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It was early Friday afternoon. Robin lingered, naked on top of the bed, for a few moments while Abi began getting herself ready to leave the cheap hotel where the two of them, teacher and student, had just had sex for the first time. They stretched their body while watching their lover. It was almost funny the way it had been obvious that the prim and proper professor of the classics department at the Wichita College was drawn to her new student. Robin had picked up on it after the first two classes they had attended and after another three classes there had been no doubt that they were flirting with each other both in words and actions, and that the only thing keeping professor Rollins from making a real attempt at seducing Robin was her reputation, and of course also the illegality of a teacher getting involved with a student. It had taken a few more classes before Robin had worked up the courage to act for the both of them. They had stayed behind after class and when they were alone in the classroom Robin had simply walked up to Abi and kissed her without any prior conversation. There had been a moment of resistance from Abi but it had soon subsided as it was just what the older woman desired.
There had been some mutual groping during the kiss and then the two of them had gone their separate ways but the next day they had talked about it and now here they were, in a cheap out of the way hotel in Wichita and had just had sex. Robin wasn't sure what they had expected but Abi had been like a starved animal for the attention Robin had shown her body, the kisses and touches, and the orgasms they had had together had been great.
Robin reached for her jeans and dug out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and sat up on the bed.
"So I'll be heading back to Sedgwick then," they said and took a deep drag.
"Do I get to see you again before next Friday?"
They only took one class a week with Professor Rollins but now they might want to see her more often.
"I could take the bus here for lunch on Monday maybe and still be back in school for my history class."
There wouldn't be time for sex in that scenario but sex was not the only reason Robin suggested it. They wanted to spend time with their new lover and perhaps the question also contained the question of whether what had just happened was the beginning of a relationship or if it had been a one time thing for their teacher.
They took another drag on their cigarette and pulled on their underwear, black boxer briefs, and then continued to dress, jeans, tank top and shirt. They ran their hands through their hair a few times and were done. Before leaving the hotel room they gave Abi a kiss and squeezed her ass.
Forty five minutes later they got off the bus in Sedgwick and before going back to the boarding house attached to their prep school they went to see Adrian behind the local movie theatre to buy some weed for the weekend. It was one of the first things they had found out after having been dumped in the middle of nowhere by their biological father, where to buy marijuana, something they occasionally indulged in.
No more than half a block later a police car signalled to them to stop and they did. The way the cop questioned them it was obvious he had seen the purchase somehow and even knew which pocket they had put the package into. When asked about their ID Robin took out the fake ID they had had made back in New York almost a year earlier to get into clubs and bars and to buy cigarettes and beer with. According to it their name was Rory Culhane and were just a few weeks short of twenty two. They also produced the weed when it became obvious to them that the cop knew where it was and to hand it over voluntarily was a much less uncomfortable option than being searched right there in the street.
"Don't I at least get a call?" they asked as they were taken into custody and it seemed they would spend the night in a holding cell.
When they were granted permission to make a single call they called Abi. They had noticed that the cop had the same surname and knew that Abi too lived in Sedgwick even if she did work in Wichita. One plus one told Robin that the cop was likely Abi's husband or possibly her brother-in-law. They explained the situation to Abi and asked if there was anything she could do to get them out of spending the night in jail.
There had been some mutual groping during the kiss and then the two of them had gone their separate ways but the next day they had talked about it and now here they were, in a cheap out of the way hotel in Wichita and had just had sex. Robin wasn't sure what they had expected but Abi had been like a starved animal for the attention Robin had shown her body, the kisses and touches, and the orgasms they had had together had been great.
Robin reached for her jeans and dug out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and sat up on the bed.
"So I'll be heading back to Sedgwick then," they said and took a deep drag.
"Do I get to see you again before next Friday?"
They only took one class a week with Professor Rollins but now they might want to see her more often.
"I could take the bus here for lunch on Monday maybe and still be back in school for my history class."
There wouldn't be time for sex in that scenario but sex was not the only reason Robin suggested it. They wanted to spend time with their new lover and perhaps the question also contained the question of whether what had just happened was the beginning of a relationship or if it had been a one time thing for their teacher.
They took another drag on their cigarette and pulled on their underwear, black boxer briefs, and then continued to dress, jeans, tank top and shirt. They ran their hands through their hair a few times and were done. Before leaving the hotel room they gave Abi a kiss and squeezed her ass.
Forty five minutes later they got off the bus in Sedgwick and before going back to the boarding house attached to their prep school they went to see Adrian behind the local movie theatre to buy some weed for the weekend. It was one of the first things they had found out after having been dumped in the middle of nowhere by their biological father, where to buy marijuana, something they occasionally indulged in.
No more than half a block later a police car signalled to them to stop and they did. The way the cop questioned them it was obvious he had seen the purchase somehow and even knew which pocket they had put the package into. When asked about their ID Robin took out the fake ID they had had made back in New York almost a year earlier to get into clubs and bars and to buy cigarettes and beer with. According to it their name was Rory Culhane and were just a few weeks short of twenty two. They also produced the weed when it became obvious to them that the cop knew where it was and to hand it over voluntarily was a much less uncomfortable option than being searched right there in the street.
"Don't I at least get a call?" they asked as they were taken into custody and it seemed they would spend the night in a holding cell.
When they were granted permission to make a single call they called Abi. They had noticed that the cop had the same surname and knew that Abi too lived in Sedgwick even if she did work in Wichita. One plus one told Robin that the cop was likely Abi's husband or possibly her brother-in-law. They explained the situation to Abi and asked if there was anything she could do to get them out of spending the night in jail.
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Early Friday morning Xavier sat at the kitchen breakfast table finishing a coffee and chatting about nothing with Abigail. It could have been any one of the same breakfasts over the last 5 years since the youngest of their 3 children moved out on their own. There was comfort in routine, at least on Xavier's side of the table, though even for him their marriage was basically on auto pilot. He was still in his running clothes from his morning 3 miles which was now measured as a lap around their homestead farm plus a small detour through woods, part of which included the southwest corner of their property.
As partial as he was to routine, it was natural for him to notice changes in the same and while he had nothing like Abi's high end education, he had a sharp mind and tended to work the clues like a good cop. Which reminded him of something he had noticed on his run and wanted to mention to his wife. "Hey honey, you haven't seen anything odd back in the woods, like fires or kids hanging out have you?" He had noticed the remains of what looked like a small campfire and some trampled foliage. He was concerned their woods might become a hangout for underage sex and who knew what else. "Had to have been in the past week or so from the looks of what I saw back in the woods." He wasn't sure if they would be able to see a small fire from the house but it might have been one of the evenings he was working. He rotated his shifts to avoid falling into too much of a routine which the criminal element in town might pick up on. The 'criminal element' being on the verge of a figment of Xavier's imagination if the last year in this new job had been any indication. Not that there weren't a few drunks, wife beaters, and other assorted not quite model citizens in Sedgwick, but it was nothing like Kansas City. Of course it was Xavier's job to help keep it that way and he had every intention of doing so.
He gave her his usual hug and kiss before she left but then held her an extra moment. "Is that a new perfume?" He asked, which was more a reaction to him noticing she was wearing perfume which was not often the case. It was subtle but noticeable, a small thing that might mean something or nothing. "I'll be working through dinner tonight, maybe we can share a meal down at Antonio's if you want to meet up." He suggested, it wasn't much of a date night but the little Italian eatery was about as close as Sedgwick had to a romantic restaurant and it was at least a token effort to alleviate his leaving her alone on Friday evening.
Once Abigail had left for school, Xavier finished his morning calisthenics and headed up to their room with their laptop. Before taking his shower he keyed in 'pornhub.com' into the private browser that didn't leave history and looked at the day's promoted videos to see if anything caught his eye. The face of a short haired tomboy grabbed his attention and as it started it was a girl on girl scene which Xavier had been taking a liking to in his private time. The other girl was a more traditionally feminine specimen but their contrasting bodies complimented each other as did the vigorousness of their encounter. He grew hard almost immediately and he soon had his gym shorts down and was stroking himself to the on screen action. He barely made it past the girls' second orgasm before he blew his own load, thick jets shooting up onto his chest and abdomen. It would be quite an awkward look for the conservative husband and police chief, but this is what his sex life had become. It wasn't so much a biological problem but one of arousal and context. But it was hard to imagine the woman he married, bore his children, and sang in the choir on Sundays would do anything like he was growing accustomed to in the world of porn. And frankly, the missionary position just didn't hold much interest for him anymore.
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Afternoon.
Xavier sat in the dark, dusty SUV that was his official vehicle. The low profile lights making it fairly undistinguishable from the ubiquitous SUV and pick up trucks in Kansas at least from the front. He watched the 'boy' walk out from behind the theater, which was a little unusual being there was no movies showing. He didn't recognize the face, which in a town the size of Sedgwick was unusual. He was headed towards the boarding school in town which would explain the new face but not what he was doing behind the theater. In Xavier's book, it wasn't a bad idea to let newcomers know that Sedgwick appreciated order and there was someone to see it maintained. As the youth crossed the street mid block he pulled up along side to introduce the young man to the ordinance against jaywalking, probably the most minor of crimes but still on the books. But often the enforcement of minor crimes led to the apprehension of more serious criminals, though despite his height, the boys face looked like he was about 12.
"Good afternoon." Xavier said through the SUV window as his eyes scanned a suspicious bulge in the youth's jeans and the familiar rectangular outline of a pack of cigarettes. "Let's talk." He continued as he got out of the SUV and waited for the youth to either comply or make a run for it. "How old are you boy?" He asked and then asked for ID to prove it. "New York, your a long ways from home aren't you...Rory?" He had seen his fair share of fake ID's and this one was pretty good but he couldn't buy the idea that he was looking at a nearly 22 year old. "So if this is real, I guess the cigarettes are legal, what about that other pocket?" He asked, indicating the suspicious bulge on one side, he was careful not to demand he show it as he didn't yet have probably cause but was pleasantly surprised when the bag of pot was presented.
It was then that things got more serious as Rorywas told to put his hands on the side of the SUV and he was searched anyways but not before his hands were cuffed behind his back "You don't have anything sharp or that is going to hurt me in your pockets do you?" He asked before digging a hand into each front pocket roughly running along the front of Rory's thighs and swiping back and forth towards genitals and around slender hips, he removed and tossed the cigarettes on the hood along with the fake ID and bag of pot. He then continued to do a pat down the inside and outside of each leg, checking socks and shoes as well. Standing behind Rory, Xavier ran hands along both arms then up the torso until he checked the shirt pockets but found small but unmistakable breasts underneath. His fingers squeezed into the soft firm flesh and held there a moment as his brain began to process the repercussions. At this same moment he detected a slight and familiar scent very much as he had with his wife that morning.
He released the breasts as if they were painfully hot. "I'm sorry." He said, confusion and concern clear in his voice as he stepped back. He couldn't deny a sense of arousal building, especially given the content of his morning masturbation session. He bit his lip for a moment, making sure he was keeping his real and fantasy worlds separate. "Are we sticking with Rory now?" He asked, clearly still confused but trying to regain control of the situation. "I'll arrange for a female deputy to come for you once we get things settled at the station." He knew he should call on the radio for one now, but something stopped him. But then they asked for a phone call. He slipped their phone from the back jean pocket, reaching into both back pockets to search them as well which caused a certain amount of hand to ass contact but that seemed unavoidable, though Xavier could feel an erection forming despite his best efforts to avoid one. "You'll need to tell me the unlock code." He told them and as he picked her choice for calling his heart was in his throat. "How do you know Abi?" He asked as he hit the speaker option so he could hear both sides of the call. "Are you one of her students?" He wasn't the only one who called add one plus one, but still it was a complication.
"You can meet us at the station." He told his wife, his voice barely concealing his anger at this turn of events.
As partial as he was to routine, it was natural for him to notice changes in the same and while he had nothing like Abi's high end education, he had a sharp mind and tended to work the clues like a good cop. Which reminded him of something he had noticed on his run and wanted to mention to his wife. "Hey honey, you haven't seen anything odd back in the woods, like fires or kids hanging out have you?" He had noticed the remains of what looked like a small campfire and some trampled foliage. He was concerned their woods might become a hangout for underage sex and who knew what else. "Had to have been in the past week or so from the looks of what I saw back in the woods." He wasn't sure if they would be able to see a small fire from the house but it might have been one of the evenings he was working. He rotated his shifts to avoid falling into too much of a routine which the criminal element in town might pick up on. The 'criminal element' being on the verge of a figment of Xavier's imagination if the last year in this new job had been any indication. Not that there weren't a few drunks, wife beaters, and other assorted not quite model citizens in Sedgwick, but it was nothing like Kansas City. Of course it was Xavier's job to help keep it that way and he had every intention of doing so.
He gave her his usual hug and kiss before she left but then held her an extra moment. "Is that a new perfume?" He asked, which was more a reaction to him noticing she was wearing perfume which was not often the case. It was subtle but noticeable, a small thing that might mean something or nothing. "I'll be working through dinner tonight, maybe we can share a meal down at Antonio's if you want to meet up." He suggested, it wasn't much of a date night but the little Italian eatery was about as close as Sedgwick had to a romantic restaurant and it was at least a token effort to alleviate his leaving her alone on Friday evening.
Once Abigail had left for school, Xavier finished his morning calisthenics and headed up to their room with their laptop. Before taking his shower he keyed in 'pornhub.com' into the private browser that didn't leave history and looked at the day's promoted videos to see if anything caught his eye. The face of a short haired tomboy grabbed his attention and as it started it was a girl on girl scene which Xavier had been taking a liking to in his private time. The other girl was a more traditionally feminine specimen but their contrasting bodies complimented each other as did the vigorousness of their encounter. He grew hard almost immediately and he soon had his gym shorts down and was stroking himself to the on screen action. He barely made it past the girls' second orgasm before he blew his own load, thick jets shooting up onto his chest and abdomen. It would be quite an awkward look for the conservative husband and police chief, but this is what his sex life had become. It wasn't so much a biological problem but one of arousal and context. But it was hard to imagine the woman he married, bore his children, and sang in the choir on Sundays would do anything like he was growing accustomed to in the world of porn. And frankly, the missionary position just didn't hold much interest for him anymore.
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Afternoon.
Xavier sat in the dark, dusty SUV that was his official vehicle. The low profile lights making it fairly undistinguishable from the ubiquitous SUV and pick up trucks in Kansas at least from the front. He watched the 'boy' walk out from behind the theater, which was a little unusual being there was no movies showing. He didn't recognize the face, which in a town the size of Sedgwick was unusual. He was headed towards the boarding school in town which would explain the new face but not what he was doing behind the theater. In Xavier's book, it wasn't a bad idea to let newcomers know that Sedgwick appreciated order and there was someone to see it maintained. As the youth crossed the street mid block he pulled up along side to introduce the young man to the ordinance against jaywalking, probably the most minor of crimes but still on the books. But often the enforcement of minor crimes led to the apprehension of more serious criminals, though despite his height, the boys face looked like he was about 12.
"Good afternoon." Xavier said through the SUV window as his eyes scanned a suspicious bulge in the youth's jeans and the familiar rectangular outline of a pack of cigarettes. "Let's talk." He continued as he got out of the SUV and waited for the youth to either comply or make a run for it. "How old are you boy?" He asked and then asked for ID to prove it. "New York, your a long ways from home aren't you...Rory?" He had seen his fair share of fake ID's and this one was pretty good but he couldn't buy the idea that he was looking at a nearly 22 year old. "So if this is real, I guess the cigarettes are legal, what about that other pocket?" He asked, indicating the suspicious bulge on one side, he was careful not to demand he show it as he didn't yet have probably cause but was pleasantly surprised when the bag of pot was presented.
It was then that things got more serious as Rorywas told to put his hands on the side of the SUV and he was searched anyways but not before his hands were cuffed behind his back "You don't have anything sharp or that is going to hurt me in your pockets do you?" He asked before digging a hand into each front pocket roughly running along the front of Rory's thighs and swiping back and forth towards genitals and around slender hips, he removed and tossed the cigarettes on the hood along with the fake ID and bag of pot. He then continued to do a pat down the inside and outside of each leg, checking socks and shoes as well. Standing behind Rory, Xavier ran hands along both arms then up the torso until he checked the shirt pockets but found small but unmistakable breasts underneath. His fingers squeezed into the soft firm flesh and held there a moment as his brain began to process the repercussions. At this same moment he detected a slight and familiar scent very much as he had with his wife that morning.
He released the breasts as if they were painfully hot. "I'm sorry." He said, confusion and concern clear in his voice as he stepped back. He couldn't deny a sense of arousal building, especially given the content of his morning masturbation session. He bit his lip for a moment, making sure he was keeping his real and fantasy worlds separate. "Are we sticking with Rory now?" He asked, clearly still confused but trying to regain control of the situation. "I'll arrange for a female deputy to come for you once we get things settled at the station." He knew he should call on the radio for one now, but something stopped him. But then they asked for a phone call. He slipped their phone from the back jean pocket, reaching into both back pockets to search them as well which caused a certain amount of hand to ass contact but that seemed unavoidable, though Xavier could feel an erection forming despite his best efforts to avoid one. "You'll need to tell me the unlock code." He told them and as he picked her choice for calling his heart was in his throat. "How do you know Abi?" He asked as he hit the speaker option so he could hear both sides of the call. "Are you one of her students?" He wasn't the only one who called add one plus one, but still it was a complication.
"You can meet us at the station." He told his wife, his voice barely concealing his anger at this turn of events.
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Abigail had waited until dusk on Sunday. Her husband was on duty, of course, not that she cared. The more time she had apart from him the better as far as she was concerned. It wasn’t exactly hate, but it was a combination of resentment, hurt, neglect, disrespect and loneliness that had built up over a long, long marriage that had been exacerbated by the forced move to Sedgwick. Of course he didn’t think of it like that, but for her, it was forced. She was happy in Kansas City and hated being in Sedgwick. And she was still angry at the way he had just accepted this job and announced the move without allowing her to be a part of the decision. So here they were, the “happy” church-going couple, him the police chief and her the teacher. But she was no longer this woman. She hated their church and had started to skip church; she hated this community and did her best to avoid any social interactions.
As a classics scholar Dr. Abigail had always had an interest in ancient pagan religions. One cannot study the history of the ancient world without coming to grips with the religious dimension since everything is so woven together. The result had been a growing interest and attraction to these pagan practices. For her paganism made much more sense than Christianity. Christianity, indeed all of the “religions of the book” were focused on transcendence. A single, monotheistic God up there somewhere, not engaged with the world with the human goal to find a way to meet this God in “his” transcendence. This left the world behind and opened the door to all kinds of abuse of creation and the stratification of life. Animist paganism on the other hand was rooted in the creation. Everything in the creation contained the divine; everything was divine – all life. She of course recognized that ancient empires as early as the Greeks and Romans had realized that transcendent religion could be utilized as a tool of power and domination. But even through the periods of empire the people held on to their animist paganism and it gave their lives hope and meaning.
After the move to Sedgwick Abi began to explore paganism and its modern incarnation in a new way and she had decided this spoke to her. She created a little altar in her office with statues of several of her most beloved Goddesses, connected with other pagans online and began to enact subtle rituals. Sunday at dusk was her ritual time. Her husband was gone, so wearing only a simple robe she slipped out of the house carrying a basket with a few things into the woods where she came to a remote clearing she had made. She built a little fire, removed her robe so that she was naked, smoked a joint of pot and began to dance and sing songs she had composed (based on the Orphic Hymns). Today she wanted to try a spell she had transcribed from the Greek Magical Papyri. It was a simple spell, one asking for peace and insight. What should she do about her unhappy marriage? Her goddess was not a vending machine, but she knew that the goddess would come to her and calm her so she could make some decisions. Perhaps some of these decisions would become self-evident. After some libations a few more puffs of the joint, she put out the fire, donned her robe, picked up her things (making sure to remove all evidence of the marijuana) and walked back to the house.
One of Professor Abigail’s responsibilities was to teach a college prep honors history class. She had not been all that enthusiastic to begin with, but as it had progressed she found that she really enjoyed it, and she enjoyed the students. They were a really interesting mix of students of different backgrounds, culture and sexuality. How odd for a school in Sedgwick to have such diversity. As she had progressed through the fall classes one student had made quite an impression upon her. Robin was unlike any student she had even met. The gender fluid young woman was smart and charismatic and Abi found herself oddly and inappropriately drawn to them. Soon Robin was staying after class for long talks. Abi took them to the Student Union and they sat and talked for hours. It was not really unexpected when on Thursday after class during one such visit Robin had leaned in and kissed her. Surprised at first Abi quickly succumbed and was soon kissing Robin passionately as she felt them begin to caress her breasts while she ran her hands over their body caressing their breasts and gently rubbing over the bulge between their legs. Abi’s body wanted to be taken right then and there by them, and perhaps Abi would not have been able to resist had Robin pushed it, but they had pulled away and then quickly left to “catch the bus,” leaving Abi is a state of intense arousal. She rushed back to her office, immediately removed her panties, pulled up her skirt and furiously masturbated to orgasm.
Friday morning Robin came by again and they agreed that since Abi had no classes on Friday afternoon they would spend time together. Abi took them to a little hotel on the outskirts of Wichita and there in that room Abi was loved for the first time in years. She had not experienced orgasms like that since before she was married during her wild youth. Had he asked Abi might have agreed to run off with Robin, but slowly both of their minds took over after the intensity of the sexual encounter had faded and Abi had driven them back to Sedgwick and dropped them off downtown on a side street, worried that her husband might be patrolling and not wanting to encounter him with Robin in the car.
As Abi drove home she mused about the fact that her husband had discovered her ritual place in the woods. This was a set back and she would not be able to use it for a while. After arriving at home she decided to take a shower to wash off any evidence of her tryst before her husband returned home. For the first time in her marriage she had been unfaithful, She didn’t care. It had been incredible. But what now? Would they have a full-fledged relationship? Affair? Maybe Robin just wanted sex. Abi actually didn’t mind that. That might be easier. After taking a fair amount of time in the shower and bringing herself to another yet orgasm she got out of the shower and noticed her phone was beeping.
She answered. It was Robin! Arrested! Pot! Xavier was angry. “This kid’s one call is to you. What is that about?” He demanded.
She sighed in frustration. “He is a student and he has no family. Just give him a warning for Pete’s sake. If this were a pretty girl you know that is what you would do.” This comment seemed to enrage her husband. Abi rolled her eyes.
“You can meet us at the station.” He yelled into the phone as he hung up.
Abi was nervous. She wasn’t ready to have her husband discover their sexual affair yet. Otherwise his rage didn’t phase her. She was used to it. He was a bully and he was always raging about something. Anytime something happened he couldn’t control he would start raging. “What a jerk.” She said as she got in her car.
During the drive she found herself trembling, but she pulled herself together and went into the station. She didn’t wait for him to say anything but marched right into his office, “Xavier, he is a student. You found him with pot. Big deal. In the rest of the country pot is legal. You are the one turning this into something major.”
Her bluntness and aggressiveness both surprised and enraged Xavier even more. They argued intensely during which she stated that she would pay the bail and the fine if necessary, until finally she said (in a moment of indiscretion) “So if you want to go arresting people. Arrest me. I smoke pot when I want. Have for years. You are, as usual, creating a problem where one doesn’t exist.”
As a classics scholar Dr. Abigail had always had an interest in ancient pagan religions. One cannot study the history of the ancient world without coming to grips with the religious dimension since everything is so woven together. The result had been a growing interest and attraction to these pagan practices. For her paganism made much more sense than Christianity. Christianity, indeed all of the “religions of the book” were focused on transcendence. A single, monotheistic God up there somewhere, not engaged with the world with the human goal to find a way to meet this God in “his” transcendence. This left the world behind and opened the door to all kinds of abuse of creation and the stratification of life. Animist paganism on the other hand was rooted in the creation. Everything in the creation contained the divine; everything was divine – all life. She of course recognized that ancient empires as early as the Greeks and Romans had realized that transcendent religion could be utilized as a tool of power and domination. But even through the periods of empire the people held on to their animist paganism and it gave their lives hope and meaning.
After the move to Sedgwick Abi began to explore paganism and its modern incarnation in a new way and she had decided this spoke to her. She created a little altar in her office with statues of several of her most beloved Goddesses, connected with other pagans online and began to enact subtle rituals. Sunday at dusk was her ritual time. Her husband was gone, so wearing only a simple robe she slipped out of the house carrying a basket with a few things into the woods where she came to a remote clearing she had made. She built a little fire, removed her robe so that she was naked, smoked a joint of pot and began to dance and sing songs she had composed (based on the Orphic Hymns). Today she wanted to try a spell she had transcribed from the Greek Magical Papyri. It was a simple spell, one asking for peace and insight. What should she do about her unhappy marriage? Her goddess was not a vending machine, but she knew that the goddess would come to her and calm her so she could make some decisions. Perhaps some of these decisions would become self-evident. After some libations a few more puffs of the joint, she put out the fire, donned her robe, picked up her things (making sure to remove all evidence of the marijuana) and walked back to the house.
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One of Professor Abigail’s responsibilities was to teach a college prep honors history class. She had not been all that enthusiastic to begin with, but as it had progressed she found that she really enjoyed it, and she enjoyed the students. They were a really interesting mix of students of different backgrounds, culture and sexuality. How odd for a school in Sedgwick to have such diversity. As she had progressed through the fall classes one student had made quite an impression upon her. Robin was unlike any student she had even met. The gender fluid young woman was smart and charismatic and Abi found herself oddly and inappropriately drawn to them. Soon Robin was staying after class for long talks. Abi took them to the Student Union and they sat and talked for hours. It was not really unexpected when on Thursday after class during one such visit Robin had leaned in and kissed her. Surprised at first Abi quickly succumbed and was soon kissing Robin passionately as she felt them begin to caress her breasts while she ran her hands over their body caressing their breasts and gently rubbing over the bulge between their legs. Abi’s body wanted to be taken right then and there by them, and perhaps Abi would not have been able to resist had Robin pushed it, but they had pulled away and then quickly left to “catch the bus,” leaving Abi is a state of intense arousal. She rushed back to her office, immediately removed her panties, pulled up her skirt and furiously masturbated to orgasm.
Friday morning Robin came by again and they agreed that since Abi had no classes on Friday afternoon they would spend time together. Abi took them to a little hotel on the outskirts of Wichita and there in that room Abi was loved for the first time in years. She had not experienced orgasms like that since before she was married during her wild youth. Had he asked Abi might have agreed to run off with Robin, but slowly both of their minds took over after the intensity of the sexual encounter had faded and Abi had driven them back to Sedgwick and dropped them off downtown on a side street, worried that her husband might be patrolling and not wanting to encounter him with Robin in the car.
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As Abi drove home she mused about the fact that her husband had discovered her ritual place in the woods. This was a set back and she would not be able to use it for a while. After arriving at home she decided to take a shower to wash off any evidence of her tryst before her husband returned home. For the first time in her marriage she had been unfaithful, She didn’t care. It had been incredible. But what now? Would they have a full-fledged relationship? Affair? Maybe Robin just wanted sex. Abi actually didn’t mind that. That might be easier. After taking a fair amount of time in the shower and bringing herself to another yet orgasm she got out of the shower and noticed her phone was beeping.
She answered. It was Robin! Arrested! Pot! Xavier was angry. “This kid’s one call is to you. What is that about?” He demanded.
She sighed in frustration. “He is a student and he has no family. Just give him a warning for Pete’s sake. If this were a pretty girl you know that is what you would do.” This comment seemed to enrage her husband. Abi rolled her eyes.
“You can meet us at the station.” He yelled into the phone as he hung up.
Abi was nervous. She wasn’t ready to have her husband discover their sexual affair yet. Otherwise his rage didn’t phase her. She was used to it. He was a bully and he was always raging about something. Anytime something happened he couldn’t control he would start raging. “What a jerk.” She said as she got in her car.
During the drive she found herself trembling, but she pulled herself together and went into the station. She didn’t wait for him to say anything but marched right into his office, “Xavier, he is a student. You found him with pot. Big deal. In the rest of the country pot is legal. You are the one turning this into something major.”
Her bluntness and aggressiveness both surprised and enraged Xavier even more. They argued intensely during which she stated that she would pay the bail and the fine if necessary, until finally she said (in a moment of indiscretion) “So if you want to go arresting people. Arrest me. I smoke pot when I want. Have for years. You are, as usual, creating a problem where one doesn’t exist.”
MsBloom
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"So do you grope everyone you arrest like that, or just the ones with breasts?" Robin demanded to know as they were taken to the sheriffs office and placed in a holding cell while the cop waited for his wife to come down there and tear him a new one.
At least that was what they imagined Abi doing, judging by the way she had reacted to the call which also seemed to have sparked some kind of marital dispute and hinted accusations of Xavier having wandering eyes and an inclination towards letting young pretty females off easy and go down hard on the boys, whether they did have breasts or not. it seemed, or maybe their breasts simply wasn't big enough to get them out of trouble, even after having had them groped. It wasn't that they were angry about it really. It didn't really bother them as much as they were letting on but they weren't about to let a cop know that, especially not one that was almost old enough to be her grand dad.
It took a while before Abigail showed up which suggested to Robin that the couple lived outside the town and as they waited they simply sat at the back of the cell with their arms crossed over their chest staring at the old cop without another word in response to his attempts at questioning them or even his futile and almost embarrassing attempts at small talk to make them more friendly for when his wife arrived. They wished they'd had a cigarette to smoke perhaps, or better yet some of the confiscated weed. They were also trying to figure out what the big deal was. It was after all just marijuana even if it might perhaps have been enough to suspect intent to distribute but still.
A big smile spread across Robin's face as Abigail did indeed tear her husband a new one. It was also obvious that Abigail's admission made him quite angry with her. It was almost like watching an improvised classical Greek drama. Their smile grew wider when Abigail admitted to also smoking marijuana which, judging by the look on her husband's face, was not only news to him but also something he had never thought. The admission also caused a pregnant pause in their argument which Robin used to inform Abigail that her husband had groped their breasts and their ass.
"He even made a move to grab my crotch," they added and just for show they grabbed the rolled up sock they had stuffed down their underwear to give their crotch a more masculine outline.
"Dirty old perv," they concluded but with a big smile on their face.
At least that was what they imagined Abi doing, judging by the way she had reacted to the call which also seemed to have sparked some kind of marital dispute and hinted accusations of Xavier having wandering eyes and an inclination towards letting young pretty females off easy and go down hard on the boys, whether they did have breasts or not. it seemed, or maybe their breasts simply wasn't big enough to get them out of trouble, even after having had them groped. It wasn't that they were angry about it really. It didn't really bother them as much as they were letting on but they weren't about to let a cop know that, especially not one that was almost old enough to be her grand dad.
It took a while before Abigail showed up which suggested to Robin that the couple lived outside the town and as they waited they simply sat at the back of the cell with their arms crossed over their chest staring at the old cop without another word in response to his attempts at questioning them or even his futile and almost embarrassing attempts at small talk to make them more friendly for when his wife arrived. They wished they'd had a cigarette to smoke perhaps, or better yet some of the confiscated weed. They were also trying to figure out what the big deal was. It was after all just marijuana even if it might perhaps have been enough to suspect intent to distribute but still.
A big smile spread across Robin's face as Abigail did indeed tear her husband a new one. It was also obvious that Abigail's admission made him quite angry with her. It was almost like watching an improvised classical Greek drama. Their smile grew wider when Abigail admitted to also smoking marijuana which, judging by the look on her husband's face, was not only news to him but also something he had never thought. The admission also caused a pregnant pause in their argument which Robin used to inform Abigail that her husband had groped their breasts and their ass.
"He even made a move to grab my crotch," they added and just for show they grabbed the rolled up sock they had stuffed down their underwear to give their crotch a more masculine outline.
"Dirty old perv," they concluded but with a big smile on their face.
"You're in enough trouble already, don't make it worse on yourself." Xavier told his prisoner as he put 'Rory' into the back of his SUV and took them down to the small station, it reminded Xavier a bit of the Mayberry jail from the old shows, two cells but at least he didn't hang the door key between them. The fact that Abigail knew this person both angered and frustrated him. It was at least enough though to keep Xavier from writing anything up that would have to be voided and explained later. Of course that also meant he didn't run her fake ID and a number of other things he should do to make this look like a legitimate arrest which as far as he was concerned, it was. But his inaction would only make it more difficult to follow through, though he wasn't about to explain that to the cocky little queer bitch in his jail cell. He was already beginning to hate them, not so much for what they were, but for how they made his wife react. He hadn't seen or heard that kind of passion out of Abi in years. He was beginning to think their shared scent was not just a coincident, as Rory didn't really look like the perfume type. If Rory had been a guy as he originally thought, he would have been tempted into some police brutality thinking his wife was cheating on him with the little punk. The fact that Rory appeared at least to him to be a female, ruled out the affair idea in Xavier's rather limited world view.
Xavier sat at his desk as Abigail came into the station. He normally would have rose to great her at least as a courtesy for appearance sake if nothing else. But today he was too angry and he was afraid of what he might do if he let himself get carried away. He had never struck Abigail or even manhandled her, he wasn't raised that way, he wasn't the type who thought about how his neglect and decisions might be considered abuse to an intelligent professional woman like Abigail. He listened to her excuses then spat back. "And a fake ID, do you even know who this person is? You might start with giving me some straight information if you want me to trust either of you."
"He, or she, has to go before a judge before you can post bail. Hell, right now I don't even know whether to put your little friend down as John or Jane Doe". He said in frustration and it was about that time that 'Rory's accusations started getting shouted out. "That was when I thought you were a guy." Xavier said and almost immediately regretted. "I didn't fondle anything, I did a perfectly legitimate search." He said more to Abigail than to the prisoner, nodding at the contriband which prompted her own sudden admission. "Yea right, you wouldn't know pot from oregano." He dismissed her claim then finally stood up, towering over his smaller but still beautiful wife. "You are the one creating a problem and be careful what you wish for." He hissed back at her, they so rarely fought and Xavier couldn't help but think it had a lot to do with the little baby faced troublemaker in the cell.
Xavier sat at his desk as Abigail came into the station. He normally would have rose to great her at least as a courtesy for appearance sake if nothing else. But today he was too angry and he was afraid of what he might do if he let himself get carried away. He had never struck Abigail or even manhandled her, he wasn't raised that way, he wasn't the type who thought about how his neglect and decisions might be considered abuse to an intelligent professional woman like Abigail. He listened to her excuses then spat back. "And a fake ID, do you even know who this person is? You might start with giving me some straight information if you want me to trust either of you."
"He, or she, has to go before a judge before you can post bail. Hell, right now I don't even know whether to put your little friend down as John or Jane Doe". He said in frustration and it was about that time that 'Rory's accusations started getting shouted out. "That was when I thought you were a guy." Xavier said and almost immediately regretted. "I didn't fondle anything, I did a perfectly legitimate search." He said more to Abigail than to the prisoner, nodding at the contriband which prompted her own sudden admission. "Yea right, you wouldn't know pot from oregano." He dismissed her claim then finally stood up, towering over his smaller but still beautiful wife. "You are the one creating a problem and be careful what you wish for." He hissed back at her, they so rarely fought and Xavier couldn't help but think it had a lot to do with the little baby faced troublemaker in the cell.
GentleAbi1955
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Abi stood seething as she stared at her husband and listened to his dismissiveness. When he mentioned the fake ID Abi had to admit to herself he had a point there, but the whole thing was ridiculous from the start. And with Robin's comments about being manhandled, Abi shook her, "You disgust me Xavier, you really do. Do you always feel up the suspects when you arrest them?" She spat that out. "You 'thought he was a guy!' so you felt "him" up. Wow, I don't believe you said that."
She realized she had not been this angry in a very long time. She felt years of neglect and dismissiveness coming to the fore.
She turned to Robin, do you have your real ID?" She asked, "You need to give the officer your ID. Don't mess around with that kind of thing. This professional cop has seen a lot of ID's and can tell the difference." She felt funny coming down on Robin, but at the moment she was almost overcome with her anger and was struggling not to loose herself completely.
She turned to Xavier sitting at the desk. "Oregano. Really? I got news for you at one time in my life I did acid so yeah I know the difference. I am sick of your dismissive disrespect." She turned around, she felt like she was going to cry, but she held it in. "I'm through, I'm through. Here is what is going to happen You are going to let Robin go. They didn't do anything. The only reason they are here is because you are an ignorant bully. While you take care of that I am going to go home and I am going to pack my things and I am going back to campus and you will be on your own for a while, maybe forever. I am not going to tell you where I am staying because I doin't trust you. I can't stay with you. I can't put up with your bullying, your hate, your disrespect."
Trembling she felt herself almost fall, but she steadied herself and turned around and headed towards the door. She could feel that as soon as she got outside she would burst into tears. It was the first time she had ever had the nerve to stand up to him. She felt scared, but also proud that she had had the nerve to finally do it.
"Oh, I'll text the kids so they know."
She realized she had not been this angry in a very long time. She felt years of neglect and dismissiveness coming to the fore.
She turned to Robin, do you have your real ID?" She asked, "You need to give the officer your ID. Don't mess around with that kind of thing. This professional cop has seen a lot of ID's and can tell the difference." She felt funny coming down on Robin, but at the moment she was almost overcome with her anger and was struggling not to loose herself completely.
She turned to Xavier sitting at the desk. "Oregano. Really? I got news for you at one time in my life I did acid so yeah I know the difference. I am sick of your dismissive disrespect." She turned around, she felt like she was going to cry, but she held it in. "I'm through, I'm through. Here is what is going to happen You are going to let Robin go. They didn't do anything. The only reason they are here is because you are an ignorant bully. While you take care of that I am going to go home and I am going to pack my things and I am going back to campus and you will be on your own for a while, maybe forever. I am not going to tell you where I am staying because I doin't trust you. I can't stay with you. I can't put up with your bullying, your hate, your disrespect."
Trembling she felt herself almost fall, but she steadied herself and turned around and headed towards the door. She could feel that as soon as she got outside she would burst into tears. It was the first time she had ever had the nerve to stand up to him. She felt scared, but also proud that she had had the nerve to finally do it.
"Oh, I'll text the kids so they know."
MsBloom
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"My drivers licence should be in my phone case," Robin said a lot more seriously and got up from the bunk they'd been sitting on and walked up to the bars of the cell looking a bit awkward as Abigail now seemed angry at them a well.
"Marbled grey leather with a black rose print on the front," they described their phone case which contained their debit card, library card and membership card to a gym back in New York and of course their New York State driver's licence that they had got only a few weeks before having to move to the middle of nowhere.
They did feel kind of stupid about their fake ID when Abigail yelled at them about it but it had worked before, never on a cop though. Then again they had never really had a reason to show it to a cop before either.
It was both exhilarating and frightening to see the force of nature their teacher and lover was turning into as she vented what must be years of frustration on her husband and Robin honestly didn't know what to think and they certainly did not want to think that it was they who through seducing Abigail had encouraged this outburst and seemingly end of her marriage. They said nothing about it though, just stood there holding the bars and looking at the couple releasing a lot of emotional frustration at each other.
"Marbled grey leather with a black rose print on the front," they described their phone case which contained their debit card, library card and membership card to a gym back in New York and of course their New York State driver's licence that they had got only a few weeks before having to move to the middle of nowhere.
They did feel kind of stupid about their fake ID when Abigail yelled at them about it but it had worked before, never on a cop though. Then again they had never really had a reason to show it to a cop before either.
It was both exhilarating and frightening to see the force of nature their teacher and lover was turning into as she vented what must be years of frustration on her husband and Robin honestly didn't know what to think and they certainly did not want to think that it was they who through seducing Abigail had encouraged this outburst and seemingly end of her marriage. They said nothing about it though, just stood there holding the bars and looking at the couple releasing a lot of emotional frustration at each other.
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"I feel like I suddenly don't even know you." Xavier said, anger mixed with fear as he had never seen Abigail so angry in all their life together. He hadn't gone through her confiscated items yet and at 'Rory's' instruction opened the case and found Robin's real ID, or at least real looking. "Seventeen, female, New York" He set them down though as Abigail renewed her angry onslaught. Reflexively he dug in and thrust the real ID in her face. "Seventeen, is this what you are promoting to kids these days?" He asked, feeling like she was contributing to the delinquency of this girl, though in reality he felt it was probably the other way around. Except the teen was calming down and his wife was getting all the more angry.
He caught her as she began to fall, he wanted to pull her close and try to make this go away, but it was clear more than a hug was going to be needed. When she talked of packing her things it was like a gut punch, knocking the wind out of him. He even looked to Robin in the cell as if ready to beg for help. But when she talked of texting the kids he knew he had to do something.
"Abi, wait....please." He said, hoping it would be enough to at least make her pause and give him a moment to try to salvage his marriage. "Nothing is official here, I held off because you knew this person, one of your students I guess?" He was a bit confused with the age and out of state license and nothing was really making sense but none of that was important right now. "I didn't feel her up, I mean, I thought she was a guy and treated her like one, with a standard search. I mean, the ID, the look..." He was pleading, a tone that would be quite unfamiliar to his wife. "Please Abi, let's just calm down a moment and we can talk through this. I love you, I know I don't always show it but I do, I really do." It was all he could do but lay out his heart for her and hope she didn't crush it. He wasn't used to being this vulnerable, especially in front of a stranger.
He caught her as she began to fall, he wanted to pull her close and try to make this go away, but it was clear more than a hug was going to be needed. When she talked of packing her things it was like a gut punch, knocking the wind out of him. He even looked to Robin in the cell as if ready to beg for help. But when she talked of texting the kids he knew he had to do something.
"Abi, wait....please." He said, hoping it would be enough to at least make her pause and give him a moment to try to salvage his marriage. "Nothing is official here, I held off because you knew this person, one of your students I guess?" He was a bit confused with the age and out of state license and nothing was really making sense but none of that was important right now. "I didn't feel her up, I mean, I thought she was a guy and treated her like one, with a standard search. I mean, the ID, the look..." He was pleading, a tone that would be quite unfamiliar to his wife. "Please Abi, let's just calm down a moment and we can talk through this. I love you, I know I don't always show it but I do, I really do." It was all he could do but lay out his heart for her and hope she didn't crush it. He wasn't used to being this vulnerable, especially in front of a stranger.
GentleAbi1955
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Abi froze, then reached up and wiped tears from her eyes. Slowly she turned around, her eyes were red and she was wiping them. She walked back and sat down. "Ok, thank you." She said softly. She sat quietly for a minute trying to regain her composure. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Robin had moved back away from the bars and sat quietly on the floor in a corner. Xavier gave her a little time.
She took a deep breath, "Ok, first things first. I came here in my capacity as the faculty advisor to the LGBTQ community at the University. That is why I came and since Robin is a college prep student he is technically a matriculated student at the university. He is not a child." She added for emphasis. A vision of their morning of passion went through her head which of course simply confirmed that he was no child. "He has no family so we take extra responsibility with students like that. As to his sexuality. You have no right, legal or moral, question it." By the expression on his face, Abi could tell Xavier had no idea she served as the faculty liaison to the University's LGBTQ community. She look at him. "I know you didn't know I had that role. You probably didn't know I held the same position in Kansas City, but if you dig into your memory you might remember I told you once I had been asked to do this in KC but as usual you were not listening. All faculty have extra responsibilities, this is mine and I am passionate about it. That you didn't know, is really your fault since you are never interested in anything I do. And I would be damned before I would ask your permission."
She felt herself getting angry again, but she took a deep breath and a pause. "I accept your explanation of the arrest and I concede that that ID is a problem. But I suspect it worked with a bouncer once and it didn't occur to Robin that it would not work with a professional law enforcement officer. I am sure Robin has learned their lesson. An official warning is in order."
She started to cry again, and immediately got angry with herself. "We have problems Xavier. You treat me with so much disrespect. I have a PhD, I read classical Greek, I have been around the world on archeological digs, I recently had a translation of an obscure Greek poet published. Did you know any of that? No. Whenever I try to tell you about my life and the things I am excited about you ignore me or dismiss me, like your oregano comment. Do you really think that I am so sheltered I could get to my 51st year and never have seen, experienced or smelled pot?" She started to cry, "You don't care about me. You don't. You say you don't know me. Well, whose fault is that. You are not interested in me!" She started to sob so she put her head down on the desk and just let it out crying for a good 5 minutes before she got herself under control.
She took the kleenex he offered her and nodded. "Maybe we ought to spend some time apart. I don't know. By the way, just so you know, the fire in the woods was me. It is something I like to do. It is a kind of spiritual thing. I won't do it again if it is a problem, but I don't want you thinking it might have been anyone else. I'm sorry if that caused you problems..." She started to cry again. Then shook her head and slipped in her chair closing her tear filled eyes.
She took a deep breath, "Ok, first things first. I came here in my capacity as the faculty advisor to the LGBTQ community at the University. That is why I came and since Robin is a college prep student he is technically a matriculated student at the university. He is not a child." She added for emphasis. A vision of their morning of passion went through her head which of course simply confirmed that he was no child. "He has no family so we take extra responsibility with students like that. As to his sexuality. You have no right, legal or moral, question it." By the expression on his face, Abi could tell Xavier had no idea she served as the faculty liaison to the University's LGBTQ community. She look at him. "I know you didn't know I had that role. You probably didn't know I held the same position in Kansas City, but if you dig into your memory you might remember I told you once I had been asked to do this in KC but as usual you were not listening. All faculty have extra responsibilities, this is mine and I am passionate about it. That you didn't know, is really your fault since you are never interested in anything I do. And I would be damned before I would ask your permission."
She felt herself getting angry again, but she took a deep breath and a pause. "I accept your explanation of the arrest and I concede that that ID is a problem. But I suspect it worked with a bouncer once and it didn't occur to Robin that it would not work with a professional law enforcement officer. I am sure Robin has learned their lesson. An official warning is in order."
She started to cry again, and immediately got angry with herself. "We have problems Xavier. You treat me with so much disrespect. I have a PhD, I read classical Greek, I have been around the world on archeological digs, I recently had a translation of an obscure Greek poet published. Did you know any of that? No. Whenever I try to tell you about my life and the things I am excited about you ignore me or dismiss me, like your oregano comment. Do you really think that I am so sheltered I could get to my 51st year and never have seen, experienced or smelled pot?" She started to cry, "You don't care about me. You don't. You say you don't know me. Well, whose fault is that. You are not interested in me!" She started to sob so she put her head down on the desk and just let it out crying for a good 5 minutes before she got herself under control.
She took the kleenex he offered her and nodded. "Maybe we ought to spend some time apart. I don't know. By the way, just so you know, the fire in the woods was me. It is something I like to do. It is a kind of spiritual thing. I won't do it again if it is a problem, but I don't want you thinking it might have been anyone else. I'm sorry if that caused you problems..." She started to cry again. Then shook her head and slipped in her chair closing her tear filled eyes.
MsBloom
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Robin sat down n the floor of the cell and looked at the arguing couple. They had basically ignored them since asking for their real ID, even if they still were the cause of the argument it did seem like it had torn up a lot of old wounds, especially in Abigail who seemed more and more like a victim of her own circumstances and when their teacher finally broke down and started to cry rather than storm out Robin couldn't help but wonder how the two spouses had ended up together. It was almost as if Abigail had married Xavier in an attempt to go straight, not just sexually but in every aspect of her life. She had put on a mask the day the two of them got married. What was it Abigail had been running from so desperately, herself?
In an attempt to actually help Robin confirmed that Xavier's groping of their breasts had been accidental and that as soon as he felt them he had removed his hands and even offered to call a female officer to continue the search.
"And he did actually apologise," they further explained as the couple fell silent and Abigail just sat there in front of her husband's desk crying.
They, of course, had no idea what the cop would do in the end but they hoped that it was as he had said. He had made nothing official, no reports were started and he hadn't even made a list of the things he had taken from them, their phone, cigarettes, lighter, keys to their dorm room and of course the purchased weed. They didn't expect to get back the latter of those items of course but with Abigail having admitted to smoking it as well they hoped that perhaps her teacher and lover might have some to share.
When a few minutes had gone by in awkward silence broken only by Abigail's sobs they coughed and called attention to themselves.
"If you're not going to book me officially," they said to Xavier with an apologetic smile.
"Then would you mind letting me go in time to not miss supper at seven? We're having Chicken Pot Pie tonight, I think."
In an attempt to actually help Robin confirmed that Xavier's groping of their breasts had been accidental and that as soon as he felt them he had removed his hands and even offered to call a female officer to continue the search.
"And he did actually apologise," they further explained as the couple fell silent and Abigail just sat there in front of her husband's desk crying.
They, of course, had no idea what the cop would do in the end but they hoped that it was as he had said. He had made nothing official, no reports were started and he hadn't even made a list of the things he had taken from them, their phone, cigarettes, lighter, keys to their dorm room and of course the purchased weed. They didn't expect to get back the latter of those items of course but with Abigail having admitted to smoking it as well they hoped that perhaps her teacher and lover might have some to share.
When a few minutes had gone by in awkward silence broken only by Abigail's sobs they coughed and called attention to themselves.
"If you're not going to book me officially," they said to Xavier with an apologetic smile.
"Then would you mind letting me go in time to not miss supper at seven? We're having Chicken Pot Pie tonight, I think."
Xavier chafed at Abigail's tone about her 'official' capacity and use of lots of fancy words in this matter but he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. He cared little about the arrest, especially in light of the threat it seemed to pose to his marriage. Though with her threat to leave, he was also a little reluctant to throw away what little leverage he felt he had by turning Robin loose without some conditions, especially given her accusations of groping. But he had to tread carefully, Robin was clever and quick to throw out those accusations when it suited her purpose. His confusion grew as she kept referring to Rory as "he" which made him wonder if Abigail even knew Robin's true gender. Xavier did vaguely remember some alphabet gobbledygook from his wife from time to time but he usually just shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. Perhaps that had been his response to too many things in their marriage and now with the kids gone, they had so little common ground.
It helped that Robin started to tell the story a bit closer to how he remembered it, but when she got to the part of him groping her breasts, that sensation of those small young breasts made his cock stir despite the disastrous implications of that train of thought. His face flushed red as he looked at Robin in the cell, she looked like a young boy but was really a slightly older girl, or perhaps something in between? But he was sure of the breasts and damn he really had to stop thinking about them. "Him Abigail? Maybe she has fooled you as well?" He said back, his voice resigned as if acknowledging he had lost control of the situation despite his usual authority. Who knows how he would have reacted if he knew just how well Abigail was able to confirm Robin's physical gender.
"I've never disrespected you, not one word." He was obviously thinking of overt disrespect, not the kind where he made major decisions for them without consulting her. "What about church and the choir, has that all been an act up to now? I don't think so." He felt his temper rising with hers but in the end seeing her cry like this hurt him more than he could have imagined. He stopped talking and offered her a tissue from his desk. "Don't cry, we can work it out." She confessed about the fire, though the details were fairly sparse. "It's ok, they are your woods too, I just thought it was trespassers. I am interested, I really am, maybe we just need to learn a new?"
He only knew he didn't want her to leave, he wanted to think it was love, but it was also image. The idea of his wife leaving him was an assault on his masculinity even if he didn't want to admit it. When Robin interrupted he looked at her as if he had forgotten she was there. He sat back at his desk, looking at the pile of confiscated items, he gave a sigh of resignation.
"I will leave the official warning to you in your official capacity." He stressed the officials, giving it all a sense of washing his hands of the whole thing. He picked up the two ID's, keeping the fake he laid the real one in front of Abigail. He then slid her phone and other belongings but kept the cigarettes and lighter in front of him. "I need to destroy the fake ID.' He said, leaving little room for argument in his tone, leaving the smokes and pot in front of him. "I'll leave these to your official judgement." He slid them towards Abigail but kept his hand on them as he looked her in the eyes. "I'm willing to release her to you, but I want your promise you will come home tonight and we will talk." He didn't wait for her response, but released the contraband items and stood to unlock the cell.
It helped that Robin started to tell the story a bit closer to how he remembered it, but when she got to the part of him groping her breasts, that sensation of those small young breasts made his cock stir despite the disastrous implications of that train of thought. His face flushed red as he looked at Robin in the cell, she looked like a young boy but was really a slightly older girl, or perhaps something in between? But he was sure of the breasts and damn he really had to stop thinking about them. "Him Abigail? Maybe she has fooled you as well?" He said back, his voice resigned as if acknowledging he had lost control of the situation despite his usual authority. Who knows how he would have reacted if he knew just how well Abigail was able to confirm Robin's physical gender.
"I've never disrespected you, not one word." He was obviously thinking of overt disrespect, not the kind where he made major decisions for them without consulting her. "What about church and the choir, has that all been an act up to now? I don't think so." He felt his temper rising with hers but in the end seeing her cry like this hurt him more than he could have imagined. He stopped talking and offered her a tissue from his desk. "Don't cry, we can work it out." She confessed about the fire, though the details were fairly sparse. "It's ok, they are your woods too, I just thought it was trespassers. I am interested, I really am, maybe we just need to learn a new?"
He only knew he didn't want her to leave, he wanted to think it was love, but it was also image. The idea of his wife leaving him was an assault on his masculinity even if he didn't want to admit it. When Robin interrupted he looked at her as if he had forgotten she was there. He sat back at his desk, looking at the pile of confiscated items, he gave a sigh of resignation.
"I will leave the official warning to you in your official capacity." He stressed the officials, giving it all a sense of washing his hands of the whole thing. He picked up the two ID's, keeping the fake he laid the real one in front of Abigail. He then slid her phone and other belongings but kept the cigarettes and lighter in front of him. "I need to destroy the fake ID.' He said, leaving little room for argument in his tone, leaving the smokes and pot in front of him. "I'll leave these to your official judgement." He slid them towards Abigail but kept his hand on them as he looked her in the eyes. "I'm willing to release her to you, but I want your promise you will come home tonight and we will talk." He didn't wait for her response, but released the contraband items and stood to unlock the cell.
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Whenever Xavier spoke it seemed to Abi that he just simply did not understand, and that he would never understand. She was now cried out and felt a cloud of deep, deep sadness descend upon her. "'You have never disrespected me...'" She repeated his words with a sense of hopelessness as she shook her head. "You just don't see it do you. You just don't see it." She sat in silence for a moment. "I am not so sure WE can work it out Xavier. In the past your idea of 'working it out' has meant I give in and do things your way. I am not willing to do that anymore. And since you asked yes church and choir have been an act. I don't believe any of that crap. The idiot who calls himself a pastor doesn't know anything about the biblical text except his own prejudices and preconceptions. Don't forget I actually read Greek and some Hebrew. Look, I'm sorry but I am through with church. I am not willing to pretend any more. You can go alone or not at all. I am not putting up that facade any more. And this is not up for negotiation. If you had been paying attention you would have noticed I have actually been in church for weeks and that I quit the choir months ago."
She looked at Robin. Her still moist eyes conveying a sense of hopeless sadness. "I'm sorry Robin. None of this is about you. It has been coming on between us for a while and it is really unfair to you ended up stuck in the middle of this. And I am sorry I mess up your pronouns, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but when I get so emotional I just don't think carefully. Please forgive me." She wiped her eyes and turned back to her husband who after taking a deep breath began to carefully, more gently than he probably would have normally, explain how he would dispose of this situation. She watched has he slid Robin's possession back to her and listened as he explained about the ID. She nodded, "of course.. I understand that." She expected him to confiscate the pot and she would not have put up any objection to that. Abi may have had trouble with her own boundaries but she respected the law. So she was surprised when he pushed the cigarettes and pot back to her: "...promise you will come home tonight and we will talk." She could hear a pleading in his voice as he unlocked the cell.
Robin didn't move initially while Xavier returned to his desk and waited for some response.
"I want to propose a compromise." She said carefully and softly. Then taking a deep breath she continued, "Xavier, I love you... I really do... I have loved you since the day I met you." She paused as the imagine of her husband as a happy young man passed through her mind. "But I don't think you understand me and maybe you just can't understand me. But I can't continue like this. I think we both need some time apart. I know I do. I need a day or two just by myself to think through all of this. I promise I won't do anything drastic. I won't tell the kids and I promise I will return to the house. But can you at least understand that I am feeling so hurt and neglected and I just get the sense our marriage is just hopeless. I think you see me as an extension of yourself, you don't see me as a complete person who has a life apart from their own, who has interests, needs, desires that do not revolve around you... a no longer young woman has had experiences you have never even bothered to ask about. I know you didn't like my parents, but did you ever consider that getting to know them might have helped you understand me." Abi paused again as an image of her deceased parents flashed through her mind. They had been very odd in many respects. As an only child Abi had been a daddy's girl and had adored her father who had died suddenly of a heart attack. Her mother eventually had to be institutionalized and died slowly, with Abi overseeing her care some 15 years later.
She looked up at him and sighed, "So... what do you think... just a couple days - no contact - no attempt to spy on me and then I will come home and we can see where we are both at. I'll warn you before I return. Or maybe we can do something nice for each other for a change... or not... I don't know..." She looked in his eyes and saw confusion fear and anger which caused her to slouch again in her chair overcome with sadness. It seemed at that moment to be impossible. Nothing would ever change, not because he wasn't willing, but because he wasn't able. There would have to be something major to ever move him away from his worldview.
She waited for a response but after a pause, she looked over to Robin, "Come on, I'll drive you back to school." Another look at Xavier before she sighed and got out of her chair.
She looked at Robin. Her still moist eyes conveying a sense of hopeless sadness. "I'm sorry Robin. None of this is about you. It has been coming on between us for a while and it is really unfair to you ended up stuck in the middle of this. And I am sorry I mess up your pronouns, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but when I get so emotional I just don't think carefully. Please forgive me." She wiped her eyes and turned back to her husband who after taking a deep breath began to carefully, more gently than he probably would have normally, explain how he would dispose of this situation. She watched has he slid Robin's possession back to her and listened as he explained about the ID. She nodded, "of course.. I understand that." She expected him to confiscate the pot and she would not have put up any objection to that. Abi may have had trouble with her own boundaries but she respected the law. So she was surprised when he pushed the cigarettes and pot back to her: "...promise you will come home tonight and we will talk." She could hear a pleading in his voice as he unlocked the cell.
Robin didn't move initially while Xavier returned to his desk and waited for some response.
"I want to propose a compromise." She said carefully and softly. Then taking a deep breath she continued, "Xavier, I love you... I really do... I have loved you since the day I met you." She paused as the imagine of her husband as a happy young man passed through her mind. "But I don't think you understand me and maybe you just can't understand me. But I can't continue like this. I think we both need some time apart. I know I do. I need a day or two just by myself to think through all of this. I promise I won't do anything drastic. I won't tell the kids and I promise I will return to the house. But can you at least understand that I am feeling so hurt and neglected and I just get the sense our marriage is just hopeless. I think you see me as an extension of yourself, you don't see me as a complete person who has a life apart from their own, who has interests, needs, desires that do not revolve around you... a no longer young woman has had experiences you have never even bothered to ask about. I know you didn't like my parents, but did you ever consider that getting to know them might have helped you understand me." Abi paused again as an image of her deceased parents flashed through her mind. They had been very odd in many respects. As an only child Abi had been a daddy's girl and had adored her father who had died suddenly of a heart attack. Her mother eventually had to be institutionalized and died slowly, with Abi overseeing her care some 15 years later.
She looked up at him and sighed, "So... what do you think... just a couple days - no contact - no attempt to spy on me and then I will come home and we can see where we are both at. I'll warn you before I return. Or maybe we can do something nice for each other for a change... or not... I don't know..." She looked in his eyes and saw confusion fear and anger which caused her to slouch again in her chair overcome with sadness. It seemed at that moment to be impossible. Nothing would ever change, not because he wasn't willing, but because he wasn't able. There would have to be something major to ever move him away from his worldview.
She waited for a response but after a pause, she looked over to Robin, "Come on, I'll drive you back to school." Another look at Xavier before she sighed and got out of her chair.
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Robin remained seated on the floor while Xavier opened the cell door to release them into Abigail's care at least for a while. The whole situation was strange and their lover's apology for getting them caught in the middle of a domestic quarrel somehow made it even stranger but also made Robin wonder if perhaps all of what had unfolded before their eyes was perhaps a large part of the reason why Abigail had been so easily seduced. After all it was not as if they had really even tried to seduce the older woman. It was more as if she had offered herself up to be seduced, perhaps even subtly begged to be seduced. Perhaps it had been the reason Abigail needed to let out the flood of emotions they had just seen pouring out of her, from furious anger to debilitating sadness, to ... Robin was unsure what exactly it was Abigail might feel as she proposed a compromise to her husband.
As they stood up and walked over to the desk to collect their things, including both the cigarettes and oddly enough the marijuana as well, they wondered how the marital compromise between Abigail and Xavier would affect them. Would Abigail still want to continue their relationship, maybe evolve it to something more than just sex? Probably not, they figured, after all it was not only Xavier they needed to keep their mutual attraction hidden from. Should the affair, even if it never happened again, become known then Abigail could lose all the things she had just told her husband made her life worth living despite her unhappiness with her marriage.
"Hey, are you alright?" Robin asked as they sat in Abigail's car and put a hand on her shoulder.
"That was quite intense in there," they added and tried a smile before adjusting in their seat to give Abigail a comforting hug.
As they stood up and walked over to the desk to collect their things, including both the cigarettes and oddly enough the marijuana as well, they wondered how the marital compromise between Abigail and Xavier would affect them. Would Abigail still want to continue their relationship, maybe evolve it to something more than just sex? Probably not, they figured, after all it was not only Xavier they needed to keep their mutual attraction hidden from. Should the affair, even if it never happened again, become known then Abigail could lose all the things she had just told her husband made her life worth living despite her unhappiness with her marriage.
"Hey, are you alright?" Robin asked as they sat in Abigail's car and put a hand on her shoulder.
"That was quite intense in there," they added and tried a smile before adjusting in their seat to give Abigail a comforting hug.
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"Robin," she whispered, as she pulled away "not here. The buildings and the sidewalks have eyes and ears. Just get in the car for now."
She drove quietly to the school and when she finally arrived she parked a little ways away from the front entrance of the school, just out of sight. She looked at Robin, "I'm sorry for all of this. Look, I am going back to my office and I am going to call the housing office and get a visitor's room for a couple nights. If you would prefer to stay out of all of this I understand, but if you want to visit me there over the weekend... well... I would like that. But it is up to you. One last thing, give me the pot. I don't trust him. He might decide to show up and do a search. I wouldn't put it past him. I'll give it back to you... maybe we can smoke some together later this weekend." She looked around and bent over and gave him a little kiss.
Then she drove back to her house, grabbed a few things and headed to campus where she got the room, called Robin to tell him the room number and address, and went straight there where she immediately lay on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
She drove quietly to the school and when she finally arrived she parked a little ways away from the front entrance of the school, just out of sight. She looked at Robin, "I'm sorry for all of this. Look, I am going back to my office and I am going to call the housing office and get a visitor's room for a couple nights. If you would prefer to stay out of all of this I understand, but if you want to visit me there over the weekend... well... I would like that. But it is up to you. One last thing, give me the pot. I don't trust him. He might decide to show up and do a search. I wouldn't put it past him. I'll give it back to you... maybe we can smoke some together later this weekend." She looked around and bent over and gave him a little kiss.
Then she drove back to her house, grabbed a few things and headed to campus where she got the room, called Robin to tell him the room number and address, and went straight there where she immediately lay on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
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Robin understood that just outside the sheriff's office was perhaps not the place for public display of affection, especially not since the sheriff was your lover's husband with whom she had just had a heartbreaking row. They sat back in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt. They wanted to say something more but no words seemed right and so they remained silent until Abigail parked the car outside the main entrance to the boarding school. It had been a trip that took maybe five minutes but in the awkward silence between them it had felt longer.
"Don't be sorry," Robin said and leaned in to kiss Abigail but realising that just outside her school was probably just as bad a place for such a display of affection as outside the sheriff's office she pulled back and just smiled instead.
"I would love to come visit you tomorrow and maybe stay until Sunday, if that's alright with you."
There was something exciting about the idea of spending a full two days with Abigail that actually caused Robin to giggle a little. It wasn't just about all the sex they could have in those two days but also sharing breakfast after having talked through the night smoking weed. It was also about actually sleeping next to Abigail, about falling asleep in her arms, resting their head on her generous breasts.
It wasn't that they would call it love, at least not yet. It was more of a crush, an infatuation combined with lust. Robin's sexual fantasies had always revolved around older women and men. They found people their own age to be inexperienced and sometimes silly. The boys only had one thing on their mind, to get their cocks pleasured and to stick it inside them which they were by no means comfortable with and the girls that were interested ended up being mostly curious and once they had the badge explained that they weren't lesbians and that was that. The first time Robin had actually had good sex had been with the divorced mum of two who had lived across the hall from them and their mum and step dad. She was in her late thirties, so not even close to Abigail's age, and for a few months she and Robin had had a secret affair. It was without question the best sex they had ever had, at least until they met Abigail.
"I think it might be best you keep the weed yea," they said as they got out of the car.
"I'll call you tomorrow when I get on the bus and you can come pick me up at the bust stop outside the college perhaps."
She so desperately wanted to kiss Abigail goodnight but wasn't sure how she'd react in such a public place and with some of Robin's fellow students still hanging about in the front garden waiting for supper.
"Don't be sorry," Robin said and leaned in to kiss Abigail but realising that just outside her school was probably just as bad a place for such a display of affection as outside the sheriff's office she pulled back and just smiled instead.
"I would love to come visit you tomorrow and maybe stay until Sunday, if that's alright with you."
There was something exciting about the idea of spending a full two days with Abigail that actually caused Robin to giggle a little. It wasn't just about all the sex they could have in those two days but also sharing breakfast after having talked through the night smoking weed. It was also about actually sleeping next to Abigail, about falling asleep in her arms, resting their head on her generous breasts.
It wasn't that they would call it love, at least not yet. It was more of a crush, an infatuation combined with lust. Robin's sexual fantasies had always revolved around older women and men. They found people their own age to be inexperienced and sometimes silly. The boys only had one thing on their mind, to get their cocks pleasured and to stick it inside them which they were by no means comfortable with and the girls that were interested ended up being mostly curious and once they had the badge explained that they weren't lesbians and that was that. The first time Robin had actually had good sex had been with the divorced mum of two who had lived across the hall from them and their mum and step dad. She was in her late thirties, so not even close to Abigail's age, and for a few months she and Robin had had a secret affair. It was without question the best sex they had ever had, at least until they met Abigail.
"I think it might be best you keep the weed yea," they said as they got out of the car.
"I'll call you tomorrow when I get on the bus and you can come pick me up at the bust stop outside the college perhaps."
She so desperately wanted to kiss Abigail goodnight but wasn't sure how she'd react in such a public place and with some of Robin's fellow students still hanging about in the front garden waiting for supper.
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Abi raised her hands. "No... not hear!" She reached over and squeezed Robin's arm gently. "No texts, no emails, you can call though. Let me know when you are arriving and I'll pick you up. The guest house is way out on the far end of campus on the other side of the sports complex, actually set back in the woods. I am pretty sure we will be alone there. I think I will return home on Sunday. I don't know... we'll see." She smiled and squeezed their arm again. "Later..."
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"Later," Robin said and smiled then bit their bottom lip and shoved their hands into their pockets walking off towards the school.
They sat by themselves in the refectory and ate their dinner quickly before heading to the communal showers, washed off and headed to their room on the second floor. By chance and luck they'd gotten a room to themselves as they had arrived a few weeks into the semester and all the shared rooms were already filled. They changed into their pyjamas and spent an hour masturbating while thinking of Abigail and the afternoon they had spent together. They could barely wait for the night to be over so they could go to her and spend the entire weekend there. They would of course have to first inform the matron that they would be spending the weekend elsewhere but that wouldn't be a problem. At least they hoped it wouldn't be.
In the morning they woke up early and was first down for breakfast and having had toast with eggs and bacon they found the matron and informed her about their plans to spend the weekend away from school. the matron did give her an inquisitive look but eventually nodded.
"Just make sure you are back before curfew on Sunday," the matron demanded and Robin nodded.
They then packed an overnight bag with fresh clothes and some toiletries before walking to the bus stop. As they called Abigail in order to let her know that she was on her way she was so excited it felt as if she was electric.
They sat by themselves in the refectory and ate their dinner quickly before heading to the communal showers, washed off and headed to their room on the second floor. By chance and luck they'd gotten a room to themselves as they had arrived a few weeks into the semester and all the shared rooms were already filled. They changed into their pyjamas and spent an hour masturbating while thinking of Abigail and the afternoon they had spent together. They could barely wait for the night to be over so they could go to her and spend the entire weekend there. They would of course have to first inform the matron that they would be spending the weekend elsewhere but that wouldn't be a problem. At least they hoped it wouldn't be.
In the morning they woke up early and was first down for breakfast and having had toast with eggs and bacon they found the matron and informed her about their plans to spend the weekend away from school. the matron did give her an inquisitive look but eventually nodded.
"Just make sure you are back before curfew on Sunday," the matron demanded and Robin nodded.
They then packed an overnight bag with fresh clothes and some toiletries before walking to the bus stop. As they called Abigail in order to let her know that she was on her way she was so excited it felt as if she was electric.
Xavier ate dinner alone at the station, not wanting to go home to an empty house. He decided to do a bit of checking up on Ms. Robin Beddow, he had to be careful in the database, there could be significant sanctions for unauthorized use. He was able to see a mostly lack of a record which was kind of good, though with being a juvenile could easily be hidden from such a casual search. No vehicle registration in her name, so she couldn't be all too mobile. Thinking back about the scent and Abi's passion, he couldn't believe they had anything romantic between them, but something was nagging at him. With Abi in Wichita for the weekend, maybe he should pay Robin a visit. Unless, no it was crazy but if it were the case, Robin was going to head for Wichita, but how would she get there? He went online to look at the bus schedule. He noted the time for the two departures from Sedgwick to Wichita, he was sure this was all for nothing but at least it gave him something to do.
He didn't sleep well but he woke early and was at the bus station before the departure time. No Robin, he waited to see the bus leave, confirming to himself she hadn't gotten on the bus. "This is crazy, you know Abi, she isn't a lesbian and if she were she wouldn't be stupid enough to take up with one of her students." But he was still faced with Abi's entire premise in their fight, that he didn't know her. He headed to a local diner for breakfast, making a bit of small talk with some of the regulars. Xavier parked on a blind side of the station and walked around. His heart began to pound as he saw Robin waiting for the bus. "Headed back to Wichita?" He asked, his voice tense as if he were trying to hold back the toxic mix of emotions he was feeling at seeing her there. "Seeing anyone special?" He asked, his eyes boring into Robin's practically daring her to lie to him. It could still be some sort of misunderstanding, Robin might have some legitimate reason for going to the nearest large town for the weekend. "I suppose I have to stop being such a suspicious prick?" He said with a laugh, trying to remember that Robin did at least help clarify the situation yesterday, though largely to undo her own mischief. "I kind of feel I owe you one, I'm headed that way, why don't I give you a lift?" He asked, though he would be somewhat surprised if she willingly chose to spend the time with him, especially if she was going to meet his wife. "A lot more comfortable than a bus." He said as he made his way to leave with or without her.
He didn't sleep well but he woke early and was at the bus station before the departure time. No Robin, he waited to see the bus leave, confirming to himself she hadn't gotten on the bus. "This is crazy, you know Abi, she isn't a lesbian and if she were she wouldn't be stupid enough to take up with one of her students." But he was still faced with Abi's entire premise in their fight, that he didn't know her. He headed to a local diner for breakfast, making a bit of small talk with some of the regulars. Xavier parked on a blind side of the station and walked around. His heart began to pound as he saw Robin waiting for the bus. "Headed back to Wichita?" He asked, his voice tense as if he were trying to hold back the toxic mix of emotions he was feeling at seeing her there. "Seeing anyone special?" He asked, his eyes boring into Robin's practically daring her to lie to him. It could still be some sort of misunderstanding, Robin might have some legitimate reason for going to the nearest large town for the weekend. "I suppose I have to stop being such a suspicious prick?" He said with a laugh, trying to remember that Robin did at least help clarify the situation yesterday, though largely to undo her own mischief. "I kind of feel I owe you one, I'm headed that way, why don't I give you a lift?" He asked, though he would be somewhat surprised if she willingly chose to spend the time with him, especially if she was going to meet his wife. "A lot more comfortable than a bus." He said as he made his way to leave with or without her.
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"See you soon then, bye," Robin said and ended the call to Abigail with a kissing noise.
When they looked up from their phone the noticed Xavier coming around from the back of the bus stop and he just stood there staring at them as if he wasn't sure what to do. Robin too got a bit insecure about the situation. Was he checking up on them? Was he just waiting for another chance to arrest or caution them about something or other to spite his wife?
When he approached they gave an insecure smile and a nod at his question about going to Wichita.
"No. I'm just going shopping," they said without specifying for what and shrugged as if there was nothing odd about that.
"Maybe pick up a new pair of jeans, or a shirt, not sure really," they added as casually as they could because of course they couldn't tell him the real reason they were headed to Wichita.
They then shrugged at his comment about needing to stop being a suspicious prick. It was not something they felt comfortable commenting on in any other way.
To their own surprise they nodded at his offer of giving her a lift. It would be quicker than the bus and possibly less tedious as well even if they did have a book and music to pass the time it took by bus.
"Sure. I guess," they said and walked up next to him.
Feeling that they too should apologise for having inflamed the situation at the sheriff's office the day before they did so and explained that they had simply been angry about being arrested.
"I'm sorry about you and your wife having problems," they added and in a way they actually meant it.
They did vaguely remember how their mum and dad had argued and fought before they split up when they were four.
"But maybe she is right. Y'know, about you not really knowing her at all?"
They almost instantly bit their lip and expected to have to take the bus after all.
When they looked up from their phone the noticed Xavier coming around from the back of the bus stop and he just stood there staring at them as if he wasn't sure what to do. Robin too got a bit insecure about the situation. Was he checking up on them? Was he just waiting for another chance to arrest or caution them about something or other to spite his wife?
When he approached they gave an insecure smile and a nod at his question about going to Wichita.
"No. I'm just going shopping," they said without specifying for what and shrugged as if there was nothing odd about that.
"Maybe pick up a new pair of jeans, or a shirt, not sure really," they added as casually as they could because of course they couldn't tell him the real reason they were headed to Wichita.
They then shrugged at his comment about needing to stop being a suspicious prick. It was not something they felt comfortable commenting on in any other way.
To their own surprise they nodded at his offer of giving her a lift. It would be quicker than the bus and possibly less tedious as well even if they did have a book and music to pass the time it took by bus.
"Sure. I guess," they said and walked up next to him.
Feeling that they too should apologise for having inflamed the situation at the sheriff's office the day before they did so and explained that they had simply been angry about being arrested.
"I'm sorry about you and your wife having problems," they added and in a way they actually meant it.
They did vaguely remember how their mum and dad had argued and fought before they split up when they were four.
"But maybe she is right. Y'know, about you not really knowing her at all?"
They almost instantly bit their lip and expected to have to take the bus after all.
Xavier spent much of his law enforcement career making people nervous, it was kind of hard to turn off. "Shopping eh?" He replied, it was of course impossible to prove otherwise but he wasn't a big believer in coincidences. Despite his own advice he couldn't help but be suspicious and frankly it was driving him near insane to think this person had some clues as to his wife's behavior. He was desperate to keep Abigail, that much he knew, he would do anything for her, he just didn't recognize what he needed to do to keep her.
He had fully expected her to refuse his offer and he was a little shocked by the nod, other than he knew what a hassle travelling by bus was. He couldn't imagine Robin had any real interest in him even though he couldn't deny he had more than once relived that feeling of his hands on her breasts. Robin had a cute face, boyish but cute, and while she had nothing on Abigail in the chest, something about that forbidden fruit was just a bit more interesting than it should be. His mind wandered a bit as they walked around to his pick up truck, he had left his official vehicle at home.
"Yea, me too, but seems I have much to learn that I somehow missed in the last 30 some years. We actually never fight, but then maybe that is why it was all pent up." He mused half to himself. As Robin talked about him not really knowing her at all he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth opened, a vein seemed to pop near his temple, but then he took a breath and unlocked the door with the remote. Getting in the driver's seat he started the truck and headed towards Wichita. "Well maybe you can enlighten me, we have a bit of time after all. Tell me what I am missing." It was more demand than request, but he was doing his best to remain polite.
He had fully expected her to refuse his offer and he was a little shocked by the nod, other than he knew what a hassle travelling by bus was. He couldn't imagine Robin had any real interest in him even though he couldn't deny he had more than once relived that feeling of his hands on her breasts. Robin had a cute face, boyish but cute, and while she had nothing on Abigail in the chest, something about that forbidden fruit was just a bit more interesting than it should be. His mind wandered a bit as they walked around to his pick up truck, he had left his official vehicle at home.
"Yea, me too, but seems I have much to learn that I somehow missed in the last 30 some years. We actually never fight, but then maybe that is why it was all pent up." He mused half to himself. As Robin talked about him not really knowing her at all he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth opened, a vein seemed to pop near his temple, but then he took a breath and unlocked the door with the remote. Getting in the driver's seat he started the truck and headed towards Wichita. "Well maybe you can enlighten me, we have a bit of time after all. Tell me what I am missing." It was more demand than request, but he was doing his best to remain polite.
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"I can't really say I know her all that well myself," Robin admitted as they got into the passenger seat.
"I've really only met her once a week for my college prep classes but she is one cool lady, strict to the point of annoying when it comes to homework and stuff like that but also incredibly caring and inclusive."
Robin looked over at Xavier and asked if it would be ok with him is they smoked in the car.
"Just a regular cigarette that is," they added to avoid another search.
"From what I saw last night though I'd say she is frustrated because she feels that you don't acknowledge her for who she really is, emotionally as well as physically. She is very open-minded and I think her body needs something more than just the usual, if y'know what I mean."
They fell silent for a little while and looked out the window unsure of how to continue explaining that what Abigail might need physically went beyond the vanilla sex Robin assumed she had had to put up with since she and Xavier got married and if they were honest it was impressive if Abigail had actually remained absolutely faithful to him all these years.
"When was the last time the two of you had sex that didn't end with you sticking your thing into her one way or another?" they then asked without looking at him.
They didn't quite dare meet his expression as he took in the question and what it might mean. Perhaps he couldn't even imagine sex that didn't include penetration of his cock into his wife's cunt.
"I've really only met her once a week for my college prep classes but she is one cool lady, strict to the point of annoying when it comes to homework and stuff like that but also incredibly caring and inclusive."
Robin looked over at Xavier and asked if it would be ok with him is they smoked in the car.
"Just a regular cigarette that is," they added to avoid another search.
"From what I saw last night though I'd say she is frustrated because she feels that you don't acknowledge her for who she really is, emotionally as well as physically. She is very open-minded and I think her body needs something more than just the usual, if y'know what I mean."
They fell silent for a little while and looked out the window unsure of how to continue explaining that what Abigail might need physically went beyond the vanilla sex Robin assumed she had had to put up with since she and Xavier got married and if they were honest it was impressive if Abigail had actually remained absolutely faithful to him all these years.
"When was the last time the two of you had sex that didn't end with you sticking your thing into her one way or another?" they then asked without looking at him.
They didn't quite dare meet his expression as he took in the question and what it might mean. Perhaps he couldn't even imagine sex that didn't include penetration of his cock into his wife's cunt.
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"Well she sure went to bat for you for someone she doesn't know well." Xavier remarked, as much thinking out loud as making conversation with the boyish girl now riding along with him to Wichita. He was more nervous than he should be and it was hard for him to figure out why. He shifted in the driver's seat to discreetly adjust his growing erection, trying not to draw any attention to himself as they talked. Robin was jailbait as they say and for some reason he was attracted to her.
It wasn't ok for her to smoke but that wasn't what he said. "Just roll your window down to vent and make sure it is tobacco, though you shouldn't even have that at your age." Wincing slightly at the reminder of her under age status, the lowered window made the trip a bit noisier, at least as she smoked.
"I get the emotionally thing, well I mean not really, but I see her point." He agreed on that but when she talked about physically. "Wait a minute, did I miss the sex portion of our argument?" He was again suspicious, that there was more to this girl's relationship with his wife than either was letting on.
"Well not that it is any of your business, but sex generally involves sticking one's thing into his wife, at least for guys." He ventured a quick look at her, his anger building once more. "Speaking of which, what is with the boy act, some sort of penis envy thing?" He decided it was time to get a bit more direct with Robin, though his mind kept going back to the feel of her breasts in his hands and the tomboy porn he had watched that day, and more last night. Now talking about sex he was harder than before, a not insignificant bulge growing down his left thigh.
It wasn't ok for her to smoke but that wasn't what he said. "Just roll your window down to vent and make sure it is tobacco, though you shouldn't even have that at your age." Wincing slightly at the reminder of her under age status, the lowered window made the trip a bit noisier, at least as she smoked.
"I get the emotionally thing, well I mean not really, but I see her point." He agreed on that but when she talked about physically. "Wait a minute, did I miss the sex portion of our argument?" He was again suspicious, that there was more to this girl's relationship with his wife than either was letting on.
"Well not that it is any of your business, but sex generally involves sticking one's thing into his wife, at least for guys." He ventured a quick look at her, his anger building once more. "Speaking of which, what is with the boy act, some sort of penis envy thing?" He decided it was time to get a bit more direct with Robin, though his mind kept going back to the feel of her breasts in his hands and the tomboy porn he had watched that day, and more last night. Now talking about sex he was harder than before, a not insignificant bulge growing down his left thigh.
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"Your wife may not have said it out loud but it was quite obvious that much of her frustration was sexual," Robin said as they tossed the finished butt of the cigarette out the window and rolled it back up.
They looked over at Xavier and examined him for a while as he continued to explain to they what wasn't their business and they could only just keep themselves from rolling their eyes at him when he stated that sex, at least for men, involved penetration.
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," they said and looked back out the front window at the road.
"There is so much more though."
They were a bit uncertain about whether or not to go on. They had a feeling that this older man wasn't too keen on getting schooled about sex by a seventeen year old. Eventually though they elaborated with a very direct question.
"So when was the last time you went down on her without asking for or expecting anything in return?"
As they said this it was of course hard not to think about the afternoon before, how they themselves had been doing exactly that to Abigail. She had tasted so good and the way she had moaned and moved underneath their tongue and lips had made it obvious just how long ago it had been since anyone else had done exactly that, selflessly given her sexual pleasure and derived pleasure of their own from it.
Giving oral sex was among the best things Robin knew whether it was sucking cock or eating pussy. It was almost as good as rubbing their sex on another's sex, again regardless of whether it was a cock or a pussy. Of course these were thoughts they didn't feel entirely comfortable sharing with an older man they had only met the day before when he had arrested them. At the same time it actually made them glance towards his crotch and wonder.
"And y'know a man and a woman can actually share mutual pleasure by simply rubbing against each other, like something between frotting and tribbing."
Robin had more to say, more leading questions to ask Xavier, but they felt it was enough for the time being as they had probably already given him something to think about while he and Abigail were temporarily separated.
As they entered into Wichita they told him to drop them off near Bradley Fair. It seemed the most likely place for them to be dropped off to go shopping. From there it wasn't that far to where they had agreed to be picked up by Abigail.
"Think about it," they said as they got out of the pick up
"I'm assuming you do want to try to save your marriage and I doubt it will be enough to just listen to your wife and acknowledge her feelings of being disrespected by your dominance, but also to make her feel loved and for her to feel that you can be selfless enough to put her pleasure before your own."
With that they thanked him for the ride, closed the door and lit another cigarette while walking towards the entrance to the mall. Halfway there they turned to look over their shoulder to see if he had left but found his pick up still there and him looking at them through the side window. Did he suspect that they weren't going shopping at all. Would he follow them to see if they met up with Abigail. Certainly he couldn't suspect anything could he? Or could it be that he was simply staring at their ass as they walked away. They had noticed the bulge in his trousers when they briefly let their eyes wander that way.
They looked over at Xavier and examined him for a while as he continued to explain to they what wasn't their business and they could only just keep themselves from rolling their eyes at him when he stated that sex, at least for men, involved penetration.
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," they said and looked back out the front window at the road.
"There is so much more though."
They were a bit uncertain about whether or not to go on. They had a feeling that this older man wasn't too keen on getting schooled about sex by a seventeen year old. Eventually though they elaborated with a very direct question.
"So when was the last time you went down on her without asking for or expecting anything in return?"
As they said this it was of course hard not to think about the afternoon before, how they themselves had been doing exactly that to Abigail. She had tasted so good and the way she had moaned and moved underneath their tongue and lips had made it obvious just how long ago it had been since anyone else had done exactly that, selflessly given her sexual pleasure and derived pleasure of their own from it.
Giving oral sex was among the best things Robin knew whether it was sucking cock or eating pussy. It was almost as good as rubbing their sex on another's sex, again regardless of whether it was a cock or a pussy. Of course these were thoughts they didn't feel entirely comfortable sharing with an older man they had only met the day before when he had arrested them. At the same time it actually made them glance towards his crotch and wonder.
"And y'know a man and a woman can actually share mutual pleasure by simply rubbing against each other, like something between frotting and tribbing."
Robin had more to say, more leading questions to ask Xavier, but they felt it was enough for the time being as they had probably already given him something to think about while he and Abigail were temporarily separated.
As they entered into Wichita they told him to drop them off near Bradley Fair. It seemed the most likely place for them to be dropped off to go shopping. From there it wasn't that far to where they had agreed to be picked up by Abigail.
"Think about it," they said as they got out of the pick up
"I'm assuming you do want to try to save your marriage and I doubt it will be enough to just listen to your wife and acknowledge her feelings of being disrespected by your dominance, but also to make her feel loved and for her to feel that you can be selfless enough to put her pleasure before your own."
With that they thanked him for the ride, closed the door and lit another cigarette while walking towards the entrance to the mall. Halfway there they turned to look over their shoulder to see if he had left but found his pick up still there and him looking at them through the side window. Did he suspect that they weren't going shopping at all. Would he follow them to see if they met up with Abigail. Certainly he couldn't suspect anything could he? Or could it be that he was simply staring at their ass as they walked away. They had noticed the bulge in his trousers when they briefly let their eyes wander that way.
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Abi had not slept well, until she lit up some of the pot (on the balcony in the cool night's air) which relaxed her and enabled her to sleep fitfully. Her active mind had the events of the afternoon on replay. Over and over again she went over the argument at the station. Sometimes she wold see a glimmer of hope, at others she would feel hopeless. She finally work up right around 5:30 in the morning and could not get back to sleep, so she got dressed and took a walk around the woodsy grounds of the guest house. She seemed to be alone, although there were a couple cars parked out front. She walked down by the lake. She would have like to have done one of her rituals. It would have helped clear her mind, but she didn't dare light a fire on these grounds or dance naked. So she had to content herself with a couple hymns to the goddess and an offering - a libation of a little red wine she had brought from home for the occasion. Afterwards she sat on the ground and cried softly as she watched the mist begin to dissipate from over the lake.
She received a text from Robin. She was surprised because they had a deal that they would not text each other. It was too easy to find these texts. She immediately deleted the text and called Robin on her cell phone. What she was told frightened her. Xavier had driven Robin to Wichita!!! "He is spying, even though he promised he wouldn't. I don't trust him. It wasn't an accident he found you at the bus stop. He went there looking for you." She told Robin to actually do some shopping and she would call later to arrange a pick up. "Look, and don't text me! Call next time!" Robin didn't seem too happy with this but Abi was shaking when the call was over.
"What would he do if he caught us?" She wondered. Maybe while all this mess with Xavier is going on she should just tell Robin that they need to put all this on pause. "Would he be violent?" She asked herself out loud. While her husband could be scary and menacing, he had actually never touched her. He yelled at her. There were times she felt threatened, but he had never touched her and he had never touched the kids - even when they were little. Not only that but Xavier was one officer who had never fired his gun in the course of his duties. He had developed a reputation as an excellent negotiator and more than once had talked angry men into surrendering and getting help. If only he understood women as well as he seems to understand angry men, she mused. The other issue was Robin. Was it fair to put Robin in a position where he might incur Xavier's intense anger. She felt like she was the one who was responsible for all of this. She was the adult. She should have stopped it before it went as far as it did. Why was it that she found herself simply falling helplessly into Robin's arms and into bed?
Slowly and sadly she walked back to the guest house, stopped for a cup of coffee and a donut in the lobby and went up to her room and sat on the balcony looking at the clouds. She was uncertain about what to do about Robin, but more than that she was now even more uncertain about what to do with her marriage since Xavier seemed to have broken his promise. It made her so bitterly disappointed that it now appeared she was being spied on.
She received a text from Robin. She was surprised because they had a deal that they would not text each other. It was too easy to find these texts. She immediately deleted the text and called Robin on her cell phone. What she was told frightened her. Xavier had driven Robin to Wichita!!! "He is spying, even though he promised he wouldn't. I don't trust him. It wasn't an accident he found you at the bus stop. He went there looking for you." She told Robin to actually do some shopping and she would call later to arrange a pick up. "Look, and don't text me! Call next time!" Robin didn't seem too happy with this but Abi was shaking when the call was over.
"What would he do if he caught us?" She wondered. Maybe while all this mess with Xavier is going on she should just tell Robin that they need to put all this on pause. "Would he be violent?" She asked herself out loud. While her husband could be scary and menacing, he had actually never touched her. He yelled at her. There were times she felt threatened, but he had never touched her and he had never touched the kids - even when they were little. Not only that but Xavier was one officer who had never fired his gun in the course of his duties. He had developed a reputation as an excellent negotiator and more than once had talked angry men into surrendering and getting help. If only he understood women as well as he seems to understand angry men, she mused. The other issue was Robin. Was it fair to put Robin in a position where he might incur Xavier's intense anger. She felt like she was the one who was responsible for all of this. She was the adult. She should have stopped it before it went as far as it did. Why was it that she found herself simply falling helplessly into Robin's arms and into bed?
Slowly and sadly she walked back to the guest house, stopped for a cup of coffee and a donut in the lobby and went up to her room and sat on the balcony looking at the clouds. She was uncertain about what to do about Robin, but more than that she was now even more uncertain about what to do with her marriage since Xavier seemed to have broken his promise. It made her so bitterly disappointed that it now appeared she was being spied on.