Phaze Fantasies VI
By Derek Musgrave:
Stephanie pulled to a stop at the flashing red
street light. It was the only traffic light in town and was the hub of
activity for Birch Grove. She loved the feeling of connectedness, living
in a small town. The only real drawback was the limited choices that Birch
Grove provided -- not only in shopping, but in companionship. Still, it
was more relaxed, more comfortable, than her years in Chicago. It also
helped that the number of students in her English classes were smaller.
She had more time to spend with each student and could make a larger
impact on the kid's lives.
Driving through the intersection, she glanced in her
rear-view mirror. What she saw nearly caused her to veer into the parallel
parked cars lining the street. Steering back into her lane, she glanced in
the mirror again. This time she was sure. There was only one car like that
in the area -- Nicolas Adamson's.
Nicolas was the most talented student she'd ever
had. Despite his rough edges and boyish reluctance to let his friends see
his writing abilities, she saw through his insecure machismo. She'd
managed to break through his facade and helped him flourish as a senior in
high school. His talent had earned him a full scholarship to St. Louis
University, based solely on his writing portfolio.
It'd been four years since she'd seen the black 1970
Chevelle. In that time, Stephanie had managed to convince herself that her
attraction to Nicolas Adamson was purely academic. Seeing that hot rod in
her mirror brought back all those fantasies she'd pushed away. She
couldn't see his face through the glare on his windshield. Still, she
imagined how he must have changed in the time he'd been away at college.
Repeatedly glancing from the road to her mirror, she
felt the familiar tingle between her legs. It made her thighs shake and
nearly caused her to mash the gas pedal to the floor. Never once had
thoughts of any other man produced such an effect. There had been men, for
sure. Many who were willing to give up everything for her. She always came
to the same conclusion -- if she didn't feel it, it wasn't going to last.
Another intersection came up and Stephanie slowed to
a stop. There was no cross-traffic, but she didn't drive through. She knew
that once she did, Nicolas would turn to the right and disappear. The ring
tone of her cell phone made her jump. She pressed the answer button.
"Steph? Where are you?" It was her best friend, Eva.
"I've been waiting for thirty minutes."
"Sorry," she stammered. "I'll be there soon. I got
distracted." With a sigh, she drove through the intersection. She stared
in the mirror, barely hearing Eva's rant.
"We only have a few hours before the party. I know
you want everything to be perfect."
Stephanie curtly replied, "I said I'd be there
soon." She cut the connection. Driving away slowly, She watched Nicolas'
car. It stayed at the intersection longer than she expected. She mentally
willed him to follow her. He didn't. The black Chevelle turned right. She
saw him looking at her through the driver's side window, then disappeared
behind a hedge row.
Sighing, she looked back to the road. Focus, she
told herself. Hosting the monthly Black Forest Dungeon club party was a
huge deal and she had a ton of things left to do.
The rest of the drive house in the country was a
blur. It was all she could do to keep from constantly checking her
rearview mirror. All the fantasies she'd managed to suppress, came
flooding back. One above all else was the most jarring -- Nicolas dressed
in nothing but a leather harness, his face buried in her crotch.
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