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Rachel

It took them some time to get dressed. Rachel’s blouse wasn’t functional as Eric had popped most of the buttons when he ripped it off her. They both giggled like teen lovers, trying to piece it together. Her bra wasn’t usable either so Rachel’s solution was to discard them both, borrow Eric’s shirt and wear her sweater over it. Her panties were shredded, and they giggled again when they both admitted they didn’t know how or when Eric had removed them.

They risked a kiss in the parking lot and went their separate ways. As the endorphins drained away, Rachel started to be a little fearful. She still felt incredible feelings for Eric and smiled to herself when she remembered she told him she loved him and would do anything for him. She knew she meant it at the time, but also had to acknowledge it was bit of a “heat of the moment” thing. Now she was trying to look at it with some detachment. She had the experience of falling in love with Thomas and that had been when she was in her teens. It had been in high school and secrets and passed notes and proms! It had been first kisses and first, well, everything! Even in college, they had to endure jealousy and break ups and getting back together, then eventually an engagement and wedding! This was something else altogether. She had never imagined she would cheat on Thomas although lately there had been signs that notion wasn’t necessarily mutual. No, this thing with Eric was something else. This was lust, at least today had been. She had never felt raw sexual desire like this before.

Rachel had to admit even that had changed recently as she found this young man more and more sexually appealing in ways she had never had with a student, or anyone for that matter. Sure, she had always liked Eric and would be lying to herself if she didn’t acknowledge she had noticed and admired the recent changes he had gone through. It seemed recently when Eric walked into the library, she could sense it without even seeing him and her physical responses had changed too. Now, as she re-played what happened, she started to wonder what those sensations were, how had she gotten so aroused? How had she thrown all her morals away and given in to her desires?

When she thought of Thomas, she realized she no longer felt the same about her husband. She couldn’t help herself as she compared Eric to Thomas and realized Thomas came up short in comparison, even at Eric’s young age. Eric was honest and sincere whereas Thomas had become deceitful and lazy. Thomas had been everything to her once, when he had been a little wide-eyed and ambitious in an innocent way. She realized their marriage was not what she imagined it would grow into or even, she had to admit, what she had imagined not even that many years ago. Maybe there was no future with Eric, but she just learned what kind of man she wanted, and she realized Thomas was not going to be that man. This was an epiphany to Rachel, and she felt a surge of affection for Eric all over again. She also felt freer, which made her feel guilt dissipating like a breeze.

The enormity of the risk she was taking also hit her hard on her drive home. She had just had sex with a student and even though there was no law against teachers and of-age adults in her state, she wasn’t positive she couldn’t be arrested. If discovered, she would certainly be fired and humiliated, and some would call her a predator. She knew that wasn’t what happened, but she was not so naïve to think many would look at it any other way.

Of all the things that flew through her mind on that brief drive home, as she pulled into the driveway, she realized none of it mattered. The epiphany was she knew she really did have feelings for Eric, even though she wasn’t completely clear on what those feelings were. Love? Lust? Desire? She even had to acknowledge she may just be in love with Eric’s big cock! She giggled to herself at that notion; he really knew how to use it too!

As she fought to keep herself from smiling, a couple of other thoughts toppled in on her-she knew she would forsake her vows with Thomas to be with Eric again. She even suspected, if Eric suddenly appeared and wanted her to kneel in front of him and suck his cock or fuck her doggystyle on the front yard in front of the neighbors, she knew she would comply, willingly, eagerly to feel him inside of herself, taking her like the slut she now knew she was for him. She was aware there was no request from Eric she would refuse; no risk she wouldn’t take to have him inside her again. The realization gave her great joy; more joy than she had felt in a long while. Her arousal spiked all over again. She felt like she had found a part of herself she didn’t know existed, but she also knew as dangerous as this was, she liked this part of herself, she realized for Eric, she would gladly be this new, sexual being!

She ran into the house, threw herself on the bed and pleasured herself reliving the whole experience. When she was finished, she showered and began to figure out how this was going eskort bursa to work.

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Eric

As Eric drove home, at first, he was trying to convince himself it had all happened! He was reassuring himself he had fucked Mrs. Williams…Rachel…that they had shared the most amazing thing in his life! Whatever had been happening with him physically, and for the first time he confronted that it was something different than just a sudden growth spurt, Eric seemed to have a clarity this was meant to be and Rachel was meant to be his lover.

Lover.

They were lovers now and he knew they would be again.

When he first met her in his freshman year, he was like every other one of his friends, in awe of her beauty and her kindness. Mrs. Williams was the teacher they all fantasized about, but his attitude towards her was immature, it was a teenage crush, she was unreachable. As Eric got to know her, their friendship grew past teacher-student, Eric felt more like she had become his mentor, someone he could rely on. Eric even felt some of the same things he felt for his sister, like they would always be a part of each other’s lives. He felt like she was protective of him, cared for him and he would defend her if he needed to. Being raised in a household of women, he respected her and could admire her for her caring and even her professionalism. She was a very good librarian and in the short time she had been there, she had been recognized for such. Eric realized she had become someone important to him, even disregarding what happened today.

Of course, Eric had observed she was sexy, and her body was “banging” as his friends said, but knowing her from working in the library he felt he was special to her because he knew her as more than just the hot librarian. Of course, he had stared at her amazing ass when she bent down to get something or admired her legs the few times he had seen her in shorts around town or at an event, or the few times some of her cleavage was revealed. But Rachel Williams had become his friend. Before today he assumed he would always know her, she would always be in his life someway. It was naive for sure, but that is what he had always felt.

Now it was different in the biggest way imaginable, “Oh my God, I just had sex!”

The revelation struck him like a hammer. They had made love! No, that wasn’t quite right, they had also fucked! THEY had fucked. He had just fucked the school Librarian! He had just fucked Rachel Williams, the hottest woman he had ever known! The faculty member every boy in school fantasized about!

He replayed the afternoon in his head, all of it. He came to another revelation about Rachel (He now found it easier to think of her as Rachel). He did have feelings for her that were different now. He felt responsible for her somehow, almost possessive of her, but those words still weren’t the perfect descriptors for his feelings. He found himself wishing there had been time to take it slower, to show her how he felt about her, but he felt they had been consumed by an urge that was a little out of both their control. He considered that must be the difference between fucking and making love. He smiled to himself as he re-lived it and felt a stirring in him again and excitement about seeing her again. They had said they loved each other, but was that true? Did he even know what love was? Would they marry? Oh my God, what would she tell her husband?

Did this make him a man now? His friends who had lost their virginity had either bragged or made jokes about it. He never understood why they would talk about it to their friends, some in very descriptive terms. These were girls he knew, and he always felt uneasy about their revelations. He found himself judging his friends more than the girls they were describing, especially if they described the girls as pieces of meat or something they conquered. His chain of thought led him to determine they weren’t really men, because they couldn’t handle the responsibility of being with a woman.

His grandfather had always stressed to him that one day he would become a man, and he would have new responsibilities and have to provide for others. His grandfather said he must be a gentleman to all woman, especially his mother and sister. His grandfather explained being a gentleman is more than holding doors, it was respecting women. One day his grandfather also explained there are lovers and there are fuckers. In the bedroom, there was a time and a place for both, and a real man learned how to figure out when a woman wanted one or the other. Eric couldn’t quite figure out what his grandfather was saying then, wasn’t sex just sex? Now, though, after the torrid events of today, he was beginning to understand what the old man was talking about.

He loved his grandfather, so he always humored him but deep down he felt the term “gentleman” seemed outdated and the idea seemed really old fashioned. His Grandfather’s notions always seemed like pep talk and he was never sure bursa eskort bayan what his grandfather told him would be relevant, even though he always respectfully listened. But as he thought about it now, he knew what his grandfather was talking about, and he felt like his grandfather had also been trying to tell him something significant. Eric and Rachel had fucked for sure, but Eric felt he should protect Rachel and to also be worthy of her. He made a mental note thinking he would have to go see him and ask some more questions, without revealing specifically who he was talking about. His grandfather would respect that as well.

The last thing he thought about as he drew close to home was these strange episodes he was having and why did this one culminate so intensely? Why had this one made him feel like he had been careening out of control until Rachel walked into the Headquarters? He had been nearly out of his mind and still did not have any better idea of why it started and why it seemed to be getting more intense. He also had no better idea why he felt better now than he had in months, though he had some idea that it was a result of the sex. What was happening to him? Was he some kind of freak? What was causing it?

As Eric pulled into his driveway, he knew he had a lot of questions, and he needed answers.

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Jennifer

When she came out of the restroom earlier in the afternoon, she went into the stacks to put some books back on shelves. She hadn’t seen Mrs. Williams when she snuck through the back door and was looking forward to working with her and maybe Eric when he came in soon.

Jennifer was coming out of the stacks and was about to announce herself to Mrs. Williams when she saw Mrs. Williams heading up the stairs. She was about to call out, but something made her stop. Mrs. Williams had a look on her face Jennifer couldn’t describe. Jennifer’s first thought was that something bad had happened. Mrs. Williams seemed…upset? Concerned? She didn’t know what she was seeing on her face. Her eyes were wide, and she seemed to be breathing heavily. She seemed to be in a hurry up the stairs, but kept breaking stride and pausing as if she was in pain? Jennifer couldn’t quite describe it.

Mrs. Williams was her favorite faculty member, and she felt like she wanted to be the type of woman Mrs. Williams was when she grew up. Strong, smart, able to move through life gracefully. As drop dead gorgeous as she was, Mrs. Williams was always so nice to the students but could stand her ground when some obnoxious student was either causing trouble or trying to awkwardly perve on her. Jennifer felt she wanted to have that confidence, but it always seemed to elude her.

She wasn’t just one of her favorite faculty members, she was probably one of her favorite people. Mrs. Williams had always been kind to Jennifer and let her take refuge in the library, guiding her to books that she would like and more importantly, be influenced by and learn new things. Mrs. Williams was all the things Jennifer wanted to be-smart, savvy, stylish, and influential, not to mention so amazingly beautiful. Mrs. Williams always had grace and style while being friendly and caring.

Her own divorced parents were mostly absent and inattentive to Jennifer. Her father had moved to a different suburb and since the divorce he had been an unenthusiastic parent, to say the least. Her mother had thrown herself into her real estate business with the excuse she was a single, working mother who had to provide, but that wasn’t really true, both her parents made plenty of money. It took some time for Jennifer to realize the narrative about being a single, working mother probably played well with clients. She knew it was a good way for her mother to let single male clients know she was available. Jennifer could not wait to graduate and leave her own house and get on with a life she was certain would be better than the one she grew up with since the divorce. Her parents weren’t abusive; Jennifer had figured out they just weren’t the type of people that should have had kids. They just weren’t capable of being like Eric’s Mom, Carol, who was a great mother to Eric and his sister Brie. Carol and Brie were other women Jennifer admired, which wasn’t that hard to figure out, she spent as much time with them as she did at her own home, even when Eric wasn’t there. Over the years, she felt in many ways like Carol and Brie were more like her a mother and sister to her, which she realized made Eric more like her brother, but she dismissed that thought as too much to think about.

The only other person in the world she regarded more than Rachel Williams was Eric. They were next door neighbors, so they had known each other since they were little. Eric called her Jay, because when they were little, he didn’t know how to say Jennifer. He was the only one to call her by that nickname and she relished he had a pet name for her. Eric was also the only one she allowed to call her that. They had gone to school together through their whole lives and played when they were little and had sleep overs and Eric had been her protector when she was smaller than the other kids. They were the best of friends, and he could always talk to her and she to him, about anything! There was one thing Jennifer didn’t share with Eric. Jennifer was in love with Eric.

Eric was always kind to her, to everyone really, even though before he grew bigger and stronger, other kids weren’t always kind to Eric, and they certainly weren’t kind to Jennifer. They didn’t like that she was smart, and sometimes quiet, and a redhead so she was different. When she got braces and before her boobs came in, she was sure other kids hated her. Jennifer later realized that had a lot to do with their jealousy about her intelligence and her own hormones rolling around in her through puberty and her parents’ divorce, which happened at roughly the same time. It was Eric who first told her she was already beautiful to him because she was his best friend. He told her that in front of his mom and sister while they were playing Monopoly and she made an off-hand joke about having to be smart because she wasn’t beautiful. She knew Carole and Brie noticed the effect Eric’s words had on her, but she was too overwhelmed to care. Her loyalty to her quasi-adopted family was sealed that evening when both women agreed with Eric. Tears flowed from her eyes as she tried to decide whether that could possibly be true. Emotions were overflowing for Jennifer but Eric, his mom and sister just group-hugged her and held her and wiped her eyes and told her it was true. They made her believe for the first time in a while that she was going to be alright.

Later, he was the first to say she was going to be physically beautiful too and those guys were going to regret treating her badly. It turned out to be true too as she suddenly blossomed into the beautiful woman she was. Those boys who made fun of her learned not to approach her unless they wanted an earful of their past words to her. Eric laughingly told her one day that Jay was a person who could forget but not forget. She hated him for being right and didn’t speak to him for two days!

Eric was the first boy who gave her the flutters when she was figuring out boys might be something she should consider and by junior high, she was convinced Eric and her would grow up and marry, that they would always be together!

The problem was Jennifer couldn’t find the words to tell him how she felt despite the fact they shared almost everything else with each other. Eventually, Jennifer grew to believe she had so much love for Eric, and because he certainly cared about her, Eric would magically see they were destined to be together. By sophomore year, though, she was so smitten with him, she thought for sure she would be found out, as if it was a sign above her head flashing “Jennifer loves Eric! Jennifer loves Eric!”

That fear of being found out led to her to be more afraid to reveal her secret and before she even knew the term, Jennifer was in the Friend Zone, or at least the Best Friend Zone. She had to carry this secret with her even though nothing else changed about them. They were still best friends, they talked about everything else, they had no secrets otherwise. She had been the first to notice Eric was growing taller and filling out physically. Her desire and admiration for Eric only got more intense as he grew into this man.

Jennifer’s admiration for Eric was before he grew so tall and strong seemingly overnight, so she felt it was much purer than the skanks that seemed to want to be around Eric now that he was tall and muscular. She felt like she had found this treasure first and so it should be hers, not theirs!

It broke her heart when Eric went out on the few dates he went on, she would cry and be depressed, but she never said anything to Eric. Instead, she was supportive and tried to date a few times as well. It was no use because none of those dates could match up with Eric and how he treated her. She knew she wasn’t beautiful like Mrs. Williams, who was tall, fit and had breasts that were amazing, not to mention a perfect face and smile. But Jennifer was fit from soccer and gymnastics and her breasts weren’t large, but they were perky and sensitive. She knew her ass and legs were every bit as sexy as any other girls, and her red hair was thick and naturally curly. Her face was lovely, with dazzling blue eyes and ruby lips, and she got enough attention from other boys to begin to have confidence in her looks.

She always found Eric handsome, and his eyes were the most beautiful thing she felt she had ever seen, but as he grew and filled out, she not only found herself in love with him, but lusting heavily for him as well. She wanted Eric to be her first and only, but she masturbated to Eric more than she cared to admit. Lately, it seemed whenever she was around him, Eric made her wet and her eyes seemed to lose focus a bit. When she touched him, even innocently, it seemed like a shock went through her like static electricity. Jennifer even had thoughts that she was losing it; she got so horny around Eric. Lately, she felt herself get wet when she was in the same room with him!

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