The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) (7 page)

I opened my legs and felt Anton penetrate me.  He was
whispering to me but none of what he said stuck in my mind long enough for me
to take any notice.  I made the right sounds so he would think I was completely
into what we were doing.  But I knew that I was just playing a part.

Why could my body and my emotions not respond the way it
should?  I was sure I would be able to fall in love with Anton.  I had become
so dependent on him emotionally but physically there seemed to be a wall
between us.  Not that he seemed to be aware of the separation.  He told me he
loved me a hundred times and I could not begin to count how many times he told
me I was the sexiest and most sensual woman he had ever seen. 

Was it Anton or was it Mark causing this cold spot not only
in my heart but also between my legs?  Was the deception I felt over everything
Mark had done to me over the years having an impact on the way my body and my
emotions reacted to Anton’s lovemaking?  Was I destined to be a frigid woman
who could not give herself fully to any man again?  Did Mark break more than my
heart?  Did he in fact break me?

**********

Later, when I had cleaned up and Anton lay sleeping next to
me, silent tears slipped into my pillow. 

I fell asleep, only to wake up half-an-hour later.  Anton
was getting dressed.

“Where are you going?  There is nobody else here.  You are
welcome to spend the night.”

“Not tonight, my Lovely.  I don’t have clean clothes or
anything here.  I will see you at school tomorrow.”

With that he quickly kissed me on the forehead and left.

The next morning Anton did not come by before school.  When
I walked into the staffroom, he was already there, sitting in his usual spot
across the room from me. 

Everybody in the staffroom knew that I went to court for my
final divorce proceedings the previous day.  A few pulled me aside to ask if I
was okay and to say that I could call on them any time I needed someone to
listen.  Yeah, right!  I have heard how they gossip about any bit of juicy news
they could lay their hands on.  None of them would have the pleasure of seeing
my pain, or even my happiness.  I put on my best smile and thanked each one who
approached me with my sunniest demeanour.

To my amazement, Anton quickly entered my classroom and
locked the door behind him during that interval.  He barely acknowledged me in
the staffroom that morning.  I had no idea how to react towards him after what
had happened between us the previous night.  We had made love.  Does that not
qualify as some kind of commitment or at least a public acknowledgement of some
tie between us?

“How are you today?” he asked.

“Oh, I am fine.  Keeping busy, as you can see.”

“Come here, we don’t have much time.”

He pulled me up from behind my desk.  He sat down on one of
the student’s desks and pulled me closer to him.  He started kissing me profusely,
as if he was really hungry for me.  I kissed him back but the feeling of unease
and discomfort I felt the previous night, was with me again. 

When he started unbuttoning my shirt, I pushed him away. 

“What now?  The door is locked and nobody saw me come in
here,” he protested.

“Anton, no, don’t do this!  We are at school.  I am not
comfortable with this.  We need to be an example to our students, not spend our
intervals making out behind closed doors.”

“Who said anything about making out?  I am here to fuck that
sweet pussy of yours into submission.”

I could only stare at him in shock.  Was this the same man
who could be so kind to me?  The one who had become my best friend and whom I
had believed I was falling in love with?

“Anton, it is not going to happen.  I am not having sex with
you in my classroom.  I am not a teenager!”

“Okay, okay.  Can I see you tonight?”

“Okay.  Come by any time after school.  I will make us
something proper to eat for tonight.  I promise something better than scrambled
eggs.”

I smiled, trying to diffuse the situation and relieve the
tension that suddenly crept in between us.

He gave me a quick kiss before leaving.

**********

When I got home late afternoon I had a quick shower.  I put
on a light dress and started on some beef stroganoff in the kitchen.  Anton
promised to bring a bottle of red wine.

We spent a relaxing evening together.  We talked about this
and that and drank the wine he brought.  After dinner we sat on the couch. 
Anton started kissing me.

He pushed me back on the couch and his hands reached inside
my shirt.  I allowed him to take it off.  Dressed only in my panties, he
started sucking my nipples, giving each one a turn.  He put my hand in his
crotch and I started rubbing him.  I could feel him get harder and his crotch
started to feel a bit moist.  He removed his pants and underpants.  He sat next
to me on the couch and I lifted my hips as he removed my panties.  He sighed
when he looked at my pussy.

“You are so beautiful and you are all mine.  Do you know how
honoured you are?”

I laughed at his joke:  “What do you mean I am honoured? 
You are the one who should feel honoured.  Apart from my ex-husband, you are
the only man I have ever allowed to be with me like this.”

“I know,” he said, “and the thought of it makes me really
horny.  To know that you have not been invaded by dozens of men and that now I
can have you all to myself, is the best aphrodisiac ever.”

He put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my moist
pussy. 

“This pussy is now just mine and nobody else will ever have
you.”

His words stirred up an uneasy feeling within me which I
could not describe in words.  Maybe it was just because I had been married to
one man for so long that I was not comfortable with the feeling of belonging to
anyone else.  I pushed the feeling aside as he started pushing two fingers
inside me.

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the moment.  My
body and mind both needed this escape.  But escape for me was not to come.

I felt him bend over to kiss me, while still stroking the
inside of my pussy with his fingers.  I was getting wetter and could not really
feel my body react to the stimulation.  What was going on with me?

Anton pushed my legs further apart and I could feel him
insert himself into me.  He lifted my one leg over his shoulder and thrust
himself harder and harder into me.  In a far-away place in my mind I was wondering
if I was going to cum.  Somehow I started to doubt it.  Even though my pussy
was reacting to Anton’s touch by becoming wet, something just did not feel
quite right.  Try as I may, I just could not get into the moment and give
myself completely.  I closed my eyes and tried to see myself somewhere else.

I could hear Anton’s groaning become louder and more urgent
and knew he was going to cum. 

It did not leave me breathless; in fact, it left me not
feeling anything.  It was as though someone else was using my body; like I was
standing on the opposite side of the room, watching what was happening between
two people I barely knew. 

When Anton got dressed and was ready to go, I felt a sense
of relief.  Somehow a feeling of unease had crept in and I was almost scared he
would want to spend the night after I had invited him to stay the night before. 
No matter how empty the house seemed with only me there, I really did not want
him spending the night.  Why?

The next morning at school, Anton met me at the gate again. 

“Finally it is Friday.  I cannot make it tonight but I will
see you tomorrow afternoon around four.  Maybe we can go for a picnic.  I know
a park with a few completely private corners.  I am sure the fresh air will do
both of us some good.”

I did not ask what he would be doing the Friday evening. 
Having an evening to myself so I could sort out my feelings regarding my new
state as divorced woman, might be just what I need, I thought.

**********

On Saturday morning I went shopping for a few new pieces of
clothing.  I realized standing in front of my wardrobe the previous evening
that I did not have anything new.  I did not even think about any additions to
my wardrobe after Mark left.  But now it was time to reinvent myself.  I was
not Anna, wife of Mark anymore.  I was Anna, single, not too bad-looking
judging from what the mirror told me and I had a right to a life of my own. 
The thought was freeing and made me feel happy, a little bit lighter than I had
felt in the past few years.  I did not have a ring on my finger, I did not have
to answer to anyone and the news that I had not contracted HIV from my
philandering ex-husband, made me feel more alive than I had felt in years.

While browsing through one of the more upmarket dress shops,
I ran into Nadeyn, one of the teachers I had been teaching with for four years
but barely knew.  She invited me to go for coffee at a nearby coffee shop and I
could hardly decline.  But she was nice and I thought it might not be a bad
idea to make some new friends.  One thing about divorce, it wrecks most of your
friendships; not that I had too many of those to begin with.

We sat down and the sound of coffee machines and people
talking made me feel happy.  Nadeyn was chatting about her tennis group and her
class and the upcoming governing body elections at school. 

Then the conversation took a sudden turn.  I still have no
idea how we got on the subject and I really did not know what she was talking
about.

“I see you are Knock-Knock’s latest victim.”

“Knock-Knock?” I asked, baffled.

“Anton!  We all see how he meets you at the gate and how he
sometimes slips into your classroom during interval or just after school.  But
you must be careful.  His wife is not one to play with.  She is a lawyer and if
she gets wind of her husband being interested in you, she will sue your ass.”

I felt the blood drain from my face.  Anton?  Married?  Suddenly
a lot of things started making sense.  How could I have been so blind?  Is it
really a case of nobody being as blind as one who does not want to see?

“Why do you call him Knock-Knock?” I asked the only question
I could think of.  I did not want Nadeyn to see how shaken I was.  I wanted
some time to gather my thoughts.

“He has had that name for a while now.  There had never been
a female teacher on whose door he hadn’t knocked at some point in time.  While
you were married and your husband was home, you were safe.  Nicky got a
surprise a while back when she mentioned in the staffroom that her husband was
away on business.  That same evening he knocked on her front door.   He did not
want to take no for an answer until she threatened to not only tell her husband
but also report him to the Department of Education’s Ethics Committee.”

“Oh, he is a pig.  I honestly don’t know why his wife still
puts up with his nonsense,” she continued.  “She is so beautiful and a very
successful lawyer.  People in the know reckon she might have a bright future as
a politician one day.  What she sees in a loser like him, is beyond me.  But he
believes he is nature’s gift to the female race.  All I ask of you is that you
not allow him to pull the wool over your eyes.  I know that after your divorce,
you must be vulnerable.  But you deserve better than someone else’s leftovers.”

I went straight home.  I could hardly get rid of Nadeyn fast
enough.  I managed to keep my mask on long enough to finish my coffee and make
my excuses without raising any suspicion about how her words had torn me
apart.  I put my car in the garage and locked the door behind me.  I did not
open the curtains.  I just sat on the couch, thinking.  Married?  Could Anton
really be married?  But how could it be?  I had never seen him with a woman. 
But then again, he rarely ever attended any school functions.  And I stayed out
of the staffroom as much as possible.  That is how I must have missed all the
gossip about him and his womanising.  Was I destined to always choose a man
whom I would not be enough for?  Would any man I fall in love with always go in
search of other women to complete him?  One thing I knew for sure, I was never
going to be the other woman in anyone’s marriage.

When I heard his car pull up the driveway, I did not move. 
I was still in shock and did not know what to say to him.  I was hurt and
angry.  To think there was a time I almost allowed myself to fall in love with
him!

He knocked on the door a few times.  Then he called my
name.  I jumped when my mobile phone rang right next to me.  He knows I am
here!  He must have heard it ring from outside!

It felt like I was frozen in time.  I could hear him call
out to me again when my cell phone stopped ringing.  I felt panicked and I did
not know what to do.  Tears were streaming across my face and I did not know
whether it was anger, fear, panic, disappointment or some other emotion that
caused the tears.

 “Anna, open the door.  What is wrong with you?  I know you
are there.”

My legs trembled as I walked to the door and unlocked it.  I
could see the shock in his face when he saw me standing there.  I must have
looked a mess with my tear-soaked face.

“Anna!  Sweetheart!  What is the matter?”

He tried taking me in his arms but I evaded him.

“Anna?”

The heartbreak had been replaced with anger.  I was so angry
that I could not think straight.  All I knew is that I wanted him out of there.

“Get out!” I hissed at him.

“Hey, what is going on?  What’s happened?”

“You, that is what happened!  You had been lying to me for
months now.  How could you?  You said you love me and I trusted you.  I slept
with a married man!  I promised myself never to do something like that.  You
knew what I had been through with my ex and you still decided sleeping with me
is okay.  How could you?  What kind of monster are you?”