Part Two: Sugar Cubes
I woke up Friday around 11:00 in the morning. I had a text from both Shae and Alexis. I opened Shae's first.
"I'm taking the day off work. You can cum anytime you want. ππππππ"
My dick twitched. I sat up and rubbed my face. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at the text from Alexis. "I'm sorry, but I have to cancel our plans for Sunday. I've had something come up."
I sighed. I was looking forward to seeing her again, but at the same time, I wasn't that surprised, or disappointed. The more I thought about it, the more I was glad. That meant I could spend the day with Shae. Or, if she wanted me to go, I would simply come home early. I texted her back, "No worries, lady. You do what you gotta do. Safe travels. Maybe I'll hear from you when you come back to the states?"
"Yeah. Maybe. G'bye."
"Good bye."
I deleted our conversation and went back to mine with Shae.
"I have a little bit of work to do, and then I'll pack and be on my way."
"Perfect! Lemme know when you leave. πππ"
I went back to the bathroom and took an herbal supplement. I got dressed, grabbed my leather satchel that made me look professorial, and jumped in my car and hauled ass to school. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor I heard voices. I stepped onto the landing to a few professors and the chair of the department arguing. I ducked my head, pretended not to pay attention, and walked around them. But I had been noticed.
"Eh. Professor New Guy. Uh, Bradley. Hold up."
I turned around. The other two professors were headed down stairs. The third prof. and the chair of the department were coming in my direction. I stopped and waited. "Professor New Guy? Really? That's what you're calling me? It's a good thing I'm not doing your evaluation on professionalism, huh?"
"Hey, you wanna remain Prof. New Guy, or become Prof. Byebye?"
"Oh. That's clever." I looked at each one. Neither were smiling. "What can I..."
"I need someone to teach Freshman comp. 101 for summer school. I have three open sections. They're yours. Here's the syllabus. I'll send it to the copier so you have them when you get here. See you Monday morning at 9:30 for your first class."
With that they both walked away in separate directions. I stood there, my satchel hanging from my hands, my mouth open. Damn. That will affect my weekend.
I went to my office and submitted my grades. I emailed all of my students that grades were posted. I even sent a few personal emails to students who had been a joy to teach. The ones who paid attention, asked questions, and grew as writers, and as individuals. Then I made one more submission, to eight different journals. The submission wasn't for me - it was on behalf of a student who's paper had blown my mind with a point of view on a story I had never heard before. I was in and out of the building in under an hour.
I raced home, packed my bags for the weekend, including a new kilt, a new button down shirt, and a new knife to wear with it. As I was heading out of my door I stopped. A thought occurred to me - I went back in the house, packed all of my bondage rope, a ball gag, and a few toys into a separate bag. Then I sat down and rolled a dozen joints, using different paper for different strains. THEN I headed out the door. I plugged her address into my GPS and pulled up the route. Then I texted her a picture of the bulge in my shorts, with three letters. "OMW"
Her reply was simple: a picture of her on her bed, wearing a red lace babydoll, and crotchless red lace panties. She was on her knees, one hand holding an exposed breast, and the other spreading her pussy lips, giving me a good view of her wet, pink pussy.
I backed out of my driveway, and hit the road. A few minutes later I got another text. Another picture. She had both of her tits out, and had her left arm wrapped under them, lifting them up and squeezing them together. Shae knows how much I love her tits. I love how soft and warm they are, and how they move - like two perfectly filled water balloons. They were a joy to behold! Just thinking about them made my cock hard. Sucking them, squeezing them, squishing my head with them, kissing and licking and nibbling them consumed my mind so much I missed an exit and had to turn around.
I thought about her pussy a lot, too. Her glorious, pink, fat pussy. Her mound was plump, and soft. Her hood over her clit was thin, and gave me easy access to her Orgasm Button. Plus, it was easy to rub her clit with her hood, which seemed to be perfect way to tease the fuck out of her. I loved it!
I pulled into Shae's driveway, put the car in park, and turned the engine off. I was shaking a bit with anticipation. I had butterflies in my stomach, and felt a little nauseated. I didn't know why I was so nervous. I had already been with both women, but that didn't mean anything about the next few days was predictable. Neither Shae nor Tammy were predictable. That was actually one of the things I really liked about her. Last time I came up I thought it was just gonna be the two of us, and she ended up pimping me out to her friends. I wasn't complaining, but it wasn't what I had in mind. Regardless, it was the best weekend I had ever had.