Being with Her (12 page)

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"What the fuck am I going to do?" I run my hands through my hair as I explain to Steve what happened in my office.

"Look, I know you love Paige and you're planning on marrying her. But maybe with her drama going on and now this little minx, you need to postpone awhile. Let everything blow over." He gulps down his beer.

"Fuck, I don't know, I just needed some time after what happened with her and then look what I ended up doing. I'm now no better. I'm not a cheater and Paige is plenty for me. Brittany just came along at a low point for me and I was weak." I finish my beer and raise it to ask for another. We're both getting hammered and I can't give a fuck. After several more rounds and multiple tequila shots later I stagger to the restroom to piss.

As I open the door to exit, standing against the opposite wall is Brittany. Fuck, she heard me tell Steve where we were going. I stagger out. "What are you fucking doing here?"

"Came to check on you. Been watching you get smashed with your buddy over there and thought you needed some help. Your buddy is passed out at the table." I try to look for Steve but can't even focus on where our table is. Everything is so blurry. Brittany wraps her arm around me and leads me through the bar. Once we're outside, she opens a door to a small compact car. I climb in and slump down. My head is spinning so I close my eyes a moment. "Where are you going? Hopefully not home to the soon-to-be wife. That would be awkward." She giggles.

"My hotel is right down the street." I point toward the sign from where she's driving down the road. We pull up and I thank her for the ride as I struggle to climb out of the little fucking car. She laughs as she comes around and helps me out. She reaches into my pocket for the door keycard. Once she locates the right room number we both stumble in. I flop onto the bed sprawled out. She disappears a moment returning without any clothes on. She straddles my lap. "What the fuck are you doing?" I slur.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She begins unbuttoning my shirt, opening it and exposing my chest. She runs her fingers up and down my abs stopping to palm rub my pecs. I grab a hold of her hips as she starts on my belt and pants. She climbs off enough to pull them down my legs, straddling me backward, putting her pussy right in my face. I grab a hold of her thighs bringing her to my mouth as if she's my dinner. She lowers her mouth on my cock sucking like a mad woman.

I moan as I can feel myself swell in her mouth. She pulses against my tongue as I fuck her. "Oh, Paige, this is so fucking good. You taste so good to me."

She pops me out of her mouth looking back down at me fucking her pussy. "I'm Brittany ... but the way you fuck my pussy you can call me whatever you want."

I bite her small bud as she screams out my name, sucking me into her mouth as I explode down the back of her throat.

I lay there spent, not able to move as I just watch Paige or Brittany she said move down my body facing away from me, trying to get my now relaxed dick into her pussy. I laugh ’cause I'm done. I can't even crawl under the covers as I pass the fuck out.

**

I wake the next morning, my head is pounding and as I open I eyes I realize that Brittany is on top of me pounding up and down on my cock. I'm hard as stone watching her tits bounce. She smiles, licking her lips. "Hey, baby ... Good morning."

I try to push her off but between her forcing her legs against me while she rides me and my weak hungover state I lay there and let her finish her ride. "You better fucking have a condom on my dick," I pant as I begin moving my hips to meet hers.

"You got one on ... plus I'm on the pill," she pants as she starts to shudder her release. After two more pushes I release, luckily into a condom.

What the fuck have I let happen? I fucked around on Paige now, although most of it wasn't my fault ’cause I don't remember really anything except moaning Paige's name last night. "What happened last night? I only remember bits and pieces. And where did you come from?"

Brittany laughs as she crawls off me, walking unashamed to the bathroom. She returns totally nude, standing there with her hands on her hips. "I fucking spiked two of your shots when the bartender walked away. I said that I wanted you and this was my opportunity." She walks over and straddles me again like it is the natural thing to do.

"What the fuck? Get off me." She laughs, grabbing my hand, pushing my finger into her sex.

She grinds against my fingers. "You can go back to your sweet new little wife or this can be yours. Better yet I'm not possessive I'll share. You can fuck me any time your pretty heart desires." I pull my finger out and she sucks herself off it. "I love all kinds of sex. You can tie me up, spank me, or fuck my ass. This can be all yours, Professor." She stands back up.

"Where's my clothes? You need to fucking leave." I get up and walk to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in. It feels fucking awesome. I hear the curtain open and Brittany climbs in behind me. "Get the fuck out."

"I need to shower too. I can clean you." She starts to lather her hands. She grabs my dick cleaning it as she strokes up and down. I moan as she lowers to her knees, sucking me into her mouth.

"Fuck, Brittany, that's enough ... STOP." She grabs my balls, massaging them. Soon I'm pulsing my release into her mouth and she sucks it up like a champion. I shove her head away and climb out. I dress as soon as I dry off. I grab my wallet and keys and start walking down the half mile to the bar from last night for my bike.

By the time I get back to the room, Brittany's gone so I lay down and contemplate what to do. I have to tell Paige. If she doesn't want me, my heart will be broken but she deserves to know I fucked around on her even if I was drugged. I close my eyes wondering why my life is so fucking messed up.

It's Saturday and Gavin has been gone since the letter arrived on Wednesday. We have only exchanged a couple texts in that time. He said he needed to think and cool off. He's checked on Addy a couple times. She has in fact asked, 'Where Gavin?'

I don't know how to make it right. I broke down and told Sarah what happened. She was upset I didn't tell her sooner and she feels bad for me ’cause Gavin won't talk to me. She said 'he just needs time' trying to understand how upset he is.

I get an text alert from Gavin.

Gavin-11:55am- Can I come home?

Me-11:57am - Of course. I love you.

Gavin- 12:01pm- Be there shortly

I pace around the room waiting for him to get here. The moment I hear the front door open, I run around the corner stopping in my tracks seeing that he looks horrible. "What happened to you?"

He shoves his hands in his pockets. "I had a really bad night."

"Okay ... care to elaborate?" I ask, waiting to hear what he's been up to.

"I need to tell you something, come sit down." I follow him into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

"Okay, talk." I rub my hands up and down my legs, nervous because he had me sit to tell me this.

"Last night I went out with Steve, you remember one of the guys from the bar the night I saw you." I nod. "Well, we had a lot to drink and toward the end I started to feel funny so I went to the restroom. When I came out Steve was passed out at the table and I was about to be when this woman came up and helped me out. I'm so sorry, Paige, but she took me back to my hotel room and fucked me. I tried so hard to stop but my body was so weak from the alcohol and drugs. I'm so sorry. After I woke from being passed out she told me she drugged us both and since Steve passed out first she left with me. I'm sorry ... I'm sorry." I have tears coming down my cheeks and he does too as he kneels before me crying with his head in my lap. I don't want to touch him but I instinctively pacify him, running my fingers through his hair. We sit there crying for what seems like hours until Addy wakes up from her nap running in to see 'her Gavin'.

I flip the TV onto some cartoons and have Addy sit in her new Elmo chair Gavin had gotten her for her birthday. Gavin lifts his head up and reaches up to wipe my tears as his continue falling. His eyes are bloodshot from crying and probably the drugs. "I love you, Paige. I'm so sorry I got pissed about the letter. Can you forgive me?"

"Who was she? I need to know." He cringes and looks back down to my lap.

"Brittany. She's from one of my classes. I swear I didn't want to touch her." He continues sobbing.

"Get her out of your class, I don't care how. You either have her withdrawn for following and harassing you or tell them you can't teach that time and have another Economics teacher take it. You hear me? I don't want you seeing her again. Did you at least use protection?" I say as my tears have subsided and now I'm just angry.

"I'll see what I can do on Monday. I promise. I love you so much, Paige. Yes, of course protection was used." He wraps his arms around my waist hugging me.

I love him too much to let go. "This better not happen again." I begin to cry again.

"It won't, I promise." He lifts me into his arms and carries me into our bedroom. He lays down behind me just holding me.

He kisses my neck. "I can't right now, Gavin."

"I know, I'm not trying, I just want to hold you for a few minutes." I can feel his tears soaking into the back of my tank top.

**

I feel like we're broken. Between what happened to me and what happened to Gavin, what else can be against us? We eventually get up and have some lunch. Gavin wants to do something all together so we gather Addy up and take her down to the park for a while. Gavin is so attentive to both Addy and myself. He runs around playing and chasing her while coming up to me to leave little kisses here and there. As I'm sitting there I notice a young girl on the other side trying to keep out of sight. I continue to watch how she watches Gavin playing with Addy. I casually get up and walk to her side of the park.

I recognize her from the time I showed up in his class. "You’re Brittany, right?" I say, coming up behind her. She whips around stunned that I know her name.

"Yeah, I know you?" She looks back toward where Gavin is waiting for Addy to slide down.

"Yeah, that man you’re watching? He's my fiancé. He told what you did to his drink and what happened. I'm not happy; in fact, I'm pretty pissed. You touch him again and I'll be touching you and not in a way you'd like." I say.

"Oh, yeah. Did he tell you how he touched me, too? He fucking liked it," she starts saying as Gavin sees us arguing, running over with Addy in his arms.

"Get out of here, Brittany. You're just trying to cause problems. I already told her." He wraps his arm around me turning us to walk away.

"I can be better for you. At least I don't come with baggage," she yells.

I whip out of his arms running straight at the bitch. I push her down straddling her while I continue to punch her in the face. I'm screaming things I don't even understand while Gavin pulls me away from a now slightly bloodied Brittany. I shrug him off me and storm toward his truck. I'm already sitting in it when he and Addy get there. He buckles her in and climbs in. He starts the truck, pulling out and knowing not to say a word.

I look over at him. "What? She's now following you?"

He shrugs. "I don't know, I’m going to take care it. I don't want you fighting like that; remember you're pregnant. I don't want you to get hurt." He reaches over and grabs my hand. "I only love you. It was a mistake that happened and I will be forever sorry."

I look at our fingers laced together and smile up at him. "I know. I'll be more careful. Are we going to be okay?"

"Of course, we'll work through this and in April you'll marry me and in August our new one will be here and the four of us will be a family and no one can tear us apart." He leans over to kiss my forehead as we sit at the light.

**

That next week at school goes smoothly unless you count the continuous advances from Doug. I've learned to just let him do his innocent flirting. But on Wednesday in class he leans over and whispers, "I heard your professor man has some pussy now at his new school."

I whip around, stunned he knows about her. "What are you talking about?"

He laughs. "You don't know that Mr. Professor had a hotel room and took a friend of mine back last weekend and fucked her?"

I can't breathe. I jump out of my chair scraping it across the floor, causing the class to look in my direction. I run from the room out into the afternoon sun. I feel arms encircle me from behind. I'm crying as Doug moves my hair off my shoulder and lightly kisses up my neck to my ear. "Don't be upset, I'm here. I can take care of you." I haven't let Gavin touch me since he came back home and I just let myself sob in Doug's arms. He turns me around and grabs my face wiping my tears with each of his thumbs. "Don't cry." He presses his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I push back. "You can be with me now." He grabs a hold of my ass pushing his erection against me.

I push him away again. "NO! Just everyone leave me alone." I run across the courtyard to my car in the lot. I get in and pull out, stopping down the street in the Starbuck parking lot, crying my eyes out.