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Chapter 168
by 
AwesomePossum
Amelia Revers stares at the monitor, reading through Erik’s submission, brow furrowing in frustration, her eyes clenching shut as she pinches her nosebridge. She looks at the drafted email.
Good morning, Erik,
Thank you for your submission, please come to my office at 6:00 pm. Please bring your notes and a printed version of the submission.
Regards,
Amelia Revers.
She sighs to herself. “God damnit Erik.” She grumbles to herself.
It’s an objectively bad submission from Erik this time around. Obvious, easy errors were made, one of his answers abruptly ended halfway through the answer, as if he had started, left it, forgot it, and moved on to the next question, Amelia is safe to say — annoyed about his lack of care and proofreading.
She reaches up to her chest, lightly groping her sore breast. Squeezing gently she lets out a soft moan, pent up and frustrated from her lack of sex life at home.
After their tense discussion, they had half-hearted sex, Leon’ had only initiated it as a way to apologise to her about the way he treated her, and she was only doing it to placate him, a way for her to ‘accept’ his apology. She had felt guilty afterwards, when Leon’s head was on her breast, his arm over her tummy, sleeping soundly, she had stared at him. Before that argument, she would’ve loved the praise he showed her that night, but it was too soon, the ‘apology’ was not nearly enough atonement.
Apart from that night, Leon has no doubt sensed her lack of interest and her exhaustion from the once again upcoming exams. So he hasn’t tried to initiate again, save for a few kisses and groping here and there. Amelia had never felt this way before, but she was icked out by him, so lord knows she wasn’t bothering with getting down with him either. Which, of course, further pushed Leon away.
The issue for Amelia now is…
“I’m so fucking horny…” She groans, hitting send on the email to Erik.
She looks up at Erik as he enters her office, he gives her a strained, flat smile. “Mrs Revers…”
She motions for him to sit across her.
“I already know… That I didn’t do well.” Erik says begrudingly. The teasing aura that usually fills a room with just these two is completely missing today.
She stares at him, flicking her nails together in her lap, waiting for him to continue speaking, the displeasure scrawled across her face.
“It’s not an excuse.” He begins, “I just got caught up with other work. As you know, it’s getting close to the busy season…” He watches her face, waiting for any sort of reaction. “So, actually graded assignments are due, other professors have started giving out study materials for the exams.” He motions to her. “So… yeah… Sorry. I tried to do what I could now and then.”
She narrows her eyes, not responding just yet.
‘This is so annoying… I wanted to have SOME fun… But I can’t give him a reward for a poor submission.’
She sighs eventually, really letting the silence weigh down heavily on Erik’s shoulders. “I understand.”
Erik’s eyebrows lift, he wasn’t expecting that reaction.
Amelia sighs, pinching her nosebrudge, she pushes the black-rimmed glasses up her nose.
She wants to indulge in Erik, indulge in his youth and sexuality… But she has to believe Leon, she has to hold back, he’s her husband after all… But they both know, he went further than she ever did. He fucked that woman, ‘Jen’. She won’t cross that line, for Leon. But she rationalised as he slept on her chest that night. She deserves to have a bit of fun… Non-penetrative fun… At least until the end of the semester, and then after the holidays… She planned to tell Erik of the cessation of their arrangement.
It’s only fair.
“I believe you know what this means?” She asks, finally looking up at him.
Erik nods sadly. He knew this would be the case, a part of him had hoped that she would take some sort of pity on him, and still reward him, or at least some ‘motivation’. “Yes. Just tutoring today.”
She nods. Her lower abdomen tenses in pent-up sexual frustration.
Amelia takes Erik through the questions she had set, making a particular point to him that the question he left only half answered may or may not be important in the exam. She had watched him and corrected the notes he took on that topic thereafter.
“Thanks, Mrs Revers.” Erik says, putting his pen down and closing his laptop. “I’ll make sure the next submission is better…” He glances at the blouse wrapped tightly around her hefty breasts.
“I said it last time, Erik.” She says, tapping the desk with her nails. “You’re more than welcome to contact me by texting me or calling me, I want you to succeed in your studies.”
Erik swallows and bites his lip in thought. “I know but…”
Erik can’t tell her about his eavesdropping. “I didn’t want to disturb you on your time off.”
She smiles and shakes her head in response. “Erik please. I wouldn’t offer that service if I felt you would be disturbing me.”
Erik nods slowly, staring down at the desk. “Okay then, I will give you a message if I need some help with any questions.”
She reaches out and puts her hand on top of his, causing a surge of arousal to push through her. “Please. Do.”
The day after.
Erik runs his hand through his hair, Vi naps in his bed in just the other room. He sits at his desk, staring at the questions set by Amelia.
He picks at his lips in thought, tugging at the skin as his eyes slowly move over to his phone on its charger. “She did say to do it…”
…
“Amelia? Are you serious?”
She looks over the couch, putting her book down. “Excuse me?” The heat is already rising in her cheeks from his tone.
Leon waves her phone at her. “Your student is texting you? He needs ‘help’? Are you fucking serious?”
She stands up, her muscles tensing in frustration, already inches away from a breaking point. “Erik? Yeah. He’s still my student, Leon. Did you expect me to tell him no more tutoring because of you?” She walks up to him and goes to grab her phone, but he moves out of her grasp. “Don’t you fucking dare do that.”
Leon holds her phone, glaring at her. “Bit too comfortable for my liking, he thinks it’s okay to text you.”
She’s already seeing red. “Give. Me. My. Phone.”
“We called it off Amelia.” He replies, still holding the phone out of her reach.
“Leon.” She says, her eyes wide with pure rage. “Give me my phone.”
He reluctantly hands it over, he gently touches her wrist, which she promtly snaps away from. “We called it off.”
She glares at him, her eyes wide, her pupils small and still. “We did. This is me being a good tutor. It would be poor of me to abandon this student.” Her eyes remain laser-focused on his. “Not that I need to justify myself to you.”
Leon stares back, dropping his hands by his side. “You promise?”
Amelia’s eyes are filled with rage. “Yes. I won’t be doing anything new with Erik. And..” She pauses, but her anger at her husband results in her being unable to hold her tongue. “Definitely not going as far as you did.”
Leon sucks the inside of his cheek. “Fine. I hope I’m not making a mistake in trusting you.” He turns away and leaves the room.
Amelia’s eyes burn with tears, but she holds back, not letting him get to her anymore. She returns to the couch and replies to Erik.
Erik sends through an image of the question he’s half-written an answer for. Amelia is prompt in her response, typing out good clues and advice that should be of help.
She pauses before hitting send. Her heart still thumping and strained from her argument with Leon, the texting with Erik… She decides to add something little extra to the end of her advice.
Erik stares at her response… No way… He puts his phone screen faced down and takes a deep breath as he writes out his answer. Double, triple checking that the answer is correct, or as close as he can be.
He sends through his answer.
Well done, Erik.
“Holy fuck.” Erik groans as the image loads.
Amelia’s heart thumps against her chest, the sound of Leon rummaging about upstairs only fuelling her excitement.
His constant disrespect, his ‘lack of trust’ in her makes her see red. He’s the one that pushed it, he’s the one that betrayed her by being the one to open up this whole thing.
The argument echoes in her head, her desire to push it with Erik only increasing, her desire to punish her husband rearing it’s head.
She goes through her gallery, hovering over a photo she was going to send Leon originally. She had taken it on that day they fought… Keen to surprise him the next day at work. Her fingers shiver with nervous excitement as she hits send.
Don’t let me down…
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