Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] Part 14

The night was stretched out too thin, worn and frayed. And there Nick was, in silent reparations to his wife for almost getting caught in his affair. There Nick was, trying futilely to keep himself hard as his wife made chore-like attempts at grinding on him. She was at least trying to fix this; to pull together the scraps of their crumbling relationship and give it one last go… while Nick gazed at her through glazed eyes, thinking only of Ariel and how he wished she was on top of him instead. In fact, the thought of Ariel’s perky tits and puckered brown nipples were all that was keeping him afloat in this god-awful dance. He’d decided he’d ride it out until Sarah gave up the moment she’d asked him if he wanted to have sex that night. For the first time in… over two years?

What she couldn’t understand and what he could never tell her, was now that he’d been fucking Ariel for the better part of the year, was that he found Sarah unbearably boring. She was like an onion. On the outside she was callous, peel back a layer and you’d find narcissism, peel back another layer: judgmental and mean. And you’d keep peeling back more and more layers all the way down to her core where you’d eventually find: boring.

He hadn’t loved his wife for awhile. He was sure they both knew that at this point. But he wasn’t sure if she realized just how disinterested he was now. When they were younger and foolish, he’d been entranced by her. Mistook her narcissism for independence and a strong sense of self. And now here they were, over a decade after the honeymoon phase, their infatuation never evolved into love, wrestling with each other naked like baby deer learning how to walk.

Nick constantly had to pump his cock with his hand to make sure he stayed even semi-hard as they trudged through the next hour, him repeatedly trying to ignore how repulsive he found her now. Maybe if he still loved her he wouldn’t see her figure being so linear as a serious downfall. Now, especially after having Noah, she’d gained a significant amount of weight that all went straight to her stomach. He’d gotten so used to Ariel’s curves he didn’t even know where to grab onto on Sarah. This, topped with her constant, “No, not there” , “Not like that” , “You’re being too rough” , “Go slower” , and so forth made his frustration skyrocket. Fucking his wife was like a bad chore. Once he’d finally appeased her — a slow tempo’d missionary with her legs around his waist — they lasted around ten minutes before he couldn’t keep himself up any longer.

The two then laid next to each other for a few silent moments, one annoyed, the other offended, but both frustrated. Then Sarah told him to go sleep on the couch. “Gladly,” Nick answered, bringing a pillow with him.

Instead of sleeping, he stayed up on his laptop. Initially he just started scrolling through Facebook mindlessly, observing the chaotic posts all varying in intensity and depth, people arguing about things he didn’t care about. He didn’t use his social media much. He had a total of 300 friends gathered over the last decade and had only posted a handful of pictures and opinions himself. In the past, he usually reserved it for nights like these, where he needed a distraction from Sarah. But that was before Ariel. Before she’d become his distraction. And now as Nick scrolled, he felt this persistent and demanding nagging in the back of his mind that eventually he just couldn’t ignore anymore.

In the search bar he typed out her name. Something felt very filthy about the way it looked on the screen outside of an email or his excel sheets at work. But he pressed enter anyway.

And there she was, beautiful doe-eyes and all smiles, holding a kitten, top of the list. Figures. He didn’t know anyone else in existence who had the same name. Nick didn’t know what he expected to find, but he clicked on her profile anyway. It certainly felt weird, to be Facebook stalking his… girlfriend? If that’s what they were? But in truth, he missed her more than he’d admit to himself, and it was too late for either of them to sneak out. So he scrolled carefully.

Some posts about the environment. Pictures of her kitten. Pictures of the beach, with her somehow looking even more stunning laid in the sand. It was like her deep tan skin glowed against the beige landscape. Some photos of her latest art project. A couple memes. Re-posts of Bernie Sanders. But then… a photo of her sitting in the lap of some pimply, gangly boy.

Nick felt an unfamiliar, quieted but pervasive anger bubble up within him. His smile dropped immediately, and some mix of pain and rage congealed inside of him as he scoffed, disbelieving, with every scroll revealing more photos of the two together. One with the kid’s arms around her. One with her head on his shoulder. Several of them laughing together and then finally… One of them locked in a kiss, barely contained with how hard they were both smiling.

Nick stared at the photo for awhile. Too long. Somewhere impalpable, he felt nauseating hurt. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Had she been dating someone this whole time? Tentatively and trying to breathe through the impending emotional irrationality, the man picked up his phone, fervent with the need for answers. It was 1am but he didn’t care.

He sent the first message too quickly. Not measured enough.

Ariel. We need to talk.

He waited impatiently, every second feeling like ages. He could have started pacing the room if it might not wake Noah. Then, finally, after twenty minutes:

Uh oh. What did I do?

Nick felt determined, like he was on a mission. Until he went to type and realized he didn’t know how to explain to her how he knew about this snot-nosed prick. He waited a few moments, deliberating.

I heard some students talking about you having a boyfriend.
I haven’t told anyone about us, Nick.
That’s not what I’m concerned about. Do you have a boyfriend?
Several minutes passed. Then she answered: Well, technically no.
What do you mean technically? Nick fired back immediately, now sitting straight up and staring angrily at his phone.
Well we only started dating like a month ago. I wouldn’t say he’s my boyfriend….

Reading those words felt like a slap in the face. It took him several minutes to compose himself enough to answer her, trying his best to keep the malice out of his tone.

Have you fucked him?
No… I only want to do that with you.
Can you come over here please?
Isn’t your wife with you?
She’s asleep. Come over.

Nick could have been seething if not for how hurt he was at this discovery. Not that he had any real right to be. After all, he was really doing the same to her, if not worse. He was married and had a kid, but that didn’t keep him from feeling like beating the twerp on Ariel’s shoulder into a pulp. He decided tomorrow, at work, he’d look for… Stephen. It took some digging but he found the kid’s profile. Stephen Constantine Chiellini.

A half an hour passed before he got another text from Ariel. A simple “I’m here”. Nick shuffled silently to the front door, looking around at the surrounding houses to make sure no one was around before he let her in. They didn’t speak until they were in the basement.

“So?” Nick started, trying to keep his anger from seeping through his words. Ariel didn’t say anything, she just stared up at him, apologetic. “So, what, you’re… cheating on me? Is this payback or something? Ariel, you know I can’t– I can’t leave her. We have Noah. Is that what this is about?” Ariel shuffled, now avoiding Nick’s gaze. “Because you know I don’t love her, right? I-I don’t know how else to explain that. I don’t love her. At all. I’m just doing this for Noah.” Still nothing. Nick reached out to place his hand on her chin and direct her gaze to his. They stared deeply into one another for a moment, before Nick felt the familiar softening warmth of affection bloom through him at the sight of her through this jealousy-induced fog. The man sighed and leaned forward to kiss Ariel gently. “Just… talk to me, please? Ariel?”

Ariel huffed and snuggled into him, burying her face into his bare chest as though she couldn’t get close enough. As though she wanted to press every inch of herself into him. “I just… I miss you so much, Nick,” she mumbled.

He rumbled with soft laughter. “You think I don’t miss you?” Ariel pulled back now to look up at him, and his lips found hers once again, tenderly. “You’re all I think about when I’m with her.”

He watched as the young woman attempted to suppress a smile. “I am?”

Nick nodded, guiding both of them over to the sofa to tug her into his lap. “I can’t stand being with her. I thought you knew at least that much.”

“Well, it’s hard… when I know you’re spending all your time with her, and you never talk to me anymore…” Ariel answered coyly, but made no attempt to shy away from their embrace. Nick imagined she was just as starved of his affection as he was of hers.

“That’s not intentional. You know that, right? If I could get away with it, I’d be spending all my time with you. It’s just… not… easy. And, trying to figure out how I would even explain to my family and friends why I’m dating an eighteen-year-old… much less one that’s been my student for the past year… I-I don’t know what to say, baby, but I’m gonna try. I hear you, and I’m gonna try.”

Ariel nodded softly, readily accepting her lover’s promise as genuine, and placed her lips on his firmly. When she pulled back, she sought out his gaze and held onto it, really looking into him. Nick could feel the way she tensed up a moment before she let the words slip out. “I think I love you.”

For a moment they sat in silence, but never moved an inch. The man hadn’t expected her confession, and truthfully he hadn’t pondered whether he loved her back or not. Not through the blur of his days mingling into one another since his son was born. Now was just as good a time as any. But his silence made Ariel uncertain, and her tanned cheeks bloomed with embarrassment, and she quickly shuffled out of his embrace, mumbling out a string of apologies, trying to take it back. Nick caught her forearm before she could make a mad dash for the door and pulled her back to him.

“No, wait.” She stopped in her frenzy, and stared expectantly up at him, but in those doe-like eyes he recognized fear. His large palm found the side of her face, cupping her cheek affectionately. “I think I love you, too. You never have to be worried about that, Ariel. I might be spending more time with her, but only because that’s what the situation is. It’s not my choice. I… She and I don’t even speak to each other. I sleep on the couch. You’re my priority. You’re the one I love.”

At that it seemed the young woman was overcome with her happiness, and leaned onto the tips of her toes to wrap her arms tightly around Nick’s neck, pull herself up and their lips met passionately, in a kiss that neither one wanted to end. But a kiss that was interrupted, by a gasp just barely audible from behind him. His back had been turned to the basement door. He’d forgotten to lock it.

Nick tore away from their kiss, heart lurching like an anvil into his stomach. He tucked Ariel behind him, out of instinct to protect her, as he turned.

And there she was, staring wide-eyed and jaw dropped at him and Ariel. Sarah squeaked out a trembling question: “You don’t love me?”

The jig was up. He’d finally been caught.

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I knowwww you guys probably hate me for being so unreliable with uploads. Writer’s block is a bitch. But I figured I’d give you guys something big for the wait. No sex, just fluff. Thank you guys for being so loyal. This isn’t the end of Satiated, but I am curious if there’s any direction you guys want it to go in :) leave your ideas in the comments!

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