Hey, people. There's masturbation in this chapter, just to let you know. The chapter title is a reference to the album by Billy Joel. Song lyric titles are at the end. All lyrics c Billy Joel, 1983

-Chapter 10: An Innocent Man-

Friday, October 19, 1984

Greg wasted no time returning to the third floor apartment he rented. As quickly as he could, he fit the key into the lock, twisting and jarring it until the door flew open. Closing the door behind him, he leaned heavily against it, tossing his keys to the side. The silence of the apartment pounded in his ears, making it all the more difficult to concentrate coupled with the image of Lisa Cuddy in lacy lingerie.

The image was burned into his mind in full clarity. He could remember every single small detail. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on the image. It was so real that he was sure he'd still see the firm breasts, flat stomach, and long limbs of his student when he opened his eyes. Cracking his eyes open slightly, he let out the moan he'd suppressed before as his mind willed his eyes to see the lovely vision on his couch.

The silence was deafening, and he realized he would need something to mask the sounds he was sure would escape him soon. The last thing he wanted was for one of his neighbors to hear him jacking himself off. He stumbled over to his music collection, taking up the first album that his fingers touched. Bringing it with him to his room, he put it on, and the musical strains of Billy Joel filled the room.

Closing his eyes again, he let the music wash over him. This album was so perfect. Shrugging out of the button down shirt he'd left casually undone, he thought about removing his t-shirt as well. Deciding it would probably be a good idea, he did so, throwing the shirt behind him on his bed before hastily undoing the fastenings of his jeans. Kicking the denim aside, he fell backwards, sinking into the softness of the mattress, his mind supplying all sorts of erotic images.

You don't have to talk all night
I'm a man who can't say no
You don't have to twist my arm
Just point me where you want to go

As he shifted himself back so that he could rest his head comfortably on his pillows, he rested one hand on his chest, the other taking hold of his discarded t-shirt. The lovely vision of beauty presented in that photo floated before his eyes again, her hair flowing in soft dark curls over the mound of fluffy pillows supporting her. The lace of her panty set was inviting him to touch it. In his mind, he reached out, running his fingertips over the fabric, pressing his palm against the firm mounds of her breasts as the hand on his chest moved downwards, tracing the waistband of his boxers.

The young woman in his mind's eye came to life, reaching behind herself to unclasp the lacy bonds that hid the fullness of her beautiful breasts from his sight. Greg let out a long, low moan as Fantasy!Lisa flung her bra off to the side, out of the parameters of his fantasy. He gripped the waistband of his boxers tightly, tugging them down. The fantasy moaned in appreciation of his asset, standing tall and proud between his legs. His cock ached, and he imagined that it was Lisa's mouth descending on him as the hand not clutching at his t-shirt grasped his penis, his thumb tracing a circle over the head, spreading the slick precum. He pictured her tongue teasing his slit as his thumb continued to move over the tip.

I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above making up all the love
You've been denying you can ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith, if I can

Greg moaned again, his breath caught in his throat as the younger woman in his fantasy took more of his cock into her mouth, even as it was his own hand sliding down the impressive length, spreading precum over the shaft, providing a bit of lubrication. He gripped his cock tightly when he reached the base, pressing on the upper side with his thumb while moving two of his other fingers to brush against his sac. The sensations surging through him were indescribable, and he groaned as he envisioned that it was the wonderful brown curls of Lisa's long hair ghosting against his balls.

"Oh…" he gasped out, tightening his grip on his shaft as the sudden image of Lisa bobbing her head between his thighs presented itself. "Oh, fuck…" If only…

Greg moved his hand back up to the tip, slowly, his fist clenched around his prick, feeling the warm wet heat of Lisa's mouth instead of his fingers.

And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind

She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an uptown girl

"Please…" he begged his fantasy. "More….God, yes!" His hand had returned to his tip, and he swirled his thumb around the head again, making himself hiss in pleasure. As if responding to his pleads, the vision removed her mouth from his prick, gazing at him lustfully, her eyelids lowered to half-mast over fathomless brown eyes. Sliding her panties down and tossing them the way of her bra, she rose up in his mind like the Birth of Venus. It was her hand on his cock, not his. She was gripping him tightly, fire under her fingertips burning his soul. She was torturing him, sliding her hand up and down his achingly hard penis, giving him a sultry smile as she gripped the base tightly, teasing him with her wetness.

Now that you're here
It's not the same situation
Suddenly I don't remember the rules anymore

This night is mine
It's only you and I
Tomorrow
Is a long time away
This night can last forever

"Please," Greg moaned out. "Please…Lisa…" Her name passed his lips on a gasp as his other hand moved to cover his cock with his shirt, simulating the warm folds of a woman's channel. His hand readjusted itself gripping the steel rod of his penis through the fabric of the shirt, and he gasped out Lisa's name again as he moved his hand slowly, his other hand gripping the comforter as he bent his legs at the knees, bracing himself against his mattress as he moaned under the added friction of the cloth.

In his vision, Lisa was tight. Warm, wet, hot, tight, perfect. He could almost feel her hands on his hips, tracing her fingertips over his sides.

"God…Lisa…Lisa…" he whispered, slowly increasing the pace, increasing the friction.

She ought to know

Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you're for real

Tell her about it
Tell her all your crazy dreams
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means

He whimpered as he slowed his pace, teasing himself. He quickened his hand again, the material of the shirt feeling rough against the sensitive skin of his prick. His eyes were closed so tightly against the sensations his fantasy evoked that tears were forming. He didn't care. He bucked his hips into his fist, urging himself to completion. Each pump of his fist forced a grunt or a groan past his lips.

Even the salty drops trailing over his face heightened his awareness of himself under the shirt under his hand. It took him a moment to realize that the beads of water dripping down his face were not beads of sweat but the tears from his tightly closed eyes. The second he realized that, he realized it was because he didn't want his fantasy to be just a fantasy.

He wanted Lisa Cuddy to really be blowing him. He wanted Lisa Cuddy to actually touch his cock. He wanted Lisa Cuddy to impale herself on his erection exactly as he had pictured her doing.

He wanted to have hot sex with Lisa Cuddy.

I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time

The very moment that thought registered, her name passed his lips as a scream as he came hard, his ejaculation caught by the shirt. Greg tightened his grip on his prick through the shirt pumping himself until he'd finished. Tossing the stained shirt aside to be washed later, he glared down at the boxers which had somehow made their way down to his ankles. Kicking them off the rest of the way, he shifted himself up and under the blankets.

The strongest thing he felt as he drifted to sleep was guilt. He would never be able to look at her the same way after this. And it pained him. And he could never have what he fantasized about. That realization hurt him more than anything else ever could.

Song selection 1 - Easy Money
Song selection 2 - An Innocent Man
Song selection 3 - Uptown Girl
Song selection 4 - This Night
Song selection 5 - Tell Her About It
Song selection 6 - The Longest Time