After Class (9 page)

16

The bass pulsates through the floor and into the bodies of a jam-packed nightclub. Serving staff wears only the tightest of clothing and everyone is in fantastic shape; their bodies rippling beneath their tight work uniforms.

Patrons crowd the dance floor and the latest top 40 mix of music fills the space. Drinks are being downed, martini shakers tossed into the air and money thrown around like it is nothing.

Taylor and Nicole dance in the middle of the dance floor at Shade. The bass line to the club music takes them away and they both get lost in the moment. Fellow students swarm around them and dance with them, forming this huge group of moving bodies. A few men take Nicole to the side and grind with her for a moment. The sexual tension between everyone could be cut with a knife.

Even though she is surrounded by temptation, Taylor avoids contact with anyone but Nicole. Despite being intoxicated again, Taylor now knows how to get a grip on reality and how to handle herself in the heat of the moment. She allows Nicole to dance and decides she could use another beverage, more so for hydration than anything else.

Taylor walks up to the bar and orders a Vodka 7. The bartender prepares the drink for her in record time and is taken by her appearance. “How about this one is on the house if you save me a dance later?”

When he asks the question to Taylor, she gets a whiff of his cologne. It is the same fragrance James wears. Instantly her body is overcome with arousal and anticipation. Goosebumps cover her skin and she can feel her body moisten at the thought. Taylor composes herself for a moment and hands the bartender a 10-dollar bill. “Not this time.”

She carries her drink and places it on a nearby, unoccupied table, which is like striking gold at this club tonight. Her body still reeling with the arousal at the thought of James and she can still smell the fragrance worn by the bartender. Her body is quivering and she tries to quell the sensation with the liquor. She takes a gulp, but it fails to work how she wants it to. The alcohol consumption is only intensifying her desire for him. Her inhibitions are being thrown out the window. She wants him and she wants him now. Not only does the alcohol intensify her arousal, but it also clouds her judgment. She reaches for her cell phone tucked away in her clutch. She opens the phone and starts a new text message.

“JAMES, IT’S TAYLOR. CAN YOU MEET? I WANT TO SEE YOU.”

Instead of stuffing the phone in her clutch, she keeps holding onto it, waiting anxiously for a reply. Her nerves are becoming stronger so she reaches for her cocktail and downs the remainder of the contents.

After no reply, she considers opting for another drink, more so as a way to deal with her nerves than to quench her thirst. As she turns to head back to the bar, Nicole comes up behind her.

“Hey biotch, I was looking for you.” Nicole playfully nibbles on Taylor’s exposed shoulder. She was always one to get a little too close for comfort once alcohol was in the picture. “Want a drink?”

“Hell yeah I do, I’ll have a Vodka 7,” Taylor replies.

Nicole’s drunken smiles widen. “I love having you out more, you know that? I fucking love it!” She kisses her a big wet one on the cheek and turns to get the drinks.

Taylor watches her leave, her mind still consumed with thoughts of James. Just then, her phone shines bright with a new text message from James. Taylor opens her phone quickly. She is anxious and nervous. Her eyes read the reply.

“TUTORING AT THIS HOUR? ;-)”

Taylor giggles to herself. The way he was able to command her via only a small text message was beyond her. It left her feeling tongue-tied, or perhaps in this case, finger-tied. Was he just being facetious? Was he being serious? She had to reply but had no idea what to say.

Just then, as if perfectly executed with his flirtation, James sends another text message.

“WHEN AND WHERE?”

Taylor is shaking with anticipation and she is becoming moist between her legs. She shifts her body around, trying to compose herself but she cannot. Before she can send a reply, Nicole is back with the drinks. “Come on, let’s go dance!”

The only thing Taylor wants to do is to leave this place and see James. She tries to think of a way to dodge Nicole. “I just have to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, let me come with you. I’ll hold your drink.”

Frustrated, Taylor agrees. She figures she can fire off a message to James while she is in the stall. The two girls stumble over to the bathroom and wait in the brief line up. Girls are coming in and out of the washroom, some of them looking a little green.

As Taylor and Nicole get closer to the stalls, Taylor becomes more and more anxious. She is itching to respond to James. Nicole tries to create some small talk with her but Taylor is so distracted. Thankfully, Nicole is too drunk to notice or to care. She is in her own world and is unaware of what her friend is up to. Finally, Taylor enters an empty stall, sans Nicole. Her only priority or care is to send James a reply instantly.

“SURPRISE ME.”

A feeling of seductive power comes over Taylor. She feels sexy and she feels desired. It excites her. James responds promptly.

“MACDONALD HOTEL. 30 MINUTES?”

Before Taylor can even fully digest the message, she responds.

“IT’S A DATE. ;-)”

Taylor closes her phone and puts it back in her purse. She leans up against the bathroom stall wall. She is giddy. She is excited. She is turned on.

 Just as she relishes in the moment, Taylor realizes she needs to find a way to get out of here. She needs to find a way to get away from Nicole. As she thinks for a few seconds, she realizes she should fake becoming ill. She knows that Nicole would let it slide and that she could pretend she is heading back to her dorm. She figures she would be able to get back to the dorm from her rendezvous with James before Nicole returned home or else she would hope Nicole would do what she usually does on a Saturday night; find someone to sleep with.

Taylor opens the stall door and tries her best to look ill, something that would surely have gotten her an Oscar. It works with Nicole perfectly.

“Oh my god Tay, are you alright?” Nicole asks, very concerned. She places the drinks down on the bathroom counter, both of them nearly empty as Nicole almost polished them off. “Should we leave?”

Taylor fights her urge to “vomit”, really trying to milk the performance she is putting on. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. I should go though but you can stay here. I will be fine. I just need to go to sleep.”

“You can’t go in a cab alone, someone might take advantage of you.” Little does Nicole know that her words are exactly what Taylor wants. She wants James to take advantage of her. She wants him, bad.

Taylor continues acting completely inebriated and ill. She walks over to the sink and splashes her lips with some water, when she is really looking at her appearance to make sure that she is presentable for James. “I’m going to go, but you can walk me to the door? I’ll be fine. Really. I can handle myself. I’m just tired.”

Nicole buys it. She grabs Taylor by arm and locks her in. “Okay, I’ll walk you to the door and help you get a cab.”

The two girls walk through the crowded bar and just as Nicole tries to play the good friend role, she is swept away from Taylor by some random guy. He grabs at Nicole and starts kissing her neck. Nicole holds onto Taylor’s arm and wants to keep walking with her, but she is too easily swayed by the male’s presence. Their grip loosens and eventually Taylor is on her own. In any other situation, she would be pissed that Nicole would act in this manner, but tonight, she couldn’t be more thankful.

Once she is finally outside, Taylor hails a cab and gets one instantly. She opens the door and hops in the back.

“Where to?” the cab driver asks.

“Uh, MacDonald Hotel,” Taylor replies. “Thanks.”

The second the cab driver puts the car in drive and starts taking her to her destination, Taylor’s heart flutters in her chest. The anticipation is killing her and her leg shakes are a visible sign of that. She tries to sit back in the seat to relax, but it is no use. She gazes at the city skyline surrounding her and prepares for what will be the longest cab ride to what will hopefully be the ride of her life.

17

James paces in the presidential suite of the MacDonald Hotel. After every other room was booked and the hotel is at capacity, it is the only room he could find. That is the excuse he will play out to Taylor, even though the Jacuzzi tub and outdoor terrace are both spots he might want to later explore.

As he paces, his eyes trace the room. He looks around to make sure that it looks suitable for Taylor. He wonders if he should take off his jacket and shoes. He is nervous and by the trembling of his hands it is very obvious that he is not the cool and collected man that he usually is. How could one young woman have such an effect on him? It blew his mind.

He heads over to the nearby in room liquor service and cracks a mini bottle of rum. He downs it straight in nearly 3 gulps. It steadies him a bit and allows him to feel a brief sense of calmness. Just then, all of the calmness is interrupted as the cell phone that is gripped tight in his grasp rings. It is Taylor. He answers. “Hello?”

“Hey, I’m here but the elevators are key guarded. Want to come pick me up?” Taylor says softly on the other line.

“Sure, I’ll be right down.” James hangs up his phone and puts it in his pocket. In the same exchange, he pulls out the room key and heads for the door. He reaches for the doorknob with his left hand and as he does so, he stares down at the wedding band on his finger. It stops him dead in his tracks.

James looks down at his hand and quickly has the urge to remove the ring. He pulls it off of his finger and stuffs it into his pocket. He walks down the hallway and thankfully doesn’t have to pass anyone on his way since this is a private floor. Upon reaching the elevator, he hesitates for a moment. He thinks of his wife and how he doesn’t want to hurt her. A lump forms in his chest for a moment but not as large as the lump forming elsewhere on his body. He is driven by desire. He wants Taylor and he isn’t going to stop until he gets her. He presses the ‘down’ button and waits.

Taylor stands in the lobby of the hotel. It is busy and many guests are exploring the features of the hotel. A harpist plays nearby and the music soothes Taylor. She tries to control her breathing but she is nervous as well. She tries not to make eye contact with others. She doesn’t want her eyes to reveal the truth of why she is here. She sways while standing, but only a little, as the alcohol is still very prominent in her veins. She doesn’t smell of liquor but her stance says otherwise. She is tipsy and feeling the effects of alcohol.

Heading down the elevator, James can feel his stomach in knots. The sweat on his brow is increasing and he tries to wipe it off with every chance he can get. As he stares at the light illuminating from the top of the elevator, he watches carefully as he sinks closer and closer to the lobby.

After what seems like eternity, the elevator doors open and there in a sea of guests looking to head up to their designated rooms, is Taylor. Her appearance strikes James immediately. She wears a tight black skirt, with perfectly matched stockings and her high heels make her legs look like they run a mile long. Her hair is in soft curls and her makeup is dark and mysterious. Her trench coat hangs open slightly, just enough to show off her curves and her voluptuous breasts hidden ever so slightly in her clingy top. She smiles and bites her bottom lip.

The seas of people flood the elevator and Taylor enters as well. She cannot go near James because the elevator is at capacity. Instead, they stand close yet so far away. The sexual attraction and tension couldn’t be higher than it is right now. The guests each pick their designated floors and swipe their keycards. James must personally swipe his in order for him and Taylor to head up to the presidential suite. He pushes through a few people in order to make it happen. As he does so, his fragrance is let loose among the elevator and Taylor notices it instantly. It makes her weak just as when she smelled it in the bar. All she wants to do is have him right then and there. Waiting to go up to the room is painstakingly tedious for them both.

As the elevator reaches higher floors in the hotel, more and more people shuffle out until it is just James, Taylor and another couple. They still don’t greet each other or even dare to look. Even though they want it bad, a part of them holds on until they are completely alone. When the last two people leave the elevator and the doors finally shut to head up to the private floor of the presidential suite, Taylor turns to meet James’ gaze. The two lock eyes instantly and the tension between them becomes palpable. They both want to rip at each other’s clothes instantly but nerves take over and the fear of being caught so they wait. No words are spoken between them, because everything is said with their eyes. They are both scared and fear the unknown but at the same time, there is a sense of comfort and sureness between them.

The elevator signals they have arrived at the presidential suite. Taylor wants to make some humorous comment about this being the most expensive affair ever, but she refrains. She is too nervous to speak. The doors open and James gestures for her to go first. “After you,” he says softly and in the most seductive way possible. He waves his hand in front of her and nearly brushes her body as he does so. This action triggers something inside of both of them. The tension is unbearable at this point. Even though they want to wait until they are shielded by the privacy of their room, they just can’t take it anymore. It’s time. They are ready.

Taylor turns towards James and forces her body into his and her lips press on his at the same time. James can’t help but wrap his arms around her body to pull her in close. They share a warm, passionate kiss, which soon leads to the want for more. In the breakaway, both of their gazes undress the other. Taylor leads him by the hand and walks down the hallway. They only get about halfway to the room when James swings her around and forces her up against the wall. He kisses her lips and makes his way down her neck, all while pinning her hands above her head the entire time. Never before has a man taken control of Taylor like this before and she is dying inside. She wants more. She needs more.

She pushes him off of her, anxious to get into the room but James fights back. He grabs at her legs and continues forcing her into the wall, teasing her and allowing Taylor to feel the growing member buried not so deep in his pants. He is hard and this sensation drives her wild.

Finally, James lets her go and starts walking on his own, calling Taylor after him with nothing but his body language. She is begging and pleading for more without saying a word so she follows instantly. James swipes the keycard to the room and opens it. Before they can get inside, they kiss one more time, this time nearly devouring each other.

The door to the hotel room slams shut and the two continue to kiss passionately. Their tongues wildly massaging the others and their lips never part. They stand for a while and kiss. The moment James sheds her coat from her body is the moment that the fire between them really starts to intensify.

After she stands before him without her jacket, he is able to get closer to her. She reciprocates the motion and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. As she finishes unbuttoning and pulling the tucked in shirt from his pants, she finally gets a look at what he has to offer. James’ body is the most masculine body Taylor has ever had her hands on. His chest protrudes and his pectoral muscles are perfectly shaped. He has just the right amount of hair to give him even more sex appeal yet it is not enough that it is overbearing.

Further down his sexy torso, he has rippling six-pack abs and oblique muscles that give him those sexy lines down to his pants, complete with a treasure trail of hair down to his crotch. His body and how well he maintains it stuns Taylor. She stops kissing him briefly to allow her eyes to wander and soak him all in. She wants to see more and tears the shirt off of his upper half. There is only more to want and to grab at. James’ arms ripple and his biceps prove how strong he is.

Completely taken by what she sees, Taylor freezes. She feels unsure and feels inadequate. She is less experienced than James and she becomes intimidated. The thoughts are interrupted when James starts kissing her neck and pulling down her shirt to expose her bare breasts. He cups her right breast softly as he kisses down her décolletage. The sensation of his strong hand massaging her in the right way could bring her to orgasm on the spot, especially when he moves further down on her and takes her nipple in his mouth. He tongues it gently and sucks on it. Taylor moistens even more.

James takes control and backs Taylor onto the bed where she lies down. She shuffles her body near the pillows and rests her head. Instead of crawling on top of her, James slowly peels the clothing off of her body, keeping a distance so he can truly see her in the best light. From a moment that was so animalistic and raw, James wants to remember this moment and see Taylor’s body completely for what it is – breathtaking.

He slides her shirt all the way down her body and past her heels. He then makes his way to sliding off her skirt, revealing her stockings, garters and lace panties. Seeing Taylor nearly naked drives him wild. He craves to see more.

He picks up the pace as he unlatches the garters from the stockings on Taylor’s legs. At the same time, he takes off her heels. All that is left on her body is the tiny black panties that don’t leave much to the imagination. James tears them off of her and finally has her completely nude before him. Her body is shaking and quivering as he positions himself on top of her. James wants to use his position and power to his advantage. He wants Taylor to beg for him and he wants to live out a closeted fantasy in his moment.

He slides a finger between her legs to tempt her. James plays with her clitoris and flicks it gently. This causes Taylor to become paralyzed with pleasure. Her moans get caught in her throat and her body quivers like an earthquake. James takes things a step further and slides his finger inside of her. Feeling a part of James inside of her only makes Taylor want more. She is dying to have him inside of her. This is the moment she has been waiting for.

 “I want you to fuck me,” whispers Taylor. After the words escape her lips, her cheeks flush red. Never before has she uttered such words but it felt right to say it. It was the only thing she could say.

After deciding she has been through enough agony, James can’t wait to indulge in her. He props himself off of the bed and stands before Taylor. He unlatches his belt and the button on his pants. He slides them off of his body and stands there in his briefs. They cling to him in all of the right places, concealing his rock hard member barely.

Finally he slides them off and reveals his monster of a cock. Taylor nearly gasps at the sight. He is very well endowed and Taylor knows that this is going to feel good. Before engaging in coitus, James grabs a condom from his pants pocket. He begins tearing at the package. Taylor watches him apply it to his body. He watches him stroke the condom down to the base of his member and Taylor can feel her body shaking with anticipation.

He crawls on top of her and kisses her deep. Simultaneously, he slips himself inside of her. The moment the two of them become one, it feels as though time stands still. Days of intense sexual frustration, arousal and curiosity are all finally coming to life. With each thrust, James forces himself deeper and deeper inside of her, filling up every single inch of Taylor’s body. Her face is clenched and her eyes shut tight. Her body is in a state of paralysis. James feels amazing inside of her, and is able to satisfy her in a way that she has never experienced before. The further he goes and the harder he thrusts, the more comfortable Taylor becomes. She starts biting on his lips, nibbling on his ears and pawing at his back. The rougher she is with him, the more he reciprocates until the two of them are engaging in wild, passionate, rough sex.

James flips her over onto her stomach and Taylor awaits his entry with delight. Feeling him thrust his way deep inside of her again drives her wild. This time Taylor decides to show him what she’s got. While thrusting into her from behind, Taylor slows him down with her hips. She moves her hips in deep circles, giving James a feeling of pure euphoria. Both of them are far too consumed to even speak. Taylor continues moving her hips on James and he pulls at her hair. He’s feeling powerful and he loves it. He grabs at her skin and spanks her butt. The dirtier he gets with her, the wetter she becomes. James can feel his orgasm approaching hard and fast but he wants the moment to last. He wants to feel Taylor come and he wants to make it happen. He starts to slow down and just as he does so, Taylor mutters the only words she can. “I’m going to come.”

The words light a fire in James’ body. He pulls Taylor upright, while he still enters her from behind. He positions her close to him able to kiss her neck and grab her breasts. He continues thrusting inside of her and Taylor reacts to the pleasure. Her body tightens and all at once, she goes limp. Her breathing increases rapidly and she convulses. Her moans become higher pitched and she climaxes. Moments later, James grabs onto her entire body tightly and moans into her ear as he does the same. The condom nearly bursts from the amount of ejaculate. He lingers inside of her for a while before exiting. They both collapse on the bed.

Sweat glistens their bodies and Taylor still trembles. She lies beside James, her mind racing. The effects of the alcohol are wearing off and she starts thinking of Chad. Guilt starts to come over her body. She pulls up the covers of the hotel bed to shield herself, trying to guard her body from James. He rolls over and kisses her in the same motion. The moment he does so, she forgets all about Chad.