0 comments/ 20695 views/ 1 favorites Teacher's Pet Ch. 05 By: jamesofthedead Thank you for all the feedback from the previous stories. Hope you enjoy this next chapter in the series. "I'm waiting Mr Burton. What the hell is going on in here?" Her hands placed on her slender hips. Her rather demure outfit, of which she had many, never really told me any more about her figure. It's all loose cardigans and conservative skirts. Her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, the designer black framed glasses on her face the only thing that didn't scream librarian. It was then I realised I hadn't said anything since she stormed in and caught me in my current precarious position. What was I supposed to say? I was giving them a practical sexual education lesson and things got a little out of hand? Thankfully, Emily thinks on her feet extremely well. "Miss Jones, Mr Burton was just showing me and Nikki a few things." "Yes Miss Moore I can see that. Mr Burton, I shouldn't have to ask this but can you please cover yourselves. I don't know where to look without sullying my eyes." Jesus this woman was a prude. I thought to myself. I felt sorry for her husband. I assume she has one. I mean, she's what? 32, 33? A woman in her prime, not unattractive. Surely she goes home to someone? Although the lack of a husband would explain a few things, she clearly needs to get laid. Clearly, Emily thought that as well. "But Miss, what we're doing feels so good." She said, slowly stepping towards Miss Jones, her fingers sliding across the fading oak wood of the desks as she sidled past them. "It may feel good Miss Moore but he is a teacher and you and Miss Sexton are students. I can't tell you how much trouble the three of you are in." By this point in the conversation Nikki and I had managed to put most of our clothes back on. My shirt was still open and Nikki's panties were still on the floor where they had apparently been discarded by her friend. Emily was within 5 feet of Jones by now. Still naked as the day she was born. Her large breasts standing proudly from her chest, nipples still hard from the chill of the room, two half dried blobs of semen on the side of her mouth where my aim had let me down. "I have one question for you Miss Jones?" Emily asked. A genuine, curious tone to her voice. "Yes Miss Moore?" Miss Jones replied somewhat impatiently. "When you report this to the principal, how are you going to prove it?" She questioned, grinning from ear to ear. "What exactly are you implying? Are you saying that the principal of this school would take that reprobate's word over mine?" She pointed at me when she said reprobate. Like anyone in the room would wonder who she was talking about. "No, of course not Miss. I'm asking if you think the principal would believe you over the three of us." In my life, I've never seen looks of bewilderment, confusion, realisation and shock cross someone's face one after the other so quickly. I'm pretty sure I never will either. Emily has that effect on people. "Miss Moore are you actually suggesting that you and Miss Sexton would LIE to protect... to protect... HIM?" Again she pointed at me. I think she was just doing it so she had a reason to uncross her arms at this point. "Of course Miss. I'd do anything for him. Anything so I can feel his meat sliding into me and making me scream his name. Niks will do the same. I'm afraid you're quite, quite alone." "You will regret this Miss Moore. So help me God you will all regret this." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the classroom. "Is there a reason Emily that you felt you needed to piss off one of the longest serving teachers in this school, who also happens to be my immediate superior?" I asked her. I had a feeling I already knew the answer. Miss Laura Jones let herself into her two story house that was thankfully only a 5 minute walk from campus. She could have got a larger property for the same price on campus but didn't want to be surrounded by students at all times of the week. She needed some space. She kicked off her conservative flats and removed her coat. She stood then at the bottom of the stairs, a decision on her mind. Did she go upstairs for a bath and relax or sort tea first? She went for the former. Tea always tasted better when she was in her PJs for some reason. She climbed the stairs, unbuttoning her loose fitting cardigan as she went. She pushed open the door to her room and wandered in, grabbing a coat-hanger from the closet and carefully placing the cardigan on it before hanging it back up. She undid the buttons on her blouse and threw it in the wash. She stood for a moment, admiring the body that she looked after so carefully with diet and a £40 a month gym membership. A gym that was the other side of town to avoid any colleagues or students. She unclasped her bra and admired breasts that, despite being the age of 34 had stood up well to the rigors of time and still stood out pretty proudly from her chest. The image of Emily large breasts suddenly jumped into her mind and she found herself envying the girl's confidence. "Ah, to be young again." She sighed to herself. That's not to say she admired the girl's lax morality. Having sex with a teacher? What is the profession coming to? She internalised. Sighing once more, her hands slid the zip of her knee length skirt down and let it drop to the floor before stepping out of it. She stepped towards the en suite bathroom adjoining her room, pausing to slide her plain French knickers down her legs. She turned the taps on and tested the temperature. She grabbed her bubble bath and poured a generous amount into the hot water. The scents of lavender and camomile rising with the steam from the water. She deftly swung her leg over the side of the bath and climbed in, feeling the tension of the day fade from her muscles. She put her head back and enjoyed the moment. Her eyes started to close and she found herself back in that classroom at the end of the day, Mr Burton's muscular frame glistening with sweat from the exertion and his large semi erect cock swinging back and forth. She felt a heat start between her legs, heat that couldn't be blamed on the water she was floating in. Heat that she hadn't felt since her cheating bastard of her husband had left her, branding her a prude and cold as he walked down the drive of their (now her) home, hand in hand with a woman half his age, not realising how big a cliché it all was. She groaned as the heat intensified, her mind imagining dropping to her knees in front of her colleague, her hands eagerly grasping at his buttocks as her lips parted to envelope his hardening shaft. Her left hand travelled down her body, her index finger hooking and sliding into her submerged cunt. She stifled a gasp at the shock of high her internal temperature was. Her finger began sliding in and out, the serotonin in her blood stream setting her brain cells going off like fireworks as her libido reawakened from its long slumber. She cried out as her legs started to spasm and her quim began to quiver. A second finger joined the first now, the action of her hand sending water splashing over the edge of the bath drenching her bath mat and splashing on the tiles. In her mind's eye, Mr Burton brought her from her knees, his prick slick from her ministrations. With one swift motion she was cradled in his arms and the next she knew she was on his desk on her back, Emily Moore and Nikki Sexton stood in the background, watching as Mr Burton parted her legs and stared into her eyes as he lined his glorious length up with her dripping pussy. She could feel the approach of her orgasm like a fire tearing through a plywood building, every nerve ending building a charge towards an inevitable and long awaited explosion of pleasure. Her right hand had found her clit at this point, her desperation to bring herself off now palpable. The bath was half empty now, the contents having spilt out onto the floor. Mr Burton thrust into her and her head dropped back as a scream escaped her lips. That image tipped her over the edge in the bath and her body locked rigid, every muscle in her body seized as her brain struggled to process the height of pleasure it had just hit, she stayed like that, frozen for what felt like hours and then her muscles relaxed and she was panting and her pulse was in her ears, the bath now virtually empty. She fidgeted briefly then, unsure what to do next before coming to her senses and climbing out of the bath, pulling the plug as she did, although she needn't have bothered. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded through to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a damp tangle and she was flushed in the face like her skirt had just blown up in public. She threw open up her wardrobe and once she'd satisfied her curiosity, that her wardrobe would have better suited a senile librarian, one thought crossed her mind. "How on Earth am I going to get Mr Burton do that to me in real life?" She asked out loud. "Time to go shopping I think. I need some new clothes, new underwear, everything. It's time I got back on the horse." She chuckled at her own unintentional joke. Mr Burton was certainly hung well enough to pass for one and she was going to ride him to exhaustion if it was the last thing she did. To be continued... Teacher's Pet Ch. 05 The other two chorused their assent. "It's kind of like that, only you spin the bottle to see who your 'victim' is, and then you roll the dice to see what you're going to do to your 'victim.' No one does anything they aren't comfortable with, and if you roll the same thing on two different people, you can re-roll. Any questions?" "What if you roll to kiss Sydney?" Grace teased. "Like I said, no one does anything they're uncomfortable with. I don't mind kissing Sydney, but I think I'd draw the line at the waist." "Fair enough," Sydney replied. "Okay, who spins first?" "Ooh, me!" Grace cried. Ben chuckled. "Okay, here you go." He tossed the bottle to her. She placed the bottle in the center of the bed as the two men positioned themselves in more of a circle fashion around the bottle. She spun the bottle, and it pointed to Ben. "Go figure," Grace said. She rolled the dice: "Tease Above Waist." "Oh, that's easy," she giggled, leaning into Ben. She licked and nibbled at his neck, finally settling on his ear, as he fought back a moan. Grace sat down again, giggling, and Ben muttered, "Not fair, not fair," as he blinked the room back into focus. "Well, now it's your turn," she replied. He picked up the bottled and spun, and it pointed to Grace. He gave an evil cackle as he rolled the dice, and they read: "Lick Nipple." "Oh, no," Grace laughed, and Ben attacked her, knocking her over amid her frantic giggling, and raised up her shirt and bra so that Sydney could see her plump breasts. "Aren't they gorgeous, Sydney?" he whispered. "They're beautiful," Sydney agreed. Ben took one breast in each hand and licked first one, then the other, alternating between them, sucking and flicking the nipples. Grace's legs spread involuntarily, and now Sydney had a clear view of her panty-clad pussy beneath her short skirt. His cock began to twitch, already half-erect. Abruptly, Ben sat back up again. "Okay, Sydney, your turn," he said slyly. "Oh, you big teasing motherfucker," Grace growled. The guys laughed at her. Sydney spun the bottle, and it landed on Grace again. "Who'd a thunk," Grace muttered as he rolled the dice: "Lick lips." "Lick lips?" Grace scoffed. "That's kind of cheesy." "Ah, but it doesn't say WHICH lips to lick," Ben pointed out, winking at Sydney. "Excellent point, professor," Sydney said, grinning. "Uh-oh," Grace giggled. Sydney crawled toward her, pushing her over onto her back, and lifted up her skirt. He nibbled the inside of each thigh before he began sucking on her pussy through her panties. He pushed the panties aside and began to lick her little pink lips, deftly dodging her clit, but managing to dip his tongue quickly inside her a few times. "God, she's sweet," he said to Ben. "I haven't gotten a chance to eat her yet." Ben had been rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants. "You haven't?" Ben said incredulously. "That is a crying shame. Well, since you're down there, you might as well get the full effect, right?" "I'd be inclined to agree," Sydney replied. Grace piped up. "Hey, what about – " "You be quiet," Ben snapped, letting her know he was in control now. "You don't get a say tonight. You get to be the whore for your teachers; that was what you wanted, wasn't it?" "Yes, Sir," she whispered. "Shut up and take it." Ben winked at Sydney to let him know he was in role-play mode right now, and Sydney smiled in understanding. He turned back to the pussy in front of him, full-throttle now, burying his face in her and provoking loud moans from her. Ben released his fully erect cock from his pants through the zipper, and walked with his knees over the bed, poising his cock at her lips. "Take it," he growled. "Take it all the way down your throat, and no hands." She opened her mouth for him, and he pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged a bit, and on impulse, reached up to push him back. He slapped her hand away, shouting, "I said no hands!" She moaned in apology, and in pleasure, as his cock moved in and out of her mouth, the swollen head running along her tongue, and the heat in her pussy doubled as she felt herself penetrated by two of Sydney's fingers. Her whole being opened up for the both of them, her pussy stretching around its intruder, her mouth opening wider for Ben's thick cock. Ben watched her hips arch against Sydney's mouth, his own cock getting harder at the sight of her enthusiasm. He could see the tent in Sydney's pants, and he thought he'd better move this show along a little more quickly, before they all came too early. He withdrew his cock from Grace's mouth and said, "I think she wants more, Sydney." Sydney flicked at her clit a few more times and replied, "I think you might be right." Grace's heart pounded. It was coming, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was only moments away to being filled to the brim with cock. Ben hopped down from the bed and returned to his overnight bag. She heard him shuffling around in it, and after a moment he produced a pair of handcuffs. "Sir, please," Grace moaned. "If I have to tell you one more time to shut the fuck up, I'm beating you senseless, do you understand me?" he snapped. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes what?" "Yes, Sir, I understand." "Good girl. Now give me your hands." He cuffed her to the bedpost quickly, and then tossed a condom to Sydney. "Don't worry," Ben said, "I brought plenty." Sydney chuckled, undressing. "So did I." "Good, maybe we'll just fuck her till she passes out, then," Ben said grinning. "Sounds good to me." "You first," Ben invited. Sydney rolled the condom over his cock, and then mounted her, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was sopping wet from his saliva, from her own anticipation. He opened her up a little more with three fingers, as she bucked against them, silently begging for someone, anyone to fill her with cock. He withdrew his fingers and poised his cock at the entrance, shoving into her with one bold thrust, hitting her directly in the G-spot. Her body froze and she cried, "Jesus, God, holy fuck!" But where was Ben? She heard him rummaging through that damn bag again as Sydney pounded into her. She felt Ben crawling back toward the bed, and suddenly a darkness descended over her, and she felt Ben tying a blindfold around her head. "Now you'll have to guess who's who," he said chuckling. "And don't say a word, bitch; I'd hate to have to gag you, too." She obeyed, hearing Sydney's devious sniggers. His cock rammed into her steadily, and she felt the tip of Ben's cock at her lips again. She took it in her mouth without hesitation, swallowing it whole, doing her best to keep herself steady against Sydney's thrusts. Suddenly she felt herself emptied of both cocks, and whimpered a weak protest. Then another cock filled her pussy – Ben's, she knew – and a pair of hands slowly explored her body, roaming over her breasts and thighs. That continued on for a few moments, until they switched places again, and then again, and again, until all she knew was the sensation of being filled, pumped, and emptied, over and over again. Finally, Ben – the firm grip on her hips and his own sighs of pleasure gave him away – plunged deeply into her while Sydney took a place at her side. Ben lifted her hips higher, and suddenly she felt a tongue flicking over her clit while that cock moved in and out of her. "Oh, god!" she cried, straining against the handcuffs and trying to open herself wider for them. "Ooh, I think she likes that," she heard Ben say. The tongue sped up, and she cried out again. "Yeah, she likes that," Ben's voice said. "She likes getting raped by two teachers, don't you, you little slut?" "Oh, yes, Sir, I love it!" she cried. "You gonna cum, bitch?" "Oh, please, Sir, may I?" "Go right ahead," he chuckled. "Sydney, you just keep doing what you're doing, there, buddy." "No problem," Sydney agreed, continuing his assault on her clit. Sensation rocked her entire body, her clit buzzing with pleasure, her pussy quivering around Ben's cock. She felt the orgasm building inside her, and her breath quickened to short-frantic gasps. "Here it comes," Ben whispered, taking hold of her waist. At that very instant, she came in a torrent of screams, the electrifying climax bursting through her. Ben and Sydney did their best to hold on to her, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, she cried, "Stop! Stop! No more, please, no more..." "Let her breathe for a minute," Ben chuckled, pulling out of her. "Not too long, though," Sydney replied, "I want a piece of that tight little ass." He prodded her asshole with a finger, and she yelped. "Ben, I can't see," she whimpered. "I know you can't see." "I'd like to be able to see, Sir," she said. "Well, all right. I'm going to uncuff you, too, because you'll need to be on your knees for this." He undid her blindfold, the light flooding back into her eyes, and undid her handcuffs, her shoulders now stiff. She didn't have time to take in the scene of the two men, naked and erect, surrounding her, because Ben grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. His hands examined her ass, squeezing the plump cheeks, spreading it open. "We'll both do something we've not done with her before tonight, Syd," Ben said. "I haven't fucked this ass of hers yet." "Well, by all means, you should be the first to try it out," Sydney said. He was rolling a new condom over his cock. Ben bent down and began to lick her asshole, dipping his tongue in and out quickly, as she raised and wiggled her ass, inviting him in. She felt something cold running over her hole, like water, and she realized Ben had brought lube with him. Jesus, she thought, what did he do, stop at the sex shop before he came here? Didn't matter, she was glad he'd brought the lube. He rubbed his cock against her, between her ass cheeks, spreading the lube around. He bent down and kissed her between her shoulder blades, whispering in her ear, "Are you ready for this?" "Ready? I can't wait any longer, Ben, I want you both inside me..." "Brace yourself," he muttered. He spread her cheeks again and pushed himself slowly into her tight ass. They let out a cry in unison. "Now that is hot," Sydney whispered. Ben's breath came in short gasps, his cock on fire with lust as her ass clamped down on it. He was still, utterly still, waiting for her to relax and adjust to him. After a few deep breaths, he felt her loosen, opening to his invasion. "Oh, Christ," she moaned, bending herself to give him better access. "That's it; you can take it now, can't you?" he whispered. "I got it, Ben, don't worry...You're not hurting me." "Yet." She rubbernecked, turning sharply toward him, her eyes wide. He chuckled and winked at both Grace and Sydney. Relaxing, Grace turned back to the pillow under her chest, burying her face in it and crying out as Ben shoved himself deeper still. Sydney, meanwhile, worked a hand under her thigh, inching toward her pussy. He managed to curl two fingers into her dripping wet cunt as Ben increased his rhythm in her ass. "Oh, Jesus, Sydney!" Grace screamed as she felt herself filled in both holes, the contrasting rhythms making her whole body hum with pleasure. "Oh, hey, it gets better," Sydney taunted, rising up onto his knees and pushing his cock through her lips, keeping his fingers buried inside her. She was overwhelmed with sensation, with the feel of being completely filled, every orifice stuffed, Ben's grip on her hips, Sydney's hand full of her hair, his fingers buried in her pussy, their rocking the bed, and herself unable to do anything but take it, feel it, love it. Sweat began to drip onto her back and on her face from both men. The bed rocked as they developed a steady cadence – as Ben pushed into her ass, her mouth was pushed further down Sydney's cock, and as Ben pulled away, her mouth was also emptied, emitting a cry of pleasure. Meanwhile Sydney kept his fingers still, and their motion forced her to ride them. Her orgasm began to build, but just as it reached a certain breaking point, Ben stopped his motion, signaling to Sydney to stop, too. Grace let out a cry of protest. This time it was Sydney who snapped, "Shut up." Ben raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed. Sydney grinned at him. "You've forgotten the whole point of this little get-together," Ben said to Grace, lying on his back next to her. "You wanted to be the whore, remember? You wanted my cock in your pussy, and Sydney's in your ass. That's what you told me you wanted, remember?" "Yes, Sir," she replied, looking over at him to see that he was busy wiping down his cock with a warm wash cloth. "And I told you there was no way he was going to fuck your ass before I did, didn't I?" "Yes, Sir." "Well," he said, tossing the rag aside, "I've had my turn. Now it's Sydney's." He unwrapped a condom, since he couldn't be sure his cock was completely clean, and unrolled it over his shaft. "Get up here and straddle me. Do not sit on this cock until Sydney's is buried to the balls in your ass, you got that?" "Yes, Sir, I won't," she promised, rising up to her knees. She mounted him, straddling him high on his waist and raising her ass up for Sydney, who scooted up behind her, between Ben's spread legs. Grace felt the tip of his cock nudge at her asshole, which was still a little sore from Ben's pounding. Ben's arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, and suddenly in that embrace she felt warm and protected, yet inescapably ensnared. Gradually, Sydney's cock wormed its way into her stretched asshole, and she yelped as it did so, with Ben still holding her steady. With a loud groan, Sydney pushed further, bottoming out inside her ass. "Jesus, she's still tight," he choked out, eyes wide. "She's resilient like that," Ben chuckled. "But I wonder if her little cunt is still tight after the thrashing we gave it?" "Only one way to find out," Sydney replied, pulling Grace down toward Ben's cock. It pushed its way into her pussy, fighting against the inward bulge of Sydney's dick through the thin separating tissue. Grace froze again, her body reacting to the powerful over stimulation, her mind going completely blank and her vision fading slightly. Ben's voice came through her mental haze, "Grace! Grace, stay with us, you've got to relax, I can't get in." Her eyes searched his face blankly. "It's too good, Ben, It...I can't...Too good..." His hands reached up to take her face between them, forcing her to look at him. "It's about to get better, baby, you can do this, you can handle it. Just a few more inches, baby, you can take it. Come back to us, Grace, we've got you, we're not going to hurt you, you know that, right?" She nodded, subconsciously pushing herself further down Ben's dick. He arched his hips up, trying to help her. "That's it, baby," he cheered. "You got it, you can do it..." Slowly she worked her way further down, until he was buried to the hilt inside her, both cocks now completely submerged. The threesome let out a long moan in unison at being completely joined together. "Good job, baby!" Ben cried. "Fuck me," she snarled. "Just fuck me, both of you, fuck me!" Sydney looked over Grace's shoulder at Ben, who shrugged and grinned. "You got it, babe," Ben said, and immediately they both took hold of her and delivered the most unwaveringly magnificent fuck of her entire life. The two men she most enjoyed in bed, each pounding a different hole, stuffing her full of cock; they were relentless, unyielding, skilled, and formidable. Powerful, potent lovers, the both of them. They developed a rhythm like engine pistons – one goes in, the other goes out, and so on – and again, Grace was left with nothing but to welcome their invasions, releasing herself to them utterly. Much as she was the creator of their desire, she was now the receptacle of their lust. In one quick, shining instant, she loved them both completely. But when she opened her eyes (when had she closed them, she wondered?), it was Ben's face she saw, contorted with desire and with the oncoming orgasm threatening to lurch for him. She was certain her face was just as strained, but she locked eyes with him and held his gaze, reaching up to trace his jaw line, even as the two cocks pummeled in and out of her, rocking her entire body. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she mouthed the words, "I love you." His eyes widened, and he returned her gesture, reaching up for her and cupping her cheek in his hand. He mouthed back, "I love you, too." Sydney could not have picked a better instant to croak, "Guys, I'm close..." And Ben: "So am I..." Grace: "Me too..." And the three voices raised to a cacophony, as no one knew who was saying what, and all three voices became the same voice: "Just keep going...I'm going, you hold still...Oh, shit, that's good...Here it is...Wait, wait for me...Together, can we...I'm there, guys!...Shit, there it is...Now! Now! NOW!" They exploded in unison, Grace holding perfectly still as the two men delivered their final thrusts into her worn body, their cum filling every inch of her stretched ass, her well-used pussy, and running back down and out again, back over their cocks, mixed with her juices. Their final screams and sighs subsided, and while Sydney withdrew himself from Grace's ass with a small little popping sound, Grace remained in her place on top of Ben, his half-hard cock still buried in her, and they could do nothing but stare at each other, both frightened and elated by the three words that came tumbling so freely out of Grace's mouth. ****************** "Well," Sydney said, "I can't say it hasn't been fun." He was fully dressed and standing by the hotel room door, ready to leave. Grace had hopped into the shower, and the men could hear the water running, along with a little whistling and singing. Ben laughed outright. "I'm impressed with you, Hargrove; I didn't expect you to be such a sex god." Sydney blushed. "Hey, well, what can I say? The geek act gets me a lot of chicks sometimes." He scratched the back of his neck. "I just can't seem to shake this shyness thing. Talking to girls scares the fuck out of me." "Well, you handled the situation very well, Syd. Couldn't have done it better if I had cloned myself." It was Sydney's turn to laugh. "Well, it was all for Grace, right?" He smiled brightly. Ben's smile faded only a little. "Anything for Grace, Syd. Anything." Sydney clapped Ben on the shoulder, looking him directly in the eye. "You have an amazing woman, Foster. Don't let her get away. And if you ever, ever want me out of the picture, just say the word." "Thanks, Sydney. And don't worry; I would if it bothered me." Sydney smiled again. "I better get out of here. Got a class at eight a.m." "I do not envy you. My first class isn't until eleven." "Wanna switch degrees?" Ben laughed again. "I'll see you later, man." Sydney ducked out of the room just as the water was shutting off in the shower. Grace emerged only moments later, a towel around her torso, and another towel in her hands, squeezing her hair. Ben grinned at her. "You look gorgeous." She laughed. "I figured I better get cleaned up before I head back to the dorms. Wouldn't want someone to ask who'd been fucking me senseless." She winked at him. "No, I guess you wouldn't want that." He crossed the room to sit on the bed. Looking up at her, he reached out his hand. "Grace." She dropped the towel from her head and took his hand. He pulled her down next to him. "I have a few questions for you," he said. "I'm trying to process everything, so please don't be offended if I sound...robotic." She grew serious. "Okay, I'm listening." Teacher's Pet Ch. 05 "First of all, did I scare you at all? With the whole dominance act?" "Oh, no," she said, brightening. "No, that was fun, I love it when you talk to me like that, and take charge and ..." She wiggled. "Yeah, I like it." He chuckled. "Okay. Now. Would you ever be offended if I asked you to stop seeing Sydney?" This one threw her. Why would he do that? "Well, yes. Considering you're a married man, I think I would be. And if I decide to stop seeing Sydney on your account, I'd like that to be my decision." Her voice was level and steady, simply answering his question. "Good, that was the answer I was looking for. I'm not going to ask you to stop seeing him." She smiled. "Anything else?" "Yeah." He looked directly into her eyes, penetrating her in an entirely different way now. He whispered, "Did you mean it?" "Did I mean..." She stopped short. And only then did it really hit her – she had told him she loved him. And she did love him. She couldn't hide it, fight it, or deny it anymore. Her illusion shattered, she fought back tears. In a choked whisper she said, "Yes. Yes, I did." He gathered her together and cradled her against him, showering her with kisses all over her face and neck. "I did, too," he said. For a long while they sat, silent, in each other's arms. Then Grace said, "Shouldn't we be going home?" He gave a long pause before answering. "I can't go home." She pulled back from him. "Why not?" He smiled, very sadly. "I told Monica I was going to be at a faculty meeting tonight, and that I had other teacher-like things to do. When she heard that, she threw a fit and told me that if I'm not home by six o' clock, I shouldn't bother coming home at all." "Six? But she knows your last class doesn't even start until five!" He nodded. "I think she just didn't want me home. Or she wanted an excuse to hate me for the day." "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." "It isn't your fault. Besides, I love not having to sleep in a bed with that bitch for a night." He smiled again, this time a little happier. A light came on in her eyes. "You know what? If you're not going home, I'm not going home either." "You mean you're going to stay here with me?" "Yes, I am. I've got no classes tomorrow, I am twenty years old, I'm an adult, and by God, I'll do what I want to, and what I want to do is stay one night in this room with the man I love." He grinned widely and attacked her, knocking her down on the bed. They rolled on it together, giggling and laughing and kissing madly. ************************* That night, as Ben lay awake watching the stars through the window, on his back with Grace sound asleep and cuddled up against him, he thought to himself that perhaps he should piss off his wife more often. Then he could end up in the arms of the woman he loved, more often. God, how did he get into this...He didn't want to fall in love with Grace any more than she wanted to fall in love with him. But it was done, and he was soaring with happiness, but at the same time, scared to death. He sighed. "I've always wanted proof that there's a God," he whispered. "It's going to take something huge to solve this...puzzle. Well, God...Here's your chance."