Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 174

Who's Your Daddy? EP2

"That's for me to know professor," she said laughing as she stretched sinuously in her seat, her full, round breasts testing her t-shirt tops tensile strength as she arched her back. "I am going to College in the fall you know Professor," she finally added. "Bryn Mawr."

"Your mom's school."

"Uh huh, English major - I want to be a writer," she said shyly, "like you... well you already know that of course... When do you want me to start professor?" "Whenever you're settled honey. No rush, I'm sure you have lots of friends to see, things to do."

"I'll start tomorrow sir. I want you to treat me just like you would anyone else."

Right, I thought, as if that was possible. "All right Samantha. Why don't you come over first thing, say eight, and we'll get organized. I'll probably need you til one-thirty or two most days Sam, and then you'll be free for all your boyfriends every afternoon. OK?"

"Yes sir," she said beaming, "You won't regret letting me work with you sir, I promise."

As she skipped away, calling to her sister up the road, I watched her rear wriggling firmly under her skimpy, white silk shorts and knew I'd never regret my decision.

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The Von Scourie house was a large one, and while the front door stood facing inland and the driveway, the very last house on the road, the real orientation of the house was towards the beach and all the important rooms faced the ocean. A ten foot wide balcony ran across the second floor of the house and gave a perfect view of the Atlantic and the next island in the archipelago, three miles off, from the comfortable wicker sofas that were scattered along its fifty foot length. Below the balcony, was a deck with chairs and table and barbeque, and farther down a rectangular pool surrounded by a grassy lawn, and then three stairs leading to a path that twisted through the sea grass and led to the forty foot wide beach that fronted the ocean.

But the houses name, at least what the locals called it, 'Von Scourie's Tower', was derived from its most unusual feature, the structure that jutted twenty-five feet upwards from the roof of the house, a tower that dominated the surrounding

area.

living, had added the tower some sixty years ago, to the derision, I might add, of the whole populace. But now

bookcases, a fifteen by fifteen foot space some fifty feet in the air, which from my desk gave me a view in all four directions

workplace after climbing the steep stairwell of the tower the next morning just after eight. "We

laughed, "I would have let

the dunes, the seagrass, the soaring pines that were mirrored by the tall, pine bookcase in each corner that stood flanking the windows, the pond sitting tranquilly in the Park, the seagulls soaring by, the... "God, wait til I tell Izzy, she'll be so jealous," she laughed as she skipped around the room, touching the desks and the computers, the books and

exclaimed, "These are all books you've written aren't they? Gosh, in French and German and, what language is

vain authors Sam, I work surrounded by all these first editions of

should be proud sir," she whispered, just a little bit of adoration creeping into her voice, "I've loved all your

couple of books. "You like science fiction professor?" she asked

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offered me the chance to be writer-in-residence for one year, all expenses paid, thirty-six years ago when I was a struggling young writer. Athens, Georgia is a great town to live in and the people at the University treated me grandly that year, making me feel so welcome that I never left, even when I became successful

their Department of English and basically left me alone to write, my only duty one that I loved, which was to lead a seminar in creative writing for the Schools most talented young minds. I had written twelve 'Von Scourie' novels over the years, novels set in Boston and the islands of the sound, novels which over the years had won both critical and popular acclaim. I wasn't a Hemingway but

had also written other books, books written under a variety of pseudonyms, and the Sci-Fi book Sam was now holding was one of them. "This is your first trade secret

all of them," I said pointing around the

"Gee, I've read some of these," she laughed, and then added as she flitted to the final bookcase, "how

as she pulled a volume from an upper shelf,

she looked up at me

don't read those ones," I replied as I stretched my arm to grab the

the eagerness of youth, a sly twinkle in her eye as she pulled the book back out of my reach, her body taut against her thin dress as she arched away from me. "All this is so exciting, I'm so happy to be here Professor," she beamed as

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