Spellman Ch. 08

Thursday, July 25th, 2013

Several different emotions immediately surged through me when I saw Riley standing there.

The first was, of course, surprise. Over the past week I had come around to the idea that I was simply just never going to see her again, so to find her in front of me now—not just a purely random encounter, but to find out that she was literally going to be my closest coworker for the next year—was beyond shocking.

The next was lust. Damn, she looked good. It's not like she was dressed to kill—she wore a conservative blue and purple floral pattern dress that went down to her mid-calf, with red flats—but even in her schoolteacher getup she was undoubtedly beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a single braid, showing off her long, graceful neck, which immediately sent my mind back to our night together as I recalled the sounds she made when I kissed her there.

After the lust came the pain. Objectively I knew how silly it was to have been so broken up over a one-night stand, but this girl had hurt me, hurt me in a way that I had never experienced before. Yes, there was much more emotional pain when Tori ended our relationship after three years together. The ache of slowly coming to realize that Amanda—the woman I had decided I was going to marry—was not, in fact, the right person for me was a deeper, more fundamental hurt. But Riley had hurt me in a way that felt like the emotional equivalent of Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown. Not in the "here we go again" sense of it, but like I had been excited about something and then before I even realized what had happened it was gone and I was flat on my back wondering why my head hurt and my vision was blurry. Whatever the reason, I had felt something strong in my short time with Riley, and then she had disappeared. She had given me quite the emotional gut-punch, one I had just started to feel like I was recovering from. Seeing her in front of me now had all of that pain rushing back and hitting me right in those sore spots again, reopening the wounds.

Then came the confusion. My brain was whirring and heating up like an overclocked computer trying to process everything I knew about Riley alongside everything I knew about Miss Jackson and somehow combine them into the woman I found standing in front of me. Riley was fun, funny, full of life. She had come out to meet me at a bar and ended up in my bed a couple hours later. The picture I had of Miss Jackson from Tori and Melissa was a woman who was quiet, reserved, and not very social. Riley had deliberately avoided us talking about our jobs when we met. I didn't have anything on my profile about being a teacher and hadn't mentioned it, and even if I had I definitely didn't say which school, so it wasn't like she knew we were going to be coworkers. She said she had a roommate, one who had helped her set up her own profile on the dating app. But I knew from Tori and Melissa that Miss Jackson had a serious, long-term boyfriend, one that she was, in their words "practically engaged to."

Oh shit. My pain and my confusion crashed into each other head-on and the resulting wreck came back to un-life as an enormous anger zombie. Miss Jackson has a boyfriend. Riley has a boyfriend. Well, at least that goes part of the way towards explaining her disappearance on Saturday morning. Now I wasn't even sure what I could trust from our time together. She certainly hadn't said anything about having a boyfriend on Friday night. I don't think it was even implied at all. What else had she been hiding or lying about? Sure, I hadn't come out and directly asked her "By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" but I thought that us both being single had been an assumed part of the deal when we met on a dating app and ended up in bed together. Did she actually have a roommate, or was that a reference to her boyfriend? Did they live together? If they were practically engaged then I would assume so—it's the twenty-first century, most people in serious relationships live together before they get engaged or married. But then that would mean her boyfriend had been the one to help her set up her profile on the dating app, which was an entirely different situation, one I wasn't sure improved or worsened my opinion of her actions on Friday night. For now I decided that either way it wasn't good, certainly not for me. Was this a game that she and her boyfriend played? Go pick up a guy, sleep with him, and then ditch him? Was it something less nefarious than that, just an open relationship but she decided to skip out for some other reason? Or had she actually cheated on her boyfriend with me? I'll be honest, I didn't like any of those options. Maybe they had broken up over the summer and Melissa and Tori just didn't know about it? That was the best case scenario, I guess, but she had still ghosted me.

Fuck, was her name even Riley? I had never gotten a last name on Friday, and I didn't know if she even would have been truthful about that, but given everything else at this point I wouldn't be surprised if she had used a fake name for our hookup. Jackson was obviously her real last name, but I didn't remember seeing anything that indicated a first initial. Maybe I should have taken the time to look more closely at the school website or the staff registry or something. Finding out Tori worked here was surprise enough, I guess, and I hadn't bothered looking at anything else once we reconnected. I didn't remember Tori or Melissa mentioning her first name, it was always just "Miss Jackson." Of course I wouldn't have had any reason to connect a Riley they mentioned with the Riley I had met on Friday night, but I was pretty sure that even hearing one of them say the name Riley would have triggered some sort of emotion in me that I would have remembered.

All of these thoughts and feelings ran through my head in roughly the first second of seeing Riley (if that was her real name). Thankfully my years as a high-level quarterback had trained me to process and react to changing situations quickly, so I recovered before she did. Riley—actually, let's stick with Miss Jackson for now, at least I can be sure of that—looked just as shocked to see me as I'm sure I had been to see her. She had looked up from her desk when Mrs. Mitchell introduced me and then froze, her jaw literally dropping. She stared like that for at least two full second before her nostrils flared and her eyes widened in what I recognized to be fear, or maybe even panic. I'm not sure if that was her natural reaction, or if she had noticed the flash of anger that I was feeling towards her.

Her fear made my anger retreat. Not fully, but it took a backseat for now. I absolutely hated that a girl could be afraid of me like Miss Jackson seemed to be. Hopefully it was just fear of having to give me an explanation for her behavior, and not of me somehow actually hurting her. I was a big guy and that could be intimidating, I never wanted to give a woman the sense that I would ever do something to physically harm them, so I decided to shove my anger down even further and take control of the situation. It wouldn't stay buried forever, I was sure of that, but I could at least keep it away for now. Besides, I needed to get a handle on this situation, hopefully before Mrs. Mitchell noticed something odd was happening between me and Miss Jackson.

I forced a smile to my face and strode across the room towards Miss Jackson, reaching out my hand. "Miss Jackson, it's wonderful to meet you. Mrs. Mitchell has told me some great things about you. I'm excited to be working with you this year. I'm Mr. Dillon. Ryan."

She allowed me to take her hand and shake it, but she was obviously still trying to process what exactly was going on. "Uh, yes...um...nice to meet you too, um, Mr. Dillon?"

"You can call me Ryan."

"Of course, um, yeah. Ryan. Nice to meet you. I'm Riley." A-ha! Well, at least she hadn't lied about her name.

Mrs. Mitchell laughed at Riley's awkwardness. "My goodness, Miss Jackson. I know Ryan's about as handsome as they come, but I don't think I've ever seen you this tongue-tied," she teased. She had, thankfully, missed the full range of emotions that Riley and I had each gone through and just took her reaction to be run-of-the-mill awkwardness around an attractive member of the opposite sex.

Riley blushed but recovered quickly. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, it's just that he reminded me of someone I know, it had me very confused for a second."

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you two met. I'll let you get to know each other. Have a great night, and I'll see you tomorrow," Mrs. Mitchell said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mitchell. Goodnight."

She walked out of the room with a wave. I turned back to face Riley. She was staring at the ground, avoiding looking at me. I stood there and watched her for a few seconds before she spoke up, still not meeting my eyes. "Ryan, I....I wasn't expecting to see you again."

"Yeah, no shit." My anger returned in full force and she shrunk back at the weight of my words as if she had been slapped.

She met my eyes this time, and I could see that hers were starting to water. "I'm sorry, I—"

I cut her off, "You know what, I don't think I even want to know." I turned on my heel and made for the door. My anger was really threatening to overwhelm me at the moment and I didn't want to say or do anything to make things worse. I was going to have to figure out how I would work with this woman for the next year and it wouldn't help to go off on her right now. Maybe I was overreacting, but getting hit with this surprise was more than I could handle at the moment.

"Ryan, please, wait!" I ignored her and continued out of the room. I barely remembered to stop and lock my classroom before storming off to my car. "Ryan! Wait!" Fine, you want to do this right now? Let's do it then. I whirled around, ready to go off on her.

My anger melted away immediately when I saw that it was Melissa chasing after me, not Riley. She stopped suddenly, eyes wide in shock when she saw how mad I had been. "What's going on? Why are you running out of here in such a mood? Were the parents really that bad?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, cutie." I really didn't want to explain to her what was going on. I couldn't. Not right now, at least. "No, most of them were fine. Just one person really pissed me off."

"What happened?"

I didn't want to lie, but I also couldn't tell her about Riley, so I settled on a half-truth. "One of the mothers didn't know about Mrs. White and was upset that I was going to be her daughter's teacher. She basically said she didn't think that I was good enough and then went off to complain to Mrs. Mitchell about the situation." Ms. Carrington really had pissed me off a bit, but nowhere near enough to get me going like this.

"Who was it?"

"Ms. Carrington."

Melissa nodded in understanding. "Oh yeah, she's a real bitch. Tori had Rosemary in her class last year and complained about her mom all the time. She said that Rosemary is a real sweetheart, though."

"Yeah, she seems like it." I took one of Melissa's hands in mine. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling great. I'm just gonna get out of here." I wanted to give her a kiss, but there were still plenty of parents and students in the parking lot. She could tell what I was thinking and gave my hand a squeeze to let me know that she felt the same way.

"Okay. I'm going to go find Tori and head home. I'll let her know you have Rosemary in your class, maybe she can give you some tips on dealing with her mom."

"That would be nice, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow, alright? I'm looking forward to having you over for dinner."

She gave me one of her megawatt smiles. "I'm looking forward to it, too. I'm more excited for dessert, though," she said, her voice dripping with sexuality. It had an immediate, physical effect on me. "Goodnight, Ryan, see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Melissa."

She turned to go, but then spin back around to face me again. "Oh! By the way, I really like your haircut. It looks great. I'm glad you didn't go with the mohawk."

I smiled at her. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." She waved and left to find Tori, leaving me standing at my car by myself.

As soon as she was gone I felt my anger at Riley returning. I didn't want to just go sit at my apartment by myself and stew in these feelings. I couldn't go to Melissa and Tori's place. I drove around the neighborhood in circles for twenty minutes to see if I could burn off some of this negative energy, but it wouldn't go away. I needed to do something, but what?

I parked on a side street and pulled out my phone.

I'll be at your place in fifteen minutes.

Ok.

Shifting into drive, I let my little sedan take off for all it was worth (not much). Fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, I was knocking on a door, which opened to reveal Tessa standing there in nothing but a set of skimpy blue lingerie.

"Well hello th—oh!" I stepped into her apartment and picked her up before she could even finish greeting me. I carried her towards the bedroom, the correct one this time, reaching one hand into her panties as I did so to find her already dripping wet. This girl could get horny at the drop of a hat. I shoved a finger inside her and she moaned before biting down on my shoulder. We made it to her room and I tossed her, not very gently, onto the bed. She looked up at me from her back, her eyes alight with excitement. I stepped towards her, unzipping my fly and fishing my already-hard cock out of my pants, not even bothering to undo my belt. Not bothering with her panties either, I simply pulled them to the side and then shoved myself into her into one hard, deep stroke.

"Oh. Fuck yes," she cried out. I fucked her hard, harder than I'd ever fucked anyone in my life, pounding her like I was trying to kill her with my dick. Rather than push back or tell me to stop, her cries only increased in volume and frequency. "FUCK FUCK FUCK YES DON'T STOP!" Tessa liked it rough, and I was happy to give it to her that way. I poured out every ounce of the anger and frustration I felt towards Riley and put it into giving Tessa the hardest, most aggressive fucking I could. I felt her pussy tighten as she had her first orgasm, her juices flowing out and covering the front of my pants. Without slowing down I rammed into her again and again as she came. Her second followed soon after, and then a third. I lost track of how many orgasms she had as they all began to come closer together until it was just one long continuous sensation. Tessa was by far the most responsive sexual partner I'd ever had. On one level I was glad she was enjoying this, but deep down it didn't really matter to me. All that mattered was that she had a wet hole for me to fuck my feelings away with. So fuck I did.

I'm not sure how long it took—long enough for Tessa to have several orgasms, at least—but eventually my own release arrived and I came, hard. She cried out once more as she felt it before I collapsed on top of her, my shirt soaked in sweat and my pants wet with her fluids.

"Holy shit," she said, once she had caught her breath.

One thing was for sure, I certainly felt a lot better after that. It was like all my anger had flowed out of me as I came. My heart was pounding but my head was clear. "Sorry about that, I needed to work some things out."

Tessa laughed. "Slap my ass and call me a therapist, you can work out whatever you want with me if you do it like that."

I heard clapping from the doorway and turned my head to see a voluptuous black girl standing there. "Bravo. That was quite the show." She was wearing nothing but a pair of lacy yellow underwear that looked soaked all the way through, the bright material contrasting beautifully with her dark skin. This girl was incredibly fit, just like Tessa, but absolutely stacked with breasts that seemed one hundred percent real, unlike her roommate. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them.

"Ryan, this is my roommate Serenity. Serenity, this is Ryan."

"Nice to meet you, Serenity," I said, quite awkwardly. I was still fully dressed except for the fact that I had my dick out. Well, out of my pants. It was still inside Tessa. I pulled out of her and rolled over onto my back, exposing my spent cock to Serenity. She eyed it hungrily.

"Tess sure made a mess on those slacks of yours. Why don't you take those clothes off and I'll throw them in the wash? I should probably wash these too," Serenity said, slipping the yellow panties down her legs. "Tess, you want me to wash yours too?"

"Sure," she said, lifting her legs up and pulling her underwear off as well before tossing them to her roommate. Then she rolled off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

I stood up to remove my own clothes. I tossed my tie and my belt onto the bed. Serenity just stood there and watched as I undressed, casting appreciative glances at each new part of my physique that was revealed. She picked up a robe that was on the floor next to her and put it on before walking over to take my clothes from me. "I'll be right back." She left the room and I heard the front door open and close.

I stood there in Tessa's room, by myself, fully nude and not sure what to do. For now, I decided to just sit on the bed and wait. How was I supposed to feel about this whole situation? Is this something I should tell Melissa or Tori about? Melissa had made it quite clear that we were not an exclusive couple, and while Tori and I hadn't had that conversation I was pretty sure she felt the same way. I really had needed to blow off some steam after running into Riley at the school, but part of me was already starting to feel guilty about how I had treated Tessa. Sure, she seemed to enjoy it, but did that make it okay? Her pleasure was merely a positive side-effect of me working out my anger and frustration through sex—it wasn't something I had cared about at all, it just happened to work out. What if she hadn't been enjoying it? Would that have mattered to me in the moment? Obviously (well, hopefully) I would have stopped if she had said to. But if she didn't say anything even though it was clear she wasn't having a good time? I didn't like that I wasn't sure how I would have responded to that.

I heard the apartment door open and shut again and then Serenity reappeared in the doorway. She slipped out of her robe, leaving her completely naked, then she came to sit down next to me. "Tessa hasn't stopped talking about you all week, and I can see why. You two were so fucking hot together." She placed a hand on my thigh and started slowly running her hand up and down.

"Uh, thanks. Yeah, she's a lot of fun."

"So what's a girl gotta do to get a turn?" My cock had started to wake back up and she let her hand wander to it, gently stroking me to assist in its recovery.

"Is that cool, you know, with Tessa? You guys are roommates, I don't want anything to be awkward." Serenity was smoking hot, and I certainly wouldn't mind having sex with her, but I had just gone full force with Tessa and my feelings were still all mixed up.

"Oh it's totally cool, Serenity and I have shared guys before," Tessa said, returning from the bathroom wearing a robe of her own. "Besides, you really wore me out there. My poor pussy is going to be sore for days."

"I'm sorry, Tessa, I didn't mean-"

"Don't be sorry! It was great! I'm just going to be out of commission for a bit. I can just rub myself and watch you with Serenity instead."

Serenity licked her lips and looked into my eyes as she continued stroking my cock, now nearly fully-hard. "What do you say, big guy? Want to take me for a spin?"

Why the fuck not? "I think I'd be an idiot not to. You're gorgeous."