Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part Two

A steady rain fell as I left the English Lit department. It was only a ten-minute walk to my apartment, but I knew by the time I got home, my new suit would be soaked, and I'd look like a drowned rat. I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella with me this morning.

I was rescued from drowning by Bill Franklin; he was leaving at the same time and asked if he could give me a ride. I gladly accepted, mostly because I didn't want to ruin my new suit, but I'd also have a chance to flirt with Bill a little. It wouldn't be much of a flirt since the ride would take less than five minutes.

Bill's car was parked halfway across the parking lot.

"I'll run for the car, Gen, and pick you up here,” he offered like a gentleman, throwing his coat over a puddle for me to walk across.

I watched as he ran through the rain, his feet splashing in puddles soaking his trouser legs. It was cold and damp, and I shivered as I waited outside the building for him to pull up.

His car stopped at the bottom of the stairs from the building, and I made a quick dash for his car. As I approached, he leaned over and pushed the door open. I almost jumped into the passenger seat, not caring how high my skirt slid up my legs.

I started to say, "Thanks," but held my tongue when I noticed he had his cell phone to his ear.

"Ok, Tess, I understand." He said.

He was talking to his wife, Theresa. I'd met her once at the department Christmas party. As I recall, she was a relatively short ...

... woman, somewhat overweight, and wore clothing to hide that fact. She was personable enough, but that was with the old Genevieve. I imagined she wouldn't be so friendly if she met the transformed Genevieve.

"I guess I'll just stay here and do some paperwork then," Bill said as he glanced toward me and seductively winked at me.

"I'll see you around ten then, Tess, goodbye,” he spoke.

He flipped his phone closed and looked at me. "She's going to work late tonight."

The shit-eating grin on his face left little for me to imagine what paperwork he was planning to do until 10:00 p.m.

As we drove the short distance to my flat, I didn't bother to pull my skirt down toward my knees. The darker top of my silk stocking was peeking out from the hemline of my dress.

"What a perfect opportunity for me to find out where those seams end, Gen,” he said, winking at me once again.

"I couldn't agree more, Bill," I replied. "Would you like to come up for a drink?" I added, knowing his answer already.

"That would be very nice, Gen,” he said as we turned the corner and approached my building.

As luck would have it, there were no parking spaces near my flat. Bill double-parked in front and said, "Why don't you jump out here, Gen? I think I see a space near the end of the block."

"Thank you, Bill. We shouldn't be seen going in together anyway,” I said, remembering that our impending tryst must be discreet.

"I'll wait in the foyer for you," I said as I opened the door and ...