Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“So does anyone else have something going on?” I need to change the subject. “Shoot. Wait a second.” My phone chimes and I see I have a text from Becky. I don’t realize I said out loud until Hope starts fussing.
“Nope. Whatever she wants, the answer is no, Jinny.” Aside from going to school, I am also a student teacher at a high school to get my credits done. I teach one class, twice a week. Becky is a fellow student teacher. Only she hardly ever teaches her own class. She is always looking for someone to do it for her.
Recently, all of them have been coming to me more often than usual and I know I should say no, but I figure if I do it, I am getting my teaching/classroom hours done. They will all be stuck. “What does she want?” Love asks.
“She needs me to teach her class tomorrow.” They all roll their eyes at me, knowing I am going to say yes. We talk for a little while longer and then we hang up promising to talk again in a week.
Hmm. I wonder if anything will be different by then?
CHAPTER 4
NOAH
Did I mention that I hate Christmas? It’s everywhere now and its in less than a month. My apartment, provided by the university is functional at best. It’s a one bedroom, one bath place that came furnished. The only thing I brought with me was my Xbox, laptop, and clothes. There is nothing else here and certainly doesn’t feel like a home. I simply live here and while away my time on the weekends. To be fair, I’ve only been here a month, almost two, but my last place didn’t look anymore lived in than this one.
I’ve taught at six universities in my sixteen year career, but I think UT is where I’ll make tenure. I like it here in the mountains. I sit at the desk in the kitchen and grade papers. The thing about the master’s program is that these people really want to be here, so it’s not the crap most underclassmen turn in. This group takes their time and puts in the effort. It shows. No one got less than a B. I take my glasses off and set them down on the desk and go over to the fridge, pulling out a beer. My phone rings and I see it’s my sister, Paula.
“Hey Paulie,” I say answering. We were close as children, but as we grew up, we naturally grew apart. She got married at eighteen to her high school sweetheart and had a bunch of kids. She loves her husband, Tim. He was my friend in school and I am glad he’s so good to her.
“Hey Noah’s Ark. What are you getting Mom for Christmas?” she asks, no shooting the breeze today. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about it.
“Diamond earrings,” I say blurting out the first thing I can think of. Mom loves jewelry. The more I think about it, the more I love the idea of it.
“Okay. I’m getting her the stand mixer she’s been asking for and Ginger is getting her a car.”
“A car?” I say, flabbergasted. Sure, she married rich, but a car is outrageous and makes Paula and I look bad.
“Yeah. Mom mentioned her car keeps needing to get repaired, so Ginger and Alan decided to buy her a brand new Mercedes SUV, under the guise that it will fit more kids than mom’s old ass Corrolla.
“What the hell?”
“I know, but I couldn’t talk her out of it. I doubt you’ll be able to.”
“I’m not even going to try. She’s not normal.”
“I know,” Paula says, laughing. “Destiny, don’t put that in your mouth. Shit, I gotta go, Noah, love you.” She hangs up before I can say anything else. Destiny is my two year old niece. She’s a handful and I can’t help chuckling.
It’s Sunday, so I put on a football game, but it doesn’t hold my interest. My mind wanders to Jinny and in this day dream, fantasy things, she never has any clothes on. Instantly, my cock is hard and in my hand. I can’t seem to stop jerking off when I think about her. I haven’t jerked off this much since I learned what it was. Different, more fucked up than the last, scenarios play in my head as I rub it out.
I won’t see her until Tuesday, but that will have to be enough. I can lose my job nor would I want to see her lose her place in the Master’s program. I’m a grown ass man, I can play it cool until the end of the semester, when I’m no longer her professor.
This is the lie I tell myself help me get through the day, since she makes me want to risk every damn thing I’ve ever earned for just a little fucking taste of her. The thought of tasting her has me coming hard. Getting into the shower, I do it all over again. I literally can’t stop myself. If I don’t get inside of her soon, I’ll rub all the skin off of my cock.