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"Wow. You are engaged?" Owen asked, chuckling, trying to hide his disgust. How could Cristina do this?
Cristina just stared at her feet. She couldn't bare to look him in the eyes, since she knew that he was hurt.
"Yeah. We are getting married in two weeks," James said with a huge smile on his face and wrapped his hand around Cristina.
"In two weeks? That's great! How long have you two known each other?" Owen was furious but he kept the fake smile on his face anyway.
"Yes. We were supposed to wait until she graduates, but then we figured that we should just get it over with," he answered, chuckling. "We met when we were eight years old when my family moved to the house right across the street from Cristina's. Our moms were best friends, in fact, they still are," he continued with a huge sparkly smile on his face.
Owen was even more surprised. Cristina had just told him that her mother was dead and he didn't think that James's mother would be best friend with a corpse.
Finally, Cristina decided to speak up. "James I think it's time for us to go home now. I don't think that my professor is interested in my personal life," Cristina said with a shy smile. It was clear that she wanted to get away from this awkward situation.
"Okay honey," James said softly and gave a light kiss to her forehead.
"Hey can I quickly exchange few words with Cristina?"
James looked very confused, but that was nothing compared to Cristina, who was mortified.
"She missed my class today," Owen cleared.
"Oh yes I'm sorry about that, she was just helping me to move some stuff to our new apartment," he smiled. "I'll just wait you in the car babe," He let go of Cristina's hand and walked away.
'What the hell? They live together?' Owen was even more surprised, this woman was playing with him.
"Wow. Congratulations," Owen said sarcastically.
"Sir, it's not what you think," she desperately tried to fight back.
"So you are not getting married in two weeks and mother is in fact dead?" He tried to sound intimidating and he did it successfully.
"I'm sorry, I..."
He cut her off before she had a chance to finish her sentence. "I want to see you. Tomorrow."
"Sir, respectfully, I don't think that it's wise to see you."
"Then do you want me to tell the pretty boy that I fucked you," he laughed a bit. "You were so cute when you were screaming that it was too big and that you couldn't take it," he continued, grinning.
"You wouldn't do that."
"I think I should warn him. That you have your kinky side. And that your pussy is so tight," He laughed.
"Stop." She couldn't even look at him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He left, leaving Cristina to catch her breath.
He had a lot on his mind. It seemed like Cristina had lied about everything. But wait. Was she really a virgin? It was clear that they had known each other since they were kids so hadn't they ever had any sexual activity? That seemed impossible.
He finally pulled to the driveway. Finally everything felt normal, although they didn't have any activity with Emma.
"Emma, I'm home!" He yelled out to the house, that once again seemed empty. But it was probably because it was a four bedroom house, and it was huge. He walked up the stairs to their master bedroom only to find her laying on the bed, wearing only red lingerie. Owen had to admit that she looked absolutely amazing. It was obvious that she had gone to the hairdresser, since her hair had a different kind of tone in it, it was glossy and wavy. "What's all this?" He asked, flabbergasted.
Emma got up to her knees, and moved to the edge of the bed, where Owen was standing with a very surprised look on his face. "If you are now refusing to make love to me, I'm going think that you are having an affair or something and then I will leave you. So which road do you want to take?" She stared directly into his eyes.
Owen instantly took off his jacket and pressed his lips to hers. "Well if those are the options, I have to say that I'm going to make love to my wife," he said in-between kisses.
And so they did. Three times that night.
It was Saturday morning. Owen wondered if he could get rid of Emma for a few hours so he could invite Cristina to come over.
"Darling, the girls proposed a spa day. I think I want to go, it's been a long time since I've seen them," Emma said, while they were enjoying their breakfast.
It seemed like she was making this very easy for him. "Yeah sure, go, have fun with your friends. When are you going to come back?" He was now kissing her neck, trying to appease her.
"I think I'll be home by four. And I will expect some sweet loving when I get back," she said giggling.
"Oh you will definitely get your loving," Owen closed the conversation with a deep kiss to her lips.
He dialed Cristina right after Emma stepped out of the house.
"Get over here," he demanded with his low voice. Even he had to admit that it sounded intimidating.
"I can't come over right now. I have stuff to do," she tried to fight back.
"Be here in fifteen minutes or the next person I'm going to call are your parents."
"You're bluffing."
"Do you want to find out? I think that they would love to hear about your extracurricular activities with your professor. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
In twenty minutes she was standing behind his door, knocking on it. She wasn't quite sure about his intentions anymore, everything was so messy.
He opened the door. "Miss Yang, you are late. Do you think you should be punished?"
Was he seriously hurt and mad or was he flirting with her on purpose? She couldn't quite tell. She decided to ignore his question. She walked past him to his house and turned around to face him.
"I'm sorry. For lying to you," she said quietly.
"I don't get you. Why would you lie to me?"
"I just didn't want you to know the real me."
"So you pretended to be someone else?"
"Yeah. Kinda. I don't know."
"Why?"
"I hate my life. It's so fucked up. I just want to get away."
"So you didn't do it all for a better grade?"
"Do you seriously think that I meant it? I'm not crazy for gods sake."
"Okay. But I really need to know one thing."
"What?"
"Were you really a virgin?"
"Yes."
"How? You have been with James since you were a kid. How do you cope?"
"Our families are very religious, so we decided to wait until we get married. And I don't know, how do you cope if you are not having sex with your wife?"
"Well me and my wife are past our troubles."
"You had sex with her?" She almost shouted.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Why would you do that?"
"Because she is my wife. Is there a problem?"
"Yes! You can't be having sex with her if you are having sex with me!" She was mad.
"Yeah well, she isn't into threesomes," he laughed.
"I'm serious. You can't have sex with her."
"You can't tell me that I can't have sex with my wife. I have needs, and I need someone to satisfy them."
"You know that I could do that, right?"
"I think you should satisfy your future husband."
"I think I should leave." She gave him a deadly glare and walked past him. She was exasperated.
Time flew and Emma came back home. They made love several times, like Owen had promised. But for him, the emotional connect between them had vanished. They were more friends than lovers now. But he still couldn't bare to leave her. Although they hadn't always been a perfect couple, they had still had their good moments and great adventures. Leaving her wouldn't be easy.
Owen had spend the weekend making love to Emma, and soon it was Monday again. He was finishing everything up in his office before heading home. He heard the familiar knock on his door, and a familiar face stepped in and locked the door.
"I thought you were mad at me," he spoke first.
"I want you," she claimed, moving forward toward her professor.
"What do you mean? I don't get you. You are a mystery to me."
"I want to spend time with you. I want to have sex with you. I want to have a dirty affair with my professor."
"You have a boyfriend. You can have sex with him."
"No I can't, he wants to wait."
"I don't get why. Most men would find you irresistible."
"Even you?" She stepped closer as her hands went to his belt.
He didn't stop her while she was unbuckling his belt. "Even me. But I have a wife I can have sex with anytime I want."
"Did you have sex with her yesterday?" She enquired.
His trousers hit the floor. "Yes I did," he answered.
That hurt her to the core. "Well did she at least suck your dick?" She stared into his eyes seductively. Her small hands disappeared into his boxers and found their way around his growing length.
"No she did do that yesterday," he said firmly and cleared his throat. Her touch felt so good, so unbelievably special.
"Well I think that someone should," she proposed and dropped to her knees, giving him a wicked smile and pulled his boxers down.
He almost came right when he felt her lips kissing the tip of his cock. She opened her palms to lick it from the bottom to the top. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to guide her.
She was a good at this. Actually she was great. He suspected that she had at least done this before, although she hadn't had sex.
"Ohh, Cristina..." he babbled in ecstasy. Her hungry mouth greedily sucked his impressive length from her position on her knees. "Oh god Cristina," he groaned. "I'm going to come."
"Come in my mouth." She giggled and cupped his balls. That was it for him. He spilled his cum in her mouth and she swallowed every last drop of it. She wiped the corners of her mouth and rose to her feet. He was still catching her breath. She left quickly, not saying a word. He wanted him to consider how much fun they would have, and that is exactly what he did when he drove home.
The first thing he saw when he stepped in into his house was his wife sitting on the stairs, sobbing. He hurried to her and wrapped a hand around her shaking body, comforting her. "What's wrong?" He enquired.
"You need to break up with me," she sobbed.
"Why would I do that?" 'Does she know something?' He thought.
"I'm pregnant."
"Wow. I didn't expect this. Umm... Isn't it too early for it to know for sure? We had sex on friday for the first time in months, I think it's too early for that to show in a pregnancy test. And why would I leave you if we are having a baby?"
Honestly he felt a bit disappointed. Having a baby with Emma meant that he would be tied to her for the rest of his life. But he had always wanted babies and getting a baby that was all his was his dream, although he was already 34 years old. He was married, owned his own house and he had a steady job. He was ready to settle down and reproduce.
"What's the matter?" He asked again.
Emma buried her head to her palms. "It's not yours."
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