Unrequited Love

It's 10:05 in the morning on a sunny June 10th of 3032 and she's running late for her shift at Scientists of the Future Academy. Nikita curses at herself for staying up drinking till the early hours of the morning, but can you blame her? She recently just got out of a relationship with some guy she thought she was going to have a future with. But, instead, she found out he was cheating on her just a couple weeks before. So you can imagine, after being in a five year long relationship, that it's going to take a toll on her. She rushes to get ready. Throws on a pair of black slacks with her blue blouse, grey heels, and white cardigan. She had plans of putting on a dress, but she was running a little too late for that. She, then, goes into the bathroom, quickly puts on a light eye shadow, some thin liner, and a layer of mascara that compliments her royal blue eyes followed by throwing her waist length, chocolate brown hair in a half up messy bun. As she rushes toward the door, she grabs her computer bag and her purse which she then throws her charger and phone into after she's taken a look at her screen and saw she's missed 18 calls from the Dean. Oh, no... She thought to herself.  As she juggles everything, she grabs her key card for her apartmenr and heads out the door as it automatically locks behind her. She decided that she should call the Dean back as she heads toward the elevator that leads to the air train. But her phone was already lighting up with the Dean's name across her screen. She answers it. "Why the hell are you running so late, Ms. Nelson?! You have any idea what time it is?!" She exclaims through the phone at Nikita. She does. It's nearly 10:30... "I know, Mrs. Palamaki, and I'm sorry. I've just been going through so much lately and-" She gets cut off. She's at the air train station waiting for the train. Alas, she didn't have to wait long and she was on her way to the academy in no time. "No ifs, ands, or butts about it, Ms. Nelson!! You know better than to mix your personal life with your work!! And this is the 4th time you've been late this week!!" "I know, I swear to you it won't happen again. Besides, you've been more than lenient with me as it is." "Indeed I have. Now that that's all out of the way, I'll see you here soon." "Of course, Mrs. Palamaki. I'll be arriving at 11:00." Nikita replied and ended the call. She awaited the rest of the ride to the academy in silence. Or, at least, so she thought. Someone was heading her way and, once they had reached her, they sat down. "Hi," she replied. "I'm Rosemary from your Scientific's Health Class. But everyone just calls me Rosey for short." It took Nikita a few short seconds of thinking to recall who she was, then it clicked. "Oh, hi!! Sorry for not recognizing you right away. I do have about 300 students in each of my classes. It's hard to remember everyone these days," she replied back. Rosemary has an olive skin tone with brunette hair reaching just a few inches past her shoulders. She's got to be no taller than Nikita if she were flat foot. So, if Nikita is about 5 foot 4 inches to 5 foot 5 inches, that would leave Rosemary to be about 5 foot 2 inches to 5 foot 3 inches. On top of that, Rosemary is wearing a button up coral colored dress shirt with a teal blue cardigan, grey slacks, and royal blue heals. Definitely quite the color combo right there, but it sure is beautifully put together. It surely does compliment her light grey eyes. And Nikita wishes she had the guts to go all out like Rosey. Sadly, she doesn't. "That's, okay," Rosey replied. "I can only imagine how hectic it can be having to remember everyone like that. Anyways, the reason I had come over here was because I wanted to make sure I had done my formulas correctly. Everything's still quite new to me, so I'm having difficulties comprehending." "I completely get it. As you can recall, i just moved to this job at the beginning of this year from a small highschool district that only, roughly, half of the students in each class than I do now. Why don't you get them out and I can take a quick look at them?" she asked. She gets her notes taken out of her pastel colored backpack, hands them to Nikita with the notebook already opened to the correct page and takes a quick, yet careful, glance at her work. So far she has seen nothing wrong. Nikita had done something similar in teaching back at the Mayfield Highschool, but nothing that had to be taught in such great depth. She hands Rosey back her notebook with a smile. "Everything looks to be in perfect order. You're a fast learner and I love that. Makes things run easier and smoother. But, if there happens to be any rough patches down the road where you seem like you can't get past it and you feel stuck, feel free to find me, or email me, and I'll find you a tutor to help you if I can't. Also, I wanted to mention I love your outfit. You look so colorful!!" Rosey blushes, but Nikita knows she appreciated the compliment. "Thanks so much, Ms. Nelson!! And, although I hate picking favorites out of teachers," she drops down to a whisper so only Nikita could hear, "you're my favorite." She gets up, smiles, gives a wink, and walks back to wherever it was she originally. And Nikita couldn't help but smile back. But Nikita's smile soon after faltered and was quickly followed by a confused expression that appeared on her light chocolate toned skin. "Wait, Rosey!" Nikita called out. She turned around and faced Nikita. "What is it, Ms. Nelson?" Rosey asked. "Why aren't you in school?" "Oh, I had an doctor's appointment this morning. It's why I'm running late." "Okay," Nikita replied. And, with that, she sat back down while Rosey went on her marry way. ~ ~ ~ Nikita finally arrives to Scientist's of the Future Academy (S.F.A.) and gets everything all set up before her 11:15 A.M. class with ten minutes to spare. In the future, everything is done by technology. And, almost everywhere you go, things are ran by robots or by people can control anything by just a push of a button. S.F.A. is one of the few places that still run things like they're in the 21st century even tho it is the 22nd century. The only thing different with the school is that it has 22nd century wifi where sites and everything load in the blink of an eye and Nikita's class has these little machines that are spread out around one half of the room. There's about 30 of them which are laid out about 12 feet from one another and from each of the three walls. Soon, Nikita will explain more about these outstanding machines as she gets the rest of the semester set in stone to her students. Ten minutes later, the bell rings for third period and everyone rushes in. And, as they all pile into the room, her eyes catch onto a certain student. She doesn't recognize him. So he must be a new transfer starting this semester. She shook the confusing thoughts away and began her hour and a half long class with roll call by calling out each student's name in alphabetical order by last name. "Stephanie Aalders?" she asked out. "Here!" She replied back by standing up and raising her hand. It helped Nikita into pinpointing exactly where the student she called out is sitting so she can put a check mark by their name indicating that the specific student is here. "Bradley Acree?" she said. Just like Stephanie, he stood up and rose his hand as he spoke. Once again, she put a check mark by his name. She did that for All 299 students and each one stood up as they spoke, raising their hands. As she called out the last one, her heart started pumping. He looks familiar to her... "Andrew Wisowski?" she called out. And her heart started beating a little bit faster as he stood up while he spoke and raising his hand. This can't be good... she thought to herself. She did her best trying to ignore him by continuing on with the class and announcing this semester's plans. Suddenly this place got quite noisy. She tried getting everyone's attention by trying to speak. That wasn't working so she recited whistling. That got everyone's attention. "Now that I have everyone's attention, let's jump in to what I've got planned for this semester's class," Nikita called out. As indicated through her announcement, everyone had taken out their notebooks so they could start taking notes. "You all know how last week was last semester's finals. And I'm proud of each and every one of you and your test scores. They were some of the best test scores I've ever seen!!" Nikita announced. Everyone seemed so happy, and proud, of themselves that they cheered and applaud. Nikita smiled. She continued, "For this semester you're going to be called into groups of ten. The reason for that being so is because each group is going to come up with their own unique way of creating an artificial human with the Human Copier. Now, not everyone's is gonna be the same for each group is going to be creating their own formulas. And that's okay. All I'm looking for is time, effort, and the willpower of wanting to do this. After all, if any of you are wanting to persue in science, they are going to have to know how to artificially create humans since that's soon going to be the only way they are going to be created. And, also, the fact that this is going to be 75% of your final grade." When Nikita heard the students grumble after hearing how much it makes up for their final, overall grade, she threw in this, "Now, for the best work created by a single group, while also showing their work of formula on paper, they get to choose their choice of the end of the year field trip, or having a pizza party instead." Now everyone was hyped up. "I'm going to call you into groups of ten. Ready?" she asked. In unison, they all reply with "Yes" and she got to work with the group calling. "As I call your names for your known group, please go and stand by one of the Copiers," Nikita announced. Everyone agreed. She called out the names of the first group of ten. "Stephanie, Bradley Meyers, Bradley Mulowski, Hannah, Sadie, Jamie Sanders, Jordan Jacobs, Jordyn Sapphire, Zachary, and Alex." They all had joined together in their appropriate group and headed for one of the Copiers. She then went over in front of that part of the room and let everyone know that in the cupboards below their working area are the all the ingridents that students can choose from after grouping everyone together and sent them to a Copier. With that, Nikita could let them get started on their work. So she headed back to her desk to finish grading some few, yet final, papers she had left from the other day. As she sat down, she noticed Andrew had followed her back to her desk. Her breath caught and her heart sped up. Why the hell is he here?  And what does he want?!  Nikita thought to herself.  But she tried to stay calm. "Is there anything that I can help you with, Mr. Wisowski?" Nikita asked as politely as she could. "Nope, everything's fine. But I just wanted to let you know that," he dropped his voice low enough so that only she could hear, "I transferred here to say I'm sorry for what I had done to you. I regret doing what I had done. You were the best thing to have ever had happen to me and I realized I was in the wrong." Nikita could see the hurt in his eyes, but she was finally over him. And she was ready to move on. Spoken only loud enough for Andrew to hear, Nikita replied, "I'm sorry, but that's all in the past. I'm over it. Now," she spoke a little louder since she no longer had anything personal to talk about with Andrew, "go back to working with the group or I'll have you written up and sent to the Dean's office." With that, she put her focus back to the computer and the papers that have yet to be graded hoping he'd walk back to his group. And to her dismay, he had. ~ ~ ~ And, just like that, the school day has come to an end. Nikita was thinking about taking a detour home and stopping by one of the many visited coffee shops that always seems to have her favorite coffee, no matter which one she stopped at. An iced chocolate caramel frappé that she always gets with six extra squirts of each chocolate and caramel, topped with whipped cream and chocolate and caramel drizzle. But, before she could head out, she was stopped in the middle of her packing her things away by her ex lover, Andrew. "Okay, Nikita. I've got a confession. I'm not transfer student from another academy or anything like that. I came in as one of the students today and waited till the day was over because I needed to talk to you," Andrew blurted. This just made Nikita pack up her things even faster so she could head out the door sooner. She wanted nothing to do with him. Why would she? All he did, after all the work she and Andrew put in for those five years, was flush it down the toilet after he decided to cheat. "I want nothing to do with you, Andrew," she conflicted. "You had done nothing but bring me misery and pain after I found you had thrown our five years of hard work we put into our relationship right down the f*****g drain by cheating!! So, no, Andrew. You don't get the privilege to just come waltzing in here and pretend like everything's okay when we both know it's not. Good bye, Andrew." And, with that, she had the last of her things packed, and she walked out door. Leaving her ex lover behind her with the confidence she hadn't had before, and a confident like smile on her face. She finally made it home. But not after stopping at a coffee shop to get her go-to coffee. She dropped everything off at the dining room table and headed to the bathroom to take a nice, hot, well needed shower after today's long day. Nikita lives in just a small, yet newly looking modern day 2 bedroom and 2 bathroom house. Upstairs are the two bedrooms with one bathroom. The bathroom happens to be connected to the master suite on the right side of the staircase as if you were going up them and the regular suite is on the left. Downstairs, when entering into the house, there's the kitchen. And, walking through the kitchen to the left is the living room while, to the right, behind the long kitchen counter is the dinning room. One more thing left in the kitchen, and it's an island. It's really pretty, too. There's not much to it, but it's home. Nikita decided to finish grading the few papers she had left.  It hadn't taken her long.  Afterwards, she went to the living room to watch her favorite program s*x in the City.  But she had this sudden urge to call Andrew.  Not to let him know she forgave him, because Lord knows she didn't, and possibly never will, but because she needed to f**k someone.  Who else better to call than your cheating ex fiancé and use him as your own personal s*x doll?  She weighed her options for a few moments and then decided to go for it. She grabbed her phone, clicked on her contacts, found his name, clicked, and pressed call. It rang three times before the line went through. "Hello?" the voice answered. "I've decided I'm a horn dog this evening and I'm not wanting to masturbate myself to my pleasurable peak. How would you like to come over and and f**k me hard and raw?" Nikita asked, all slow and playful like. There was a few moments of silence in either end of the line. "Please, Daddy?" Nikita moaned. "Mommy wants to suck daddy's c**k the way she knows daddy likes it. Mommy's just getting soak and wet just thinking about it!" She imitates moaning sounds thru the phone as she grinds against her body pillow. (Yes, it may be a body pillow, but it's her s*x pillow. It surely gets the job done, but Nikita's craving c**k for dinner tonight.) "I'll be right over!!" Andrew finally answers. "Give me 10 mins!" The pillow was feeling so good against her wet and sensitive c**t, and she was so horny that she couldn't stop humping her pillow long enough for Andrew's arrival. Maybe, Nikita thinks to herself, if I get this round done now, I'll be able to last longer when he comes over. And that's exactly what she did. She changed her TV screen over to her Xbox's search screen and typed in PornHub, searched for five minute long moaning clips of pure straight s*x, and pressed play. As the video was going and the moaning from the TV increased louder, so did Nikita's. As the moaning increased the humping against her pillow sped. She couldn't believe how horny she was because, with two minutes left to spare of the video, Nikita climaxed and exploded from peaking her pleasure mountain. She sat back and caught her breath as she turned off her Xbox and TV. Just as she caught it, there was a knock on the door. Nikita went to go answer it. "So, you ready?" Andrew asked as the door was opening. She pulled him through the doorway by his necktie. "More than ever, Daddy," Nikita answered, breathily, as she shut the door behind them.