Heisenberg II

    He watched Cheryl’s little round ass bounce up and down as she left his classroom.  The tight jeans and high heeled sandals she wore accentuated her movement.  Heisenberg was unconsciously aware that he had taken the first step towards selling his soul.  His colleague and mentor Maxine Planck had been in the back of the room grading papers, an unobtrusive witness if needed, he had told her of Cheryl’s proposition the evening before.

    The previous evening Heisenberg had told his wife that he had again been approached by a student of his.

    “What do these little girls think they can offer you?”  She had responded.

    “This wasn’t a little girl” he said, “this was a young woman, aware of her actions, aware of what she was offering me.”

    “Humph.  Did you tell anyone?  You’ve got to protect yourself from this sort of thing you know.”

    “No, I was the last one in the building; I’ll talk to Planck in the morning.”  Planck was more than a colleague and mentor, over the years she and her husband had become good friends despite the 20 year age difference.  She had been instrumental in Heisenberg’s acquiring this position teaching in the coastal community.  The irony of Planck and Heisenberg working together was lost on everyone but the two of them.  It had become their shared joke.

    Heisenberg was already in bed when his wife came into their room; as usual she stripped in the closet and emerged in the white flannel nightgown with little pink roses he had grown to despise.  He felt like the flannel, soft and worn, bland, his life covered by worn dull fabric.  She got into bed and turned her back to him.  He moved close behind her and put an arm over her, managing to slip his hand beneath the flannel and cup her warm breast in his palm.

    He had softly run his thumb over her nipple, this had elicited two simultaneous responses, her nipple had immediately hardened and she had said “I already said not tonight, I’m tired please don’t”  Her icy tone, in sharp contrast to the warm breast he longed to kiss, lick, and suck, convinced him that again there was no hope of intimacy.

    Heisenberg immediately rolled away, got up and went to spend the remainder of the night grading the never ending stack of papers that went with his calling.  With each hour he felt part of himself wither and fall deep into the empty place within.  Exhausted, he had eventually fallen into a disturbed, restless sleep, darkness creeping in.

    Heisenberg and Cheryl had arrived at an academic plan to improve her grade as he had intended.  What he had not intended to do was agree to meet Cheryl for lunch the following Saturday.

    During there discussion she had slipped a note across his desk asking him to meet her at a restaurant a reasonably safe distance from town.  In the note she had described what she intended to do to him after lunch.  He could not help himself, he accepted her invitation. 

    Planck looked up as Cheryl left the room. Planck watched Heisenberg carefully as his attraction to Cheryl’s stride was obvious.

    “Will she be able to salvage her grade?”  Planck asked.

    “Yeah, it shouldn’t be too difficult, with a little effort on her part”

    Heisenberg looked up to see Planck intently watching him, there eyes met and held, “Be careful” she said to him.  “You’re on dangerous ground.”

    “Yeah, I know… I know.”  He said and then thought ‘at least I am on the ground though.’ 

    ‘I want to feel her long tan legs wrapped around my waist, my cock encased in her tight little cunt, her head buried in my shoulder, biting my shoulder as I pump her.  I need to smell a woman again, to rub her slit and taste her excitement.  I’ll take her against a wall, pound her young body, slam into her, her butt stopped by the wall, the only give in our flesh.  Saturday, Saturday I’ll have her.’

    As usual he was up before it was light Saturday morning for dawn patrol, Heisenberg had asked if his wife would like to come and as usual she had declined.  Their son had had a game the night before and wasn’t interested in waves before noon and their daughter had spent the night at a friend’s so he was on his own.  It was just as well, he wanted to surf alone today.  No one would miss him if he didn’t return until late afternoon or early evening.

    It had been a good morning plenty of well shaped waves, he had spent a lot of time in the green room.  While waiting between sets he had sorted through his emotions and decided what to do with Cheryl.  He caught his last wave and rode it all the way to the beach.  Heisenberg bypassed the freshwater shower, put his board in the back of his truck, dried off and dressed.

    He was already seated in a booth at their meeting place when she walked in.  There wasn’t a male in the place that missed her entrance and her sashay towards him.  She wore a pair of tight jeans and a tight black lace body camisole with a short stylish black leather jacket; it looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Heisenberg was pretty sure she had black stiletto boots on, but hadn’t quite gotten there when she arrived at their table.  She bent and lightly kissed his cheek and whispered “I’m wet” in his ear.  He sensed a light a hint of tropical perfume, she definitely wore no bra.  She sat across from him.  Her thick auburn hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, light makeup accentuating her green eyes and a soft glossy pink lipstick on her full, moist lips.

    Heisenberg was mesmerized, unlike his loins he felt his resolve soften.  ‘He pictured her leaning over a desk her ass thrust out offering her sex to his hard rod.  He watched as his cock slid into her wet cunt, disappearing into her until his pelvis was pressed up against her.’  Heisenberg slowly shook his head and leaned back in the booth, took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling.

    “Cheryl” he started “I… I can’t do this.  I want to, you’re right I want to, I can’t look at you now without picturing you beneath me, our bodies entwined.”  With a conscious effort he slowed his breathing and looked into her eyes, smoldering desire lay there but he dared not look away now that they were connected.

    “I can’t do it, Cheryl, it just isn’t right, I am married and for some reason that I can’t currently remember I love my wife.  I am more than twice your age and at your age that is too large a difference.”  Heisenberg could clearly see a breast and erect nipple through the open coat and lacey black skintight material.  His eyes were drawn to the sight.

    Cheryl watched him carefully, she knew he was drawn to her body and was confident he would succumb to his desire. She wanted his head between her legs licking her, tasting her, kissing her clit.  She needed to taste him and feel him in her.  She brought her hands to her jacket and slowly opened it, ensuring he had a clear view of her ripe breasts.  She watched as his pupils dilated.  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  “You don’t want these?”  She asked in a low husky whisper.  “My wet pussy, you don’t want my pussy either?  I shave it you know, just a thin little runway of hair.”

    Heisenberg was riveted by her, to her.  His dick was hardening, he ached for her touch.  Slowly, with difficulty and regret he took his eyes from her fully developed breasts and looked up, noting the hollow of her shoulder, the smooth soft firm skin of her neck, he wanted to bury his face in her shoulder and neck and softly kiss and lick his way to her ear, inhaling her fresh young scent.  He wanted, needed to hold her tight to him, feel the warmth of a woman, mold her to him.  His eyes continued up past her soft pink lips her small upturned nose and to her eyes, her bottomless green eyes, there was more than 18 years of wisdom in those eyes.
 
  Without a word she told him she understood and could satisfy his hunger.  Her eyes reached across the table and took him, drawing him to her, taking what was left of his soul, stealing it, devouring him.

    Cheryl had him, she knew it, could see it in him, his desire for her, his desire for sex stronger than him.  She smiled inwardly, amazed at how easy it was to bring males to her.

    Heisenberg dropped his eyes to the table and remembered, remembered when life had been good, when he and his wife had touched one another with love, with lust, with tenderness and aggression.  She would sit astride him; ride him with her hands on his chest, looking into his eyes. She had a way of moving her pelvis that rubbed her clit on his cock, when she did that he never lasted long and would have a powerful orgasm, she would take his seed, she always smiled at that, she knew he wanted to last longer for her but she had control of his body.  She used to use him for her pleasure.  He used her for his pleasure.  They had used one another for their mutual comfort and renewal; they had found solace in each other. What had happened?  He could not do this to her.

    Cheryl was shocked when Heisenberg looked back up, directly into her eyes.  Without moving his eyes he reached across the table and closed her jacket as best he could, keeping physical contact as minimal as possible.  She had never seen this before, the sadness, complete and utter sadness.  But their was more in his eyes, pain was present, much pain.  Her heart softened, there was old pain, pain from years gone by, pain she could not yet understand, but she sensed new pain that was present.  There was something else in his eyes, his whole body.  She wasn’t sure, but she was afraid she knew what it was.

    As he closed her jacket he steadied his trembling hand and caressed her cheek softly and with tenderness that she had never experienced.  “I am sorry Cheryl, I want you more than I can express.  You have offered the ultimate gift, your body.  I want it, because it’s young, firm, beautiful.  You are a beautiful young woman, erotic beyond your age; I’m most likely cracked for not taking your offering.” 

    He was silent for a moment; she could see him gather his thoughts, anguish clearly playing across his face.  “But I just can’t do it,” he continued, “I’m sorry, no matter how much I would like to take you, I can’t.  I would not be able to face myself if I did, it has nothing to do with you.  I don’t have much self respect left, the little bit I have I would like to keep.”

    “Why not?”  she replied softly, “I know you want me; I think you even need me.”

    “I don’t deny wanting you, I want you, all of you.  But I made a vow, a covenant, I take it very seriously.  I did this not only with another person, my wife, but with myself also.  It would destroy me to do this.  It could end my teaching, I could lose my family, both things I don’t want to happen but that may happen anyway.  If I did this I wouldn’t be me I would be destroyed, betrayal of my wife is more than I can bear, I can’t, I’m not going to do it.”

    She sensed his resolve, “there is nothing I can do is there?”  Cheryl asked, “You’re willing to let me walk out of here and tell everyone we spent the day together fucking?  Mrs. Planck knows you know, I could tell when I left yesterday.  She would believe me.”

    “Yes she probably would, many others would believe you also”

    Cheryl sat observing him, confused, then resigned.  “I don’t know your wife but she probably doesn’t deserve you” she whispered to herself.

    Heisenberg sat and watched; there was nothing left for him to say.

    “I should leave now Mr. Heisenberg, I am sorry we couldn’t do this, I’ve never met anyone like you.”

    She got up and left, he may have imagined it, there seemed a bit less sashay in her step.  He watched her all the way out the door.  She was wearing black ‘fuck me boots’.

    The waitress arrived, “the young lady won’t be staying,” she stated.  “And you?” she asked.

    “No, I’ll be staying, bring me whatever is good and an IPA please,” Heisenberg said. He wondered if he would have a classroom Monday morning.