A Wifey for the Bad Boy(210)

“Yeah, I'm almost done typing them up I just have a bit to finish off. What do you think about Odysseus, is he a hero or not?”

“Well, that would be spoiling the next lecture, wouldn't it?” she said, teasing me, always teasing me. I wondered if this was what it was like in her home, whether she teased Wendy in the same way and they talked about literature and movies in a flowing conversation that felt as though it could go anywhere and could never end.

“You're always so mean to me,” I teased back.

She let her mouth hang open, pretending to be offended. “I'm the nicest boss you'll ever have!”

Unfortunately I had no witty retort for she always caused a haze to descend upon my mind, making it cloudy and foggy so that I couldn't think straight. In some ways I wasn't sure whether she had ever actually seen the true me because I never felt completely relaxed around her. I smiled at her coyly and soon enough we were done packing up. My least favorite time of day, for this was when she went back to her office and I was left to work on the notes and other things until I would see her at the next class.

“You know,” I blurted out just as she was stepping out of the door, “if you're not doing anything tonight feel free to come round and watch one of those movies. I could use the company, it's sad to admit but I don't have much going on in my evenings anymore.”

Lucy smiled at me but then it fell from her face. “That's really sweet of you Cecilia but I have plans with Wendy tonight, maybe some other time?”

“Yeah, sure, some other time sounds good,” I said, managing to keep my voice steady even though it felt like my heart had been ripped from its chest. I inhaled deeply as Lucy left the room. But there had been a strange expression on her face when she had mentioned her wife. Was I just imagining it or had her face really flickered? I didn't know, but it played on my mind for the rest of the day.





Chapter 4

I was in bed watching a movie later that night wishing that Lucy had come around to join me. I wondered what she and Wendy were doing, whether it was a marriage where the passion still burned or if it was like the ones you always saw in the movies, where they were only married out of habit. But I couldn't imagine that. I couldn't imagine anyone being married to Lucy and not enjoying the sweetness of her body night after night. I hated to torture myself of thoughts of the two of them but I couldn't help it. All I wanted was Lucy in my bed, laying beside me, her arms draped around my body as we lay naked under the covers. The moonlight would stream in and bathe our bodies in a silvery glow as we would look at each other, seeing the stars twinkle in each other’s eyes. I would caress her skin and she would look at me with the same awe that was in her eyes when she spoke about The Odyssey.

I would lean down and kiss her softly, enjoy the heat and the tenderness of the kiss. It would sweep through my body and seep down into my bones, gripping me with a fervent fever unlike anything I felt before. Our bodies would melt together as we succumbed to the sizzling desire boiling under our skin. I would look down and slowly pull away the sheets, watching it slip over her perfect, supple skin. I would see what lay beyond the small mole that always taunted me, and gaze upon the heaven that was her body. I would drown in it and bury myself in her lithe, slender curves. My mind was alive with all the thoughts and sensations. My eyes were closed as I gave myself to the moment. I let my hands run down the middle of my body, feeling the soft goosebumps that tingled upon my skin. Waves of arousal rippled through me, and then I bent and gasped as my hands reached down to the wetness in between my thighs and I started to stroke myself. I imagined that my hands were her hands and that she was there with me, breathing with me, her heart racing with mine as we gave each other hard, frantic kisses while the heat rose between us and the room was filled with the sounds of our gasps. I'd feel her feet next to my legs and her warm body would be there, pleasuring me, making love to me, her fingers would be dancing inside me creating the most wondrous symphony the world had ever heard and I would be hers until the end of time, for her to do with me as she wished. Our hair would splay out over the bed and I would kiss her full breasts and swirl my tongue around her hard nipples until they glistened in the moonlight, my hot breaths crashing over her skin as she stimulated me, using her fingers expertly to take me closer and closer to the sweet kaleidoscopic haze of orgasm.

My head twisted as I writhed in bed, the fantasies vibrant and vivid, luring myself into a belief that that it was all real and that she was with me and that my paradise had been realized. I kicked out at the sheets and they fell away. My naked body was vulnerable to the air and my hand was locked in between my legs, getting closer and closer, and she was there in my mind, whispering naughty things in my ear, her wet mouth so close to mine. I could taste her breath and I was consumed by her scent and every time she touched me something exploded within and she was...oh...right there...oh...there's my sweet spot...OH GOD I love her so fucking much...