In This Town: Chapter Ten: Teacher: The Subject of Young Girl Fantasy

Chapter Ten: Teacher: The Subject of Young Girl Fantasy

I called Joe when I got into the apartment. He listened quietly to my accounts of my time with Ed in Seattle but said little. I invited him over for dinner but he said he was busy for the weekend. He gave me the weekend off to rest, but said he'd be in touch early next week.

Early Monday afternoon, I made my way over to the college for my modeling gig. I stopped by the theatre department but Joe's class was already in session. So, I headed over to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee before my class started. Sitting down at a table with my coffee steaming before me, I opened a book, one that Ed had recommended last week. I am a confessed book nerd and usually have a stack of books I'm reading at one time. As I had opened the first page, I began reading quietly while sipping my drink. Someone walked up to me, I could feel their nearness, and cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up and saw Riley, in all his charming geekiness, grinning down at me. I smiled, feeling the butterflies bouncing in my stomach.

“Hi,” he began. “How was your trip?”

“Good,” I replied.

“Successful?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied, smiling mysteriously.

“Good,” he began. “So you still want to watch Inuyasha later?”

I smiled up at him, his boldness, and felt an appreciation for his attention. But, my mind flashed to my phone conversation a few days back with Joe, remembering that he promised to get a hold of me.

“I think I might be busy,” I stated. He looked crestfallen so I added, “But I'll let you know.” He perked up a bit at that and said,

“Great, I'll see you in class.” He waved off and headed towards the art building. I put my book away, picked up my coffee, and made my way in that direction, slowly trailing behind him.

Upon entering the classroom, Ken secured me privately into the corner, on the ruse that he needed to discuss poses for that day when in fact he informed me of an upcoming arrangement he had made with Joe on our behalf. We were to meet tomorrow night at the Motel 6 for the full treatment, as he referred to it. I looked him over and winced inwardly, he must have saved up for this, but outwardly I smiled discreetly and invitingly.

“I'll see you then,” I gave, in my best attempt at an “I can hardly wait, come hither” look. He smiled, then turned off to address the class and begin the day's lesson.

After class, I quickly dressed and made my way over to the theatre department. The day's acting class was letting out and I asked a student if Joe was still in the classroom. The student nodded and I made my way towards the back of the auditorium, opening the door a crack to check if he was alone.

He wasn't.

Joe was talking to a student, a young pretty female student. They were laughing in that knowing way that shows interest. I could see the familiar swagger and flirtatious grin across his face. I stared motionless, not saying anything and not trying to reveal myself. I didn't want to watch yet I couldn't move. Through the muddle of the conversation, I heard the words from Joe's mouth “We'll hook up later” swim upwards towards me. I gulped back my tears. That was it, I clamored out the back, letting the door slam loudly behind me.

Biting back tears, I walked quickly towards my car. What was I thinking? Why was this such a big deal? Its not like I had a hold on Joe's affections and attentions, its not like this hadn't happened before. The first time we were together he was married, for God's sake. It wasn't like we were exclusive, so why did this sting? Why was my stomach tying itself up in knots? Tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked to hold them back.

Blurry eyed,  I hurried to my car. Behind me, I heard: “Anna?”

I turned, hoping against hope to see...and there stood Riley, coming forward.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just tired.”

“Oh,” was all he could say.

“How are you?” I gave.

“All right,” he began. “You left class so quickly.”

“Yeah, I...” I began but then trailed off not wanting to remember and swallowed my words, my tears. “Do you need a ride to work?”

“No, I got the day off,” he began. “Gladly so, got a lot of homework to catch up on.”

“Okay,” I said. Then before I could think it through, I said, “Do you want to watch that movie later?”

He smiled brightly and said, “I would love that.”

Without thinking, I gave him my cell number, the private line I gave to family and close friends, as he punched it into his phone under “Anna Reisling”. (I knew that because I had to spell out my last name three times before he really got it.)

I hurried off to my car and reached home a few minutes before Max headed off for work. I collapsed onto the couch in tears and he came and sat next to me.

“What's up?” he asked.

Sobbing, I managed, “I saw...Joe...”

“Yeah, and?”

“He was flirting with...another...student,” I coughed out sobbing.

“So?” was all Max could say, wonderingly.

“So?”

“Well, its not like you have a “normal” relationship,” Max began slowly. “I mean, he's like your, um, pimp, for what's it worth.”

I swallowed and dried my tears on the couch blanket. He had a point there, I knew, but I couldn't help feeling the pain. I nodded at him, knowingly, but the tears continued to roll down my face.

“When did this all become so complicated?” I asked.

Max looked at me and sighed.

“Maybe its time you take a look at your life and where its going,” he said, pushing my hair back out of my eyes. He was right, of course, he always was. I leaned against him.

“Careful,” he began. “I don't want your mascara running on my work clothes.”

I laughed and looked up at him. He grinned down at me.

“Max, you are more than a room-mate,” I started. “You are my bestest friend.”

“Ah, well I've finally achieved something,” he looked down at me. Then said, “You working tonight?”

“No, tomorrow,” I gulped remembering. “I've got a date with Ken Payne.”

Max looked at me and then rolled his head back against the chair laughing. I had told him all about my meetings with the art teacher.

“Is this a $200 deal?” he asked, still laughing.

“No,” I said. “I think he managed to scrape up a few more bucks.”

“Well, try and have fun,” he said, still laughing. “Enjoy your night off.”

“Yeah, I will,” then I remembered. “I invited Riley over.”

Max looked at me, disapprovingly.

“Oh no, don't start that,” he said at last. “Are you ready for a “normal” one?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocently. “It's just a movie.”

“Sure, sure it is,” he stated. “Just be careful with that one.”

He headed off to work and two hours later Riley showed up at my door, movie and pizza in hand, gluten-free just like I asked. I offered to pay half but he shrugged it off. We sat on the couch, eating the pizza and sipping boxed red wine. The movie was quite entertaining. As the credits rolled, I looked over at Riley and noticed for the first time how quite handsome he was. His firm chin line jutted out, then his face sloped up to piercing blue eyes, and soft wavy brown hair. It flashed in my mind, could I actually do this without receiving any money for it?

He smiled down at me and our eyes met. I melted inside. For what seemed like a long time, we stayed like that. I was wondering if he was going to make the first move or if I should. I was used to men more forward or at least who knew what they want, as they had paid for it after all. Finally, he smiled at me, pushed back my hair from my face, stroked my cheek, then leaned down and kissed my lips. I leaned into him and drank in his scent. The next moment we were kissing passionately.

In The Arms of An Angel

Laying in my bed later that night, I experienced an odd feeling of contentment. Next to me, Riley slept soundlessly, every now and then releasing a small snore. Having a man in my bed, who hadn't paid for sex was an unknown factor to me. Laying there motionless, I heard Max enter the apartment and thought I heard two more footsteps following him. I thought I heard a girl's giggle stifled as he headed into his bedroom. This shouldn't have surprised me at all. Max was a young, hot-blooded guy, he was allowed his sexual relations as I was. So what if he had never had a girl over as yet in our living together!

I closed my eyes and feigned sleep, counting the minutes until morning.

Around ten am, Riley stirred next to me. He pressed himself against me, wrapping his arms around me. I turned to look at him and he smiled at me.

“Good morning,” he said. Warmly, I kissed his cheek.

“You want some coffee?”

“That'd be great,” came his reply. I got up and grabbed my bathrobe and padded into the kitchen. As I busied myself with coffee, Max came out of his room. He beamed at me.

“Morning,” he said and I looked him over.

“Good night last night?” I asked.

“Yeah, actually,” he started. “About that--”

He was interrupted as simultaneously a girl came out of his room and Riley came out of mine. They stood awkwardly staring around at us. I moved towards Riley with a cup of coffee and handed to him.

“Max?” I began. “This is Riley.”

“Hello, Riley,” Max said. “I'm Max, Anna's room-mate, that's all.”

He then turned to the girl and put his arm around her.

“Anna, Riley, this is Janet,” he said slowly, then finished with, “My ex, well, not anymore.”

She smiled up at him and he kissed her. So, this was the ex that had brought him down here and taken off, breaking his heart? Well, who was I to judge with all my relationship woes and sexual exploits?

“Nice to meet you,” was all I said. I knew Max and I would have our living room pow-wow later on, after they had left, and both of us would have our warnings to give each other.

After Riley had dressed and I bid him off, saying I'd call later. I padded into my bedroom to check my phone and email messages. There was a missed phone call from Joe. I clicked over to voice-mail and listened.

“Busy last night, sorry I didn't get in touch. Call me when you can.”

I put the phone down and pulled my knees up to my chest. So, that was it. The reality of it hit hard.

I didn't know who I should feel more sorry for, the new student fling or myself. Here I was, reliving it all again.   

Don't Stand So Close To Me

In This Town: Chapter Nine: Out of Town Business Trip

Chapter Nine: Out of Town Business Trip

I awoke Monday morning to an email from Joe, with details of my first out of town excursion. I would fly into Seattle late Monday night, would be picked up in a limo at SEA-TAC and whisked to the penthouse apartment of one C. Edgar Lewis, a family friend of Joe, his brother's wife's sister's brother in law to be exact. Or something like that. I would spend three days in Seattle as an escort for Mr. Lewis, attending all his nightly functions and attending to his nightly needs as requested. My services would be lavishly compensated. Furthermore, this gig could be an ongoing if I was found pleasing to the great Mr. Lewis.

I was shivering with anticipation. I packed my bag before heading off to work. I let Max know, happily, that I would be “out of town on business” for the next few days. He gave me a wink and promised not to throw any wild parties while I was away. That, he assured me, was definitely all in my field.

The modeling job in the afternoon, usually a fun past-time, seemed to drag on. However, during breaks I found Riley to be an excellent source of interesting conversation and amusement. He sipped on his cup of coffee while telling me about his family back home, the father, the mother, the little sister, and the dog, and how much he loved his job at the comic store (sarcasm indeed but it wasn't all that terrible after all.) I loved hearing his impressions he quietly whispered to me of Ken and the other students. As I continued the poses for the rest of the day, I kept stifling giggles within as I surge of joy rushing through me as I thought of Riley. What was happening to me?

At the end of the day, I managed to stem off Ken's request of a $200 blow-job (he has to go through Joe after all, right?) in order to give Riley a lift to work. When he got in my little blue bug, he noticed the packed bags in the back seat.

“Going somewhere?” he wanted to know.

“Oh, um, yeah,” was all I could stammer. For some reason, it was increasingly hard to lie around this guy, increasingly hard to be discreet about my secret life. But, what would he think of me if he knew? And, why did his opinion matter at all? He was just a kid in the art class, right?

“When will you be back?”

“A few days,” I pulled up along side the curb and he moved to grab his bags.

“You got time to come in the shop,” he said, smiling at me. I melted inside as a joyful surge of infatuation rushed through me.

“Yeah,” I squeaked. What was happening here? I followed him down the block and into the backdoor of the comic book store.

Inside the store, various different styles of games lined the walls, shelves of various comic books surrounded a table full of gamers deep in the midst of some role-playing game, I smirked amusingly at my surroundings. Such a far cry from my other life. Riley's co-worker, a heavy set geeky girl, greeted him. Riley led me over to a corner full of DVDs and video cassettes.

“We rent and sell,” he explained. He held up one DVD. “You mentioned you used to be into anime?”

I nodded. “This is one I think you would like,” I looked it over.

“In-u-yasha?” He nodded back.

“Maybe when you get back we can watch it together?” My heart raced at the thought and all I could do was nod.

I rushed back to my car and hurried home. I found Max sitting on the couch watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal. He was ready to drive me to the airport before he started work.

“What's up?” he said, noticing my excited demeanor.

“I'll tell you about him, I mean, it in the car,” I said breathlessly.

Max drove my car expertly towards the city near by where the airport was.

“So, who is he?”

“Just a friend,” I began.

“Yeah, right,” he laughed. “Like Joe is just a friend!”

“No, really, Riley is a really nice guy!”

“Riley?”

“Yeah,” I continued. “A student in the art class.”

“So?” he asked. “What's he like? He a client?”

“No!” I declared adamantly. “He's just a nice kid.”

“Oh,” he began. “Oh, I see.”

“What?” I asked, feeling my face growing red. “What?”

“You like him,” Max teased. “You like this Riley person.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, looking out the window.

“You should have seen yourself coming home this afternoon,” was Max's reply.

“Well, yeah, I guess I do,” I confessed slowly. “He sort of asked me on a date, to watch an anime film.”

“Oh, a geeky guy!”

“Shut up!” I demanded.

“Sorry,” Max said.

“Its just so confusing,” I continued. “I can't like him, not someone like him.”

“Why?” Max wanted to know.

“He's so...so...normal,” I stammered.

“So, what's wrong with normal?”

“I don't know,” I started then continued, “Its just not me.”

“So, life with Joe and the all the rest is by far better?”

“Well,” I began slowly. “It fits me.”

At the airport, we said our good-byes at the entrance and I hurried inside, through security, and waited at the gate. Finally, I boarded the plane and watched from my first class window as the Southern Oregon landscape beneath me faded away.

A few hours later, the plane made its descent into Seattle. I watched gasping with delight as the beautiful city that would become my favorite twinkled thriving beneath me.

Exiting the airplane and entering the airport, I quickly ducked into a nearby bathroom, my luggage trailing behind me, to freshen myself up. I must make a good first impression even if I was tired after a long flight.

I made my way to the front of the airport to where the various drivers awaited their guests. Standing in front of a white limo stood an older man in a classic driver outfit holding a sign with the name, “Anna Zin” across it. I smiled with glee at the details Joe had gone, to secure my identity and also help develop my altar-ego. I hurried over to the gentleman and introduced myself. He introduced himself as Mr. Smith. He opened the back door of the limo for me and took my luggage around to the trunk. I slipped into the backseat and across from me sat a rather handsome man in a tuxedo.

“Hello,” I began.

“Hello,” said the man in a deeply rich voice.

“Mr. Lewis, I presume?”

“Ed will do,” he introduced himself. “Hello, Anna.”

“Hi,” was all I managed. Ed's manner and voice was hypnotic and I was near to melting. I could only imagine what sex would be like with him.

“You come with high recommendations,” he continued. I smiled. “Would you like a glass of champagne?”

“Why, thank you,” I said, at last regaining my composure. He leaned over towards a small wet bar in the middle of his seat, opened it, and brought out two glasses and the bottle. He handed me one and poured the bubbly liquid into the glass. I sipped it slowly and watched him.

“Mr. Smith will take care of all the financial obligations for you when we get to my place,” he said, leaning back and taking me in. I was wearing a red, tight mini-dress with black heels. A small black purse with all the necessary supplies hung around my neck and shoulder. I glanced out the window towards the blurry passing city.

“Ever been to Seattle?” came Ed's question. I shook my head and stared outward, in amazed rapture.

“It's quite beautiful.”

I nodded, then turned back and noticed he was looking at me. I sipped my drink and then said,

“Yes, it is.”

The car turned into a carport, parked, and we got out. Ed took my hand and led me towards an elevator. Mr. Smith followed wheeling my bags behind him. As the elevator rose, the garage gave way and the city appeared outside the elevator windows. Ed still held my hand tightly, as if I was about to jump through the glass.

At the top floor, the elevator stopped and the doors opened onto the soft carpet of the entrance towards his penthouse. He led me down the hall, opened his door, and led me into a large spacious dark-wood living room decorated with white sofa, fireplace, large floor length windows, and a grand white piano. A stairway led upwards to the bedrooms. Ed left me standing in the living room and hurried upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard water running into a tub.

Mr. Smith appeared behind me, holding an envelope. My luggage was set near the bottom of the stairs.

“This should be sufficient for your weekly services,” he said, offering me the envelope. I smiled at him, warmly. We were alike, him and I, in a way. Just another person in service to Ed. He bowed his head and then hurried off to who knows where? I glanced in the envelope, smiled, and put it quickly into my purse. I made my ascent upwards towards the bedroom.

I entered a large bedroom with a warm red carpeting and bed with black bedspread. Across the room, I heard Ed call,

“All set, Anna?”

“Yes.”

“Then, come in here,” was his demand. I walked across the carpet towards the entrance of a large spacious bathroom complete with large bathtub and glass shower. The bathtub was filled with bubbles. Ed sat on the edge of the tub. When I entered, he crossed over to me, rubbed my arms, and looked into my eyes before bowing his head to kiss me passionately. The next moment he began undressing me, so vigorously I thought my clothes would tear but I showed not that fear. I kicked off my heels and watched as he undressed himself and saw the size of his large member, already erect appear. He led me to the tub and helped me in. We kissed again, our hands slipping soapily all over each others' bodies. His fingers caressing each nipple, then his lips while two of his fingers dug into my vagina. I moaned loudly and he did not try to silence me. Next, I was atop him, making waves as I rode him to vigorous climax.

The rest of the night was spent in the bedroom feasting on each other in similar fashion.

The days that followed were busy to say the least. While he worked during the days, I amused myself by exploring the city, with Mr. Smith as a chauffeur. The evenings I acted as escort to his various events, in evening gowns provided by him, those events then led to our ravaging each other in different parts of the penthouse.

In the early moments of Friday morning, we said our good-byes with mutual oral sex. He making the promise of calling for me again.

I flew home that day with delicious feeling of bliss. Max picked me up later that afternoon at the elevator, laughing as soon as he saw my blissed out look.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“Did I ever?” and as we drove back to our apartment I filled him in on all the details.

“So, what about Riley?” he asked.

I gulped, Riley. I had completely forgotten about Riley.

“I...don't...know,” was all I managed.

“You going to have him over for anime?” Max asked amused.

“Not now,” was my response. “I think I need a rest.”

“What about Joe?”

“Joe...,” and I was lost in thought. “Joe is...Joe.”

No one could ever fill Joe's place, Joe was irreplaceable.   

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