Nightcall

“Of course not. I just finished eating dinner,” Ms. Fleming explained.

“My mom’s going to drive me to your house soon so we can continue our talk,” I felt a little greedy calling Ms. Fleming so soon after depositing a load into my Mom, but the curiosity was killing me. I wanted to know everything about sex and fucking. There was also a side of me that was really interested in why the Institute would hide the act of sex and also the mystery around the Ancients and sex. Why stop something that felt so darn good?

“Yes… I believe you wanted some help with your assignment on protein chains and peptide bonds,” Ms. Fleming said.

“Uhh…”

Wait, what?

“Mr. Dalton, we should probably resume this talk about your nutrition assignment in person. It’s so hard to discuss these kinds of things over the phone without more… hands-on learning. Don’t you agree?” Ms. Fleming asked.

Then I realized what she was doing. The phone. “Umm… absolutely. I can’t wait to fill you with my protein. I mean… fill you in on my protein… my assignment on protein.”

“That’s great. I’ll see you soon, Mr. Dalton,” Ms. Fleming’s voice lacked her usual unenthusiasm or brightness as if she was handling a business call with a stranger.

I hung up the phone. I would have to be more careful. I didn’t even realize I could have slipped up there.

When Mom was finished cleaning up, she perked up and said, “Ready to go, honey?”

I nodded but noticed a trail of wetness still running down her right leg.

“Aren’t you going to clean that?”

Mom looked down at the grime and hiked her dress up, revealing her wet panties, which had a darken damp area at the crotch. She hadn’t cleaned up there properly and shrugged, “It’s no big deal, sweetie. I’ll take a shower later and wash it off. For some reason… it feels really really good in there.”

I cringed but didn’t expand on it further. Maybe this was part of her Bodily Disgust setting… wanting my essence inside of her like how she liked to swallow my stuff.

We drove down the main street of Yellowfield. Ms. Fleming lived in an urban area with lots of five-to-ten story apartment complexes. The city of Yellowfield didn’t compare to anything of the past like the old New York or Chicago, which both were now in ruins. Still, for a civilization in the Post-Happening era, we may have been the most significant settlement left standing on the ruined planet known as Earth, so far as we knew.

The apartment building was a two-story building. The ancient ruin had been renovated and painted bright neon pink and neon blue. However, it still bore signs that it was once a ruined architecture from the past like an old worn-out sign saying: Crossroads Inn, with the letter’s O and A missing on the rusted sign. The railings to the second floor also had spots of rust and decay despite being covered in a new coating of enamel white. Mom asked if I should come back or wait in the car, I told her I would call her when I was done for her to pick me up.

I walked up the apartment building towards room 201, the apartment code written on the paper that Ms. Fleming gave me. I knocked on the door of 201, waiting for a response. A woman with midnight hair opened the door a couple of seconds later, smiled, and beckoned me to come in. I followed Ms. Fleming inside her house.

It was clear the walls had been smashed down to make room for larger accommodations in her home. Ms. Fleming’s home was neat and tidy with neomodern furniture made of tinted glass and minimalistic geometrical design. She had several potted plants in her house, including several cactus, which sat by the window sills, and a beautiful bonsai tree was the centerpiece of her collection.

Ms. Fleming offered me some water, which I accepted. She filled her filtered pitcher with some tap water at her sink while I looked around and then examined her. My Science teacher was wearing her everyday clothes, and it gave me a new look at the woman. She looked much younger in her casual apparel, like a college-aged senior. She wore tight-fitting yoga pants, which accentuated her long slender legs. She was also wearing a pink tank top with an everyday cotton bra underneath. Her silky hair was let down, flowing through her back like a midnight waterfall. She also wasn’t wearing her trademark black-rimmed glasses over her green almond eyes.

Her house wasn’t huge, and her living space was located a couple of meters from her open bedroom. Ms. Fleming placed a glass of water where I sat, and I took a sip, she smiled and sat in front of me, crossing her long legs.

“It’s peculiar seeing a student outside of school hours,” Ms. Fleming said, that chirpy brightness returning to her usually bubbly demeanor. “I feel nervous about it for some reason.”

“Oh…” I remarked, sipping some more water for my drying throat.

“Cliff. I’m sorry about our phone conversation earlier. We have to be careful with the Institute. They may be listening to any conversation through the phone lines.”

“Ms. Fleming… I totally understand. I should be glad you thought of it before me, I would have said some… incriminating stuff.” I said.

“Please, Cliff. Outside of class, you can call me Rita. Ms. Fleming makes me feel like my mother,” Ms. Fleming grinned.

“Okay, Rita. Uhh… should we start with the research?” I suggested.

“Cliff… I have to come clean with you. One of my closest friends… a roommate in college is a Professor in Biology at the Yellowfield Institute University. She has been obsessed with figuring out how the Ancients reproduced without the use of Advanced Institute technology. I know we probably shouldn’t discuss this with anyone else, but she… out of everyone in Yellowfield, she can help us get to the bottom of this.” Ms. Fleming explained.

“But… what if she is… working with Institute? I mean, she’s with the University,” I said.

“She’s not. I’m positive about this. In fact, the Institute has worked for years to discredit her or ruin her reputation over her silly ideas and theories. Believe me, you can trust her. We’ll need her to get access to special equipment only the Institute has in order to fully solve this riddle.” Ms. Fleming explained.

“Oh…” This was all starting to sound too much. I just wanted to sex my hot teacher, but now… all this secret mission stuff? I should really think before I jump.

“She’ll be over in any second. Trust me, I trust this woman with my life. Oh, there she is-“ Ms. Fleming said after hearing a knock on the door.

Ms. Fleming got up and walked to the door. A woman, roughly the same age as Ms. Fleming, was standing there, making light conversation with Ms. Fleming. The two looked like they were extremely close friends, both trying to catch up with everything since the last time they talked. When they were finally done, Ms. Fleming and her friend came over. The woman stood half a foot taller than Ms. Fleming. She was carrying a brown pleather bag in one hand and raised her right hand in greeting. Her hair was a short platinum blonde tied in a bun. Her eyes were silvery blue, and like Ms. Fleming though not as of right now, she wore black-rimmed glasses.

“Cliff, this is my dear friend, Dr. Page. Angela, this is the boy I’ve been telling you about. With the special gift,” Ms. Fleming introduced us.

I shook her hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Page.”

“Please call me, Angela,” Dr. Page had a definite academic feel to her. Her voice was low and soothing, sounding contemplative. “I will be looking forward to working with you, Cliff.”

“Angela, should we start with a demonstration, or do you want to see for yourself?” Ms. Fleming asked casually as Dr. Page hung up her coat. She was wearing a button-up white blouse and grey dress pants underneath.

“I would like to see the mechanism of his penis becoming engorged so I can analyze it for myself. I suppose I would have to feel it in my vagina first hand to experience it for myself. Rita, can I leave you to take the notes and data?” Angela asked, also casually unbuttoning her pants and taking them off. She was wearing pretty conservative black cotton panties underneath that almost looked like spats shorts.

“Right,” Ms.Fleming said. “Cliff? Are you ready to demonstrate to Dr. Page what we discussed in class?”

“Uhh…” I should probably mess around with their settings first. “Can I use the bathroom first?”

“Why certainly, Cliff. It’s down there by that door,” Ms. Fleming pointed.

“Umm…” I hesitated.

“Yes, Cliff?” Ms. Fleming wondered as I tried to tell her what I wanted.

“I have this weird.. compulsive condition. Can I… tug on both of your ears? I know it’s really weird. I just need to do it before I… take a wiz…”

“I certainly don’t mind. You do seem really nervous for some reason. Angela?” Ms. Fleming asked.

“Go ahead. I know some people who have to rub their arms or kiss a charm they have before doing something. It’s not that unusual,” Dr. Page said nonchalantly. Dr. Page was sat on the edge of Ms. Fleming’s bed and started taking off her black panties.

I did a slight “excuse me” bow and tugged on both their ears before making my way to the washroom. I came inside there and checked my artifact for both their devices. Alright… time to do some manipulation.