Origins Part VI is a continuation of Parts I-V
It was embarrassing that without thinking I drove back to campus even though the bypass offered a quicker route to my small, working class bungalow on the East Side. When I passed the intra-mural playing fields, I awoke from my reverie and focused on my now conscious destination, Sharon's loft. I remembered from the night I spent there, that when she was fucking, she liked to turn on this special lamp that shone a light blue light throughout the apartment. Sure enough, you could see the blue light in the window. Since her loft was on the top floor, she didn't use shades or drapes. It was now past the restricted time, so I parked on the street opposite her building and waited.
Thirty minutes later, the light went out, and shortly after Viktor exited the building. Counting back from when Sharon had left the cafeteria, he must have been up there for over three hours. Not that I doubted her, but Dorothy's account appeared correct. I suppressed an insane desire to knock on her door but instead started my truck, briefly following Viktor down her street long enough to see him turn into a campus tavern on the corner. I suppressed an even crazier idea of swinging by the Pub to see what Phyllis was up to. But Dorothy had me all fucked out, closing time was still a couple of hours away, tomorrow was a teaching day, and besides Phyllis' availability was never certain. So, I drove home to my empty house and slept fitfully.
I didn't awake with my usual energy, but I was determined to keep to my usual routine. My time with Phyllis the day before had cut into my class prep time, and I needed to get to my office where I kept my teaching support materials. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't avoiding the study carrels purposefully, but it crossed my mind. I was able to mix and match old lesson plans into a decent lecture with examples that I had just enough time to print before I walked into my first class. Trying to smooth the potentially disjointed lecture into a seamless whole kept me occupied through all my classes. Afterward, I grabbed my current chapter notes from my carrel, and picked up my usual yogurt and fruit dish from the cafeteria on my way to office hours. As I was leaving the stacks, I glimpsed someone in my peripheral vison who may have been Sharon. If so, she now knew where my carrel was. Was she stalking me, now?
My suspicions were answered quickly when shortly after I finished my yogurt, there was a tentative knock at my door. My lectures had gone well, and usually, good lectures increased office hour traffic, so I certainly wasn't expecting to see Sharon. "Can I come in?" She looked as if she had been crying and didn't appear that she had taken adequate care in putting herself together—even though we were now into mid-afternoon. She had a scarf around her neck that was so carelessly tied that it didn't hide two enormous hickeys that looked like abrasions. She even smelled faintly of that hideous cologne that Viktor wore. She hadn't showered, or it took more than one to get rid of it. She looked vulnerable, but sexy as hell. I wanted to fuck her on the spot.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure, but now is not a good time. My office hours are just starting. How about I stop by your place later tonight?" As if on cue, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to Linda Haskins, one of my hottest students.
"Oh, you are busy, should I come back later?"
I could tell that this coincidental appearance discomfited Sharon. There was no doubt that barring professional ethics, I could have, would have fucked Linda in a heartbeat. She telegraphed it to the point of embarrassment.
"Come back in 5 minutes, Linda." That comment reminded me of this low rent cathouse I used to frequent when I was a teenager, and it was hard not to smile.
As soon as she left, I turned to Sharon. "Look Sharon, this is kind of kinky, but when I come to your place, tonight, I want the door unlocked. I will knock, wait a minute, and when I walk in, I want you naked on your couch with your legs spread." She started to object, but looked at the door Linda had just exited, hesitated for a moment but without a word, slowly rose and gave me a deep French kiss while her hand lightly stroked my cock. This didn't last long, but it was long enough for Linda to glimpse as she paced outside my partially opened door.
Linda looked vengefully at Sharon as they passed in the doorway. She sat down in the visitor chair with a flushed face and a confused look on her face. She asked a couple perfunctory, obvious questions, and left shortly thereafter. Obviously, she had come to flirt but left empty handed. Meanwhile, I had a brief, intense sexual fantasy that involved Sharon spread wide on her couch morphing into to Linda spreading on my desk and pushing her cunt up in a beckoning manner. I could have easily had a fast jerk in the restroom, but just then my advisor stopped by to ask about my progress on the latest chapter, and the ensuing conversation although stimulating in another way, doused all near term sexual desire.
Keeping my regimen that had served me so well for the past couple of years, I left after my office hours ended, and headed to the gym. Of course, Viktor was the first person I saw when I entered. He was standing at the dead lift station waiting for one of his lackeys to change the weights for him. It was a little early and few people were around. Whether he felt greater license to hold forth, or the acoustics were clearer, he was speaking in pretty explicit detail, and I could hear every word. "I'm telling you; I nearly wore it out last night, and I am going over there as soon as I leave here to finish the job." His crew members were smirking and high fiving as he shook his huge package through is shorts for emphasis.
