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The sun was almost set by the time Antonia reached home. After introducing herself to all the other professors of the Academy, and taking another substitution class, Rhys had finally allowed her to leave. As she opened the door, her mind reeled back the words that the Chancellor had said when she had handed over the form to him and dared to ask him the reason behind it.
"Oh, I assure you, Antonia, that you will not regret answering these questions."
There was that funny feeling in her stomach again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she shut the door loudly and kicked off her heels. Her soles were aching, and she wanted nothing more than to get into her bed and take a nice, long nap.
Her house was silent, and the only noise audible was the honking of cars far off in the city. The dimmed sunlight shone through the windows, spraying the whole room in a warm, fuzzy, yellow. She dragged her feet on the carpet of her living room, walking towards her bedroom. It was these lonely and quiet times that Antonia wished she had someone to talk to, someone who would wait for her at home and ask her about her day.
Before migrating to London, she lived with her family in a sunny and jovial town of Spain. Those were her days of joy, freedom and happiness. She would play all day long while her elder brother studied to pursue his dream of being a doctor. Everything was merry around them, until that one day...
Putting down her bag on the bedside table, and keeping her phone beside it, Antonia grabbed the towel and stepped into her bathroom, adjusting the warmth of the water. Once it was the perfect temperature, she positioned herself beneath the shower. The warm water cascaded down the hair to her chest and back, immersing her body into a sense of comfort. Nothing beats a nice, long shower after a hectic day at work.
The dark, dreary and grey aura of London was almost unacceptable to the twenty-year-old Antonia Rodriguez at first, but she had no choice. Her parents had spent over half of their fortune to send her to study in a college in this big city, and she was determined to not let their money go to waste.
Wrapped in a towel and with drops of water still trickling down her hair, she came out of the shower. It was now dark outside, and she looked at the clock on the wall.
Twenty minutes past five. Time is really a bitch, she thought as she opened the drawer beside her bed.
There, in all its glory, was lying a baby pink, cylindrical object. She picked it up and shut the drawer close, then proceeded to discard her towel on to the floor. Butt naked now, she plopped herself on the bed, taking her position by spreading her legs as far as possible and leaning against the soft pillows supported by the headboard.
Today had been very hectic indeed.
Antonia switched on the device on her hand to life, silently praying that she had not forgotten to charge it last night. To her utmost joy, the object started vibrating in her small hands, making her grin and lick her lips at the same time.
She happened to notice that further stimulation was not needed, since her nipples were already hardened and the inside of her thighs was moist. When was the last time she had been so horny?
Slowly and cautiously, she brought the vibrator to one of her pebbled peaks. As soon as the cold and smooth tip of the device came in contact with her skin, she groaned and arched her chest to meet the rhythmic vibrations. As one nipple received such beautiful treatment, the fingers of her free hand enclosed around the other one, rolling it in a hurried pace, eager to match the pulsing of the machine.
Once satisfied by the care she gave to her breasts, Antonia trailed the vibrator down her stomach and stopped right before she could touch the throbbing nub in between her folds. She was soaking wet, desperately wanting to find her release, but she refrained, allowing the agonizing pleasure to build up. She loved to tease herself, knowing fully well that it only turned her on even more. As she leisurely traced the tip of the device up and down her slit, she closed her eyes, letting the sensations consume her.
Antonia moaned when the vibrator touched her clit, sending a wave of pleasure to her abdomen. She bit down hard on her lips, so hard that it almost drew blood. A mixture of pain and pleasure, yes, the way she liked it. The machine kept vibrating mercilessly against her clitoris and she moaned out loud, drowning in the senses of her impending orgasm.
"Fuck..." she sighed, starting to feel the onset of tremors in her thighs. She dragged the tip of the object along her slit, trying to postpone her climax. It did not help, as she felt her toes begin to curl, she was so close...
Then, all of a sudden, her phone rang. She did not hear it at first, in the middle of her ecstasy, but she heard it loud the second time.
Impossible, she could not stop now. Still holding the vibrator against her clit, she groaned as she shot out her hand to grab the phone from the table. Not bothering to check the Caller ID, she somehow managed to receive the call with trembling hands and greeted the other person with a breathy, "Hello".
"Antonia." it was Rhys.
Antonia shivered, not sure if it was because of the deep voice or the orgasm which was finally getting to her. The vibrations were starting to feel unbearable now, and the sensation was overwhelming her ability to speak. Still, she croaked out,
"Sir..."
It was supposed to come out steady but to her subconscious horror, it turned out to be a soft moan.
"What's wrong?" Rhys asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"Mmm..." was all Antonia could say, as the final quavers of her climax set in. That's it...
"Antonia, are you-"
"Oh fuck!" she moaned out loud, as her stiffened legs started quivering and her toes curled. The waves of her orgasm spread throughout her entire body, especially to her abdomen and legs. Not being to take the intensity of the spasms, she shut her legs tight, trying to control her limbs from shaking. The white dots in her blurred vision started to disappear, and it was moments before she descended from her high, and eventually, she realized that her phone was still attached tightly to her ear. It was deathly silent on the other side, maybe the man had hung up-
"Are you done?"
Antonia stilled. He was still on the call, and it was seconds before the ghastly embarrassment crept in and she straightened herself on the bed. She had just orgasmed over a phone call with the Chancellor of the Academy in which she was an 'on-trial' professor!
"Um-sir-I-it is-" She mumbled, fear creeping in her heart. He was sure to fire her after this-
"Jesus, Antonia..." he almost groaned, and Antonia caught on the husky tinge in his voice. Could it be...that he was...
"I called to let you know that I'll be sending your schedule through the mail. As long as you're on trial, you'll be teaching the third-year students. You'll receive the syllabus tomorrow. And," Rhys's voice went down eight octaves as he spoke the next words.
"Don't make it more difficult for me than it already is." and he hung up, leaving Antonia flushed and embarrassed in her post-orgasmic bliss.
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