ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #2 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #2

... won't listen so I'm going to do something stupid and stick with you." Freddie smiled at her, and leaned in and turned her head slightly to kiss her. It was soft and simple at first, but it quickly turned deep and sensual. Jade backed from his face slowly, her face unable to hide a grin. "Yeah... now I'm going to do something incredibly stupid," Jade said standing up, "so I'm going to need you to follow me upstairs and fuck me in the shower." "I-" "I wasn't asking you," she said, grabbing the front of his pants with a wicked grin. Freddie followed right behind her, thinking to himself this was probably not a good idea, but who was he to argue with her? * * * Thank God for GPS, Spencer thought as he drove the bulky camper through the streets of LA looking for the museum. He even got some really nasty looks from some people for driving such a gas guzzler. He tried not to worry too much about it, since he wouldn't be here long and it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He pulled the camper into a pretty tight spot and ran around to the back to unload his sculpture. Spencer was pretty proud of his artwork this time. It looked like a DNA helix, but with trash and stuffed anim*ls for all the pieces. Back in Seattle, someone had offered to buy it for 10 grand and he almost said yes, but then the contest came up, and he couldn't help but want to enter it. It was a bit heavy though so he was glad he brought it with a wagon. He was met at the side door but a middle aged man who ...

... was essentially bald, but he had a weird horseshoe shape to the hair on the back of his head. He wore tiny librarian glasses on the end of his nose and was short. His nametag said Asst. Director Stevens, and Spencer reached his hand out to shake the stranger's hand. Stevens looked at Spencer's hand shook his head. "Sorry, mate. I don't shake." "Wow, you're Australian!" Spencer shouted before he even realized it. "New Zealander actually, but I wouldn't expect you to just know that. So you are…" "Spencer. Spencer Shay. I'm here for the sculpture contest," he said pointing to his design. "Uh… huh," Stevens said, giving Spencer an incredulous look before reaching into his pocket and reading a list of names. "Look at that... you actually are on the list, Mr. Shay. I'm Arthur Stevens the co-director of this museum. Follow me." Spencer followed the small man into the museum, dragging his little red wagon right behind him. They went down a long corridor and then turned a sharp corner which almost made Spencer drop his sculpture but he saved it at the last minute. Finally, they reached a showroom filled with everyone else's artwork. My competition is insane, he thought. "If you will drop your piece off over on the left wall, we will head up to the office and get all your paperwork taken care of." Spencer did as he was told, and set it up, taking his wagon with him under his arm like it was a skateboard. He followed Stevens up a flight of stairs, and then another flight of stairs, and ...