Epilogue
Zach
I walk down the
corridor of Brandon Hall, nodding at some of the students I recognize
from my classes. I’m two weeks away from finishing my freshman
year at Northwestern University, and I find myself amazed at where
the time has gone.
My life in Caraica
seems so far away from me. I still miss it with a vengeance, and I
worry constantly about them. But I also know that I am where I’m
supposed to be. There is simply no choice in the matter. Moira is
what’s most important.
When I reach her
door, I smile at the cheap, plastic plaque.
Dr. Moira Reed,
Associate Professor
I’m so proud
of my woman. So incredibly impressed and respectful of everything she
has accomplished in life. In fact, I’m pretty sure that I’m
going to declare anthropology as a minor to my business admin degree.
It won’t be needed for my future course in life because I’m
dead set on getting into Kellogg’s MBA program here at
Northwestern. However, it gives me just one more thing I can bond
with Moira over. And trust me… bonding with that woman gives
me immense pleasure.
I knock lightly on
her door and hear from within, “Come in.”
Pushing the door
open, I immediately see her sitting behind her desk. Her office is
small and cramped, with research books and papers littered
everywhere. Even both of her chairs are stacked with materials.
“Hey,”
she says in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
I step in and close
the door behind me, surreptitiously turning the lock. She doesn’t
even notice the faint click, but I think it’s masked from the
sound of me dumping my pack onto the floor.
“Just thought
I’d see if you were free for lunch. I have another two hours
until my next class.”
Standing up from her
chair, she smiles at me and says, “Absolutely. I’m just
grading some papers.”
She steps into my
arms and tilts her head up at me. Never wanting to miss an
opportunity to have my mouth against hers, I give her a kiss,
immediately deepening it as I pull her in tight to my body.
Moira gasps when she
feels my erection swelling against her, pulling back with a laugh.
“Get yourself under control, Zach. We’re in an
institution of higher learning.”
I walk her backward
until her legs hit the back of her desk and grind my shaft against
her. Feels so fucking good.
“I need to
fuck you right now,” I breathe out over her mouth, and then I
nip at her lip.
Moira moans in my
arms and tries to push me away. “No. Not here in my office.”
“Yes, here in
your office,” I tell her as my hands go down to start inching
up her skirt. She doesn’t wear stockings, for which I’m
immensely grateful, because that will make this just a tad easier on
me to get in and get the job done quickly.
My fingers have
become so accustomed to finding her sweet spot that I swiftly find my
way under her panties, and then I’m stroking her wet folds.
“Fucking perfect,” I moan with my lips near her ear.
“Zach…
we can’t do this. Someone might come,” she pleads, but
then I sink a finger into her and she says, “Oh, damn…
that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t
going to stop,” I tell her before biting her earlobe and then
sucking on it to ease the sting. “Want me to fuck you, or eat
you out, then you can suck my cock?”
“Oh, geez,”
she mutters. “But God, I love your filthy mouth.”
My finger flutters
over her clit, and I lean back to look down at her. “Which do
you want?”
Chewing on her
bottom lip, her eyes glazed with lust, she contemplates her choices.
I shove a finger back inside, and she groans. “Come on, Moira…
make a choice. I’m dying here.”
Her lip pops free of
her teeth, swollen and glistening wet. “Quick fuck. We don’t
have time for the other.”
“Good answer,”
I tell her as I spin her around and push her down until her chest
comes to rest on the pile of books and papers on her desk. Skimming
my fingers up the backs of her thighs, I push her skirt up. She’s
wearing a pair of pale pink panties made of soft silk… one of
my favorite pairs she owns.
I don’t make a
lot of money at my part-time job at Cannon’s here in Evanston,
but I do spend some each month on buying her a piece of lingerie. I
love dressing her in it, and then peeling it off with my teeth.
Taking care not to
rip or stretch the delicate material, because I bought it with my
hard-earned money, I push the material to the side until her pussy is
exposed to me.
So fucking beautiful
and completely mine.
I drag a finger up
through her flesh, catching her moisture on my finger and then
sucking it off. She tastes like fucking Heaven.
“Mmmm,”
I growl low. “I’m rethinking this… I think I want
to eat you out for lunch instead.”
“No way,”
she says as she pushes her hips back against me. “You got me in
the mood for a fucking, so give it to me.”
I bring my hands
down and squeeze her ass cheeks, before pulling them apart to look at
her tight bud back there. I fucked that last night… with her
riding me from the top. It was transcendental.
“Okay, baby,”
I tell her as I bring my hands to my shorts and release my cock. It’s
swollen hard as a rock and pre-cum seeps out of the slit in the head.
Stepping in close, I
bring it to the honey-slick folds of her pussy and line up just
right. With a distinct push of my hips forward, I sink in to her and
Moira groans… really loudly.
“You’re
going to need to be quiet, baby,” I tell her. “Or someone
will hear.”
Her head thrashes
back and forth as I pump in and out of her a few times, having to
practically bite my tongue to keep quiet myself.
On a particularly
deep stroke, Moira cries out again, and my hand snakes around to
cover her mouth. She bares her teeth and lightly bites at my palm,
which causes me to smile and start to thrust into her harder.
I need to make this
quick because she really would be in a world of trouble if someone
caught us. Not that our relationship is a secret. The school is well
aware of my situation and my relationship with Moira, and it’s
not forbidden. Modern times and all that. But she certainly can’t
be caught fucking around in her office. Society just isn’t
ready for that yet.
I pound her sweet
flesh with my cock, racing faster and faster toward my climax. I
don’t want to leave her behind and while I can feel her breath
quickening and her muscles clutching at me deep, I want to get her
there first. I put my other hand between her legs and give her clit a
swift pinch, knowing that the pleasure-pain will set her off.
Yeah… I know
her body that fucking well.
Like a cannon, she
explodes around me, and her cry vibrates against the palm of my hand.
And, fuck yeah… coming now… fucking hard.
I slam in one more
time, and then hold still so I can reap the pleasures of another
fantastically amazing orgasm brought on by the sexiest, most
beautiful, most loving woman in the world.
My Moira.
Moira’s cheeks
are still flushed red from our lovemaking not ten minutes ago, and
she’s so stunningly beautiful in this moment as we sit at an
outdoor cafe and wait for our order, that I have the urge to wrap her
in my arms and nuzzle up against her.
“Why do you
have that goofy grin on your face?” she says as she takes a sip
of her iced tea.
“Because I’m
in love… with you,” I say all sappy like.
“You’re
a dork,” she says with a grin. “But I love you, too.”
“So are Lisa,
Adam, and the kids still coming next week?” I ask. They had
planned to come out for a visit when the kids were out of school, but
it had been tentative so far.
“Yes. She just
emailed me today. They’ll actually fly in on Sunday night.”
“Excellent,”
I say, excited over the prospect of seeing them. In almost all
respects, Lisa has become like a sister to me, and Adam and I get
along amazingly well. But best of all will be getting time with
Colleen and Samuel. I never knew I had such an affinity for children,
but every time Lisa and her family have come here, or we’ve
flown to North Carolina, I find myself spending most of the time
playing with the two little rugrats.
“And Lisa says
you cannot buy them any toys when they’re here,” Moira
says with a stern look. “She says you spoil them.”
“Lisa can go
to hell,” I tell her with a pointed stare. “Those kids
deserve to be spoiled.”
Giggling, Moira
agrees. “They kind of do, don’t they? That’s the
joy of being an aunt… and well, you’re sort of like
their uncle. We’re allowed to spoil them and then hand the
sniveling little brats back to their parents when they’re all
good and rotten.”
“Exactly,”
I tell her as I reach across the table to take her hand. “But…
you and I never talked about kids. Why is that?”
Moira shrugs her
shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess because we’ve
never really talked about our future. Do you want them?”
“Absolutely…
I’m thinking three or four would be good,” I say with
confidence.
“Maybe let’s
start with two and we’ll work from there. Besides, we’re
kind of talking about this backward. Kids come after marriage.”
“Not in this
modern society,” I tell her with surety. “I’ve seen
and met plenty of people that have families without getting married.”
Moira’s face
falls a bit, but she can’t help but agree with me. Marriage
isn’t what it used to be, at least from my keen observation
skills so far.
“You’re
right,” she says. “It’s just… it’s a
norm for most couples. It’s a time-honored tradition and
shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
“I suppose,”
I hedge. Moira’s gaze turns out to the busy sidewalk, a slight
frown on her face.
Grinning, I lean
over and reach into my backpack, pulling out the small, velvet box
that has been burning a hole in it all day. I set it on the table,
and the movement catches her eye. When she focuses on the box, I
merely push it across the table at her.
“What’s
that?” she asks with suspicion.
“It’s a
bomb,” I say sarcastically. “Be careful with it.”
Moira smirks at me
and grabs the box, prying the lip of it open. When she reveals the
contents, she gasps. “Where did you get this? It’s
amazing.”
I lean over to the
left and look at the four-carat oval diamond encased in an antique
setting. “Randall gave it to me when we visited him at
Christmas. It was his mother’s, and he wanted to pass it on to
me.”
“Are you
serious?” she asks as she tilts the box left and right, looking
at the ring from all angles.
“As serious as
I am right now when I tell you I want to marry you,” I say, and
her eyes snap to me in surprise.
“You do?”
she whispers.
Reaching over, I
take the box from her and pop the ring out. Grabbing her left hand, I
slide the ring on. This was a tradition that Randall told me about,
and I soaked up all the knowledge. He did tell me that this was
usually done on bended knee, supposedly with some type of poetic rant
from the man to the woman. That wasn’t my style though.
“Yes, I want
to marry you,” I tell her in exasperation as I grasp her hand.
“I’m thinking maybe this time next year? Then we can get
started on the children.”
“Whoa…
wait up a minute,” she says as she pulls her hand away from me.
“I didn’t say I’d marry you.”
I raise an eyebrow
at her and smirk. “You will.”
She huffs out an
exasperated breath and demands, “Do you always have to be in
control?”
I surge out of my
chair and stalk to her side of the table. Grasping her by the
shoulders, I pull her upward and plant a punishing kiss on her lips.
She opens underneath me and I push my tongue in, deepening our union
and kissing the silliness out of her. The kiss goes on for so long
that people at the nearby tables start snickering.
Finally, I release
her, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip as her glazed eyes start to
clear. “Yes, I have to be in control… most of the time.
Now, will you just say you’ll fucking marry me?”
Moira’s lips
peel back into a wide and sinful smile, and she nods her head at me.
“Yes, you impossible, uncivilized man. I’ll fucking marry
you.”
I let out a whoop of
a cheer and pick her up in my arms to swing her around. Several of
the people at the nearby tables start clapping in congratulations.
When I set Moira
back down on her feet, I lean in and feather my lips over hers again.
“You won’t be sorry, baby. I swear I will love you like
no man ever has.”
Moira nips at my
bottom lip and murmurs, “You already do, Zach. You already do.”