Frank had been a professor of English literature for as long as his mind could trace the memory of employment, and to be quite honest, he was growing sick of his eighth grade students. He loved literature, but teaching it, he finally understood after many years, was not so beneficial after all. Fourteen year olds do not care to hear the wise words of Edgar Allan Poe or H.G. Wells.
He always felt a rush of relief on Friday evenings. Though he never actually did
anything amusing on his weekends, he looked forward to the two days ahead when sleeping in was a primary obligation. He loved waking up to find there was actual morning sunlight seeping through a gap in his curtain. It was usually still dark when he left to teach.
It was a little past four in the evening when Frank caught a glimpse of her. She was standing beside his car, and he felt his entire face go numb when they exchanged light smiles. He hadn't seen her since their last encounter, the previous week. She had gone to visit her parents in Chicago at the last minute, and the silence from next door was more difficult to ignore than her moans whenever she had company. His heart fluttered with joy when he approached her and she swung her arms around him.
"It's nice to have you back," he said and very discreetly, gave her a peck on the cheek
"You missed me? I knew you would."
"How do you know I work here?"
"I got my ways of knowings things, Frank," she looked down and took his hand. "How's your hand by the way?"
"You never really told me what happened."
Frank feigned to have not heard and they both climbed into the car. Jill was wearing a tiny skirt which, sitting down, reached her upper thighs. She sat in her usual unmannerly way, with her legs slightly parted revealing the white panties she was wearing. His hands fumbled when he inserted the key into the ignition. Jill was admiring her polished fingernails and did not notice his sudden agitation, and she slid further down into her seat, almost like a child. Her legs parted even more until she was sitting like a man. Frank blinked and gripped the steering wheel, his heart beginning to change pace.
"How was Chicago?" he asked casually as he drove.
"It sucks over there," she answered in a dreary tone.
"So why'd you go?"
"I have a heart. My folks called me three days straight begging me to visit."
"Any sudden news?"
"Not really," she then added, seconds later, "Oh! My brother's getting married in June."
"That's wonderful news."
"She's horrible. I can't believe he won't see that. What a whore."
"I've been thinking about you," Frank moved to speaking his mind, hoping Jill wouldn't be displeased by the sudden change of conversation. "A lot, actually."
"Thinking of me
Frank glanced at her and noticed she looked surprised. "Yes you
. Who else would I think about?"
"Never again," he looked to her again and found she was smiling. "What a dirt-bag."
"Why'd she leave you like that? Is she crazy? Doesn't she like tall, handsome guys?"
"Younger and ugly?"
"Young and rich. I bet he's a lousy screw. There's no substitute for experience."
"You'd know that, wouldn't you, Jill?"
"Obviously. Older guys are a much better screw and everybody knows it."
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"What do you see in all those.... men?"
"The guys that fuck me?"
"A good time."
"Why do you ask?"
Frank shrugged his shoulders and he then parked the car. He shut off the engine and the silence invaded the air. He swallowed and his eyes turned to Jill. "Thank you for waiting for me."
"It was my pleasure, Frank,"
He saw her face approaching and her lips met his and they shared a quick kiss. He had missed those lips for so long; a week that seemed eternity in his solitary and dark apartment.
"I missed you," he whispered in her ear as he gently bit her lobe.
She parted her face from his and looked solemnly into his eyes. "You missed my... cunt
"Very much," he replied quickly.
He missed not only that, but the words did not come out. He did not want to scare her with his words of honesty, when in fact, she did not love him back. She merely wanted to pass a fun time in his arms, in the similar way she passed her time with all those other men. He could not help but feel slight jealousy and betrayal in his heart.
"Give me your hand." She took it and led it between her thighs. Beneath his fingers, he felt the white panties moist. "You can have this, but you can't have my heart, Frank."
"Why not?" he pulled away, suddenly maddened.
"Because... because I don't like you like that..."
"Is it because of my divorce? Is that it? Is that a turn-off for you?"
"No!" she yelled it in his face. "I don't care about those things. I'm just not attracted to you in that way."
Frank turned his glare from her tearful eyes, a feeling of sudden loathe taking place in his heart, replacing the envy and betrayal.
"You're a tramp," he muttered, staring hard at his lap.
"What did you say?"
"I said you're a fucking tramp
!" he bellowed it, looking her right in the eyes.
With the tears running down her face, she shot him a glacial look that for a second, made him regret his words, and she was out of the car before another word left his lips.
The walls were thin and he could hear her crying all evening. At times, the sobs became silent muffles, and then his heart ached when she broke out in hysterical bawls. The night came and she was then silent. Frank pressed his ear against the wall and heard not a pin drop. His pulse accelerated. God, she's killed herself
. He thought and it took him only five seconds to rush next door and he thumped on her door like a lunatic. He banged and pounded and smacked the door with his two hands, though his injured hand was still slightly sore. The door opened swiftly and Frank jumped aback when his eyes met with the swollen blue glare.
"What the fuck is the matter with you? I was gonna call the cops."
"I was worried."
"I thought that maybe you'd... you'd ...." his sentence went astray.
"Grow up! I hate my life but I'm not that
Frank put his hand over the door once she had intentions of slamming it.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier, Jill."
"I am. You're not a tramp, at all. In fact, you're one of the most loveliest girls I've ever known."
"You know, Frank," she turned her gaze to the floor for several seconds. "I lost my virginity when I was sixteen... I've fucked more guys than you could ever imagine.... but I've never been called a tramp before. It hurt me."
"I'm sorry. That's all I can say to you. I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology," she said and smiled a little.
"I'm so glad."
Frank returned the smile and looked down, shyly it seemed. He looked back up and met with her eyes which appeared to be amused.
"It's movie night," Jill mentioned, and with quick movement, she tugged his tie and pulled him forward.
Frank kissed her sensuously, in the most fervent way he knew how to move his lips, and pressed her light body against his, feeling his way down, sliding his hands along her back until finally stopping at her buttocks ,grabbing each of her cheeks, lifting them slightly in his large hands.
"Not here," he heard her say and he realized that they were still standing in the hallway.
He let Jill lead him inside her apartment and he slammed the door shut with his foot after being ordered by her. He was pushed onto the couch with vigorous force, a force he knew existed in her when the familiar warm feeling invaded the flesh between her thighs. After stripping down only to her white panties, she pounced on him and buried his face between her breasts as she rocked her pelvis against his stiffening penis.
Her quick and agile hands unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side as Frank's hand slid across her buttocks and pulled down the panties. She removed them when they reached her knees and stuffed them into his pocket. He twirled his tongue against hers as her small hand, innocent it seemed but was completely the opposite, wrapped around his shaft, stroking it in a slow manner. She then took his hand and led it to her dripping lips. With his thumb he rubbed her clit in a circular motion and he entered her with two fingers, gently at first, and when he heard her moan, he pushed them deeper into her, forcing the ardent sounds to increase. He used his fingers for several minutes until he felt her wetness gliding down them, and he brought them to his mouth and licked them hungrily.
"I call bottom."
Though she was flustered, she said this in the most innocent way and pushed him aside and she laid down, her legs spread. Her hand was kept busy as Frank stood under her attentive gaze, removing his clothes with impatience.
"Get that cock in me, mister, I haven't got all day."
Naked at last, he positioned himself on top of her gingerly, as if afraid he'd hurt her with his large frame. He felt his penis brushing her drenched lips and pressed and rubbed the tip of it against her sensitive spot until she cried out in pleasure. He clenched his jaw slightly as she guided him, attempting to ease his stiff pole into her. With no success for passive entry, Jill pulled his hips forward and he entered her with a thunderous thrust that shook the two of them at once. She moaned against his lips as he moved in and out of her, slowly but deeply. She arched her back slightly, panting and grabbing a tuft of his hair as he moved faster than before. His breathing quickened, and he found her neck and ran his lips and tongue down her collarbone. He travelled further down until finding her nipple and he bit into it once he began to plunge his pole of muscle into her recklessly, desperately, feeling her warm body trembling beneath his. She found his lips and bit down on his bottom lip hard. Frank gave a soft moan once tasting his own blood; he looked down into the blue eyes that stared back in a vulnerable yet amusing way. Her lips were stained with red. He closed his eyes and leaned into her once feeling his body stiffening, and at once shuddering in delight and with one final, mighty thrust he finally came, just as Jill gripped his shoulder fiercely and screamed his name aloud.
He groaned loudly and collapsed on her, resting his damp forehead against hers. He breathed heavily against her bloody lips and they shared a slow, weary kiss. His bottom lip tingled but this was of no importance right then.
"That was the best screw I've had in a long time," Jill breathed.
Frank did not answer, and slipped out of her with hastiness. He felt her eyes upon him as he dressed with his back to her.
"What's the matter?"
"I have to go," his voice was suddenly bitter.
Frank zipped his pants and turned to face her. She was already up from the couch and was walking in the direction of her bedroom.
"Leave like all the others do!"
He heard the frustration in the voice that trembled. He continued dressing and then he looked to the door with hesitance. He looked at it, as if painting a mental portrait, for several seconds, and then made up his mind.
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