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 The Two Day Affair

   (f/M cheat)

   By Polly Ross /files/Authors/Polly_Ross/

   Pollyrossstories@yahoo.com

   I suppose I should put some sort of copyright notice in here.  So here
it is, Copyright 2010.  Also, it would be best not to imitate the acts
found in this story.  (Just a quick note.  This is not the same "Karrie"
from rest stop gay.  It's just the default name I use for my main female
character.)

   They collapsed into a tangle of body parts, in total exhaustion from the
latest session.  Neither of them had the energy to move or even speak for
several minutes.  They laid together, tangled up, and tried to catch their
breath.  Karrie stopped fighting sleep and decided to let it overtake her
again.  Twice before she'd been unconscious and twice she'd been woken up
by him pressing himself inside her.  She hadn't done much this time.  She
was too drained to keep up with him.  He'd used her like a living love
doll. He'd go at her in one position until he got bored and he'd have to
reposition her.  But now, he seemed just as done as she was.

   It felt like it had only been two seconds after she closed her eyes when
she heard an annoying electronic chirp.  She hoped it would just stop, but
it kept going.  Over and over again.  "What is that?" he asked.

   "I think it's your phone," she said.

   "Oh.  Oh!  OH!  Crap!" He climbed off of Karrie and scrambled out of
bed. He grabbed the phone and silenced it.  "Oh, shit."

   "What?  Who is it?" Karrie asked.

   "No one.  It's my alarm.  It's 5:30."

   "A.M.?"

   "Yeah, A.M." He put his hand to his forehead.  "Oh, crap.  I have to be
at work." He looked down at Karrie, who was very uninterested in his
dilemma.  "Oh, shit!  What about you?  What about your parents?  Oh, shit!
You need to get home!  What are you going to tell them?"

   Karrie sighed.  "Nothing, they're out of town until Sunday night.  I
told you that yesterday."

   "Oh yeah, that's right." He felt a little bit of relief when he
remembered that.  "But you still need to get up."

   "Why?  Just say your sick." Karrie pulled the covers over herself. 
"That's what I'm doing today."

   "Oh no you're not.  You've got four unexcused absences this semester
already." He yanked the covers off her, exposing her skin to the coldness
of the room.

   Karrie let out a little whine and grabbed them back.  "You never cared
before if I skipped." She wrapped herself up and turned away from him.

   He sat down next to her.  "I've seen your grades.  You can't afford to
miss any more school."

   "Well, I should be getting an "A" now in at least one class, right?"

   "Is that why you did this?  To improve your grades?"

   Karrie rolled away from him and off the bed.  She stood up and kept the
sheet wrapped around her.  In the darkness she fumbled for her clothes. 
"You're an ass for saying that," she said.  "You're an ass for even
thinking that." Even the the dark made it next to impossible to find her
clothes, at least he couldn't see her crying.  "Take me home."

   He did as she asked and drove her home.  Well, two blocks away from
home. There's really no way to explain to the neighbors why a high school
teacher is dropping one of his students off at six in the morning.  Karrie
understood that.  In fact, it was her idea to be dropped off there.  She
seemed even more worried about people seeing her with him.

   A quick shower for him, a change of clothes, and breakfast consisting of
a gas station sandwich and three Red Bulls.  That would be enough to get
him to lunch.  He'd be able to grab a quick nap during the noon hour.  With
any luck he'd make it to three.  It wasn't the first time he'd gone without
sleep.  This was doable.

   Much to his surprise, Karrie made it to school.  He regretted what he
said earlier about her grades.  She wasn't the kind of girl to use sex to
get what she wants.  At least he didn't think so.  Until yesterday, he
didn't think she used sex at all, so who knows?

   She didn't speak or even look at him during class.  Karrie tried to
force him out of her mind, but she knew that wasn't possible.  They'd have
to have the conversation at some point.  She'd have to say the whole, "I'm
not going to tell anyone," speech, otherwise he might have a coronary right
there in the middle of class.  Maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing
though.  What an asshole!  How could he think she'd slept with him just to
raise her grade.  Maybe she should tell someone.  Maybe she should have sex
with him again, then go tell the cops he raped her.  Even if they thought
it was consensual, it would still be statutory rape.  He'd for sure lose
his job.  His wife would probably leave him too.  But Karrie knew she
didn't have the guts to do anything like that.  In spite of the law, she
knew she consented and even encouraged him.  She wouldn't be able to live
with herself if she ruined his whole life.  But still, he was an asshole.

   Three o'clock finally came.  Karrie loitered in the parking lot.  He
came out of the school and headed for his car.  Karrie locked eyes with
him. It wouldn't be safe to talk here.  She looked down the street, to the
park.  He got the message and picked her up there a few minutes later.

   "Should we go to your house again?" she asked.

   "She doesn't leave until nine." His wife was working overnights at the
hospital this month.  "What about your house?  You said your parents are
gone."

   "My brother is there though."

   "Oh.  Yeah, that would be hard to explain."

   "He probably wouldn't care though," said Karrie.  "But I don't want him
finding out."

   "Right.  Me either." He thought for a second.  "We could get a motel
room."

   They didn't go to Holiday Inn, or the Hilton, or even the Days Inn. 
They went to the scuzzy place out by the industrial park.  It was the place
where you just drove up to the door of your room.  It was dirty, dingy, and
slimy.  It was the perfect place for something like this.

   He put his hands on her hips and kissed the back of her neck.  "I'm
sorry," he said.

   "It doesn't matter," Karrie said.  His hands went from her hips to the
button of her pants.  He kissed her earlobe and flicked it with his tongue.


   "Of course it matters.  I hurt your feelings and I shouldn't have said
that.  I know you wouldn't do something like that."

   "What if you're just saying that so I'll sleep with you again?  Maybe
you're lying and you really don't care how I feel." Karrie put her hands on
top his.  She wasn't stopping him from undoing her pants, but she wasn't
helping either.  Her pants fell to the floor.  One of his hands slipped
inside her panties and the other went up her shirt.  He was really doing a
number on her collarbone with his lips.

   "I have no reason to lie," he said.  He pulled his hands away.  Karrie
wished he hadn't.  She heard his pants unzip.

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "Well," he said, while pushing her forward so she was bent over the
dresser, "even if I was lying, you'd still let me fuck you.  Right?" He
didn't bother pulling her panties off, he just moved them to the side.

   "Yes," Karrie said.  She was well lubricated to accept him and had been
since she got in his car.  He eased himself part way inside her.

   "So we might as well be perfectly honest with each other, right?" He
pushed a tiny bit more in, then began to pull back but stopped just before
it was all the way out.

   "Yes," she said again.

   He slid back in about half way.  "So I know you're not letting me fuck
you for grades, which, by the way, you will get an "A" in my class now."

   "Thank you"

   "Oh, you're quite welcome." He held himself still inside her.  "So since
you're not being fucked for grades, that must mean you just really want me
to fuck you.  Is that right?"

   "Yes," she whispered.

   He pulled back out, but this time slammed home hard into Karrie, making
her yelp.  "You want me to fuck you?"

   "Yes.  Please."

   He gave up on his slow teasing and fucked her with quick, hard thrusts.
He could make love to her in the bed later.  But when you have your
underage student bent over a dresser in a sleazy motel room in the bad part
of town, really the only thing you can do is fuck her as hard and fast as
you can.

   Karrie responded to it well, she was even more vocal than she was the
night before.  She really shouldn't have been enjoying herself.  Her
middle-aged, married teacher, ramming her from behind so hard it actually
hurt.  The violent thrusts when his pelvis slammed into her, the way he
pulled her hair, the occasional slap on her butt, even the way she could
feel his zipper against her sensitive lips.  It seemed like a million
little pains, a million little delicious pains were all coming together in
just the right way.  Last night she had sex with him.  Now she was being
fucked by him, and she loved it.

   It wasn't long before she felt him release inside of her.  He probably
hadn't bothered to put a condom on, she thought, but she was more concerned
that she hadn't come yet.  There wasn't too much to be concerned about
though, because if this was going to be a repeat of last night, he'd was
just getting started

   She tried not to seem to eager as he moved her over to the bed.  After
all, she was still supposed to be kind of mad at him.  No condom again.  Oh
well, if that first gush hadn't knocked her up, nothing would.  He lasted
much longer this time.  Karrie got her orgasm and then some.  They were in
the tangle of body parts again.  It was hard to tell who was poking who,
where, and with what.

   He pulled himself free and rested against the headboard.  Karrie leaned
against his chest.  "Am I the first girl you've done this with?  I mean,
the first one of your students?" He didn't answer because he didn't have
to, Karrie already knew.  "Why do you do it?  Why don't you just get a
divorce or something?"

   "Because I'm an asshole.  I cheat on my wife because I'm an asshole who
likes to have sex with teenage girls."

   Karrie looked up at him.

   "You were hoping for something deeper?  A little more complicated than
that?"

   "I was hoping this meant more to you than just sex."

   He ran his arm down her shoulder and cupped her breast.  "You know this
isn't a romance, right?"

   "I guess so," Karrie said.  "I knew you weren't going to leave your wife
for me or anything.  But I thought maybe you liked me too."

   "I do like you, Karrie.  And I'm not just saying that because you let me
have sex with you."

   Karrie snuggled deeper into his chest.  "Is this the part where you tell
me I'm special but we're wrong for each other and that I'm still so young
and one day I'll meet Mr.  Right and blah, blah, blah?"

   "We are wrong for each other.  You should be with someone who won't die
25 years before you.  You deserve someone who won't cheat on you, like I
will.  But I won't lie and say you'll find him for sure.  You might not
find a guy like that..  But you still deserve to find someone like that. 
As for being young, well, you are.  You are mature, but you are still
young."

   Karrie just sighed.  The words he said didn't make much sense, but she
knew what he meant.  "Now what do we do?" she asked.

   "Give me about five more minutes and I'll show you."

   Karrie tried not to laugh.  "No, I mean after we leave here.  What
happens after this?"

   "That's up to you.  But like I said, this isn't a romance.  This, what
we're doing now, this is about as intimate as we're going to get.  I'm not
going to take you out to dinner, go to the movies with you, go for a
stroll, I won't do any of that.  I CAN'T do any of that.  WE can't do any
of that."

   "Yeah, I know," Karrie said.  She was quiet for a moment and then spoke
up again.  "It's just going to get worse the longer this goes on, isn't it?
I mean, if we keep doing this, I'll get more attached and you'll just
resent me more.  Then I'll resent you even more because you don't feel
same. And then you'll get pissed at me because you told me this could never
we'd never work.  And then I'd get pissed at you because I'd feel like you
led me to believe there could be more even though you said there couldn't
be.  In the end we'll just end up hating each other.  That's just the
issues with us though.  Let's think about other people.  Each time we're
together, there's the chance that someone could see us.  We could get
caught.  And you'd end up in jail and I'd be known as the girl who let the
teacher bang her.  And then-," Karrie stopped.

   "Yeah, I get the point," he said

   "So I guess what I'm saying is, this should probably be it." When she
said the words, the gravity of what had happened over the past two days hit
her pretty hard.  She buried her face in his chest and he gently soothed
the back of her head.

   Morning came too soon.  It was Saturday, so he didn't have to get up for
work, but his wife would be getting home soon.  There is a lot to be said
for not over indulging in sex.  You get just what you need at the beginning
of the night and you wake up refreshed and well-rested.  But there's also a
lot to be said for taking a girl in the shower, against the door of a dingy
motel room, and in your car out in the parking lot of that same dingy motel
right after you check out.

   "I don't want you to give me an "A," said Karrie as he pulled up to the
same spot he dropped her of yesterday.  "Unless I actually deserve it of
course."

   "Well, then you'll have to make sure you get to class, turn in your
homework, and study for your tests.  I can tutor you if you want."

   "That's probably not a good idea," Karrie said.  "It will probably just
lead to, well, to more of that.  But I am going to work harder, I promise."


   He he glanced around to see if anyone was in the area.  The coast was
clear so he gave her a soft but quick kiss.  "Good, you're a smart kid, or,
I mean, woman.  You're a smart young woman and I know you can do great if
you apply yourself."

   "I think maybe next semester I should switch into Mrs.  Reese's class
though.  I mean, we should probably see as little of each other as
possible, just so it doesn't happen anymore."

   "Is that what you want?" Karrie thought for a second.  "No, but it's
what I should do.  It's what we should do."

   "Then that's what we'll do."

   They kissed again, a little longer this time.  For about a minute, they
held each other, trying to soak up as much of each other since they knew it
would be the last time.  Finally Karrie made herself let go and dragged
herself out of the car.

   It gnawed at Karrie for a long time how her first lover hadn't even been
a real love.  It wasn't a romance or a relationship, it was just an affair.
A dirty, sweaty, sexy two-day affair.  She took some comfort in telling
herself that she at least hadn't made love yet, and the first time for that
could be special, when it happened.

   Karrie avoided him for the next two years of high school.  It was easy
enough to take science classes from Mrs.  Reese instead of him.  Most
school days she didn't see him at all.  She eventually stopped blushing
whenever his name was brought up in conversation.  She would wonder
sometimes if he was taking other girls back to that dirty motel.  Karrie
hadn't noticed that a whole year has past since she'd been with him until
she opened up her locker.  She found a match book from the motel.  Was this
just a little reminder from him or was it an invitation?  Karrie decided
not to find out.  She didn't find out the next year either, when again he
left a book of matches for her.

   Before Karrie, it had been so much fun and so easy too.  All he had to
do was pick out a girl, do a little subtle flirting and she would be his
for how ever long he wanted.  Sometimes, they even came to him and he
didn't have to do anything.  He was always the one who ended it.  A girl
would start to get too clingy and he'd have to cut her loose.  Or, he'd
just get bored with them.  He'd always been the one who ended it.  For the
first time in his life, he'd been dumped.  It was also the first time his
skills in the bedroom weren't able to make up for his lack of skills as a
human being.

   He took one last look at Karrie as he drove away.  His wife would be
home from work soon.

   The End

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