Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Leah wipes the cum off her own ass.

She waited, frozen, not daring to move as she felt his cum begin to slide down her skin in slow, viscous trails. It was humiliating, yes, but better than the alternative—she’d had enough of sitting through department meetings wondering if everyone could smell sex leaking out of her.

Mr. Howard busied himself fixing his own pants, the rasp of his zipper oddly loud in the aftermath of their rutting, wiping his hands on rough brown paper towels to clear the cum he’d gotten on them. Leah was left to clean herself up as best as she could, dabbing at her skin with tissue-thin toilet paper that disintegrated at the first hint of moisture. She struggled, reaching back awkwardly, and while she was sure she hadn’t made it worse—it didn’t feel as if she had done a good job.

Leah pulled her skirt down with trembling fingers, knees and back sore from the awkward position, and **** herself to stand upright. She wanted to pour bleach over her entire body, but instead she straightened her hair and gathered the scraps of her dignity. Howard was already tucking himself in, barely looking at her as he did up his belt. The silence between them was thick, charged, teetering between hostility and something more dangerous.

“Happy now?” Leah said as she turned to look at him.

Mr. Howard just had his shit-eating grin again.

Leah set her jaw and straightened up, hiking her leggings just enough to feign decency if anyone kicked the door in. For a moment, she watched him fumble with his shirt, his belt, the wild animal tamed for the time being. She could see the afterglow in his face, the residual predatory smugness already starting to crystalize back into professional liar levels of composure.

“You got what you wanted,” she said, keeping her voice low and level. She didn’t want to admit she’d gotten something out of it too.

“You never disappoint, Miss Williams.” He fastened his belt with a little flourish and checked his teeth in the bathroom mirror. “Enjoy your movie. And I’ll see you next week.”

Mr. Howard slipped out of the bathroom casually. Leah waited a few moments. She looked in the mirror, wondering what was becoming of her. She almost laughed at the absurdity: teacher and future wife hiding in a public handicap restroom, leaving yet another lover waiting. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and headed to find Daniel.