Chapter 5 MARY STANDS FOR MEREDITH

• M E R E D I T H
• When my classes finished for the day, I honestly did not want to meet him in his office because to be truthful I do not know why we had to speak about my essay in private. I mean we could speak about it in a classroom in front of everyone else but definitely not alone with him. It would be so freaking awkward for me, especially with what we had done last night in that God damn freaking hallway. I asked other professors where Diether’s office was and the more I step closer to it, the more I worry about us being in that room.
• God, the more I think about it, the worse my hungover worsens. I have spoken to Ramona about this and asked her if I was actually doing the right thing and she thinks that it is something I should do because of the fact that I had left him there last night when Lawrence called me up and told me that he had already come to pick me up. Ramona convinced me that it was best to speak with him, professionally, to keep the matters of what happened in that pub in silence and to keep my relationship with him strictly professional knowing that he is going to be teaching here for a couple of months and it would be a handful of problems for me.
• I stood outside his office and as I closed my eyes, I could reminisce back to last night and how he kissed me and how his hands were caressing me, pinning me against the wall with his body pressed against mine. Christ, I can still remember how it felt when his bulge was growing underneath his pants and how he obviously made me feel that it was damn growing. I can still remember how he smelled and how he tasted in my mouth and how he devoured me with those wet and deep kisses that made me weak just thinking about it.
• “Miss Wright?”
• I gasped and instantly opened my eyes as I flinched the second I laid my eyes on him. He was standing right next to me with his tantalizing blue eyes and his perfectly coiffed hair. I swallowed hard as I tried to clear my throat to look for where my voice had gone, “M-Mr. DeLoughrey.”
• He most definitely caught me off guard just how I was actually freaking remembering everything that we had done from last night. God, this is embarrassing.
• “It is surprising to hear you call my name so formally.” He answered as he was giving me that mischievous look in his eyes while adding, “I remember how differently you addressed me from last night.”
• My eyes widened immediately as soon as I remembered that I freaking called him daddy. I traveled my eyes back at him and watched him open the door for his office as he told me, “Please come inside. We need to speak with each other.”
• I followed him inside and felt him closing the door behind me which sent a tingling feeling from the back of my neck down to the soles of my feet. He appeared in front of me as I watched him walk towards his desk, “As you can see, I did not really call you in here to speak to me about the essay you handed. Well, this is already a bit bothersome for me as soon as I saw you in that room earlier.”
• “Y-Yeah…” I answered softly.
• He slowly turns to face me while he sits down on his desk as his arms are laced one over another against his chest. “So, Mary stands for Meredith, huh?”
• “Yes. Sir.” I sounded like a soldier.
• “You do know that I did not have a single idea that you would actually be uhh… be one of my students here in San Andreas University. Given the chance that you did know so much about art and artists, I did not give it a thought because I assumed you were older since you were drinking at The Pink Flamingo and you were chugging those whiskies like a champ.” He spoke to me, authoritatively. “So you were underage and drinking alcohol in a pub with signs that no under 21 are allowed to drink?”
• “Well… Every underage person does that and has been sneaky and all just to drink.”
• “Well, I guess so. Did you perhaps know that I was the substitute teacher for Historia Adams?”
• “What? No.” I answered immediately. “I did not even have a single clue until I saw you enter the classroom earlier. I thought I was hallucinating or I was seeing things but it was really you.”
• He groaned inwardly, “This is hard for me since I have the upper hand with the situation being your teacher but at the same time we both shared a decent… Umm, it was not as decent as I remembered it to be but–”
• “I do remember us talking and arguing about Art and Van Gogh and Gauguin and many other things about paintings.” I admitted as I cut him off from what he was going to say but as awkward and weird as this is for me, I had to do this. “But I remember getting in the car and leaving The Pink Flamingo with my female friend, other than that I have no prior knowledge about what else happened.”
• I had to lie.
• I just freaking had to.
• His eyes widened immediately.
• “Did something happen?” I asked him as I tried to keep my composure and my face as blank as possible. “I mean I hope not because it would be too embarrassing for me to even remember. I guess I was just too drunk to recall bits from last night. I barely remember getting home.” I forced a chuckle.
• Slowly he begins to lick his lips and wet them as it sends me a bolt of lightning witnessing him do that.
• “Well,” He chirped after a solid seconds of silence. “No harm done for both sides.” He smoothly lies as soon as I fakely admitted remembering what happened. “I guess there is nothing really to discuss here,” He clears his throat as he finally stands back on his feet. “Since everything is clarified between you and me. I just want you to know that I want a strict and professional relationship with you as your teacher.”
• “Yes, of course sir. I apologize for the debate I had with you in that pub.”
• “Nothing to be sorry about, you just said out your thoughts.”
• There was this awkward silence between us while we kept on staring at each other for a while but no words were coming out.
• The silence ended as soon as my phone rang, “Sorry.” I spoke as I answered the call as soon as he gestured his hand to me. I stared at the caller I.D and it was Ramona ringing me up, “Hey, yeah, umm, I will be there in a second. Uh huh, yeah. Okay.” I ended the call and stared back at Diether.
• “Well, I guess you best be off.”
• “Yes, sir. Have a good day.” I forced a weak smile on my face before heading to the door and walked out of his room. As soon as the door was shut, I exhaled heavily and felt the sexual tension building up between us the more I stayed in that room.
• As I walked along the hallways of the university, I was brought back to my memories from last night and how breathless we were from kissing each other inside that sinful red-lit hallway.
• Our lips were planted against each other, hungry and absolutely horny, our tongues were coaxing and playing with each other and I always assumed that kissing was nasty, but this was shockingly hot, while my hands were voluntarily making their way towards the button of his pants and unzipped it. God, I was the one who pulled his pants down and pulled his dick out and stroked his freaking cock with my bare hands while I was moaning against his mouth as we kept kissing.
• He was holding the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair as he moaned against my lips the words. “You are so fucking hot, baby girl.” He softly said before kissing me again.
• Those words felt like enchantment and I succumbed to his plea. I guess I was caught up in that moment of lust because I could not stop myself from tasting him since at that moment, tasting him was the only thing I had in mind.
• “Show daddy what that mouth can do.” I remember him speaking those words against my mouth and how it sounded nicer in my ears.
• Oh God, I remember bravely kneeling down in front of him, face to face with his big cock as the red light above us was allowing me to see his generous length and girth and I bravely opened my mouth for him to invade my orifice.
• Ughhhh, I gave him a blowjob.
• I remember how I was not scared of doing that even though I had no prior knowledge of how to do it, but I did it.
• “Daddy please fuck my mouth.” I remember saying those words and how nasty I was but how confident I was saying it.
• I remember how his penis felt going in and out of my mouth and how it was giving me such insane amount of pleasure that I have never felt before.