What's done in the dark
TW: this is a student x teacher story
The loud moans of the older woman always overpowered any other noises in the room. The older of the two said this would be the last time they met up, but even she didn't believe herself when she said that. She told herself that this had to stop if she wanted to try to keep things with her husband normal. She knew her husband loved her but, it was just something about the young woman that keeps her coming back when she said she wouldn't.
Maybe it was the younger women's charisma, she always knew what to say to get her to come back or even talk to her. Maybe it was the fact that she was with a woman, everyone knew that the 27-year-old was bisexual, but she had always been with men. Or maybe it was the inevitable fact that she was older than her, a whole 8 years older might I add. Though age was never really a problem for her. Hell her husband was a whole 6 years older than her.
If she were to be completely honest the older woman knew what they were doing was wrong, but she loved the fact that someone wanted her. Well okay it's not like her husband didn't want her, he wanted her so much to the point where they were there trying to have another kid. It's the fact that being with the younger girl was wrong because of the marriage that made her crave being with her even more. It was just something about the way her husband wanted her versus the way she wanted her. No, she knew there was something different in the way the younger woman wanted her. It was primal almost. The type of lustful stairs that made you hot and bothered just thinking about it.
Whenever it was time for their escapades to be over they would be trying to if not always trying to catch their breath. The air in the room would be fresh with the lingering scent of sex. When it all was over the older women would always try to leave, but without any fail, the younger of the two would always convince her to stay the night or until she was really ready to leave. She would never really admit it but she loved that the young woman wanted her to stay longer than she should, but like clockwork, she would always leave before 3:00 AM.
Her journeys home would usually consist of her stopping at the nearest Walgreens to get things to hide what had just happened from her husband, but she kind of felt a rush when she did it. When ever she was in the bathroom she would use her foundation to cover any marks that the younger woman might have left on her. She knew that if she ever was to careless and forgot to cover the bite marks and hickeys from her husband then... well she really didn't know what would happen but she wasn't trying to find out any time soon.
She never in her 19 years of living thought that she would become a cliche. She thought that professors only hooked up with their students in movies and on tv shows, but never could she have imagined that her life would be like those people in the movies. She was really doing it, hooking up with a professor, but what they where doing felt different. They started hooking up after she came in to get some extra help on her English, and when she left out she got a tutor. Everyone knew that the younger English professor￼ had it going on. Mrs.Heights, the lady who appeared basically out of thin air. The first time Vanessa saw her she was so consumed by her beauty that she forgot her name and keep in mind this was her professor, but for the whole rest of the day, she forgot the beautiful woman's name but not her face.
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