Novels by Benzer

I briefly stopped at the table and told my buddies that I had to give her a ride home. My jaw involuntarily clenched as they indiscreetly checked Autumn out, who was standing a few paces behind me. Scott was going to make some smart comment about me stealing her for myself, but I think I gave him a death stare and he kept his mouth shut. Autumn didn’t say anything as she demurely followed me out to the parking lot. When we got to my car, I jokingly offered, “Well, you can, uh, ride shotgun if you want. Or you can sit in the back and pretend I’m a taxi driver.” She gave me a weak smile, “I can’t picture you as a cab driver.” I opened the door to the front seat for her. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” This isn’t weird. Just keep the conversation casual. Her skirt rode up her legs a little further as she slid into the front seat. I tried not to gawk at those thighs as I made sure she was fully in the car. “Um… You like, know too much English!” I gave her a sarcastic smile and shut the d

The three of us gawked a little while longer. My buddies because they just saw a hot girl. No surprise there. But me? I watched in awe as she danced and could not believe it. My mind was racing. She couldn’t know that I would be here… This is just the biggest coincidence ever… I can’t let her stay… But I can’t go *talk* to her… “I think I feel like dancing about now,” Scott grinned to us. He started to get up from the table. “You can’t!” I blurted out. He paused. “Why the hell not? You got a girlfriend and I saw her first… that’s two for two!” I panicked. “No she’s- she’s not supposed to be here…” “Uh huh,” he laughed, “I’ll get her out of here, don’t worry!” My face started to turn red. He has no fucking clue. The words spilled out of my mouth. “She’s a teenager!” Both of them looked at me quizzically. “She’s… She’s uh, a student at the high school….” “Your student?” Scott asked incredulously. I blushed worse, “Yeah.” He looked back to Autumn. “Buuullshit…” “L

The rest of the day was a mess. I couldn’t get Autumn out of my head. Obviously I couldn’t think about anything else as I ate my lunch, alone. I ashamedly wished I could just disappear for a few minutes… If I could just jerk off, I could at least get rid of the edge… Never mind the fact that I, in my classroom, was wishing for the opportunity to safely masturbate to one of my students. When the bell rang for the next period, I was still in my seat. As everyone shuffled in, I caught myself looking a little closer at the girls. This is getting out of control. I resolved that all I needed to do was get through the day. I was just in a flustered mood. Back to teaching… Eventually I got through to the weekend. I recognized that my lessons for the rest of the afternoon were clearly off. My train of thought constantly got interrupted with my fixation with Autumn. I could be talking about anything, and then suddenly there would be an image of her… her and those slender legs in that little

Her mouth opened and closed right away, her brain stumbling for words. She crossed her arms across her stomach and squeezed, like a little hug for herself. It made the swell of her breasts push out even further against her sweater. I took the opportunity to interject. “I can see that you spent some serious time on it. The writing is very good. It’s just that I’m not quite sure you are following the directions for this particular project,” I offered consolingly. “Well, I think there are a lot of places it can go. Don’t you? I mean, the uh, there can be more um- encounters.” What is *that* supposed to mean? “The plot is supposed to hinge around one encounter. Note the indefinite, but quite singular, *an* unlikely encounter.” She dropped her arms down and shook her hands slightly, exacerbated expression on her face. She is *not* used to disappointment. “But… What if it is really good! I mean, you said you liked it, right? I mean, did you like reading it?” She tried to disguise he

Friday. I managed to get the rest of the papers graded the night before. After I talked to my girlfriend for a bit on the phone. Now that was an awkward experience. Not for her, but for me. I’ll admit I was feeling pretty guilty for the duration of the evening. It’s not like I’ve never jerked off to another woman before… But my own teenage student? That was a little different. I tried to keep it out of my mind. I didn’t do so well. My anxiety inched over me, little by little, as my Creative Writing period approached. I was nervous to see her. Nervous to give her paper back. I felt silly, but hey, emotions are emotions. Keep in mind I had a pretty restless night previously; thoughts of Autumn’s story haunting me. When the time finally arrived, I nearly scoffed when I saw her enter the room. She had on this little plaid skirt. And no, we don’t have a uniform at this school. She still had on a reasonably conservative sweater, even if it was a little tight… It wasn’t nearly as outrage

It was Thursday night, and I was going through the submissions. So far, it was all run-of-the-mill stuff. Nothing terribly interesting, only one paper clearly scraped together the morning it was due. But then Autumn’s was the next in the stack. “Ah, let’s see what she was complaining about,” I hummed to myself. I’ll tell you right now, I am sure as shit glad that I didn’t read it when she gave it to me. The scene started in the gym. I think I got to about the second sentence when I felt my heart skip a beat. ‘She was running on the treadmill, looking out the window…’ It’s okay. It’s not about that day. She probably goes to the gym a lot. I mean, she does have that body… I kept reading. ‘As the evening went on, it started getting darker outside. It was harder to see out the window because it was reflecting the light from inside the room…’ The realization hadn’t sunk in yet. At least not to the forefront of my mind. But my pulse kept speeding up anyway. My eyes leapt down the pa

The combination of a vampire/werewolf mating was just too dangerous. Her wolf wouldn't listen to her though. She had claimed him and nothing was going to satisfy her until they joined together, however they were going to manage that little problem. Andrei finally turned around, his expression carefully neutral as he looked at her briefly before sitting down behind the desk. "The Council has not reached a decision yet," he said as if they hadn't just been practically ready to rip each others clothes off a matter of moments ago. "Very soon there will be a change in the vampire hierarchy; a new Council will be sitting. The consensus has been reached that the outgoing Council erred in its judgement of not getting involved when Graves' aggression towards the pack became obvious. The Council Elect has been in training for the last half a decade. They have considerable power now that the rotation is so close to happening, it is only a week away. They have come to the decision that the outg

Andrei Romanov smiled slowly, standing up and picking up the bottle of wine. He rounded the desk, interested to see how she would react to his nearness as he poured some more wine into her glass. His smile widened as he detected the increase in her heart rate, her hand shaking ever so slightly as she held the glass as steady as she could. He perched on the side of the desk, looming over her. "You seem a little nervous, Loretta. Something bothering you?" Loretta's wolf howled loudly as she unconsciously tried to shift away from his big body. He was so close to her she could feel his body heat and it was setting up little sparks of electricity in her body, making her wolf ecstatic but making her human side very uncomfortable. The smug smile on his face told her he knew exactly what he was doing, that he was deliberately playing with her. She felt her anger spark and tried to tamp it down. Losing her temper with him wasn't the way to go. It would give him the upper hand; make him fee

Andrei Romanov may be the most beautiful man to walk the planet but Loretta Simpson wasn't the most stupid woman to, she knew exactly what he was. Her eyes stayed locked on his for a fraction of a second longer and then she clinked the glasses in her hand and moved into the room. "Hey asshole," she drawled smoothly, her lips twitching in a little smile as his widened even as one of his eyebrows quirked up at her greeting. "Hey Rose," he answered, finding her irresponsive strangely refreshing. He wasn't used to blatant disrespect. In truth, he'd be tempted to kill anyone foolish enough to address him as she had just done, but the little she wolf somehow managed to get away with it without sparking his ire. "You look much improved on our last meeting." She set the glasses and bottle of wine down on the desk in front of him, coolly opening the bottle and pouring out two healthy glasses before she responded. "Vamp blood sure tastes like shit but it does wonders for a girl's complexi

Her mention of his name tamed the room slightly. Well, it brought a thoughtful expression on the bartender's face if nothing else. He leaned down and picked up a phone from underneath the bar. "There's an arrogant bitch in here who doesn't understand the concept of no dogs allowed," he said shortly, his tone full of anger. He listened quietly for a second and then looked at Loretta. "Name," he barked ominously. Loretta's lips twitched slightly as she considered her response. He must have called Andrei. She tried not to show any sign of relief that he'd had the brains to do so. Maybe she wasn't about to die in the next couple of minutes after all. "Rose," she answered, her lips twitching further. She was playing a dangerous game, relying on the vampire to remember their last conversation. Maybe he had forgotten her completely, it had been almost a year ago and vampires were such a fickle people, swiftly moving on to the next thing that caught their attention without a second though

Loretta fluffed her shoulder length brown hair and sighed as she sat in her car watching the vampires go in and out of the seedy looking club. She really needed to get her hair cut. She couldn't remember the last time she'd worn it so long, usually preferring to have it a lot shorter. It made life a little easier when she shifted to wolf form, her fur more sleek and figure hugging. She wasn't usually a girly girl, preferring to be more of a warrior; a hunter and protector. Her sleek, well-honed body was testament to that as was her position as Beta in the Hanlon pack. But ever since the night of the war last year she felt a little part of herself changing inside. She was letting her hair grow, paying more attention to how she dressed and moved. Christ, she'd even caught herself considering trying on some nail polish the other week. She shuddered at the memory. Thankfully she had managed to restrain that girly impulse. She could just imagine the taunts she would have gotten from th

Over the course of the next few days, more articles came out, saying that a number of S&G's clients were leaving the company. It seems their clients felt they couldn't trust a company that ruined their employees'marriages. Naturally, this had an impact on the company's bottom line. Good, I thought. I went back to work the following Monday. It was difficult, but I managed to get some work done. I never heard from anyone for about three weeks. Then I got a call from Jenny. "Good morning, Carl," she said. "How are you holding up?" "About as well as can be expected," I said. "Any word from Simone?" "Yes," Jenny said. "She's gotten an attorney and they've petitioned the court for marriage counseling. The judge agreed and has ordered six sessions beginning this week." "They can do that?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "And it would be to your benefit to show up. If you don't, the judge can hold you in contempt of court and even put you in jail." "There's no way I'm reconciling with

You're really suing us?" "Yes," I said. "Especially since you've been violating your own morals clauses for the last year while you've been destroying my marriage." "Look, man, this was all just in fun," he said. "We didn't intend to destroy your marriage." "Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen?" I asked. "Did you honestly think I was just going to sit back and applaud you for fucking my wife and using her as a goddamn sperm receptacle? Sounds to me like you've been reading too many stories on the Internet." "Look, man, we can work through this," Ben pleaded. "A lawsuit like that could ruin us." "Not my problem, asshole," I said. "You shouldn't have turned my wife into your whore. Goodbye." I slammed the phone down and grabbed a beer, then headed to the balcony for a smoke. I didn't hear anything from the cheaters until Wednesday, when they were served at Simone's office. "I don't believe you actually did it," Linda said. "You didn't even give her a chance to

As I was making my notes, my cell phone rang. I looked but didn't recognize the number. I figured Simone could have been using someone else's phone to call me. But it could have been anyone, so I decided to answer it. "Carl?" asked a female voice. "This is he," I said. "Carl, this is Linda," the woman said. "I just wanted to let you know Simone is staying with me for a few days. Are you really going for a divorce?" "Yes, I am," I said. "Carl, she's a wreck," Linda said. "She's in her room crying her eyes out. I'm afraid she's going to have a nervous breakdown." "I don't care," I said. "She brought it on herself." "Don't you have any feelings for her at all?" Linda asked. "Yeah, right now they can be described as hatred and disgust," I said. "She's been fucking around on me for a year or more and she had the audacity to humiliate me in public. We're through." "But she loves you," Linda said. "So she claims," I said. "Tell me, what did she do after I left? How long d

When we got there, Simone had already gone into the hot tub with the two guys, who I later learned were Ben and Dale, the two senior partners in the firm. Both of them struck me as little more than rich frat boys. Linda came over to me after they were outside. "So, you think that maybe we can hook up later tonight?" she asked. "What makes you think I'm even inclined to do that?" I asked. "I'm married." "Oh," she said. "I thought you guys had an open marriage or something." "What makes you think that?" I asked. "Well, the way Simone carries on with all the other guys," she said. "I thought you were into being cuckolded, especially the way she kissed you earlier." "What the hell makes you say that? What do you mean the way she kissed me earlier?" I asked. "Well, she had already sucked off Ben and Dale," she said. "She still had their cum in her mouth when she kissed you. Did you enjoy that?" I felt like throwing up. Her expression changed when she saw my reaction. "Oh my G

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Simone, my wife of five years, was topless, bouncing on the lap of one of the guys in the hot tub below. From the look on her face and the look on the guy's face, it was pretty clear to me they were actually fucking. What the fuck? Angry, I pulled out my phone and took a short video. I thought about changing into my swim trunks, but changed my mind. I sat on a chair in the room and thought back. No wonder she didn't want me to come to this party with her. She had been working as a secretary for S&G Funds, a hedge fund company, for about a year or so, and she really seemed to be happy. Now I know why. Earlier that week, I saw a text come up on her phone, letting her know there would be a company Christmas party this weekend, and she was allowed to bring a "plus one." When I told her about it, she tried to dissuade me from going. "Oh Carl, you'll just be bored anyway," she said. "I don't get it," I said. "Why don't you want me to go with you?"