A Yearning Beyond Years

Stacey's POV:

"Okay, that's it for today," I concluded, and the students immediately got up to leave. "Remember that this assignment accounts for twenty percent of your total grade, so you better research your topic carefully." I called out to the impatient figures as they scurried out the door.

I smiled to myself as I heard them groan in reply. I wasn't the type of Professor who reveled in overworking students, but these were third-year college students, and I had to make sure they were fully prepared for their final English exams.

I picked up my laptop and was about to exit the lecture hall when a voice stopped me. "I enjoyed your class as always, Mrs. Smith."

I turned to see the warmest shade of brown orbs staring back at me. The tall man had on a white collar shirt that perfectly complemented his smooth dark skin and flaunted his muscular biceps.

"I'm happy to hear that, Noah." I gave him a warm smile.

His eyes lingered on my features, trailing down from my eyes to my lips and then to my chest, where his gaze remained fixed. I followed his eyes to see a small part of my cleavage exposed as a result of the unhooked button at the top of my blouse.

I quickly adjusted the material and covered up the open skin, but Noah's focus remained unwavering.

I shifted uncomfortably and cleared my throat. "Noah?"

His body flinched, as if I just broke him out of a trance. His focus darted back to my eyes, and his usual demeanor returned. "See you next class, Mrs." He rushed out the words and quickly jabbed out the hall.

That was...unusual.

Noah was the most popular boy and the star basketball player of the school. The school took pride in the recognition the basketball team had given them, and as a result, Noah and his teammates were treated like mini gods.

They only took basic general courses and were freely allowed to miss most of their classes to focus on training. Lecturers had no power against them, so we just learned to let them be. But Noah was different from the others.

Even though he was the star player, he never missed any of my classes. And I don't know if it was in my head, but most times I could feel him staring at me so intently in class that my neck grew hot.

I shook my head, trying to physically dispel my thoughts of a twenty-year-old college student for any reason watching his thirty-two-year-old professor. I walked out of the lecture hall to where my car was parked and started the car's engine, heading for home.

When I got home, the sunset had already painted the skyline a pale tint of golden orange. My body ached, and all I wanted to do was run a cold shower and head to bed.

As I reached the stairs, I heard strange noises coming from somewhere upstairs. I paused to listen. "Who could that be?"

Liam had told me he would be going on a two-day business trip this morning, and he assured me he would be dropping off Tessa, our daughter, at his mother's place because I wouldn't be home. The college was supposed to host a day-long conference, but it ended up getting canceled. So that meant there wasn't supposed to be anyone at home.

It must be that a burglar broke in. You will need to get something to defend yourself.

Yes! I searched around where I stood for something I could weaponize. My best option was the ceramic flower vase propped up by my side. I wrapped my hands firmly against the body and made my way up the stairs.

Someone is definitely ending up getting very hurt today.

I traced the sound up to our bedroom door. Now that I was closer, I could hear the sound more clearly. It wasn't just any sound; it was moaning. It actually sounded like the people at the other end of the door were making out.

Anger surged to my head. How could you break into someone's house and have sex in the person's bedroom? You had to be...

"Fuck me, Liam." The muffled voice of a woman at the other end drew me out of my thoughts.

Was I hearing things, or did that woman just say my husband's name?

You definitely heard right. She did.

No! No!! I must have misheard.

I pushed open the room's door with full force, propelled by the conviction to prove myself wrong. But when the door swung open, my eyes widened in shock at the sight I saw displayed before me.

Right there on our matrimonial bed lay Liam, and on top of him was Agatha, her naked boobs and ass on full display as she was riding my husband.

They both turned around to face me simultaneously. Liam's face morphed into fear, like that of a child who was caught being naughty, but Agatha's expression remained firm, smug even, as she rolled away from Liam's waist and covered herself with the blue duvet.

What...is going on here?" I stammered, my mouth quivering with each word.

Do you still have to ask? It's plain as day that he's cheating on you. AGAIN!

About two years ago, I found some romantic messages on Liam's phone between him and some woman. When I confronted him about it, he confessed to having an emotional entanglement with the woman but swore they only texted and never did anything physical. He promised to stop, and he did. Or so I thought.

"Stacey," he called me by my name, not 'darling' or 'honey' like he usually does. "I can explain."

"Oh please, there's nothing to explain." Agatha sharply interjected. She looked at me, eyeing me up and down, like I was covered in filth, before turning back to face Liam. "Will you tell her about it or should I?"

Tell me about what? What the hell was this woman even talking about? And why does she look so confident?

I didn't allow myself anytime to mull over the questions popping in my head. I was appalled at how unbothered Agatha looked and her audacity to tell my own husband to divorce me even when she was the one caught having an illicit affair.

Her effrontery made me go into a spiral rage, and I rushed to where she sat on the King-sized bed.

Before Agatha could react, I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up from the bed, dragging her towards the door.

"Let me go," she screamed as she tried to fight back, but my grip only tightened around her wavy brown curls. "I'll let you go as soon as you're out my door." I retorted.

I was only a few inches away from the doorknob when I felt a sharp burning sting across my cheeks. "Let her go right now." Liam demanded as he pulled Agatha away from my grip.

I blinked hot tears, and my hand reflexively cupped the side of my cheek where Liam slapped me. I looked at him through blurry eyes. "You slapped me because of this homewrecker?"

His jaw tensed, and his eyes turned cold. "Call her that again, and this time it won't just be a slap you'd be receiving."

I couldn't believe my ears. Liam had never spoken to me like this before, much less raised his hand to hit me. And now, he was threatening to do even worse, all because of Agatha, my surrogate.

Agatha was my surrogate for birthing Tessa. Four years ago, Liam and I were involved in an accident as a result of Liam's drunk driving. In the heat of the moment, I had taken control of the car and managed to swerve off the road just before we got hit by an incoming truck, but in the process, our car collided with a tree.

Because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, there was a strong impact of the dashboard against my lower abdomen that caused damage to my uterus, and as a result, the doctors said I won't be able to carry my own child.

Liam and I tried for more than a year, but the pregnancies always ended in miscarriages. The emotional and psychological turmoil got too much, and we decided to go for a surrogate instead.

It's been three years since Agatha helped carry my little Tessa in her womb. The agreement was for both parties to never meet up again after Agatha gave birth. When she did, we paid her, and we all went our separate ways, satisfied. So I was genuinely confused as to what she was now doing back here.

After three years, why was my surrogate here? Naked on my matrimonial bed with my husband by her side?

"Tell her, babe," Agatha nudged Liam's shoulder, prompting him to spill the words she had been itching to hear.

Liam faced me, his eyes still cold, but with a renewed vigor. "Stacey, Agatha is pregnant for me. She'd be having a son like I always wanted, so let's get a divorce."

Blood drained from my body, and my legs buckled under my weight as I staggered backward, almost falling. I stare at the man I've been married to for the last six years of my life, dumbfounded by every single word of his last sentence.

"What?"

Stacey's POV:

"Liam, tell me this is all just a sick prank." I tried to fight back the tears welling up in my eyes. "Tell me I heard you wrong or something."

I ran up to him and held his hand in mine, begging against all odds that there was some sort of reasonable explanation for this nightmare.

We spent six years together as a happy family. Although the last two years have been kind of sloppy, it still wasn't enough to get to this level or warrant a divorce.

"Do you want to just throw away all we've built together?" I squeezed his hands. "What about Tessa? What about-"

I heard Agatha chuckle. I whip my head to face her. She had one hand over her stomach and the other one slightly covering her face, but I could still peek at the smug smile on her face.

She's enjoying seeing you so miserable.

"Stop embarrassing yourself." Liam yanked his hand away from me. "Agatha is pregnant with a son for me, and you know how much I need a male successor to take over my business. Your damaged womb can't even hold a child, much more a son. There's no going back now."

Liam's words hit me like a ton of bricks. He was the reason I couldn't keep a baby in my womb, and yet he was divorcing me for it. For a son from this snake under the green grass.

How on earth did this even happen? Agatha had disappeared from our lives after giving birth to Tessa, so how did they both form a relationship long enough to lead to pregnancy?

Except...

Yes. That's right.

"The text messages from two years ago," my eyes widened in disbelief at the realization. "She was the woman, wasn't she?"

Liam's blank expression was all the confirmation I needed. The last bit of strength holding me up left my body and I collapsed to the floor. Just like how my whole world has collapsed before me.

Liam has been cheating on me this whole time? For two freaking years!! How did I never see the signs?

You saw the signs, but you chose to ignore them.

The necklace I saw in his drawer last year that I thought he bought for me as a surprise gift for our anniversary but it turned out he actually forgot about our anniversary and the necklace wasn't in his drawer when I checked the next day. The female lavender scent he always smelled of whenever he went on his 'business trip.' Even the lipstick stain I saw on his tie two months ago.

The signs were always there; I just chose to ignore them. I chose the illusion of bliss over reality, and now I had paid the price.

I felt a pang of pain hit my chest. It was as if a sharp knife had pierced my heart, and I was now bleeding all over the perfect marriage life I thought I had. Tears ran down my cheeks like a gushing tap.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Tessa like my own daughter." Agatha crouched to my floor level and gave me a hug. "After all, I was the one who carried her for nine months." She whispered in my ear.

My stomach churned, and a cold chill ran down my spine at the triumphant malice in her tone. It was like she had orchestrated this from the get-go and had finally reaped her reward.

Agatha stood up and went back to where Liam stood. "Darling, I think the baby is craving ice cream," her tone twitched to fake sweetness.

"Oh! Alright, honey. Let's go get ice cream." Liam slowly led her out of the room. He walked past me crying on the floor without sparing me as much as a single glance. All his focus was on Agatha.

As he got to the door, he paused and turned to face me. "My lawyers would reach out to you to finalize the divorce." Those were his last words before he disappeared through the door.

The chaos in my mind was a stark contrast to the silence in the air. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, and at the same time, I wanted to just do nothing.

How could something that was built for six solid years be easily destroyed in less than a day?

I felt a wallowing darkness ready to engulf me, and a part of me was willing to let myself go. But my other half knew that I needed to stay strong to fight for my daughter's custody. Even if I lost everything else, I couldn't lose her.

There was only one person in the world who could comfort me at a time like this; my best friend Chloe. I picked up my phone and ordered a cab.

*

*

I got to her apartment and knocked on the wooden door. "Who is it?" A voice shouted from inside.

"It's Stacey."

The door opened to reveal a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes. "Cece," she wrapped me in a tight hug.

The warmth of the hug illuminated the coldness I felt in my heart, and I didn't know when the tears started to pour down my cheeks once again.

Chloe pulled away from me to see my face clearly. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" She asked, genuine worry etched on her face.

She led me into the luxurious two-bedroom apartment, and we sat on the brown leather couch. "Tell me everything."

I spent the next thirty minutes giving Chloe the details of all that happened. How I found out that Liam has been cheating on me with Agatha for the past two years and down to her being pregnant for him and the divorce. Chloe listened intently to everything.

"I don't even care about anything else; I just can't live without my baby girl," I cried into Chloe's arms. "And to think she's there all by herself with that surrogate snake."

"Nothing would happen to Tessa, okay?" she assured me. "You know I'm a lawyer. I'd make sure you get custody of Tessa. Don't you worry."

"Really?" I sniffed, looking up at her.

"I promise you." She swore to me, her eyes swirling with determination.

I sighed in relief. Chloe was one of the most sought-after lawyers in New York. If she says she's going to win a case, nothing can stop her.

"Alright, this depressing mood is no good." She lifted my head and stood up. "Stand up, we're going clubbing."

I shook my head and grunted in reply. "I don't think I can."

Chloe dragged me up from the couch. "That's exactly why you have to." She pushed me towards her bedroom. "And, I have the perfect dress for you."

Two hours later, we were sitting inside DEX-LOUNGE, one of the most popular clubs in New York. The space was covered in red and blue from the party light, and the DJ was playing electronic dance music on full blast.

"Here, take another shot." Chloe handed me the sixth glass of vodka for the night. My head was already light, and I could barely see straight.

"Say ahh," she acted out the sound by opening her mouth, and I followed suit. She downed the entire contents in my mouth, and I swallowed.

I didn't think I would be able to stop thinking about the divorce, but honestly, the drinks were helping me forget about it. The more I drank, the more it all faded away.

"Damn!" Chloe exclaimed, holding up the empty bottle. "I'm going to go get more alcohol." She stood up and disappeared through the crowds.

I picked up the empty vodka bottle and placed it over my mouth, trying to get out every last drop in it before Chloe would return with a refill.

"Mrs Smith?" A familiar voice cut through the loud music playing.

I brought down the bottle and adjusted my head to see who called my name. The party light highlighted the silhouette of the muscular man, but my eyes couldn't see his face clearly.

I put the bottle over my eyes like binoculars. "Who...are...you?" I mumbled, pointing at the man.

I heard him chuckle and say something like, "How cute," but I wasn't sure. My brain could barely process anything right now.

He sat beside me, his strong, musky, intoxicating scent filling up my senses now that he was so close to me. "Are you by yourself?"

I shook my head.

He suddenly took my hand in his and caressed it softly. His touch shot an electric thrill up my spine. "You're not wearing your wedding ring." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded.

Before leaving home, Chloe had suggested I leave my ring behind. "This is the start of a new chapter. You have to leave every baggage from the past behind." She had said.

His hand trailed up my open leg that was left exposed by the slit of the red dress Chloe had forced me to wear. My whole body tensed the further up his hands went, but I couldn't stop him.

No, I didn't want to stop him.

But then on his own, he stopped. Just before he got to the middle of my legs, which was already damp as a result of his touch. And maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I was disappointed he stopped.

He raised his head to face me. "Can I kiss you?" His voice was soft.

I blamed the drink for the second time in my head and nodded, "Yes."

His hand cupped my cheeks and drew me closer before he landed a soft, tender kiss on my lips. I could taste beer on his tongue, and when he broke the kiss, I felt tortured for how short it lasted.

"I want more," the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I want you."

Why couldn't I control myself around this man?

A wide grin appeared on his face, and he leaned into my ear. "My place is not too far from here; we could go there if you'd like."

From the corner of my eye, I could see Chloe watching us. "Go home with him." She mouthed with a mischievous smile.

How long has she been watching us for?

I turned my attention to the man, my heart pounding against my ribcage. And I don't know if it was as a result of the alcohol or how strangely familiar this man felt, but I found myself saying,

"Yes, let's go to your place."

Noah's POV:

We stumbled into my apartment, bodies pressed against one another and mouths melting into each other as we knocked over everything on our way to the bedroom.

"I want more," Stacey moaned, and I felt her hand graze over my hard cock through my pants.

She wants you. I smiled.

I wanted more too. The sensation of her touch was maddening, like a drug one couldn't help but get addicted to. I had never felt anything like that ever before and I didn't want it to end.

My hand moved up her back to the zipper of her dress, which hugged her curves perfectly. But I craved to see those curves without any barrier. In one swift swipe, I pulled down the zip.

The red dress fell to the floor, and the only thing that stood between me and heaven's gate was her black underwear.

I moved to unhook her bra, but she stretched her hand to stop me. "Let me," her hand went up to the elastic black band of the bra over her shoulder, and she dragged it down.

I sat on the bed, watching this gorgeous woman I've had a crush on since my first day in college strip in front of me. I've had countless wet dreams about this very day, and a part of me still thought this was one of those dreams.

If this was a dream, never wake me up.

Mrs Smith finally took off the bra and her round full breast bounced out. It jiggled with every step she took towards where I sat on the bed, calling out to me like a siren to squeeze them and swallow them whole.

She knelt down in front of me and unhooked the button on my pants. "Is it true what they say about Black men having big dicks?" She asked, looking up at me with passion.

My mouth curved. "Why don't you pull it out and find out for yourself?"

Like a diligent soldier following a command, she dug her hand inside my pants and pulled out my 9-inch cock.

She gasped when she saw the long length staring right at her, rising and falling, as if seeking for attention. She held it with both hands and wrapped her soft lips around the top.

"It's so big," she gagged with her mouth full. "I'm not sure my mouth can take it."

I looked down on her. "Don't worry, just start slow."

She put my cock back in her mouth, slobbering the top and slowly swallowing more of my length. "Fuck," I growled as she slugged down deeper.

By now her eyes were watering, and she shot her head back to breathe in some air. On cue I stood up, carrying her with me, and then took off her black undies, tossing it to the ground.

I turned around and made her fall onto the queen-sized bed. Slowly, I crawled up the bed and lay by her side. I took her hard nipple in my mouth, and my middle finger found her wet clit.

"Oh yes!" Her breath was hot as I stroked her pussy, stretching it to take my cock. When I felt satisfied, I switched my finger with my hard cock and slowly started moving my hips back and forth, just like my fingers did.

"You like that?" I said softly into her ear.

"Yes!...Yes!!" She whimpered in reply, digging her hand into my hair as I increased the pace.

"Your pussy is squeezing me so tight," my hips moved in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, you're so hot Mrs Smith."

"Stacey. Call me Stacey." She instructed. "You're so hot Stacey."

"Yes fuck me!" she cried, her nails digging into my back skin. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head; every stroke of my cock making her full body vibrate. Just the look of how much she was loving it made me want to burst.

"I'm...I'm coming." I growled, reached my limit. "Me too." She sniffed, as we both climaxed.

I dropped to the side of the bed, heaving a deep sigh. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

Her voice came out breathless and groggy as her eyes dimmed. "Same here."

I smiled, wrapping my arms around her before surrendering to the darkness.

*

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I woke up the next morning, feeling unlimited ecstasy from last night's amazing sex, but when I turned around, I saw that I was the only one on the bed.

I blinked in shock. "Was it all actually a dream?"

No. It wasn't. It was real. Miss Stacey was here last night and that otherworldly sex was definitely not just in my mind.

Right?

I wasn't so sure now. Looking around there wasn't a single evidence to suggest that anyone else was here last night. Maybe It was the alcohol from yesterday that got me imagining things.

"Fuck!" I cursed in disappointment.

I needed a cold shower to wash away my hangover. To wash away the illusion of what I thought happened last night which was still replaying in my head.

Unfortunately, the shower did nothing to erase the pictures playing in my head. The taste of her hard nipple in my mouth, the sensation of her warm mouth around my hard cock and even the sound of her moaning as I stroked her pussy was all I could think of. They all felt very real.

The sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts, pulling me back into my surroundings. I picked up after the second ring. "Hello Dad,"

The deep masculine voice answered from the other end. "Come home tonight. We're having dinner with Sophia's family. I don't need to tell you how important that is." He ended the call.

My hand rolled into a fist and I threw my phone to the ground. Another dinner where my father displayed me as a commodity to people with connections with the National Basketball Association (NBA), as if my skills on the basketball court wasn't enough.

I should be used to my father treating me as only a means to achieve his own dreams and a financial system to fall back to, but sometimes I still found myself wishing he could treat me as just his son. That he would call, and the first thing he would say wouldn't be a self-serving request but actually, 'Good morning, son.' That wouldn't kill him.

My phone rolled across the floor and then came to a stop at the edge of the bed. I moved to retrieve it when my eyes caught hold of something under the bed.

I dragged it out to see a black undie. A very familiar one at that. "Where did this come from?"

Suddenly it clicked who this belonged to. I remembered pulling down the fabric and tossing it to the floor. My eyes lit up at the confirmation that what happened last night wasn't a dream. It was real.

A sinister smile crept up my face as I placed the black undie inside the bag I was taking to school today. "It's time to find out just how much my professor remembers from last night."