Chapter 71: Rachel's needs...

"You didn't tell me you'd been in the Navy," said a familiar voice.

Eddie turned around in his cubicle chair to abandon the online photo album he'd been looking at. "Um, yeah," he blinked. Michelle leaned on one corner of the open side of his cubicle. He couldn't help but smile at what he saw her wearing. She had a way of turning "business casual" into "dressed to kill." The skirt was a bit daring, but then, who was really going to complain?

"How long?"

"Four years," Eddie shrugged. "The usual."

"Were you a big, bad Navy SEAL?" she grinned. "Or a pilot?"

Eddie chuckled. "You know how you can always tell if someone at a party is a pilot, right?"

"No. How?"

"Oh, don't worry. He'll tell ya." Michelle laughed. "Nah," he went on, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just the guy who did what was required of him."

She nodded. "My son tried to enlist in the Army. He was crushed when he got rejected for medical reasons, and then the other branches wouldn't take him. His grandfather was thrilled, though."

"Didn't want his grandson going off to war, huh?"

"No. He was a Ranger in Vietnam. Said the Army made him a much better person, but he could've done without all the guilt. Didn't want Alex's name up on a wall somewhere someday."

Eddie nodded. "So, uh...this conversation got heavy kind of fast. It's nice to see you."

"I came by because I couldn't help but notice that you were still at your desk while everyone else around here went out to eat."

"Honestly, I was going to see if you wanted to go grab something with me, but then I figured you were in that management meeting."

The blonde shook her head. She did it slowly. Something about that was very, very sexy. "No," she said. "I was hoping you'd come in my nice, private office for lunch."

Eddie fought to keep his smile down to a dignified grin. "There's not any food in there, is there?"

She shook her head slowly again. "No," she told him. "We'll just have to find something else to eat." Michelle reached out to grab his tie and tug on it gently. He rose in response. "But maybe you and I could make dinner plans while we're at it."

"I'm a pretty good cook, and I've even been cleaning up my place," Eddie said. "I like the sound of that."

"I like that skirt."

"Good. I threw it on in my office just for you. Not like I'd wear this right now if the place wasn't deserted," Michelle winked.

Eddie swallowed. "Wow. You wore that just for me?"

"I'm wearing quite a few things specifically for you right now," Michelle grinned. She gave another little tug on his tie, then let it go as she stepped away from his cubicle. "Come see."

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"You will need to be able to list the characteristics of life. We did that on the first day. Also from our first class, you'll need to remember our little discussion on evolution and natural selection, as well as the readings on Darwin." The professor spoke with fairly good cadence and inflection, just enough to keep from being monotone, but she wasn't trying to keep anyone entertained. Most everyone in the auditorium-style lecture hall was busy writing down everything she said.

Sitting in the back of the hall, Alex heard Rachel sigh with annoyance. He glanced at her and couldn't help but grin a bit. "Not big on Darwin?" he murmured.

She took the sort of deep breath that enforces good posture, then released it. "I am expressly forbidden from speaking on that specific subject," she said.

His grin was undiminished. "Hot button issue for you?"

"A bit."

"I dunno. Just your reaction might tell me plenty about creationism."

Rachel frowned and looked at him sideways. "It's actually very complicated," she said. Alex was back to looking at his professor. After a moment Rachel said, "The Norse had it right."

He blinked. "The Norse? What, you mean the Vikings?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I know that one. Doesn't it start with a land of ice and a land of fire and a magic cow being melted out of the ice in between?" Rachel nodded solemnly. Alex looked back at the professor again, considering what she said. "I thought you weren't supposed to be able to lie to me."

"The question is whether or not lying is the same thing as being sarcastic," she smirked.

Alex chuckled a little as he looked back to the professor. She was still giving an outline of the upcoming exam. "You will need to know the parts of cells, both animal and plant. That means you'll have to know the difference between a cell membrane and a cell wall. You'll need to remember what a vacuole does. You need to know the difference between mitosis and meiosis and the phases of each."

"You're hardly taking any notes," Rachel observed.

"Seems like a lot of this is stuff people should remember from high school. I had AP Bio in my junior year." He glanced over to see Rachel's quizzical look. "That's, um...I should've gotten college credit for this class already. Could've, I mean, if I had taken the test."

"Why didn't you?"

"My buddy, Jason got chicken pox a week before the exam. His parents were in Israel for a funeral. We'd been friends all our lives, so I went over to check in on him and bring him his homework and some comics and stuff. Keep him company. Mom was working really late, so I hadn't even told her for the first two days, and then she was like, 'You idiot, you've never had chicken pox, either,' which I totally didn't know, and so...um, yeah."

Rachel's smile beamed at him. "That's really sweet."

"It was really dumb."

"Bah. I'm sure he'd have done the same for you."

"No, Jason's way smarter than me. Jason would've asked his mom if he'd had chicken pox, and then when she said no, he'd have sent someone else."

"How long have you been friends?"

"Gah. All our lives. All the same interests. Geeks tend to cling to their own when they find 'em."

"So you don't really need to stay here?"

"I might. She's not done with the review yet, and there might be more. If this covers genetics, it'll kick my ass...where are you going?" he asked as she rose.

Rachel pulled away his notebook and then moved the little fold-out desktop in his seat back to the side. Then she sat down on his lap, straddling him. "Right here," she smiled.

Alex's eyes went wide. She leaned back a bit, stretching just right to draw his attention to her cleavage. Rachel's white dress had just enough room at the bottom to allow her to do this without it hiking up very far, but just the same there was an awful lot of leg.

She shouldn't have been able to do this given the lack of space, but her legs went right through the seats to either side of him as if they weren't even there. Alex blinked in shock. She was very solid and very real against him, but she could apparently move her body right through solid matter. Rachel grinned down at him. "And now you know how I can follow you around everywhere you go," the angel teased.

She ground into him a bit as if she knew just how to move to get his already alarmingly hard cock in the most comfortable position possible. Then she popped open the top button of his black shirt. Rachel leaned in, kissing and nibbling her way up from his collarbone to the side of his face.

He tried to breathe and hold still. Alex couldn't really do anything to hold her without looking weird to everyone else, and he knew it. She felt so incredibly good that he almost didn't really care. As if mocking him about his scholarly commitment, Rachel made a point of keeping her head low or to the side so that he could still see his professor. While the woman at the lectern droned on about diagramming cells, Rachel's hands roamed along Alex's sides.

He didn't mean to do it, but he caught the eye of the teacher's assistant, standing near the exit near the front row. She glanced up at Alex's wide-eyed face and strange posture with something between amusement and I-guess-I-won't-be-giving-that-freak-my-phone-number-after-all surprise. Alex looked away. Rachel took the turn of his head as an indication to give more attention to the other side of his neck.

His eyes closed. She felt wonderful. She was wonderful. He longed to kiss her, but that would look very, very weird indeed.

"You're vibrating," Rachel observed with a whisper against his skin.

"I'm shaking that much?"

"No. I think it's your phone."

Alex blinked. He twisted a bit, trying hard to get at the phone in his back pocket. Rachel giggled as he tried to manage it. Finally, he got it out. Rachel settled back against him.

There was a text from Lorelei. "The honeymoon suite is yours again tonight. Don't worry about me. I know what you feel for her. Rachel will not come between our love. This is exactly what I want for you."

His mind was thrown for a loop. He had a lover beyond his wildest imagination, and she was encouraging him to take another. Hell, she even made arrangements for him.

"I've never wanted anything like I want you, Alex," Rachel confessed into his ear. "I want to give myself to you. I want to love you for days and nights on end. I want to taste you and take you inside me and make you mine."

"Rachel," he grunted.

"Mmh, yeah." She seized his hair to pull back his head so she could lick the entire length of his neck before she growled, "I want to hear you screaming my name, too."

"Rachel, I can't take you to bed until you get off of me."

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"There go all of my doubts," Onyx said as Alex pulled out of the parking lot on his motorcycle. His invisible companion rode on the back, holding him tightly and smiling.

Following the two out of the biology lecture without being spotted wasn't difficult. They only had eyes for one another, and those eyes were often closed. They had stopped to throw one another up against this wall or that tree for long, hungry kisses more than a few times between the lecture hall and the parking lot.

"Why do you think she went invisible again when they got on the bike?" Onyx asked.

"He's only got one helmet," Molly pointed out. "If she's not wearing one, too, they'll get pulled over. But the books all say that demons with mortal flesh are really durable. If they get in an accident, she'll still be better off than he is even though he's dressed for it and she isn't. If she's really a succubus."

"Guess he won't be in photography today," Onyx frowned. "Well, what do you think?"

"I think she turns invisible, she has an aura that's suspiciously so bright it can't really be read, she crawled all over him while he's in class and she's dragging him away from his responsibilities while everything about him screams 'I need to fuck right now.' Yeah. I'm pretty convinced of what she is, whether or not she looks the way she did on Friday."

"Good thing I spotted these along the way, then," Molly grinned. Onyx looked to her. Molly was holding up several blonde hairs.

"Holy shit, how did you get that?"

"Are you kidding? With the way they were wrestling up against the wall outside the lecture hall, I'm surprised he didn't pull out a whole lock of her hair. So let's go home, get out of these fucked up clothes and get to work. I think it's time we had a conversation with this chick."

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Carlos collapsed behind Lydia, unable to hold himself upright anymore. She shifted from her hands and knees to help him up to lie correctly in the large bed, with his head on the pillows. Carlos would have been breathing heavily, but he could barely do that. He'd been in frenzy for hours, with his orgasms frustratingly further and further apart.

For Lydia, that was delicious progress.

"Baby," he whispered hoarsely, "I need water. I need..."

"I know what you need," Lydia said, straddling him and pushing herself onto his dick. It was still entirely erect, still coated with their intermingled fluids. Lydia began to rock back and forth, shuddering with the pleasure of both his unyielding erection and the rapid deterioration of all the rest of his strength.

"Can't we rest?" he asked weakly. With some effort, he raised his hands to her hips, wanting to urge her off. She grabbed his wrists and flung them up and over his head as if his arms were just limp objects attached to his shoulders.

"You rest, Carlos," Lydia reassured him. "Just relax and let me take care of the rest from here."

"That's...'s not what I mean..."

"I know, Carlos," Lydia grinned. "I know."

It wouldn't be long now. She loved this part. Lydia grinned evilly.