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“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull. You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“See?” She tensed up. “You’re not telling me what to do, like most men would. You’re asking me what I want. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s romantic!”

“The question still has to be answered,” he said. “I love lying here on you naked, but we have to get up at some point. I need to know what to do in the future.”

“I’m going to try to be logical about this,” she said. “I’m as regular as clockwork. Ten days from now I should start my period. The fact that you have inseminated me numerous times while I was ovulating will, hopefully, change that pattern and I won’t have a period. If I do have a period, then roughly sixteen days after I start it, I should be ovulating again, and I’ll have another chance to become pregnant.”

“So, twenty-six days from now is when my ... um ... services might be needed again?”

“Logically, yes,” she said. “The problem is, I don’t think I can be logical about this for twenty-six days.”

“I have to admit I’m kind of glad you feel that way,” he said.

She pushed him off of her.

“You just want to get your rocks off,” she accused.

“And you just want to get laid,” he said.

She rolled to drape one arm over him.

“Nice try, Buster, but you don’t just lay me. You make love to me.”

“And I don’t get my rocks off. I donate them to a worthy cause,” he said.

She laughed and said he was full of shit.

So he started kissing her and they engaged in an hour of pre-intimacy.

When he got stiff again, she got on top of him and sat upright as she moved, slowly. They were, technically, having sexual intercourse, but it wasn’t conventional in the sense that either of them were trying to have an orgasm. This came about, in part, because once she was impaled, she said, “We’re going to have another English lesson.”

“I’m all about that,” he said.

“I want you to conjugate the verb Bleep,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Begin with present tense.”

“We’re banging,” he said.

“Wrong,” she said, firmly. “Begin with present simple tense.”

He had to admit he didn’t know the answer. She recited it for him.

“Present simple would be: I Bleep, you Bleep, he, she or it bleeps, and we Bleep.”

“I said we were banging,” he said.

“No, you said, ‘We are banging’. That would be present progressive tense. I asked for present simple. You should have learned this in middle school.”

“I’m not sure I remember anything from middle school,” he admitted.

“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”



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“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”

“I am banging,” he said.

“Excellent. It always goes I, you, he, she or it, and we. So what would be next?”

“You are banging,” he said.

“Good, go on.”

“He, she or it is banging, and we are banging.”

“There you go. That’s how you conjugate in present progressive tense. Next time I tutor you, we’ll look at past tense.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually teach me,” he said. He reached for her breasts and slid his hands all over them.

“If I actually teach you something, then my remuneration doesn’t feel so ... slutty,” she said.

“Has anybody ever spanked you?” he asked. “I mean since you were eighteen?”

“No, of course not,” she said.








Bobby wasn’t doing much better than Princess, though his mental machinations weren’t as complicated as hers. He’d never had a serious girlfriend. He had no idea what love felt like. All he knew was that he wasn’t having any fun at all because he didn’t get to see Princess. He got to the point where he bargained with some anonymous power, saying they didn’t even have to have sex if he could just spend some time with her. He wanted to look at her, clothed or not. He wanted to talk to her, about important things or not. He just wanted to be near her and hear her voice.

That said, his mind kept replaying scenes from his memory where she was naked, and they were making love. The memories were vivid, at least the later ones. He still had difficulty remembering the first time in detail. That time was a big ball of bright light that felt warm and luscious, but that was all.

He wasn’t stupid. He thought about how cool it would be to live with Princess, to be able to sleep with her and wake up and have breakfast and all that. But he knew that would never happen. He recognized those thoughts as fantasies. It was enough that she was doing what she was doing.

He hoped she wasn’t pregnant. That would require her to spend more time with him, both in bed and not.

He was also distracted, but young men are often distracted by thoughts of women, so this wasn’t anything new.

He functioned pretty well, all things considered.

Bobby’s phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. It said, “Lovelyn”.

“Hey!” he said, happily, after swiping the green button. “I thought you weren’t going to call me.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.





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“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.

“No. Not exactly. We just need to talk. I’ll see you in two hours, okay?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be there.”

Princess was a strong woman, in most aspects. She’d grown up in a family with three brothers and a domineering father, so male chauvinism was no stranger to her. She’d had to pay her own way through college. Scholarships had helped, but she’d also worked two jobs, until she met Bayo and he married her. She’d finished her last year while married and he had used his authority to hire her as a substitute.

She wanted a full time teaching job, but he convinced her that subbing would give her valuable experience and help her avoid common pitfalls new teachers face. She was pretty sure that was bullshit, now. Bayo didn’t want her in school all day, where she might get hints of his extracurricular activities with high school girls who were vulnerable to his tactics. Had he been blackmailing high school girls for sex when he met her? Had he been raping high school girls the entire time they were married? She knew about four, but how many more victims were there?

She had been saving herself for marriage when she fell in love with Toby. Convinced that they’d be together forever, she had given her virginity to him. She’d had a few flings with college boys, but nothing worth writing home about. She didn’t think of any of that as “mistakes” in her life. They were just decisions that hadn’t worked out.

The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.




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The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.

Bobby Alashe, on the other hand, was a complication which she had no idea what to do about. Part of her mind had settled irrevocably on making Bobby the father of the child that was a firm part of her revenge on Bayo. Just sending him to prison wasn’t enough. She had to flaunt a baby in his face, and she had to be able to hiss, “The father is Bobby Alashe!” So she had to keep Bobby in her life, at least until she was sure she was with child.

Another part of her quailed at the thought of keeping Bobby in her life. That part recognized that her attraction to him would only grow, flower, and get further out of control. She couldn’t afford to fall in love with Bobby, assuming she wasn’t already in love with him.

Her mind still warred about that. She discounted her memories of Toby. She told herself she was too young, back then, to know what love really was. Her memories of those feelings were also vague and misty. She wasn’t sure what romantic love really felt like.

She wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by meeting with him. Her subconscious mind had convinced her, though, that it needed to happen. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him. She just knew that she needed to convince him that everything had to be unromantic ... needed to be practical ... should be detached.

What she was actually trying to do was convince herself.

She got there half an hour early and then sat, practicing saying things like, “We’ve had fun, but that’s all it was, all it can ever be. You know that, right?”

She was anxious, and bored. People occasionally walked past the car, on their way to the side entrance to the mall. They looked so normal, going about their day without a care in the world. Nobody paid any attention to her. She felt invisible, like she was floating above it all, watching others live their lives.

Then his car pulled up next to hers and her heart leapt in her chest. Within seconds her pulse went from sixty-five beats per minute to a hundred and twenty. He turned his head and smiled at her and she felt her shoulders sag as she went weak. He got out, closed his door and opened the passenger door of her car. She felt the vehicle dip as he sat down. She smelled his presence.

Everything fled from her mind as the truth hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was too late. She was already in too deep. There was no evading it.

She was in love with Bobby Alashe. Instinct shouted it at her. She had gone to the edge of the cliff to see the view, and the edge had crumbled under her feet. Helplessly, she had fallen hard.

It hadn’t been instant, like falling off that cliff. It had happened in slow motion. But it had only taken a mere week’s time for her to fall.

“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.




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“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.

“You look good,” he said, still smiling.

Her heart thumped. Her nipples tingled.

It took fifteen seconds of further silence before she saw his smile become a frown of concern.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he find out what we were doing?”

She forced out a simple, “No.” That tiny amount of movement allowed her to move more and she inhaled deeply. She realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well, something’s wrong. I can see it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her planned speech was nowhere to be found.

She saw impatience on his young face, but then he calmed. He just sat there. It was obvious he was waiting, giving her time to say whatever she was going to say.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” she blurted.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I like you,” she moaned.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you, too,” he responded.

She felt an upwelling of something luscious inside her. It was almost like an orgasm, but not nearly as strong. It was warm, though, and filled her with a sweet sensation that made her instantly Hot.

“I think I love you,” she groaned.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to push him away, not confess how she felt.

Bobby sat there. Her confession started a chain of events in his mind that spanned a light year, but took only seconds to travel. The most advanced super computer could not have processed the information faster. Data was crunched and the output was simple.

Her being in love with him was strange ... but fine. He might feel the same way about her. Deciding that might take a little longer, but this ... was not a problem.

“Okay,” he said. “What does that mean?”

The decided lack of romanticism in his response cooled some of the warmth that had flooded through her. Her mind was loosed and she was, quite suddenly, back in control. The circumstances had changed, though, and her approach adapted as well.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”




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