. . .I want it." Carmen said feeling him loosen his grip on her hair. "Tease it." The demand in his voice nearly set her off. She took a hold of him, circling her tongue around his head and teasing the meatus. He moaned, sliding his shirt up and rubbing his solid eight pack. She took him into her mouth, grabbing his hips and pulling him forwards, forcing him down her throat. She deep throated him until she needed air, pulling back and gasping. "Charlie," Carmen said peering up into his eyes as he began to unbutton his shirt with one hand. "Face fuck me. You didn't come here for cheap talk or a sensual fuck; you came here to fuck me, so stop being so goddamn gentle and shove your cock down my throat." "I'm sadomasochistic Carmen, I don't think you really want me to do that." "You think I can't handle it?" Carmen gasped feeling Charlie grab a hold of her hair, yanking her head back and slapping her without warning. He grabbed her jaw roughly, kissing her hard before pulling back and slapping her again, this time drawing a moan from her. He jerked her head forwards, shoving his cock all the way down her throat, gathering her hair up with both hands before pounding in and out of her mouth hard. Carmen tried her best not to gag, squeezing her eyes closed and grabbing his hips just as he tugged her head back, slapping her again as she gasped for air. He shoved his cock back into her mouth, grunting as he forced her head down on him until her nose rested against his pelvis. She resisted the urge to gag, as he began to slam himself against the back of her throat without pulling out of her mouth. "Come on Carmen," He said slamming himself all the down her throat, grabbing a hold of the front of her neck and squeezing hard. Her eyes watered so bad that if someone was to walk in on them, they would think she was crying. She tried to cry out but it was useless. "I want to hear you make noise while I pound your throat." He released her throat as she shoved on his hips, freeing herself and breathing hard. She could feel how wet her pussy was and knew her panties were soaking by now all from him screwing her mouth. "Too rough baby?" "Not even close." Carmen said as he pulled her by her hair off the couch. She stood on her knees this time as he slapped her, roughly grabbing her jaw and turning her face back towards his before slapping her again. She held onto his hips as he shoved his cock back into her mouth, grabbing the front of her neck with his other hand and pounding her throat even harder. She gagged and tried to make as much "ah-ah-ah" sounds as his cock slipped in and out of her throat. She felt him squeeze her neck again, tighter than how Dr. McCarty squeezed, shoving himself as deep as he could go down her throat. He held her head still when she tried to pull back from reflex, feeling drool mixed with pre cum slide down her lower lip and chin before stringing down onto the carpet. Finally, he freed her neck, shoving her back. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and pants then grabbed her hair again, pulling her up onto the sofa and shoving her over the arm of it. He unzipped the back of her dress, slipping it off of her arms and yanking it away from her body. "Damn," He said as she rested on her elbows, tangling her fingers in her hair and hating herself for liking the way he was handling her. "I've never seen a teacher with a body as hot as yours." He finished, sliding his hands over her ass and squeezing it. He slid one of his hands up over the small of her back, moving to the side of her hip while his other hand slid over her damp panties, teasing her with two fingers and driving her even crazier. She moaned his name while he rubbed her and massaged her back. "I hope you're serious about being able to take it. I won't stop once I start." "I don't care, just fuck me!" Carmen snapped. She felt him yank her panties down, smacking her ass hard before massaging it then doing it again. He smacked both cheeks until they were red and she had to grab one of his wrists to stop him. "Fuck me Charlie, please!" she begged. He positioned her to where she was holding onto the back of the couch. "Keep your knees together." He said, shoving two fingers inside of her. She let out a moan as he fingered her fast, rubbing her g-spot while sliding in a third finger. He caressed her hip as she began to tense up, moaning even louder and digging her nails into the couch. He fingered her until her pussy began to leak, moaning at the site; fingering her a little longer before pulling them out and shoving his cock into her soaking pussy. He slammed in and out of her hard, holding onto her hips and grunting. He was thicker than Dr. McCarty, but not as long although his length was just as good, making her cry out in pleasure. She knew this would be a long night and as long as Charlie was involved, she would do whatever he asked her too. Sunday Carmen woke to the phone ringing on end. She felt like she hadn't had enough sleep hating the drowsy cloud that was hanging over her. She listened to the phone ring over and over before she finally pushed herself up onto her elbows, finding that she was in her bed. She wondered why her phone wasn't going to the answering machine after ten rings like she had programmed it to do. She made her way out into the hallway, naked and appreciating the cool air brushing over her skin as she walked. She picked up the phone pushing her hair away from her face and speaking. "Hello?" "Good morning Carmen." It was Charlie. "Charlie, I have to work on Monday. It's Sunday, I would like to sleep in without you pestering me." "I just wanted to thank you for the time you shared with me last night." "Don't count on it happening again." Carmen warned. Charlie stayed silent for a long time before he spoke again. "What if we left?" Carmen swallowed, looking towards the patio and staring at the ocean. Sometimes when stressful things began to present themselves to her, she would imagine herself walking right out into the water, drunk on brandy or some kind of hard liquor and let herself until she was on her tip toes. She would imagine herself struggling and trying to go out deeper but unable too. She would take one last breath before the waves took her down and she would imagine just letting herself sink until she couldn't hold her breath any longer. Sink, until she had no choice but to suck in water for air and choke. "Carmen, I'm in love with you. My parents would help us find somewhere to go, somewhere beautiful to live. We could change our names and start over." "Stop Charlie, this is absurd. You're a baseball player with six contracts just waiting for you. What are you waiting for? Why are you wasting your goddamn time with me? It's not worth it Charlie! Don't call me again, I don't want to speak to you or see you!" Carmen slammed the phone down before unplugging it and blinking the tears away. She made her way down the hall towards the bathroom, sniffing and forcing the tears away. She wasn't going to let him get to her. She knew the card he was playing; men had played it on her a million times over, especially Jack. It was all good until someone found out or they enviably got caught. She started the shower, turning the knob to hot and watching as the steam rose towards the ceiling. She knew this next week would be hell.