Written By Phalen

My mind, body, and spirit were aloft the entire seven days it took for the following Thursday to arrive. I enjoyed life and I was speeding through my course work for the school. The students seemed to feed off my energy with equally great creativity. My morning time was taken up with the young elementary kids and my afternoons were with the older kids. With the little kids I was an entertainer but for the older ones it was challenge time for me and for them. My brightest and most talented students had a collective class together. Amy Mayweather, Sorsha’s 16-year-old daughter was among them. She had an eye for the fine arts. If it involved art she immersed herself in it. She and I would talk after almost every class and she would be drilling me for more challenges. I loaned her my book on world art and she has yet to give it back, but I know that she is putting it to good use by what I can see in her improving talent. I could almost pick out the artwork and artists who have influenced her the most by her work. I was in the middle of planning the class field trip when I heard a knock at my classroom door. “May I speak with you, Ms. Terri?” Amy asked pensively. “Come in then and have a seat.” I answered as I shuffled away my graded portfolios. “ Well I just want to thank you for not…um…for not telling on me and Jake.”

She shifted in her seat slightly as she took on a posture not unlike her mom. My mind drifted for a second onto an image of Sorsha sitting in the antique chair. My attention refocused when Amy spoke again,” You are thinking about my mother aren’t you?” She said it so sweetly and innocently that it floored me. “ I…Uum I have no problems with you and Jake being friends.” I looked towards a wall picture and continued, “This old family verses old family feud is just plain silly and is not right to be inflicted on young people.” “Yeah your right but it is still such a strong fight between our two families that I dunno what I can do to keep Jake for too much longer.” She sighed with such emotion. How long has the Crofts and the MacAvoys been at this feud?” My eyes went back to her with renewed bravery. She had shifted her focus quickly to the books that lay on her lap as she seemed to struggle to find an answer, “Lets just say a very long time…It’s like a tradition between my mother’s side of the family and Jakes family.” The school bell rang to signal the end of study hall. Amy got up swiftly but just as she was reaching the door she paused and turn back towards my desk. “You have nothing to fear from me…You make my mother happier than I have ever seen her in my life and my father is hateful and horrible and very undeserving and you are everything opposite and you can go ahead and love her please…I understand and want nothing more.” And with that she dashed out. I sat at my desk so stunned that I barely could speak to Rolf when he walked in and asked when I was going to start teaching the class that had come in.

As school ended for the day I felt turmoil boiling in my stomach. With a deep sigh I headed over to the one place I dreaded going, and how ironic is it that is Mr. Mayweather’s litigate office. I will be dealing with the whole family today whether I liked it or not. I needed to submit some paperwork dealing with the new Cultural arts centre, and since he was chair to the committee that is overseeing it I had to deal with him. Our meetings were few and with very little interest with being in one another’s presence though neither of us let on to what we knew of each other. We were civil and professional…though little could be said about Margaret’s behaviour, which was very ice cold and snooty. Some days it felt like a Mexican stand off, but today I had one up on them when I caught them making out. His hands were well up her dress but this was no worse than the fact that she was leaving lipstick marks up and down his neck while sitting on his desk.

It was hell and hilarious at the same time. He was not happy at all about it and his jaw seemed to take on a whole new sharp shape as he excused himself from his secretary and took me to the meeting room. “I am sure that you are aware of the sexual arrangement in my marriage.” He said with a very dark urgent tone. “I sort of do…but please feel free to enlighten me.” I held a stare at him that made him straighten his back. “We have agreed to our pleasures separately. She has her thing I have mine and nobody need know anything about it.” He carried a look of disgust at me. “Sure sounds nice but than you seem to have a nicer end with having her social connections helping pave your career.” His eyes narrowed at me as I continued, “So what more does she get?” He crossed his arms and looked out the nearby window, “She gets to keep her little family secret in tact.” And with that he now held a look of evil satisfaction as he twirled a colour-speckled ring on his right thumb. I felt the hairs on my neck and arms stand on end. We parted from each other quietly.

I got outside and despite the sun’s cheery disposition I was feeling rain on my parade as my world started to look way to complicated than it needed to be. I was doomed though because I had no desire to escape. I wanted to win this battle that I seem to have unwittingly positioned myself in when Sorsha took me as a lover. Looking at my watch I decided to head to The Roguish Prince to ease my growing anxiety. I only had a few hours till my eyes would engage upon their muse. Stevie O’Flanders obliged me with a sneak sample of his latest secret concoction. It helped a little but the aftertaste left something to be desired so I chased it down with a Gin & Tonic which always seemed to smell and taste like a light floral fragrance to me. Gracie came over to check on me as she cleared my table area of glasses and my half eaten meal. The expression on her face said that she was concerned about me. However we both didn’t say much to each other except to comment about the weather turning colder and how her 13-year-old son, Liam was enjoying playing in the new school hockey team. I was quite proud of being the one who got the hockey team formed by submitting a request to the town council. I left Gracie and Stevie to their pub tending duties as I headed off reluctantly and maybe a little light-headedly towards my waiting apartment.

I felt bad and all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and sleep off my growing headache. That thought changed however when I reached my door to head in. I heard music or rather a singing voice. I paused my movements and listened. It sounded very melodious and rich. The singing flowed to me like a heavenly winged spirit and wrapped around my ears pulling me to the door. As I placed my key to the lock and turned it sadly the music stopped. I walked in to find Sorsha gazing at her nearly complete portrait that sat slightly revealed on my easel. She seemed to be in a trance as her right hand gently played with the small silver locket around her neck. She quickly brought her attention to me as I brought myself into the room with a look of trepidation. Thoughts that weighed on my mind and shoulders had to be told to her honestly and I really did not want to break her current happy mood.

“Your rather early?” I said placing a fragile smile on my face. She walked over to me with her high-heeled shoes taping on the hardwood floor like a calming heart beat. Our eyes were engaged to each other and she took me gently into her arms as she began to dance to unheard music. Something inside me let my mind slip away from its goal. We danced slowly around the room as she began to hum sweetly a tune softly into my ear. It was like our personal secret song. I felt my whole being falling under her powers. I thought no more of the day’s troubles. I thought instead of how she seemed to say so much without speaking. She striped away my body’s weariness as she stroked my earlobe with her finger. She began to kiss me with lips that had passion and intent on getting their way. She seemed ravenous to have me give her everything that she desired of my body. She filled me with energy that shook my physical spirit that was wrapped up in her comforting arms. Tears came to my eyes as she removed her lips and sighed contently. Her face took in mine as she spoke, “What could be troubling you…I hope not me?” Her eyes took on a look of concern. “ I have … Umm…I have just had a bit of a rough day that’s all.” Omitting details I felt as though I was lying.

She stared deep into my eyes and then silently nodded acceptance with a look that seemed distracted. I walked away from her towards the portrait canvas. It held a sensually drawn outline of her form with a wash of colour that was waiting for the details to be fleshed out. With my back facing her I began to let my frustrated tears flow from my eyes. “I can’t finish this tonight.” I said as I struggled not to face her. “My mind just isn’t focused at all to work on it.” I covered the painting totally and let my hands hang at my sides defeated from their talent. “You have been working too hard and placing a lot of roles upon yourself.” She looked over at me, “What do you hope to achieve by trying to solve every town problem at once?” I turned to her with little thought to my wet face, “I hope to be the protector of something very beautiful, because I have found something that has brought my soul peace and happiness…I just want to be worthy to it.”

A small tear fell from her eyes and she came over to me and took my hands in hers. I let my passion fly to her lips. This time she trembled in my clinging arms. Her lips were so knowing and so loving of mine. We were both in heaven with each of our loving explorations. Her taste was like chocolate to me. I brought my fingers to rest upon her cheek as I nibbled at her lips and neck. I could feel the rasping of her turned on breathing from her tasty throat. She spread her legs as she attempted to bring herself further onto my body. We both were consumed again in a slow dance, but this time we were making our sexual cravings evident to each other. She began to pull me towards the bed as she wrestled with getting my sweater over my head. My chest heaved with anticipation and my bra seemed to bust forth with my curves and cleavage. She dove her hands and lips to them like they were saving her from being lost.

I let my head roll back as one arm held her to me and let my hand run fingers through her hair. She was rocking her body onto me and I was flooded with joy from it. I felt her rip off my bra finally as it fell to the floor. My breasts hung freely and she took a step away from me as her eyes gave a wild starved look. She pulled up her dress skirt and let her hand caress her crotch. Her hips swayed to her rhythm. I wanted to be totally naked for her and have her take it. She let off a sound from her lips that told me how much she was charged by me. I rushed to her and proceeded to fiercely strip her like she held a cure to my infliction on her body. Her dress seemed to be persistent on forcing me to take my time in undoing every small soft silk button to her blouse. She was delighted in my attention and whispered to me what she craved most from my touch. Finally our bosoms were kissing our flesh together.

My hands continued to drop her dress off her to the bare hard floor. Her skin was so soft and warm. She radiated such a sexual current that I seemed to loose my place. She pushed me down onto the bed. She had her high-heeled shoes still properly worn on her feet and the sight of that sent my mouth vocal with animalistic approval. She smiled down at me with mischievous play on her lips and in her eyes. She got down on her knees and had my covered puss in her rubbing hands. “I have so much to teach you tonight…I hope that you are ready for it” She said with her eyes darting to a bag by the table. Every part of me needed her like an addiction, and my wetness was growing so uncontrollably in my pants. I could smell it in the room as it mixed with her equally lusted moisture.

Soon her hands had me totally exposed to her as she unwrapped and freed me from my modesty. I loved watching her take control and attack me. My cloths now mingled with hers on the floor and she placed herself onto the bed gently tracing over my body’s warm areas with her soft pursuing touch. She began to sing a whispered song that had the feeling of deep emotion lost in a dream or wish. I stroked her hair between my fingers. With grace and speed she took my wrists and pinned them over my head as she straddled my waist. I grunted and felt her heated sex upon me. She laid down on top of me; my body took her weight gladly. Our faces were merged in tasty tongued kisses and she nibbled my lower lip. Her breath blew over me like mist over morning water. Feeling her hot pussy on me was happiness but even more so when she let her hips dance her feminine cove on me. It left wet kisses that I felt soak into my skin. We both voiced to each other our joy and naughtiness.

She whispered to me, “Yes indeed I think that you ARE ready….Would you like me to be your teacher?” I winked at her with a smile of delight. She let go of my wrists as she proceeded to head towards the bag that held her special surprise. “You are a mystery to my intrigued soul.” I admitted to her as I watched her pull out something wrapped in a silk scarf. To my shock it was a strap on sexual device of great shape. She cradled it in her arms as she brought it over to the bed. A look of sultry pleasure took to her face as she placed the item next to my hip. She then took the silk scarf wrapping and took hold of my obliging arms. I looked into her eyes as she tied my wrists together. Her lips placed their love to my exposed fingers and her passion grew as she sucked and nibbled them fiercely. I watched her with my heart pounding its quick tempo excitedly. “If I am your student…I hope that I am also the teachers pet as well.” Hearing that from me made her give me a look that expressed her aroused delight in my willingness to play along. She took the other end of the scarf and tied it tightly to the bed rail making my hands rise above my head onto the pillow. “Now for this.”

She placed her hands on the solid playful device. It was a stunning sight as I watched her strap it around her waist. The sight of a cock protruding from my lover was something that caused massive thrills through out me. Like a choreographed dancer with heat she took to stroking it and undulating herself. It caused me such happy pain as my hands strained against their binding. She was so erotic and exciting and I wanted to do anything to eat from her and possess her. She seemed quite pleased with her work on me as she went quickly to my thighs and spread me open.

Seeing her down there on all fours made my body starve for her to fuck me completely senseless. “Oh teacher what a big ruler you carry” I remarked with a slight cheeky grin. Her eyebrow rose “Shall I have to teach you some manners?” She gave a wink. Sorsha kept her eye contact with me as she sunk her toy into my waiting moistened sex. I gasped hard as my back arched in feeling her enter deeply. The shock to my system was flooding over me in a wave of euphoria. My body was hers to mould and bend and she held my hips as she pounded into me her aggressive will. My thighs began to shake and convulse as I screamed out my hysterical pleadings for her to fuck me and own me. I held fierceness in my eyes that encouraged her hips to thrust more wildly as her mouth cried her rhythmic sex language.

Sweat was pouring from my body and she bathed me in hers. I was going crazy as I used my limited movement to wrap my legs around her waist. She grunted and our lips took each other as she leaned down on me pressing her flesh hard to mine. She continued to plough me making our breasts rub and massage each other deeply. She nipped and licked my neck and then had her teasing fingers twist my nipples. I cried out a heavy moan of lustful urges to which she responded; “Now my pet you will have your final exam.” She let her hand slowly creep towards my puss. Her fingers found their mark as my Clit began to take her lovely abuse. I howled and yanked hard at my restraints, which firmly denied my freedom. Sorsha impaled her tongue in my mouth and I could no longer hold a thought as my whole body rocked and quivered. She rode my surging orgasmic body not letting go of her hard work. She smiled and held my body like she was listening and feeling erotic music. I cried out my body’s final approval as the tempo had reached its flooding and crashing point. Our bodies collapsed together, coming to full rest on the bed. My head hit the pillow that it had hovered over. She calmly stroked my face, “Shhhhhh.” She softly spoke as she pulled out of my loving throbbing area. She gave me gentle kisses upon my whole blushing body. Her face held what I have thought of as her happy Zen look. My body ached and I felt after shocks of brilliant pleasurable current. I was so blessed by her naked body on mine.

Her hair tickled my cheek as she moved to untie my hands. The feel of it was softer than the silk scarf that confined the playfulness of my fingers. I sighed pleasantly my compliments to her talented and versatile sexual skill. My lips placed themselves to her exposed neck and I then whispered to her “ You are a knowing woman.” She brought her head to rest against mine as my freed arms wrapped around her and she in turn soothed my flushed face. “Well you take me away from my pain.” She faintly whispered. The muscles in my jaw tightened but I quickly relaxed them as I gave in to her body’s need to be appreciated by stroking her side like I was painting her with my fingers. My hand coasted to the devise that had added to her power over my sex. She guided my hands to the straps as she took me into her eyes. I removed it and let it slowly drop to the floor with a thump. Viewing her womanhood free of the contraption I lustfully dove to it with my mouth eagerly. Having my lips on her felt so natural. “My pet…you are my heart beat…Talk to me.”

Sorsha sighed reflectively. I paused in my action and took in her glowing form with my hands. “My heart wishes many things for you.” I sighed “ I worry about …” before I could find the words to convey my thought she spoke. “Things can only get better if I have any hold over what happens in my life.” We both seemed to be frozen in each other’s gaze; our minds busy trying to prevent fears. My nose caught her wet offering and I allowed it to take me back to her feminine fold and I hungrily obliged my need to drown myself in her juice. She began to hum a lullaby as erotic pleasure showed itself merrily on her. Her tune seemed to shake across her lips as they trembled to the massage I gave to her bushy pussy. My tongue impaled and withdrew in a pagan rhythm and it made her cry harder than ever. “Aaaaaauugh…Ooooh My Robin” She bellowed hard in a mass of incoherent babble. She clawed down my back for more. I felt her markings up and down my shoulder blades. And because of that she got the wicked end of my tongue even more. I talked to her love cove and gave it a reason to blush with wetness that I ate up lavishly. My fingers then flew to her clit and spun passion like an echo of my thundering heart. Sorsha heaved, moaned, and thrashed coating my hand. I positioned myself and offered my hand to her sexy mouth. She fed upon my fingers viciously as I saw her face display erotic desire and most of all fiendish delight. The feel of her sucking and licking was powerfully overwhelming to me.

We were lovers consumed completely in our poetic actions. Each sensation given by one challenged the other more and more and more. She rolled me onto my back and climbed above me as she aimed her glistening puss to my mouth. I seized her as my hands grab hold to her sweet ass with a grip that made her yelp in surprise. I growled as I ravished her with extravagant physical sex. My hands loved her ass; the textile nature of the artist in me was more than happy with each reaction and new discovery. Every single angle conveyed to me her Goddessness. I was completely evil to her ass and Sorsha demanded more of it lustfully. She rammed and shook her heated cove to my hard working playful tongue. My bed voiced a chorus of creaking through out every movement. She helped me to play with her gorgeously nippled breasts with greed to reach her sexual destination. The lover’s frenzy came to a spectacular end as my face rubbed itself in her liquid quaking pussy. Her body and mine fell to a yin-yang position as our energies dropped into rest. The view of a lover next me in bed was something I had missed for a long time. She slept deeply beside me with an aura that said her body had found its dream.

The next morning I awoke to a lonely bed, and my heart’s spirit crashed. Her smell still teased the air in the room as well as the sheets I laid upon. My eyes scanned the room for more clues of her. They locked onto an origami folded piece of paper that was delicately positioned on my drawing desk. I gingerly rose from my warm bed and went over to examine it. It was definitely a note as I noticed her handwriting. I took it and ravelled the intricate folding. “My pet Robin,

Your light lifts my spirits and my life, though I feel that I have heaped upon your shoulders some unfair burdens dealing with me. You didn’t have to say anything to me because I could sense it in you. A lover is very perceptive like that. So maybe things should be dealt with by me no matter what the sacrifices. This involves much patience on your part and I hope that you understand. I will definitely not let you fly away from me. Till the next time we meet I wish you pleasant dreams. Love, Sorsha”

The note carried smell of her sweet perfume along with a small pressed white flower that fell into my hand softly. Some weight was lifted off my shoulders but some weight of concern and worry took its place. She might be placing us in a very dangerous position. I decided to play hooky from my school duties for the day to go and discuss things with her before anything rash happened, but at that moment the phone rang.

“Hello?” I spoke solemnly. “Greetings oh serious one.” The voice on the other end answered with an amused tone. “Nickie?! How on earth did you find me?” My voice took on a sound of happiness. “Fred of course. He has been missing your artwork.”

Fred Valcourt is both my and Nickie’s art agent. She and I were University roommates and took the same art courses. Currently we are now colleagues who are in two different parts of the country. At school our artwork feed off of one another and helped us both to explore new directions openly. We could always trust to get a fair critique from each other that was often brutal to take. I never let her get away with halfassed efforts on her work. In turn she would kick my butt in gear when I would slack off. She was a wild spirit and she carried a look that always reminded me of the singer Erykah Badu head wrapping and all. She was the one that got me and my late husband together. She carried me through the grief of his loss. I owed a lot to her for putting up with me. Nickie was one who took everything in stride and had a very beautiful spiritual presence.

An idea came to my head and I invited her to visit me as well as do a bit of guest teaching for my art courses. My students would greatly benefit from a new perspective. “You sound like you need a break from your work, and what better thing to do but come and bug me to death like old times.” I pleaded childishly. She took the bait and agreed to stay for a week or two. We cooked up our plans and then fell into our normal silliness as we caught up on old times. I avoided telling her about Sorsha. When we finally got off the phone I felt so nervous about it. I wasn’t afraid to tell her about it, but still it was just too big of a change in me to just dump on her over the phone. She was always the adventurous one where I was the reserved safe one. Maybe a bit of her wildness had rubbed off on me. I was very inspired now and decided to go to my school and get the ball rolling for her visit.