After Class (12 page)

23

Taylor sits quietly alone in her dorm room with her thoughts. After her brief encounter with James this afternoon, she sits studying while gazing up at the clock every so often. With every gaze, the appointment time grows closer and closer. Taylor can feel herself becoming more nervous as the clock reaches 10:00pm. This sensation within her feels akin to her first time with Chad and without the alcohol, everything feels a bit more real.

As the time approaches 9:30pm, Taylor begins to pack up her things. She slips into some sexy lingerie she has on hand that she was originally saving for Chad’s arrival, but figures she would test it out first. Besides, she’s certain James would appreciate it more anyways and have more knowledge on how to get her out of it or what to do with it

She slips on her trench coat over top and finishes the look with a sexy pair of high heels. Taylor feels dangerous and she feels unstoppable. She feels a sense of sexual power come over her and it seeps out of every pore. Even though she wants to keep this under wraps, the idea of being caught kind of turns her on. The good girl skin that she once wore so proudly is slowly shedding from herself, revealing the true vixen underneath.

Just as she is about to leave, Nicole comes through the room. She stands and stares at Taylor adorned in heels, full make up and a trench coat. “Um, where are you going? It’s almost 10:00 pm?”

Taylor searches through her mind for an excuse and with her recent lying binge, she is able to come up with something quickly. “I’m surprising Chad with some sexy pictures for when he comes. I found a photography student on campus who has access to one of the studios and she is going to do them for free in exchange for portfolio building.” Just as the words escape Taylor’s lips, she feels proud of herself. She likes the fact that she was able to come up with something so ingenious in the nick of time. It excites her. She tries to calm down her excitement, as to not give the lie away.

“And she does it this late?” Nicole asks, as she obviously doesn’t buy it.

“Well, it’s exam week and this is the only free time that she has before Thursday.”

Nicole’s thought process can be seen in her eyes and on her face. After a moment passes, she believes Taylor’s lie. “Well, go have fun and you know I want to see these sassy pics when they’re all done!”

“Of course, I’ll see you later,” says Taylor as she heads for the door. She closes the door behind her and feels invincible. She knows that if she is able to get through Nicole, then she can get through anyone and anything. She struts through the hallway of the dormitory and feels unstoppable. She walks with her head held high and her hips swaying side to side. She struts through the campus quad as the sun finishes its dissent. The orange, pinks and reds that color the sky add a certain ambience to the whole experience. Taylor can feel a sense of romance in the air. She feels excited.

Taylor approaches James’ office, which is set outside. The professor’s offices are all lined up facing each other to an outside hallway. Taylor stops before walking down the hallway to ensure that no one else is around. When the coast is clear, that is when she takes her first few steps.

As soon as her heels click on the paved walkway, James can hear them. His heart starts to pound in his chest. He looks at his watch on his wrist and the time says 9:55pm. He smiles to himself, and appreciates that Taylor is early. He wouldn’t expect anything less.

Before Taylor can even knock on the door, James opens the door and yanks her inside, all in one quick motion. He gently closes the door behind him and pushes Taylor up against it. He tears open her trench coat and is forced to take a step back. The image overwhelms him. He stares at Taylor adorned in her black lingerie. The corset pulls her waist in and gives her body this incredible shape. For a moment, this visual reminds him of his wife lying on the bed and how all he could do is think about Taylor. Finally, he has her where he wants her. “Wow,” he says, as those are the only words that can escape his lips. He continues staring at her body and caressing her gently.

Taylor pulls the jacket completely off of her body and lets it fall to the floor. “Should I keep it on or take it off?” she asks coyly while still allowing James to salivate over her appearance.

“Oh, you’re keeping that on,” he says as she picks her up and puts her on top of his desk. Taylor sits upright as James presses his body on top of her. She pulls at the buttons of his shirt and loosens them, exposing his ripped chest. She can’t help but touch and paw at him. He kisses her deeply and forces his tongue in her mouth. Taylor gladly accepts it and massages it with hers. They kiss deeply for a moment, allowing Taylor to become moist. James slides his fingers down to between her legs to test her. Once he feels that she is ready, he unzips the front of his pants and allows his member to come through. Taylor glances down and notices that it is bigger than she once remembered. The sight of it and how it throbs for her only further turns her on. James slides Taylor’s thong to one side and forces himself deep inside of her.

The moment their bodies meet is nothing short of pure ecstasy. Taylor struggles to keep her moans silent, but the sheer pleasure is simply overwhelming. James grunts quietly as he grips at her skin and thrusts his way deeper inside of her. During mid coitus, he briefly glances around the room and soaks in the experience. The thought of one of his all-time fantasies becoming a reality causes a smile to form on his lips. Taylor notices and becomes slightly concerned. “What is it?” she asks softly, mid moan.

“This fantasy is so much hotter than I could have ever imagined,” he softly sighs back.

Knowing that James is truly enjoying himself causes Taylor to feel even more empowered and sexually confident. “Would it be hotter if you were taking me from behind?” she teases.

She doesn’t even have to finish her words before James has her bent over his desk. The position causes him to go deeper inside of Taylor, which results in even louder moaning. However, they are so consumed in the moment that nothing could distract them. They are loud and obnoxious, their moans resembling the loudest of porn stars in the industry.

Footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway, silently. James and Taylor don’t notice and they continue engaging in sex. The footsteps come closer and stop outside of James’ office door. Before knocking, the silhouette stops and can hear moaning from the room. The sounds of a young woman can be heard, muffled but enough to distinctly know what is happening behind the door.

The body moves over to the window and peers through the slightly open blinds. There stands Tiffany, who had come to reconcile with her husband, staring through the blinds and seeing James take Taylor from behind. Shocked by what she sees, Tiffany turns her body away and rests quietly on the windowless wall. Tears form in her eyes and a lump in her throat. She can’t help herself and she bursts in through the door.

“James! What the hell is going on here!” she screams at the top of her lungs.

Taylor and James stop dead. He pulls himself out of her and tries to conceal his body. Taylor is ghost white and has no idea what is going on.

“Tiff! Oh my god! Tiff! What are you doing here?!”

Tiffany has tears flowing down her cheeks at a rapid rate and is nearly hyperventilating. “I was… I was...” She is overcome with emotion. Through her tear-blinded eyes, she makes eye contact with Taylor, who is too paralyzed to move that she cannot even conceal her body. Instead, she stares at Tiffany and is motionless, still half dressed in lingerie. Tiffany stares at her in the eyes and the emotion comes over her even stronger.

James, feeling awful, tries to console her. “Baby, I’m so…”

She slaps him. Hard.

“Get away from me!” She screams as loud as she can and runs down the hallway, loud enough for everyone to hear but thankfully, the professor offices are quiet and they are the only ones there.

“Shit!” James puts himself back to together, grabbing at his shirt and trying to do up his pants again.

“Oh my god,” Taylor says quietly to herself, tears starting to well in her own eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

James ignores her and continues getting ready. “I have to go. I’m sorry Taylor. We should have never done this in the first place. I don’t know why we were so stupid to do it again. I’m sorry. I have to go.” He gets himself as presentable as he can be and heads out the door, not even bothering to check on Taylor nor lock up his office. “Tiffany! Wait!” He runs down the hall after her.

Taylor lies there, half naked and ashamed, her eyes are welling up with tears and the sensation that she is about to vomit is almost overwhelming. All she can do is start to break down and pack up her belongings. Never before has she felt so ashamed and embarrassed. She was always such a good student and always such a good girl. How could this have happened to her? What was going to happen to James? To her? To Chad?

She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to talk to someone and she needed someone now. She grabs the rest of her belongings and heads for the door, heels in hands as her feet scrape along the pavement as she runs back to the safety of her dorm.

24

Taylor cannot run to her dorm fast enough. She feels like she is running through an Olympic race, only she can barely see what is ahead of her due to the enormous rain drop sized tear drops that gush out of her eyes. She dodges through the trees, across streets, and through the grass, all the while her feet scraping along the pavement and leaving a bloody trail.

She bursts through the doors and through the main lobby of the dormitory, where other students are situated on picnic bench style seating, playing cards and watching TV in the social area. She runs right past them to the safety of the elevator, however, all eyes are on her.

Even though she is running, she can still feel the glares of other students and can even hear the faint murmurs of whispers. “What happened to her?”

Taylor darts for the safety of the elevators, and thankfully, they open immediately and empty. She presses the close door button frantically and repeatedly, doing her damndest to block out the glares and stares of the other students.

The doors shut.

She is alone.

All Taylor can do in this moment is break down even further. Never before has she ever openly sobbed this hard in her life. Her entire body is nearly convulsing and she can’t control it. The saliva is pooling in her mouth and she catches herself gagging a few times as she tires to quell the nauseous feeling. She is sick to her stomach from the sight of Tiffany walking in on her and James. She knew he was married but the last thing she ever expected was his wife to walk in on them. How could they have gotten caught? What was going to happen?

The elevator ride up the 7 floors is painfully slow. All Taylor wants is the safety of her bed. All Taylor wants is the comfort of someone to hug her and tell her that it is going to be okay. That is when it hits her even harder. Taylor needs to get herself composed before she dares to see Nicole. She can’t tell her about this! She can’t tell anyone about this. Nicole was never one to keep her mouth shut and gossip was like an addiction to her. What if it spread around campus? James would lose his job. Taylor’s reputation would be forever tainted. It just wouldn’t be good.

Taylor does her best to pull herself together. She fiddles with her lingerie underneath her trench coat and puts her heels back onto her bloodied feet. She stares in the reflection of the mirror stainless steel panels in the elevator, moistens her index finger on her right hand with her tongue and does her best attempt at removing the mascara stains that start from underneath her eyes to down past her jaw line.

The elevator ride stops suddenly. Taylor stops what she is doing and her heart sinks. With only two more floors to go no less. Of course this was happening tonight.

The elevator doors open on the fifth floor and a young woman enters, slightly intoxicated. She carries with her a bag of books and booze. She locks eyes with Taylor. “What the hell happened to you?”

Taylor replies quickly, dodging the subject. “Are you going up or down? I’m going up.”

“Huh?” the drunk girl replies, still staring at Taylor through half squinted eyes.

“Forget it,” Taylor says to herself. She turns in the other direction and crosses her arms, shutting herself off from the drunken moron.

“Why are you wearing a trench coat? It’s like summer here?”

Taylor ignores her.

“Well, whatever. I was just trying to have a nice conver…”

“Can’t you see that I don’t want to talk to you! Can’t you just leave me alone?!”Taylor snaps.

The young girl just stares at her blankly. “Dude, I’m sorry. Just relax. College is…”

“What?! Fun?! College is supposed to be fun right? You know how fucking sick and tired I am of hearing about how college is supposed to be fun? You know what college is supposed to be? Hard work. You’re here because you want to do something better with your life and you’re here because you want to have a degree, get a better paying job and be something that matters in this world. I’m here because I’m doing everything in my power to be successful and I’m sorry I’m not a drunk slut like you.” Taylor snarls and walks out of the elevator, blood pumping through her veins.

College was turning out to be a complete and total disaster. No, this wasn’t fun and no, she wasn’t going to waste her time when she could be studying. Enough was enough. Taylor hit her breaking point. No longer was she going to go out. No longer was she going to have fun. No longer was she going to let the opinions of anyone get in her way. That wasn’t going to happen.

Taylor marches to her dorm room and could care less what Nicole thinks at this time. She yanks the keys out of her pocket, and opens the lock. Then, she bursts through the room and sees a familiar yet, at the same time, very foreign sight.

Of course, in typical fashion, on the bed, lies a man, naked from head to toe and only concealed by the body of Nicole. She straddles herself on top of him, facing him, her back arching as she pumps her body on top of him. His fingers dig into the skin on her hips, as if he is trying to make himself a part of her even further. The scene plays out in slow motion to Taylor, as if time is standing still. That is when it hits her.

She recognizes the man beneath Nicole. She is familiar with the scar on his abdomen that was from surgery when he got a cleat to the side. She sees the birthmark on his leg that she has known since she was 17. She recognizes those pumped up pecs, those chiseled abs and those biceps that intensify when he grabs anything. She sees those plump pink lips, perfect teeth, that beauty mark right above his top lip and those baby blue eyes and jet-black hair. It is him; it is Chad.

Taylor’s heart sinks in her chest and simultaneously, time seems to resume its usual speed and right as Chad is about to orgasm inside of Nicole, his gaze snaps and sees the dorm room door wide open with none other but Taylor standing there. He feels the same pain as Taylor. He feels the same shock. He feels everything and more.

All they can do is lock eyes in a frozen gaze. It takes Nicole a second to realize what is happening, but when she does, she screams at the top of her lungs. “Oh my god! Taylor! What are you doing here?”

It literally could be the worst thing possible that Nicole could have said in that moment. “What am I doing here?” Taylor asks calmly. “What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?”

Nicole leaps off of Chad and conceals herself with the nearest article of clothing, which just so happens to be Chad’s letter jacket. She wraps it around herself, only further fueling the rage inside of Taylor and adding more salt to the wound in her heart. She says nothing though, and continues burning a fiery hole through Chad.

“Baby, we can explain everything,” he tries to console Taylor, but his rock hard cock that remains erect says otherwise. He notices the bloodstains pooling out of her shoes and the trench hangs slightly open, revealing some lingerie. “What happened to you tonight? Are you okay? What did you do?”

Taylor feels sick. Her heart is pounding in her chest. She wants to yell and scream. She wants to beat the hell of out Chad. She wants to break Nicole’s neck but all she can do, in this moment, is cry.

Nicole’s heart sinks even further. For all she knows, Taylor was out tonight getting those sexy boudoir photos done for Chad for his arrival. “I’m so sorry, Tay.”

“You,” she walks right up to Nicole and gets right into her face. “You, disgust me.”

Taylor chokes on her words as she leaves the room. She doesn’t even bother to look back at Chad. He doesn’t deserve another breath from her lips or another beat of her heart.

Taylor grabs a warmer jacket, placed on the chair by her desk and leaves the room. “I’m moving my stuff out tomorrow. I want you both gone in the afternoon.”

“Tay! The semester is almost over,” Nicole says back to her.

“I don’t fucking care.”

“But where will you stay?” Chad asks.

The words stop Taylor dead in her tracks. Immediately, she sought the comfort of James and how she feels when his arms wrap around her, but then she remembers what happened previously in the night. He ran after his wife. He didn’t stay with Taylor. She was just a girl to have fun with and toy with. She wasn’t anything special to him. Even though his gaze said differently, it is always actions that speak louder than words.

She was alone. She had no one to turn to. Since she dived so heavily into her books at the start of her college career, the only true friends she had were Nicole, who was her friend from high school, and Janessa, who was only her friend from class and only spoke to her because Janessa was the first one to start conversation. Taylor was too shy and too into her studies and now, when she needed someone the most, she had no one.

The walk down the hallway was something that her body was forcing her to do, not because she wanted to. With what happened with James and now this fallout with Chad and Nicole, Taylor felt at a loss. She had no one to turn to. No one to have her back and no one to love her. The girl who once had it all and who everyone else envied, had now lost it all in one fell swoop and over the course of a few hours. Where was she going to go?

As Taylor wraps herself in her warm jacket and bundles up as she leaves the dorm building, she grabs her cell phone and calls the only person she knows she can talk to about this situation.

The phone rings. Even though it’s late, she knows that the person will pick up.

“Hello?” Taylor says into the phone. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Her voice starts to crack a little bit. She’s nervous.

“Um… I was wondering if I could come over? I know it’s late. I just really need someone to talk to.”

She pauses and waits for a reply. It’s the one she wants and a tear escapes her eyes again. Taylor wipes it away.

“Thank you so much. I’ll be right over.”

Taylor stuffs her phone into her jacket pocket and heads for the main drag, hailing down a cab and heading into the night.