TWO SHEETS IN THE WIND
Good Girl Gone Bad (Part2)
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According to Professor Emerson, Brandy was 'two sheets in the wind' and feeling no pain. Sitting glued to her chair in Border's Cafe in the middle of historic Harvard Square, she and her companions were mesmerized by her old professor's detailed explanation of just how drunk she actually was.
"Today we mostly hear the old sailors expression given as 'three sheets to the wind', but the original was 'three sheets IN the wind'. The earliest printed citation was from the early 1800's. At that time, sailors had a sliding scale of drunkenness; three sheets was the falling over stage; tipsy was just 'one sheet in the wind'. I'd say Brandy here is about in the middle at "two sheets in the wind"." (1)
Throughout his explanation she kept massaging his knee under the table. When he paused she turned to him and said softly so no one else could hear, "I could go up a little higher if you'd like."
Next to her, sat Josh smiling with his laptop open. He'd been showing Rebecca, the professor's assistant, a course he had developed and was currently teaching at various summer sessions throughout the Boston area.
Unbeknownst to the three of them, Brandy's fiance Robert, had walked in and sat down at a nearby table to organize his papers before joining them.
He got up to pour himself a glass of water. Unobserved he ended up standing directly behind Brandy and Professor Emerson.
As he looked down between them, he saw the professor's left hand caressing Brandy's thigh and move towards the fly of her trousers just as her right hand moved between the professor's legs.
Within seconds Robert had grabbed his jacket and brief case off the table and without so much as a hello announced,
"Brandy we need to go home right now!"
Shocked that her fiance was standing there, her mind raced. Was a family member in trouble? Did he see her messing around? What?
Placing her card in Professor Emerson's pocket, she said, "Call me tomorrow. It was so good to see you again--and to meet you Rebecca."
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Robert all but jerked her out the main entrance of Border's Cafe. On the way to the car, he walked ten paces ahead of her and said nothing.
In front of the American Repertory Theater on Brattle, Brandy stopped to catch her breath. Impatiently he motioned for her to come on. She thrust her books and laptop towards him. Grabbing them he snarled, "What the hell do you think you were doing back there with that old geezer?"
"It wasn't what you thought. You don't understand. I'm the one who should be pissed. Do you know how much you've humiliated me in front of my friends?"
In the car, she repeated it. Finally he shot back, "What's wrong? Listen you unfaithful tramp! I want you to give me back my mother's ring and move out."
For the first time ever, she felt afraid of him. But break the engagement?
Her mother's favorite Tammy Wynette's songs, "Stand By Your Man" and "Your Good Girl's Gonna Go Bad" played in her head as guilt messed with her mind.
Tears rolled down her face. Swiping them angrily away, she regained her composure. There was too much to lose if she didn't. She had three years of her life invested into Robert and now this fiasco. Her biological clock was ticking, if he bailed out now, her chances decreased dramatically of ever having children and a good husband to help raise them.
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Pulling into the circle driveway, Robert said, "Get out of the fucking car. I'm not coming in."
Brandy cried, "You don't understand!"
Reaching across her he opened the car door and all but pushed her out saying, "I understand totally! I have eyes and saw all I needed to see tonight."
"Yeah right. And I understand too," she screamed. "You hate my friends, you always have. They're not grand enough for you, are they, Robert? They're not fucking rich enough for you. Not a Bill Gates or any of your other former Harvard Alumni who made it big among those Silicon Valley Guru's. So why the hell would YOU, bother with THEM? Nothin' in it for you, is there?
"That's crazy!" he raged.
"I'll tell you what's crazy," she yelled, "you messing around with one of your students. You didn't even bother to hide it from our colleagues. Didn't think I knew about THAT did you? Then you had the gall to be in a picture on the front page of the Crimson standing next to that little bimbo! Did you think I wouldn't recognize how you were looking at her?"
"None of your business. Get out of the car!"
She slowly opened the door hoping he'd change his mind. When it was obvious he wasn't going to, she shouted, "Go to hell you phony bastard," and slammed it shut. At this point she didn't care what the neighbors thought.
Looking up she saw his mother's suite was dark and quietly let herself in. The last thing she needed was a "fire-side chat" and to have to explain anything.
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Brandy poured herself a flavored seltzer, nibbled on saltines and thought about her erotic adventure with Professor Emerson. Where was he now? What was Josh doing? Good old Josh. Were they were all back at the restaurant still busy trying to impress Rebecca?
Pouring herself another seltzer she mumbled, "Yep, put a housedress on her, take away her make-up, and she'd be another "Plain Jane" lost in a crowd. What do guys see in her anyway?"
Bottom line she was jealous of Rebecca.
This unlikely woman had not only captivated her best friend Josh, she had what used to be hers--the constant company of her beloved professor--the man she suddenly realized she wanted more than anyone else in the world.
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After dumping Brandy, Robert had squealed out of the driveway and drove over to Harvard Square, parking on the now nearly deserted Palmer Street.
Walking a couple of blocks, he strode through the big iron gates, into Harvard Yard, down the winding paths and climbed the long steps up to the entrance of the Weidner Library. (1)
Robert always went to the library when he felt troubled. Even though it was closed, just being there, sitting on the top steps of the world's largest library, he somehow felt in control and comforted by all the legendary past patrons.
Looking over to his left towards Hollis Hall, he thought of Saska, the summer student in the newspaper photo. Knowing she was staying there during her summer term, he decided to call her.
It was highly unusual for a professor to do this, but his state of mind was such that he didn't care. She was far above legal age and he'd soon be long gone.
"Hello, Saska? This is Professor Zoerhoffs. Advanced Computer Science? I hope I am not calling too late . . . . You indicated you could use help with your paper. I'm available right now for half an hour, would that work for you? "
"Wonderful! Where are you?"
"I am right here in Harvard Yard at the Widener. (2) Can you see me from your dorm?
"Oh my gosh, I can! I will be right down!"
Robert closed his cell and thought to himself, maybe what happened tonight is all for the best. Saska was a Stanford Graduate with a degree in computer science. Her social skills were sophisticated and her home base in San Francisco. She was attractive, well educated, and his mother would approve of her. Furthermore, she'd fit in well with his friends. Exactly what he needed to keep his life tidy.
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Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Josh walked Rebbeca and Professor Emerson back down to the Charles Hotel. They continued to enjoy each others company as they had earlier prior to Brandy leaving with Robert.
Once at the hotel, Professor Emerson politely excused
himself and retired to his room for the night, leaving
Rebecca and Josh to continue visiting in the lobby.
Happy to have more time with her, Josh soon became convinced she was as attracted to him, as he was to her.
He started to tell her goodnight, but changed his mind and asked, "Have you been up to the Regatta Bar on the tenth floor? It overlooks Harvard Square and is really quite lovely. Could I interest you in a nightcap?"
Two hours later, after much talk and many dances they had tentatively agreed that Josh would return to London at the end of the summer session with her and Professor Emerson. Elated Josh hugged Rebecca goodnight and sent a text message canceling his request for an assistant.
In ten hours he'd once again be dinning at the Charles with the girl of his dreams. The prospect of it made his step lighter than it had been in years. He could hardly wait to share the good news with Brandy.
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Meanwhile, back in his room Professor Emerson took a shower. Afterwords he checked his e-mail and realized that Brandy must have found his card. She had already messaged him.
He chuckled and said aloud, "She must still be tipsy." His eyebrows raised as he read:
Dear Darling Professor,
Thank you for tonight. I wrote this poem for you a few minutes ago-- sending it now--tomorow I won't
have the courage to do so. Hope you like it.
Love always,
Brandy
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His robe fell open and his rod stiffened as he read the poem.
"Oh my precious professor, enter me right now,
Oh my god yes, do me tonight in your dreams,
Hard and fast pump me all night long show me how,
Tomorow while you are hard at work for me.
See me naked high upon your throbbing cock,
And I will see you fucking me mad with glee."
Within minutes they connected on chat. The Professor's hand shook as he wrote, "Brandy, I loved your poem, thank you so much!"
Unsure of what to write, she typed, "Oh Darling, tell me what I can do to make you feel good, to give you the best fantasy you ever had. I want with all my heart to give you whatever you want. Just tell me. Your wish is my command."
He hesitated and then wrote, "You are so sweet to say that, but I am afraid my hearts desire right now, would be far more than you are ready for, I feel it is not something I can ask."
Brandy continued to encourage him. "Tell me, whatever it is, it will be okay and if not now, maybe we can try it another time."
He mustered up all the courage he had left confessing he was sitting naked, imagining her, holding himself, and that his best fantasy possible at the moment, would be to cum with her during a sex chat.
"I've always been afraid to do that with anyone, but the thought of it excites me immensely."
With no hesitation she wrote:
"Oh my darling, I've never had a sex chat either, been afraid, just like you, but oh my god, I want to excite you, make you as happy tonight as you did me. Tell me what you want from me. I would do anything for you right now, you know that don't you?"
Before she was finished typing she was aching--throbbing between her legs. She reached for her little rabbit vibrator in her left hand top drawer and placed it between them.
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Not knowing just where to begin, the professor shook his head and typed the words, still not really sure of what to write.
"Brandy, let's take this step by step. That way either one of us could back out if and when we wanted. And if you do, I promise to understand, okay?"
She nodded and groaned. The antcipation was driving her wild with desire. She read his instructions.
"Darling, imagine you are holding my cock in your hand gently, kissing my tip. I want to feel your saliva run down the shaft, your hand working in the saliva."
Brandy wrote back, "Like this Baby. Can you feel my
hand? Me dripping all over your manhood?"
The professor's heart skipped a beat.
"AHHHH YES, EXACTLY LIKE THAT!" Now I am feeling myself in your mouth, you gazing into my eyes."
"Oh yes Professor, your cock is part way in . . . .
my tongue is circling it like an icecream cone . . . . am I doing this right?"
"Oh Brandy, that feels so good. Now take your hand and gently massage my balls, while you lick my shaft up and put it in your mouth. Take the pressure from your luscious lips, go up and down . . . . Go deep Baby, as deep as you feel comfortable, circle it as you bob up and down. Hold the shaft, move your hand up and down at the same time. Oh yes, yes, continue to massage me while I picture you with me, licking me."
Brandy could barely type.
"Am I doing it right Professor?"
Hardly able to type with one hand and pump his cock with the other he wrote.
"OH BABY, YOU GOT IT!" Now, keep that up. Can you feel how big and thick I am now? You're beginning to drive me mad. Oh my darling, keep it going . . . . go down and work up from the shaft. Imagine my veins standing out, my cock dark. See how it is throbbing?"
He was silent and she wrote again.
"Am I doing it right for you Baby? "
The Professor groaned and managed to type out his answer.
"Oh yes, perfect, soooo fucking perfect!" Put your lips
around my cock, and bob up and down . . . . oh god yes . . . . a bit faster now . . . . twist your hand around my shaft . . . . oh yeh baby . . . . like that!"
Brandy with her vibrator stuck between her legs humped the cushion of her chair wildly as she typed.
"Am I still doing it right Professor?"
"OMG KEEP DOING IT. . . . START DOING IT FASTER, YES LIKE THAT!" LET ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, OH YEAH! "
Within seconds the professor was beyond the point of return and had deposited his sweet creamy load all over the hotel computer desk.
Brandy had moved to the bed and was in the midst of her third orgasm yelling.
"Oh, oh, oh, my god, oh my god, fuck me, keep fucking me and never stop!"
Before she returned to her lap top, Professor Emerson had recovered enough to manage a few final words.
"Thank you my sweet darling for making me so happy tonight. All of my life I have dreamed of what you just gave me. Tomorow night I have big plans for us, to wine you and dine you and then make YOU as happy as you did me tonight."
Brandy replied a half hour later, "Oh yes. I would love to meet you. But not knowing what tomorow will bring, I need to make our date tentative. However, I could take a sick day, and come over right now. We'd soon be able to order breakfast from room service. What do you think?"
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To Be Continued: A Hot Breakfast At Sunrise (Part 3)
Good Girl Gone Bad
Footnotes:
(1) Derived from Google's historical information regarding the phrase, "Three sheets in the wind".
(2) The Widener Library, is the largest in the world and located in Harvard Yard near the main gates.
(3) Hollis Hall built in 1763, is one of the oldest buildings at Harvard College. It is located in Harvard Yard.
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