Gretchen Lovewell - Faustian Bargain - Sex Stories

Gretchen Lovewell - Faustian Bargain

... though he was a poor boy living on a shoestring.”

“I can see Jack doing that,” said Ryder Fox.

“Many of them saw Professor Smythe and Jack together on the university grounds, in the halls, in her office. Hugging, kissing, making out. They said she acted absolutely besotted with him. One of the custodians recalled knocking on her office door in the evening, after hearing her panting and moaning. It’s been years, but he said he could still recall what he heard. She was crying out,‘Fuck me, Jack! Oh, fuck me, hard! You’re in me so deep, so very deep! My husband can’t fuck me like this!’ Fifteen minutes later, he saw Jack emerge from her office.”

“We can understand her,” said Amy McAdams. “Can’t we?”

I nodded. I looked across the table and saw Ryder nodding as well. Farah continued.

“She’d become obsessed with Jack and was having him fuck her twice a day, at her house, in her office, in her car. Then, Smythe’s husband, who’s also a professor at the university, caught Jack fucking her in their bedroom. By this time, she knew she was pregnant with Jack’s child, and panicked. She assured her husband that she had never cheated on him and that Jack was forcing himself on her.”

“How old were they?” I asked. “Not that it matters, of course.”

“He was twenty. She was thirty.”

“You’re thorough,” I said.

“Yes,” said Farah, without conceit.

“Did you ask Jack about it?”

“Many times. But he just clams up and won’t talk about it. He’s like that about ...

... everything in his personal life.”

“I think you love him,” I said.

“In one way or the other, I think we all do,” said Amy.

“Perhaps,” said Farah. “I don’t know. He’s a hard man to love – he pushes everyone away.”

“Yes, he does,” I said. “Sometimes I think I know him so well. And other times, I feel like I don’t know him at all.”

“I thought it was just me,” said Ryder.

“Now that we’ve gone over this, let me tell you what I heard,” said Farah. “Bailey came to St. James with a proposition involving you, Gretchen. They’re going to pressure you to accuse Jack of felonious sexual assault – just like Elizabeth Ann Smythe all those years ago. Back then, the privileged sonsofbitches forced him out of college, took away everything he worked so hard for, took away the military scholarship his father died for. They forced him down to the bottom of the ladder. He joined the army as an enlisted man and bled for the same bastards that broke him. He’s been wounded so many times, we’ve all seen his scarred body. I’ve seen his Purple Hearts and all his other medals. He has them hidden in a bottom drawer of his desk, but I’m a nosy bitch and I found them.”

“Good for you,” said Amy.

“He came out of the service and started again with nothing – and worked his way up. He’s making billions for them.” Farah paused for breath, and we could all see that she had teared up. “Now they want to take him down once again. St. James has never been able to fire Jack because he’s been the ...