Adultery

Authors Note: It’s been a long time since I’ve written something and posted it. Please review the story after reading. I hope you enjoy what I’ve done so far.

It was mid afternoon on a Friday and Scott was sitting at his desk grading exams and reading papers. He couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing at one of the papers he was reading.

The assignment was to capture the meaning of being a mutant and the responsibility that came with it and this particular paper was not what Scott had in mind. It went on for several paragraphs on how “cool” it was to have powers and that the main responsibility was to not get caught using them to sneak into the girls locker room.

Scott was so dumbfounded with what he was reading that he didn’t hear the door to the classroom open. It wasn’t until the door closed and the clicking of the lock that Scott popped his head up.

“I take it you’ve heard?” Scott asked.

“How could I not, I am psychic remember?” Emma replied as she made her way across the empty classroom, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t sure what to say or how you’d react,” Scott answered.

Emma stood behind him, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Her hands gently moved around his chest and her lips brushed against his ear. Feeling her warm breath on his neck sent chills down his back and made his manhood start to throb.

“So where does that leave us?” she whispered softly.

“We can’t keep doing this forever,” Scott replied.

“That’s not what your body tells me,” Emma said, sliding her hand down his stomach to rest on the bulge in his pants.

“Emma please…” Scott uttered, as he grabbed her hand and removed it from his aching body.

“What’s the matter baby?”

Emma moved from behind him and sat down on the desk. She turned towards him and lifted her leg, placing her black stiletto clad foot on the desk in front of him. Her charcoal gray skirt buckled down to her hip, exposing her well toned thigh and perfectly trimmed womanhood.

“Don’t you want me?” she asked.

Scott couldn’t resist the temptation of glancing down at her. His head swirled with thoughts of pushing her back on the desk and invading her body. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his waist and hear her moan with pleasure as he drove himself into her.

He hated the power she had over him, but hated himself more for allowing her to have such power. Everything about it was wrong, the late night rendezvous, the excuses, the anticipation, the need, everything. The guilt he felt after every encounter was wearing thin and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep up this secret part of his life.

“You know I do…but I can’t,” he replied, tearing his eyes away from her inviting body.

“Come on Scott…”

Emma grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs. She was warm and damp, and he loved how she felt against his hand. The need to caress her and dip his fingers inside was unbearable. He wanted to feel her and taste her and make her scream his name.

His body ached and the bulge in his pants pulsated, begging to be freed. He wanted her in the worst way, but the one coherent thought that remained kept nagging at him to back off.

“I’m sorry, but it stops now,” Scott said, as he reluctantly removed his hand.

Emma glared at him, furious by his rejection. Never before had a man in Scott’s position resisted her seduction, especially a man like Scott. Before she came into his life, he was dull and inexperienced. If it wasn’t for her, he’d probably still be alone jacking off in his room to some vintage porn movie.

“Do you really think that little miss prim and proper is going to allow you to do half of the things we’ve done?” Emma snarled, as she pushed herself from the desk, “she’d probably take one look at your hard on and pass out from embarrassment.”

“Jean is not that naïve!” Scott exclaimed.

“You’re right, she’s probably an animal in bed from all of the dreams she had about screwing Logan,” Emma replied harshly.

“Get out!” Scott demanded, as he jumped from his chair.

“Fine, but when she can’t satisfy you the way I can, don’t come knocking at my door!”

Emma stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. Scott sighed heavily through gritted teeth and plopped himself back down in his chair. His hard on quickly faded and the lust he felt seconds ago was replaced with anger.

He knew she’d be upset, but he never figured that she would stoop to use the Logan card. Now, not only was he upset about how things ended with Emma, but with the image she left him with as well. The last thing he needed was to picture Logan having his way with Jean.

Frustrated, Scott grabbed one of the papers on his desk with hope that it would take his mind off of what just happened. Let’s hope for the student’s sake that his current mood doesn’t affect the grading or his class will be repeating it next year.