727 Cumming Ave. (Cherry Falls)

When I logged off,

I dropped my forehead to my desk, banging it on the wood surface, making my keyboard bouncing with the impact. I knew I was in deep already. That wild thing shifted inside of me, stretching its legs, scratching its ass, letting me know it wouldn’t be ignored any longer.

With each video session after that, the spinning need to have her in my life intensified. Fast forward and I get a call from an old friend I met during a seminar, Benjamin Strickland, who is now the principal at Cherry Falls Schoolhouse, saying their only honors and AP Calc teacher had to go on maternity leave early. He knew I wasn’t committed to anything for a little while and I knew I should say no. I didn’t share that I had a tutoring student that would be in the class. Why would I? It was nothing, right?

Wrong.

I knew being around Jenny would be the end of me.

Fuck, but what an end.

I was pushing up on the launching point for the rest of my life at one of the top mathematics universities in the country.

Or so I thought.

Instead, I rented an enormous house here in Cherry Falls. More than most could hope to afford, and a fuck load more than you could get on a substitute math teacher’s salary.

It’s up in the Wild Ridge Mountains just outside of Cherry Falls, overlooking the valley, with a luxurious chef’s kitchen, a pool, a theater room, a huge home gym, six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, all furnished in a sort of shabby lux mixed with mid-century modern style that’s comfortable but high end.

The gym comes in handy, more than I would have expected. I’ve always worked out, kept myself in shape, but since I met Jenny I’ve become a beast.

Pumping weights and exhausting myself is the only thing that keeps me from stuffing her in the trunk of my car and driving to some remote cabin where I can keep her tied to my bed for the rest of her life.

The rent is extortionate because the owner really wanted to sell not rent it out, so I had to make it worth his while. And money isn’t exactly an issue for me. Hasn’t been for a long time.

In high school I was kind of a loner, so I started an investment club to meet others who weren’t all about parties and hookups. Turns out, I had kind of a knack for it.

The analytical part of my brain, which had gotten me teased when I was younger, before I filled out and scared the shit out of my former tormentors, was something of an asset when it came to picking sound opportunities. Slow and methodical wins that particular race. Add to that my math skills and it wasn’t long before I had an impressive portfolio.

I paid off my parents’ house. Bought them cars. Set up a retirement fund that would keep them comfortable for the rest of their lives. Paid for my younger brother’s school. A car for him, then a boat too when I thought he was ready for it.

I certainly wasn’t one for hoarding my wealth, but no matter how much I spent there was always more.

Throughout the last decade, I’ve played the market and won far more than I ever lost, giving me a nest egg that would have most people sitting back and taking it easy for the rest of their life. I also felt crypto was going to be something, so I bought into it early and well, let’s just say, I’m what’s referred to as a whale.

But, money is not what really drives me.

I’m passionate about learning. About discovering. Pushing boundaries.

No one in my life besides my parents and Michael know how much I’ve accumulated over the years and although I’ve set them up well, I’ve always lived my own life in a less than extravagant fashion.

I told myself I was just going to treat myself with this absurdly large home for the time I had before I started my new position with the university, but I knew better. I didn’t want to admit it, but deep down there was this dream, of living here.

With her.

I press my head back into the soft cushion of the sofa and close my eyes. Trying to concentrate on anything but the piece of paper in my pocket.

My chest is tight, my dick hard. There’s a ringing in my ears that morphs into the sound of her laughter. Thoughts of her sweet, ripe, full curves have cum seeping from my rigid dick.

My fingers twitch, my car keys sitting on the coffee table in front of me, taunting me…

Come on, let’s go. You don’t have to go inside. We can just watch. It’s not like you haven’t watched her before…

The voice in my head is getting louder as I pull the invitation from my pocket and unfold it for the hundredth time.