Chapter 7: Seven

Michael

It hadn't been long since I returned from the party, after Professor Betty left everything felt dull without her but the burning desire - my hard-on- they lingered like a flame refused to be quenched.

So I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, the fan was spinning slowly but that wasn't where my mind was at, I was thinking about Betty for what felt like the hundredth time in the past two hours.

Beautiful wasn't the word to describe her, maybe I found her hot during lectures bug seeing her in that gown that barely covered her nipple, the way she carried herself with so much grace, and also the way she wrapped her arms around my neck like I belonged to her, I would never have thought this would have happened even in my wildest dreams.

A picture of her cleavage came into my mind again, damn, I could feel my cock get hard as a rock.

I kept reminiscing on how she kissed me passionately on the lips like I was her lover even though it didn't seem planned. I'm sure she thought I was some random stranger. I didn't expect I would be the student whom she hated so much. The one who caused her so many headaches but this was enough for me, even in my shocked state I didn't hesitate to squeeze her soft butt, like they belonged to me, and in a matter of time I would be she would be mine. Next time if I ever get the chance I would toss her wig to the floor, then start kissing her cleavage, peeling away that gown piece by piece until there was nothing left.

My hands had already begun to wander towards my zipper when I heard a loud knock at the door jolting back to reality reminding me that she was still out of reach and this was nothing but some sick fantasy.

I boomed, pursing my lips. “Who is it?”

Of course, I knew who it was, after all, I had texted her earlier saying I was craving her warm and moist Kitty cat.

“It's me,” Claire whispered.

I let out a deep sigh before I sat up running a hand across my face. “The door is open.”

The door creaked open and she stepped in, she wore a very sexy red dress that revealed a great deal of cleavage, but it was nothing compared to Betty’s, Betty was more mature, more enticing, so impossible to ignore. Claire's brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders like she’d just stepped out of the shower, she looked clean, eager, and ready for me.

But she still couldn't be compared to Betty.

Claire walked towards me, a gnawing look on her face as she crossed her arms, I already knew she had a bunch of questions, after all, I had turned her down earlier. “ I thought you didn't want me,” she said softly, her tone laced with seduction.

“Well, I changed my mind,” I mumbled sitting up, a fleeting smile on my face.

“So…” her lips curled into a smirk, the kind she always gave me these smiles whenever she wanted to humble me,” what made you change your mind? Couldn't resist my touch?”

She must have thought she won, or she was smarter, but she was wrong. I was just bored and I would screw anything right now. After all, Betty left me yearning for more.

I didn't respond, I just smiled and pulled her closer by the waist kissing her so hungrily before she could get another word out. Her lips felt so soft and thin but they couldn't be compared to Betty’s, hers was succulent and fuller, even though Claire tried to match my energy, it still couldn't be compared to how Betty manhandled my lips back at the club.

My hard-on was fading, that was a bad sign, so I forced a picture of Betty, imagined I was kissing her instead of Claire and we were in my room and not the club.

In my head, I felt Betty’s lips on mine, her body pressed against mine, her familiar perfume wafting into my nostrils. I imagined that it was her pink wig I was grabbing, and the red dress Claire was the black net dress Betty wore.

This worked because I got hard really fast.

Claire laughed softly against my mouth, “Wow, you are really… Into it tonight, I know you miss me so bad!”

Again, I didn't respond. I didn't need to.

Hearing her voice only reminded me that I was imagining things and that wasn't good.

She kissed me again, her long tongue invading my mouth.

I carried her to the bed and spread her legs wide open enough to rub my erect cock around her clit, she was already soaking wet, I split her open with my cock and damn she was even tighter than I remembered.

“Please, Michael, slowly,” she cried.

I didn't respond, I kept thrusting in and out of her mercilessly.

Her moans drowned in the air as I did this to her,

Then finally she understood immediately that we needed to switch positions, her face turned to that of Betty's and I imagined it was her boobs that were bouncing and moving in circles, I imagined Betty's mouth parted open in pleasure.

Damn, this was driving me crazy.

Finally, I was close to climax, I stopped thrusting and made her get on her knees, she sucked me down to my balls till I exploded in her moist mouth that was filled with spittle and my cum. She swallowed it like a pro, and we sank to the bed.

We are breathless lying side by side, our clothes sprawled around the room. We are both staring at the ceiling like I was doing earlier.

Her face was flushed and she was smiling nervously to herself. I was glad she didn't suspect a thing because I was close to mentioning Betty's name as I was about to hit my climax.

Thank heavens I had enough self-control not to do that,

But now I can no longer see Betty, it was just Claire turning her head towards me, still trying to catch her breath. “You taste so nice,” she teased softly,

“Mm,” I replied, noncommittal.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. “That’s it? ‘Mm’?”

I didn't bother responding, instead, I just got off the bed and walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing a beer.

I also grabbed my phone from the table close to me.

Claire wrapped the duvet around herself watching me in astonishment, she was probably wondering why I grew so cold all of a sudden but deep down I wished it was Betty here and not her, and the guilt that I might have cheated on Betty kept gnawing at me.

“What's up? You are so quiet tonight, you were so energetic earlier now you seem distant.”

I gulped the beer and sat on the leather couch facing the window, “I'm just tired,”

That was a lie and she knew that.

She smiled to herself walking towards me, she got on her knees again placing her hands on my thigh, “ I know I sucked the life force out of you but…”

“Get out!” I yelled at her, and she flinched, probably not expecting this reaction from me.

She bit on her lip and stared at the ground like she was disappointed, then she chucked again, shaking her head. “I'm not going anywhere Michael, you are so unbelievable right now, you know that right? We just shared a moment…”

“No we didn't, I just fucked your mouth,” I paused and stared ahead of me ignoring her, “ you should get going, you wouldn't want my dad to see you here,” I said, my tone emotionless.

She batted her lashes slowly, probably fighting back the tears, and she got up and slipped into her gown and apron. “ Right. Because God forbid your father thinks I am your girlfriend .”

“Stop being delusional, you aren't even my girlfriend!”

The words came out more blunt than I intended, but I didn't regret saying them. She sounded so obsessed and it was pissing me off. Maybe it would sound nice if Betty said it.

She nodded, masking her hurt with a smile, “Okay! Cool, I'm fine with what we are, “ she said softly, “just remember that I care about you, and I love you.”

“Good to know.”

I couldn't even look at her because the truth was, I was sick of her presence.

She was predictable, never challenging me, always doing whatever I asked. Betty would never do that, she was fiery, feisty, and untamed and Claire on the other hand was… Easy.

I didn't even notice when she slipped out of my room, good riddance.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind her, I opened up my phone going straight to face Gram.

I went straight to the search bar and typed in Betty Graham.

The account I saw wasn't active ten years ago, but her account popped up, maybe she lost access to it and couldn't delete it.

Her selfie of her smiling back at me, she looked so much younger here.

I scrolled.

Her bio says, Lecturer and Author.

Relationship status; it's complicated.

I scrolled through and I saw dozens of old posts, the ones when she was laughing with friends, posting selfies, sexy and hot ones, she was on the beach in one wearing sunglasses, she looked like a beauty queen. I smiled at the ridiculous ones.

I was never tired of scrolling, I wanted to see more of her when she was younger and vibrant.

Maybe this will give me a clue to the secret she was hiding.

And then I stopped at a picture.

There she was smiling not at the camera but at someone whose face was blocked by her left hand and on her ring finger was an engagement ring.

A big one that sparkled..

My heart thumped against my chest immediately.

The caption was vague, no name, no tag, just three heart emojis, I still couldn't make out the man’s face.

Has she been engaged or married?

The question was, to whom?

And most importantly, where was that ring now?