Stephanie

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There was some sort of sound going off.

I didn't want to bother with it.

No, not when he was on top of me, his throbbing member sliding into me, the sheer bliss that was shooting through.

Fuck, why was he so goddamn big? So goddamn good? Bucking into me, I bucked right back into him. Wrapping my legs around him, murmuring his name.

I was tossing and turning under him struggling to just milk this orgasm just a little longer.

The noise repeated. I tried my hardest to ignore that too. More murmuring.

God, I was... I was coming.

Or I thought i was.

I thudded onto the floor, face-first, the smell of lo mein filling my nose.

Blinking, I was finally being dragged back to reality, realizing that it would be incredibly hard for Trevor to fuck me when I was wearing a ratty old t-shirt and pajama bottoms.

It had only been a few days since I'd seen him. I thought it took longer to be overwhelmed by random sex dreams. I guess he made me that horny, and having it build as an itch I couldn't scratch at the moment, well, it meant I was going to be having lady wet dreams and deal with waking up feeling slightly moist down there and momentarily thinking I wet myself.

Pushing myself up, I groaned, looking at the spilled lo mein box on the floor. The TV had managed to turn itself off. Most of them tend to have auto shut-off functions in this day and age. I was scarfing shrimp lo mein, binge-watching some old sitcom. There really wasn't much else to do. It was ten in the morning, and I couldn't really sleep all day either. Like, my body literally wouldn't let me.

Cleaning up the lo mein spill, and plopping back on the sofa, I grabbed my phone to see who the hell was bugging me. Nothing important. Probably someone trying to sell me a landline phone or something.

What was I doing with my life now?

The dean had tried to rush my hearing forward, given the long Christmas break was coming. I went, figuring if I was going to be fired, it may as well be on Christmas. You know, for maximum being kicked when I was down.

It didn't happen.

I had walked into the administrative building. I had tried to dress as professional as possible, which meant I had a business skirt on so my poor legs got to freeze to death because uncovered calves in December are apparently professional.

"Ms. Casey, we have strong evidence of you violating Aaronsville University's anti-fraternization regulation." The dean was sitting at his desk. An open room, mostly empty. It felt like I was on trial, even if there weren't any bailiffs or gavels or any of that stuff.

He was there, among some other official looking people. I hadn't been here long enough to get to learn the faculty by name, but most of them were old, white, and trying very hard to look distinguished.

Among them was a friendly face, although it was a stern one at the moment. Professor Hatch.

The dean was the one conducting my 'trial', though. "These photos, procured by the AU Herald, seem like damning evidence, Ms. Casey. It shows you in carnal relations with a well-known student."

"Um, uh..." I tried to smile, but remembered that wasn't professional. "That's... um... uh... not me?"

"It looks very much like you. Same hair color, skin tone, similar, um.... endowments."

I had to blush. I wasn't expecting my breasts to be used as evidence against me. "It's not me, I swear. I don't remember doing any of that." I don't think I had ever told a bigger lie in my life.

"So you expect me to believe that this is some other woman with Trevor Richards, who greatly resembles you?"

"Um.... uh... yeah."

"Ms. Casey, I am offended you are insulting my intelligence."

A chill rolled down my spine from his words, but it wasn't like honesty would have served me much better.

"Is she?" A gruff older voice asked. Hatch.

"Excuse me, Professor?" The dean turned to his fellow on the board.

"Trevor Richards is a very popular student, dean. You should know this. Do you really think it's outside of possibility that someone jealous of him would manufacture a potential scandal?"

"Professor Hatch, the woman in this photos shares a lot of features with Ms. Casey. Are you suggesting she is in on a conspiracy to frame Trevor Richards? I don't know if that's an even worse violation."

Hatch shrugged. "No, not that she's in a conspiracy against Richards, but she's a patsy. I mean no offense to Ms. Casey, but is she really that distinct? There are hundreds of girls enrolled here, all who are around Ms. Casey's age. Likely hundreds more on top of that in the community around us. Do you really think Stephanie Casey is a unique one in a million girl? Not one of those countless other women have similar facial features, skin tone, hair color and style? And as you said, endowments? The photos aren't super up close, so even some of that could be stretched."

The dean was just staring at the Professor like he was mad. "What do you suggest is the origin of these photos then, Professor?"

"Well, as I said, Richards is a very popular student. He has more than his share of affairs and status within his soccer ball team."

How was Professor Hatch so brilliant yet so oblivious to the existence of American football? I shook my head, trying to hide my laughter.

"Maybe it was a jilted lover. Hell, we've all been young before. A breakup can make you slightly crazy. Then you see the target of your affections going out with someone who looks like you? It's easy to jump to plotting revenge. Let's say someone who shares a whole lot of features with Stephanie is this lover. As we know, we all have a type of course, so I wouldn't doubt this. Maybe there's another player on the ball team who is of similar build to Trevor. Maybe they use some makeup. Wigs. We have a very avid theater department, dean."

"We do, but..."

"Why is it so hard to believe than it could be a setup?"

"Professor, you're starting to make me think you're going senile, but I'll humor you. Trevor Richards is a popular student here, yes, but how would they know of Ms. Casey, who just signed onto our faculty's team?"

Hatch leered toward the dean. "You underestimate our students. They pay attention. They talk about the new teachers. One like Ms. Casey would have caught such attention for her age. She's an unknown, on top of someone who could be bought to do such things if they didn't know better."

"So you're convinced this all some grand conspiracy? Why put so much faith in Casey?"

Hatch shrugged. "I was assigned as her direct superior. She has been sitting in on my classes, tutoring Richards, and working very hard. She has been a studious learner, held a 4.0 through her own years at university, and has in her history, been considered a brilliant prodigy enough that her high school counselor advised she skip the ninth grade and be placed directly in the tenth to more adequately challenge her skills."

"What does any of that have to do with this case?"

"Ask yourself, why would she throw all of that away for a single man? Has she been playing the long con since she was fourteen years old, thinking she wanted to be a teacher so she could seduce students? She's smarter than that, dean."

Of course I was. Yep. Me. Totally smarter than that. I would never fall madly in love with a guy and fuck him in the middle of a classroom, and doing it unprotected no less.

The dean then turned to me. "Do you have anything to say about this, Ms. Casey?"

"I don't know," I murmured. "I just wanted to teach, okay? I didn't want any of this."

"Right. Does anyone else have something they would like to contribute?"

There was silence among the staff.

"Then we will proceed. As per Aaronsville University Rules and Regulations, we will now vote on the termination of Assistant Professor Stephanie Casey. As such, a majority vote shall determine her fate."

Six of them. A majority vote. An even number. What happened on a tie, I mentally asked?

What was I worried about? Hatch's conspiracy theory wasn't going to convince anyone.

"Professor Hatch, we will start with you, but I believe I know your vote."

"Indeed you do. Nay."

"Professor Colton?"

"The pictures are clear enough, we've convicted on less. Yay."

"Professor Franken?"

"Nay." I damn near pissed myself when I heard that. I looked toward Franken. An older woman, one who had dyed her hair brown to keep it something other than white or gray.

"Nay? What do you mean, Nay?"

"Dean, I'm entitled to privacy on my decision, but I'll indulge you. Look at this girl. She's terrified. I don't see a sexual predator exerting her influence over a poor abused football player of all people, one who has no trouble finding a girl willing to sleep with him no less."

I blinked. I would think they would have had more progressive views on such things, more than guys always want it, but right now? Not complaining.

"Fine," the dean spit out. "Professor Lee?"

"Yay. I question you two's wisdom, Hatch and Franken."

"My vote is of course, Yay. As for some reason two people on our board have brought tin foil hats to the hearing, it falls on Professor Thomas to decide."

I was shaking. I didn't expect to even have a remote chance of escaping this.

Was I? I couldn't get a majority Nay. Was I going to find out what a tie meant?

"Thomas?"

Professor Thomas? Was actually a woman too. I bet it really confused her students. She was thinking for a time. "I think there's reasonable doubt. Nay."

Blinking, I turned back to the dean.

"Are you serious?"

"I vote my opinion, dean."

"Your opinion is..." He grumbled, and shook his head. "Fine. We kick this down the road, as this is an inconclusive case. For now, Ms. Casey remains suspended upon further investigation into the claim. We will reconvene in the New Year."

I wasn't cleared, but I wasn't fired either. I looked at Professor Hatch, mouthing a thanks toward him. I didn't expect for him to go to bat for me that hard.

Yet it was an empty victory.

I was still suspended. I was still under scrutiny, which meant I couldn't go see Trevor.

So I was left lounging around my house, watching TV. Browsing the internet. Waiting for Emma to get online so I could play that zombie game. I'd become more obsessed with it than her just because I had nothing better to do. It was a long line of desperately trying to keep my mind off of Trevor and it wasn't all that effective.

The date on my phone reminded me that today was the day that Trevor was due to take his exam. I had hoped to be there in support of him, but I was barred from the school unless I was summoned there, as I was for the administrative hearing.

I didn't want to just send a text or whatever. That seemed so emotionless.

Maybe if they didn't know I was there. After all, Professor Hatch didn't say I was instantly recognizable. Maybe if I dressed up in some really baggy clothes. Wear a hat. No one would know it's me. Yeah.

It was certainly a better use of my time than sitting around my apartment pitying myself.