Chapter Six

Kevin

I have never whistled while driving, but I did today. I guess what they say about how falling in love changes you is true. Although, I'm unsure of what to call this fine feeling between Rochelle and me. Something in me yearns to claim her for myself and never let her go. Every moment I've spent with her, in bed and out, has been incredible … mind blowing, even. It's only been a few days, but I have discovered things that I love so much about her: she's thoughtful, kind, and so intelligent. I can't stop thinking about her, and she invades my thoughts every hour of every day. I count down the minutes before I know I'll get to see her again. I feel as though I'm being tortured when I'm not with her.

I park my car and look at my watch. It's 10 am. Right on time for a class I have with 2nd year psychology majors. I head towards the lecture theater and spot Rochelle in the hallway, on her way to my class, talking and laughing with a guy I don't recognize. I immediately feel jealous. I know they're probably just friends, but seeing her talking with a young, handsome man around her age makes my body fill with rage. This isn't a feeling I'm familiar with.

I increase my speed and walk towards them. Rochelle turns and looks at me. A huge smile spreads across her face. She's so beautiful. All I can think about is ripping her clothes off and having her right there in the hallway, claiming her as mine and making sure everyone knows it. She discreetly winks at me and enters the theater. I walk in and find the students settled in their seats. Rochelle is in the front row and wearing the same blouse I tore off her that night at Fenway Park. I stifle my hard dick and mount the podium, grateful for the covering of the wooden pulpit.

"Hello, everyone. Um … we'll be talking about something very interesting today. I know you are all familiar with the nature vs nurture problem regarding human behavior. However, we'll be talking about it more specifically regarding criminal behavior."

I do my best to teach while stealing glances at Rochelle. She occasionally smiles at me, and it takes a massive strength of my will not to reach out, grab her and fuck her over this podium.

I end the class, and the students file out. A sigh of relief threatens to escape my mouth, but I push it down as I watch the students leave.

"Accompany me to my office, Miss Mason." I hurriedly leave the hall and walk to my office, my boner getting harder and harder with each footstep. Rochelle follows behind me.

I open the door and step aside for her to enter. Rochelle and I reach for one another as soon as the door is closed and locked. She pushes me against the door, kissing me hard on my mouth. Her books fall to the floor. I pick her up and set her on my thick mahogany table. I press her close and kiss her like the starving man that I am. It's only been a few hours but I can barely function when I'm not around her. Everything is a blur when she's not in sight.

"Not here," she whispers. I can see the worry on her face.

I could deny her nothing. I grab my keys, and we leave my office together. The way I raced home ought to have earned me three speeding tickets, but I didn't care. All I could think about was having Rochelle. She's become an addiction that I can't do without.

I park the car and we head purposefully to the house. As soon as we're indoors, I grab her again and begin to kiss her while hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse. We walk into the living room, still undressing one another and giggling. I set her on the lush sectional and spread her legs. Removing her panties, I bend down and bury my tongue inside her while she grabs the sides of the chair, gasping. After I've had my fill of her, I get up and sit on an armchair.

"Come here," I say to Rochelle, who looks completely bemused. I unzip my pants and bring out my rigid, throbbing member.

Rochelle promptly obeys and comes to kneel right in front of me.

"What do you need … Sir?" I quietly gasp at the sound of her words. Rochelle looks down at my cock and back up into my eyes. She has a glint in her eye that tells me she wants to suck me just as much as I want her to.

"You know what I need … Miss Mason …"

She begins stroking my cock gently with her hand. She starts to lick her lips and smiles up at me.

Oh, she knows what I need. Fuck, I can't take much more of her teasing.

I guide her red mouth to my hardness and push slowly until I'm deep inside her pretty little throat. The sight of her sucking hard and deep, and twirling her tongue around my dick drives me into a frenzy.

"Harder, Rochelle. Suck it like it's all yours."

She then takes me deeper into her mouth, and I keep her head in place with my hands while thrusting in and out of her. She hungrily sucks my hard dick until I feel as though I'm about to explode.

"Uhh … damn it, Rochelle," I groan as she swallows my load. She takes every last drop of my seed into her mouth, leaving me panting like I just ran a marathon. She continues to play with my dick, running her tongue over the shaft.

"Ohh no," Rochelle gasps as she suddenly raises her head. I watch the color drain from her face as she grabs one of the throws to cover herself.

"What the hell?!"

I turn sharply to see Amy standing in the doorway, with her bags beside her. There's a mortified look on her face. I quickly put on my pants as I try to salvage the situation.

"Amy, I'm so sorry …"

"I don't want to hear it, Dad. I feel disgusted. And you," she says, turning to Rochelle, who's bawling her eyes out. "I guess you finally got what you wanted, didn't you? You finally got banged by the professor!"

"No … no, Amy, you don't understand." Rochelle tearfully tries to explain.

"Don't you dare say my name. I knew it was your lifelong dream and fantasy, but did it have to be my dad? You're my best friend, for fucks sake!"

"No … Amy, please listen ... "

"Amy … –"

"Stay out of this, Dad! Rochelle Mason, we are done. Do you understand? I want you to leave. I can't even look at you."

"Amy … "

"Please, Rochelle … just leave!" Amy insists angrily. Rochelle runs upstairs. I run after Rochelle as she storms into her room and begins to pack her bags.

"What are you doing?"

"It's best I leave, Kevin."

"You're not going anywhere, Rochelle. Just wait here while I talk to Amy."

"I can't … I'm sorry Kevin … maybe this shouldn't have happened … I …"

"Don't you dare say that," I say, grabbing her. "What you and I have is not just some fling. You know it and I know it. I want to be with you Rochelle Mason. I'm in love with you." I let her go, afraid of the power of my emotions.

"Please, Kevin," she says with tears rolling down her face.

"Stay right here," I say and head downstairs.

"Amy, honey. I'm so sorry for what you just saw, but I care about Rochelle. I have feelings for her and …"

"No, you do not, Dad. She's just gotten your feelings all messed up. Rochelle has always wanted to lose her virginity to an older man. I just never thought she would pick you. It's just a fantasy for her dad."

No. No, it can't be. I freeze as I think back to all the times we spent together. It never seemed that way. The look on her face wasn't that of a woman who was only using a man. But what else could it be? What was I thinking? Would a hot young 20-year-old want anything to do with a boring 40-year-old intellectual?

I hear the back door close and realize it's Rochelle. I run after her but she gets into her car and drives off. I run after her for a long time and then stop, feeling bereft and empty. I think about every moment we spent together. Was it real, or was she just playing me? Even if what Amy said is true, it doesn't change the fact that I am in love with her. What we've experienced is real. I know she feels the same way. If she has been playing me, then I need to find her, look her in the eyes and have her tell me she doesn't feel the same way. Only then will I leave her be. But I won't rest until I've found her.

***

I get back home and I'm met with silence as I walk through the door. I head upstairs to look for Amy and I find Rochelle's room ajar. I open it to find Amy on the floor sobbing. I look to the bed where Rochelle and I spent many nights and my heart breaks. I go into the room and pull Amy up. I hold her in my arms and pat her back.

"I'm sorry you saw that honey."

"I didn't mean to make her leave. I just …"

I sit her down on the bed and sit beside her.

"Listen Amy," I take a deep breath. "I'm in love with Rochelle. I held back for so long because I kept on thinking about you. But I'm in love with her and she's the woman I want to be with."

Amy looked at me in shock.

"You really mean that?"

"Yes. I do. You want me to be happy, don't you? Well Rochelle makes me happy."

"I do want you to be happy Dad. I just didn't think … I was just so mad … Dad if that's what you want then … I'm with you … I just feel so bad about everything I said to her."

"I have to find her. And you're going to help me."