Bimbo Builder Academy Ch. 04

"Yes, please."

She glanced down at herself. "I'm pretty gross right now. Can it wait until after I shower?" Her tone suggested that she was still upset with me, like she was trying to put off a confrontation.

A confrontation was the last thing I wanted. I swallowed. "I need your help." I said it with a sigh and a slump of my shoulders, one hand coming up to rub helplessly across my mouth. I didn't like to do it, but I knew that I had to.

Julia was a kind, caring person. It was one of the major reasons she was a doctor. Her lips pressed together in a line, and then she blew out a sigh. Her mouth turned down in a frown of concern and she walked toward me. She bent, placed the glass of water on the coffee table. She sat down with another sigh. She didn't look at me, leaning forward with her face in her hands.

Her fingers massaged her forehead.

I waited.

There was a short pause. Then, I saw her shoulders rise with a breath and she lifted her head. "I'm sorry I've been this way all morning—" she started to say, but I was interrupting her before she could continue.

"No, Jules." I shook my head. "I'm the sorry one. I've been letting my work stress get between me and you, and it was wrong. I apologize." I stared into her eyes, trying to convey the things that I literally couldn't say. "You've always been such an amazing partner. No matter how hard your work life has been, you've never allowed it into our home. It's an amazing example, and I want to tell you that I'm going to try really hard to follow it in the future."

She blinked at me in surprise.

"I love you." It felt like ages since I'd said those words. Too long. I was glad, as I spoke, that they rang true. I suppose some tiny fraction of my mind had been worried that... I don't know...

I waited.

Julia's eyebrows came together. Her eyes met mine and searched them. I hoped they could see my sincerity. Then she was leaning forward and her arms were around me. Her nose and mouth were against my neck and I could feel her words as well as hear them.

"Thank you, love," she murmured. "I love you, too. I'm sorry I was so pissy just now."

I hugged her back. I kissed her hair, feeling the dampness of sweat from her run. I couldn't care less. I just wanted to hold her close like this forever.

But I couldn't think about that now. I had to follow the plan I'd crafted so carefully. It might be the only way to make sure that I could take care of my Brighton Barnsworth problem without further damaging my relationship.

I pulled back. I kissed her on the forehead, and then stared into her face. "I do need your help though," I said with a little quirk of a smile. "I wasn't just trying to make you feel bad for me."

Julia gave a tiny chuckle but nodded. "Whatever you need, Mitch."

While my girlfriend had been out, I'd been a thorough little researcher. I'd run several experiments, trying to figure out the extent of what I could communicate. As it turned out, I could share almost nothing specific about the university. There was a piece of paper in our trash can, now, lined with more than a dozen unfinished sentences; attempts at explaining the situation.

Writing them was the strangest sensation. It had felt like I was losing my train of thought over and over.

It was obvious to me, now. Somehow, at some point, someone had done the same thing to me as had been done to Natalie.

Well, except for the bimbo nymphomaniac part, I thought. I shoved away the image that tried to arise. It was an image of my student, her eyes wide and glazed and wanton while her lips parted in a gasp of desire.

"Thank you," I said. I swallowed and then nodded back. "I can't say everything," I started, "because of the NDA..."

She gave me a brief bob of the head in silent acknowledgement.

Good. For a moment, I was grateful for the legal document. It gave me a fair reason not to talk about anything specific. In a brief flash, I wondered whether that was part of the point. Whether Joseph Clayton had engineered the whole thing just so. But I clamped down on that thought. I have no proof Principal Clayton is involved.

"But since I've been working there, I've begun to have the idea that something isn't... right." I struggled, trying to use language ambiguous enough to avoid triggering whatever mental roadblocks had been set up in my consciousness.

I had no idea how to deal with it, being unable to trust my own mind. My brain had always been my most powerful tool. Now, someone had subverted it to their own purposes. I'm going to find you, I thought. I wondered if it was that other professor, the one from the astronomy videos. But why? And how?! We've never even met!

Julia was watching me, her eyes concerned.

I spoke again, realizing that I had paused for a long time. "I think," I began slowly. "That... maybe... someone in the school is doing something... not okay."

I found that phrasing my ideas as conjectures made it possible to pursue certain line of logic without problems. I mentally noted that away for future reference. I needed to figure out exactly where the boundaries were — what I could say and what I couldn't, what I could think and what ideas I needed to pursue indirectly. It was like the most confusing mathematics problem I'd ever tried to solve, because my mind was actively trying to trick me.

Julia's face grew troubled. "Not okay?" she asked. "You mean, like, illegal? Or what?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to even think the words in my mind.

My girlfriend frowned. "Is it that principal you mentioned? Is it something you need to go to the authorities about? The police or... someone? Or is it something more personal?"

"Personal," I said, and I hoped that by keeping my answers short I would avoid trapping myself and diverting my mind off the rails. That wouldn't just be embarrassing, it would be disastrous. I knew I had to keep Julia as far away from this issue as I could.

My girlfriend was giving me a searching look. She could tell that something was up. Not for the first time, I was grateful that my girlfriend was a doctor. I knew I could rely on her to deduce more than I was able to disclose. "You're not telling me something," she said slowly.

I thought for a second, then nodded. Still safe.

"Because you can't."

I nodded again.

She chewed at her bottom lip. "And you won't be able to as long as the NDA lasts."

"Right."

"Can you at least tell me if someone's actively doing something to harm you? Or your students?" Julie looked serious. "As a doctor, it's my duty to prevent harm."

I hesitated. I needed Julia to not be involved. "No," I said. It was a white lie, I suppose. Harm was open to interpretation, right? "No one's doing anyone active harm. All of the students are safe, and I don't think their safety has any bearing on the situation that's bothering me." Huh, I thought. It seemed I could say specific things about the Academy, so long as they were not bad.

"Mitch." She gave me a look. "You know you can trust me, right? I mean... What you say here, in our home," she gestured around at the apartment, "is between us entirely. If you need to break some weird NDA to tell me then I think you should do it."

"I can't." I said it with finality, but with regret also. Julia needed to know that I trusted her, needed to think that I was being secretive because of the NDA. "I trust you, Julia. Please know that, for sure." I reached out and took her hands, squeezing gently. I stared into her eyes. "Promise. But I just... can't."

My girlfriend nodded back. "Okay..." she said slowly. She interlaced her fingers with mine. "I trust you, too."

She shouldn't trust you, you know... It was the snide little voice again, and I tried to ignore the barb of pain and guilt that shot through my chest. Not after what you've done...

Julia's shoulders slumped. "I get it," she muttered. "But I don't know how I'm supposed to help if I don't even know what's wrong. And now I'll just worry about you..."

I nodded. "I just..." I sighed. I could guess how she was feeling, and I didn't know what to do about it. It felt like there was a wall between us, a wall built by the unknown professor who had somehow implanted post-hypnotic suggestions in my brain. A wall built by myself, and my own inability to resist temptation. "I just want you to know that if I'm acting strange, it's not you. It's not us. It's me. Me and this school and my job."

Julia leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. Some of her hair had fallen out of her ponytail and I felt it brush over my skin. "I'll be here for you," she murmured softly. "There's my promise."

I could smell my girlfriend's perfume. I could smell her, too, her natural scent, and I felt myself relax. Things were going to be alright. They would. It was going to be okay. I turned and kissed her back, just a soft little touch of my lips to the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, lover," I said gently.

She hadn't leaned away, and I felt the warmth of her hand as she lowered it to my thigh. She leaned in and kissed me, this time on the mouth. When she pulled back, she was smiling, and she glanced down at my body.

I realized, looking down, that I had been dressed in a towel for our entire deep, intense, personal conversation. I'd been so wrapped up in my research that I hadn't gotten around to getting dressed.

"So was this outfit just meant to tease me?" Julia murmured, and when I looked back up into her face she had a twinkle in her eye. I could see from the gleam that she was in a mood, and I didn't question it.

Instead, I played along. With an exaggerated shrug, I leaned back, spreading out my arms across the back of the couch. My sharply defined chest and abs were on full display now, and I grinned. "You know..." I answered. "Just in case you felt any kind of way after your run. In case you built up an... appetite."

"Mmm..." The gorgeous brunette bit her lower lip and let her gaze trace over my skin. Her hand on my leg shifted, slipped under the towel, brushed across my skin.

I could feel the tingling heat of arousal beginning to rise in my body. I could sense the line that was pulling tight between us as the moment of worry passed and the anxious tension transformed into something else. Another type of tension. My cock stirred awake.

Julia's fingers were gently slipping closer, across my leg, and now her eyes had risen to meet mine.

I didn't want to breathe, felt the tight grip of the moment around my chest and didn't want to break it. I felt a pulse of lust shoot through me and my manhood hardened further.

My girlfriend leaned in and softly touched her lips to my mouth as her fingertips finally reached my shaft. I could hear her breath coming shorter and faster. She slowly brushed along my pole, which by now was tenting the towel that lay like a blanket across my lap.

I shivered, eyelids dropping half closed. I felt my pulse increase, sensed the temperature rising. "Is this make up sex?" I asked, grunting softly as her fingers began to stroke gently up and down. I felt foolish for asking immediately afterwards, but my girlfriend just grinned.

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling..."

I let out a soft gasp of disappointment as her touch disappeared and her fingers slipped free of the towel. The cloth fell back across my lap, the obvious bulge of my now-throbbing erection clearly evident.

Julia rose.

I watched her.

She held out her hand. "I'm just going for a quick shower, though, if you want to join." Her lips were turned up in a teasing smirk but her eyes were smoky with desire.

I took it.

The towel slipped from my hips and fell to the floor in a crumpled pile, forgotten as Julia led me through the bedroom.

* * *

The shower had a long, rectangular footprint, covered entirely in small squares of turquoise tile with a wall of glass. At one end it had a glass door with a vertical, chrome-colored bar for a handle. At the other end, it had two drenched occupants.

Steam billowed, filling the remainder of the space.

The water was almost too hot, hitting my shoulders and streaming down my back. I couldn't have cared less. "Uhhh..." I let out a long, clenched sigh. My fingers flexed, one hand pressed flat against the glass and the other against the tile on the opposite wall.

Julia knelt at my feet, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock while her tongue lavished the head with attention. She looked gorgeous, her dark hair falling down her back, droplets of water beading on her tan skin. Her full, luscious tits were covered in running streams of water and I could just imagine cupping them in my hands, flicking my tongue across her nipples and suckling, making her gasp.

My head dropped back and I felt the water hit my face. I groaned again. "Ohmygod..." I felt one of my girlfriend's hands begin to stroke my shaft. My balls felt heavy and full and my entire body felt like it had been waiting years for release.

Then, with a soft pop, her lips slid off and away and the heat and wetness of her mouth disappeared.

I let out a soft, regretful groan. "Julesss..." I moaned softly, my cock throbbing with need and the coiled spring in the pit of my stomach begging to release.

My girlfriend rose slowly, kissing her way up my abs. Her lips were wet on my neck and I felt her hands on my hips. I felt the soft pressure of her fingers and we turned in a semicircle so that she was under the water. I felt the spray explode off her skin, scattering across my chest and face in a gentle rain.

One of her hands continued to stroke gently, keeping my pulsing manhood rock hard. I resisted the urge to grab my girlfriend by the shoulders and push her up against the wall, spreading her legs and fucking her into oblivion. That wasn't what she wanted... I reminded myself. I had to let Julia take lead when it came to sex.

A sudden vision flashed across my mind.

Natalie, her blonde hair dark with moisture, the brunette highlights less obvious as her head fell back. Her lips were parted in a low moan as I slid inside of her, my cock spreading apart her pussy and fitting perfectly into her tight, teenage tunnel. Water streamed down over her shoulders, into the valley between her big, bouncy tits.

I tightened my jaw and shoved the thought away. No. No more. Never again.

I ignored the sliver of doubt and the snide voice that muttered. We'll see...

Not for the first time, I cursed Derick. That man had single-handedly screwed over my sex life. I was immediately ashamed for having the thought.

Then, I realized that my girlfriend was standing up on her toes, her lips fluttering kisses along my tight jaw. "This..." Julia's voice was a gentle murmur as her hand stroked up and down my length. Her lips brushed across the edge of my ear and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Is makeup sex..."

Her fingertips were on my throat and then spread out across my shoulders. I felt her weight as she leaned up onto me and my hands naturally fell onto her hips.

She wiggled her body, coming closer, and I got her unspoken message.

My hands slid over and around, cupping her tight ass. With a grunt, I lifted her into the air and her long legs wrapped around my waist. I half-turned, spinning her and pinning her against the wall.

The shower pounded down on both of us now, hot and hard and wet. I shook water from my eyes. "You sure you want this?" My voice was low and hard, the tension obvious. I was holding myself in check, but barely. My body strained, begging me to let go. I didn't want to hold back anymore.

I felt my cock straining, just inches from sliding up and into her body. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly I could almost taste it.

Julia's eyes were wide and hot on mine. "Yesss... Ohhh..." The word turned into a sigh of pleasure as I pressed her back against the tiled wall and thrust, sliding inside of her.

Her entrance was slippery with water and the heat of her arousal, so there was almost no resistance as I pulled back and thrust again, grunting. I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing her hard. She groaned, her body trembling. Her pussy was hot and welcoming, squeezing tight around me like a glove.

I'd forgotten how good it felt to be inside her, our bodies moving in unison as I fucked my gorgeous girlfriend like my life depended on it. My muscles were tight and I could feel her clenched muscles as well beneath the smooth, supple skin.

"That's right, Mitch..." she murmured. Her breaths were coming faster, her breasts rising and falling

I lifted my head. "You like that, lover?" My own words were husky and deep, barely above a whisper.

"So good... Just like that... All better now..." Her head fell back against the wall and she arched her spine, offering her tits up to me.

I kissed across her collarbone and then my tongue was lapping at a nipple, my lips circling around and sucking gently. I let my teeth gently brush across the small, tight pleasure bud and Julia gasped.

"Ohyesbabyyy..."

My tongue lashed at her breasts and I continued to thrust, my arms burning as they began to register her weight. I didn't care. My core was tightening, my thick pole splitting my girlfriend's willing body in half as the steam and hissing water filled the air around us.

I could barely think, only the bright flashing pleasure filling my mind and the release of finally being able to—

Julia came, suddenly, her head falling forward like her body was curling in on itself. Her mouth latched onto my neck with one long, hard kiss, and I sucked in a quick breath through my teeth at the brief jolt of pain.

That's gonna leave a mark. And I felt a flash of satisfaction before it was whipped away by my own surging pleasure. My body was building, the tidal wave barely held back. My fingers were massaging her tight, round ass, my cock pistoning in and out of her core like a jackhammer.

I was moving faster and faster now, not even giving her a second to recover as I sped toward my own climax.

Her breath was quick on my skin and I imagined I could feel her beating heart as I held her to my chest.

I grunted, emptying myself into my girlfriend's desperate, waiting body. My cock spasmed, unleashing my load. I painted her core with my seed, letting out a soft moan as my body arced and pressed Julia's back into the wall one more time.

Her legs tightened around my hips, her body shuddering with the aftershocks. "Yes... yes... yes... Just like that, lover..." The sound of her murmuring voice brought me back to reality.

I didn't want to come back.

I closed my eyes and fell back into the pleasure, the darkness shattered by flashes of ecstasy as I leaned against the wall. I slowly pulled back, my hard pole drooping as I slowly

I felt her slim body brush against mine, her own panting breath barely audible under the sound of the pounding water.

I wondered how long we'd been in here.

"God..."

I sagged sideways, leaning with one shoulder against the wall and feeling Julia's body pressed to mine as she stepped closer and wrapped me in a hug. "Good...?" she murmured.

Her skin was bare and smooth and slick with moisture. I felt her hard nipples pressed to my body. Her round, full breasts flattened against my muscular torso.

"Good..." I murmured back.

This is how things should be, I thought. This is how things will be... But even as I made the resolution, I felt a thick sensation of tarry regret rise to try and choke my throat. I swallowed around it, not wanting to acknowledge what I already knew.

It wouldn't last.