Fast Learners

By Ottis King

WARNING: Contains explicit sexual language and situations intended for readers over the age of 18. David and Jud's worst nightmares come true. The beautiful wife of his university professor uses her body to force David to commit fraud. Jud's young sensual wife keeps a deadly secret from him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ottis King
• Release date: Mar 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311858580

Ottis King

Ottis King was born in Leeds and grew up in London in the last century. He has lived in Southampton, Minneapolis (USA), Paris (France), and worked in England, Germany, Belgium, USA, Angola and Egypt. He lives with his wife in Portugal. He has been a research chemist, chief chemist, finance lecturer, English language teacher, dog walker, dog groomer, dog trainer (more accurately dog owner trainer), dog kennel owner, photographer (started with glass plates and progressed to film), management trainer of accountants and consultants (including development consultants), personal skills trainer, coach, professor of strategic management, painter, pencil portrait artist, school chemistry teacher, chemistry tutor, blogger, and is now a novelist. Ottis King is a pen name. He has written one novel, and he is working on a second one, as well as a book of short stories. He has not yet received any literature prizes for writing, but he lives in hope. You can contact him at [e-mail] or [e-mail]

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FAST LEARNERS

Ottis King

Copyright 2016 Ottis King

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WARNING

This book contains explicit sexual language which may offend some readers, and is unsuitable for those under the age of 16, unless accompanied by an adult, who is able to explain the language without emotional hang-ups.

The scenes depicted in this book are based in the UK, where the minimum age for consensual sex is sixteen. If you live in a country or state in which the minimum age for consensual sex is greater than sixteen, it may be illegal for you to download or read this novel.

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Table of Contents

FAST LEARNERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

About the author

Chapter 1

The first time I saw Sandra was one Monday morning while going to the campus by bus. She entered, walked past and sat down behind me. I didn’t look directly at her and she didn’t look at me, but, with nothing more than a glance, I saw a beautiful oval face, dimples in her cheeks – I thought ‘I need to see those again’ - brown curly hair, shining eyes, and there were definitely breasts underneath a pale green raincoat. Just a glance, yet I saw so much. Something moved in me. I thought of her behind me. No, I thought of those breasts and those dimples behind me.

I stood up to get off at the Uni cafeteria, and in that moment knew she was getting off as well. As I walked to the entrance, and without turning round just taking advantage of the curves in the path, I saw she was following me and she knew I was watching her. I got a coffee and sat down. I felt her follow me, and she sat down opposite me at the table. We looked at each other. I was mesmerized by her beautiful smile and those lovely dimples. She said I’m Sandra. Are you Jewish?

My hands were shaking. My brain was silenced by her beauty and confidence. I looked at the dimples and struggled to reply, ….I’m… David…. and yes… I am... I breathed deeply, You don’t look Jewish.

I’m not, but where I come from, Finchley, there are lots of Jews, so I know what they look like. Where are you from?

My brain started working. I’m from Islington, but I didn’t think I looked like a Finchley Jew, all black clothes and a face full of hair.

She smiled, oh my god, that smile was so…I don’t have words to describe it….beautiful didn’t even begin to describe it….I felt I wanted to look at her forever…

Not all are like that, secular Jews look like you, she said.

I asked, Do you know many?

No, my parents are real strong on Christianity. I went to a convent school. I live in an area where there are Jews, Muslims, Germans, Arabs and Indians and all I was ever allowed to meet were English prudes. I was desperate to get out and meet other people.

I just wanted her to keep talking, Any clubs? Coffee shops?

Not allowed to go, the school and my parents had spies everywhere. I got pulled out of a coffee shop on the Finchley Road by a teacher when I was fifteen and told it was a den of sin, full of people with low moral fibre.

I laughed, I was probably one of the sinners there.

She continued, Fortunately I wasn’t a border, life was real hell for those girls. I am so relieved to be here away from my parents and those disgusting teachers. What are you doing here?

Again I felt nervous. She wasn’t grilling me but I felt she controlled the conversation, she knew where she was going.

Chemistry, first year, and you?

English literature and creative writing. Are you in the Hall at Wilmot Road?

I nodded.

Are you doing anything this afternoon?

I do laboratory work Monday afternoon from two to five.

There’s a jazz workshop from five-thirty onwards in the music building, room 23. It’s open to all students. I’m going to listen, meet me there.

It wasn´t an order, she just knew I would go. I’ll be there.

She smiled, her dimples caused my heart to fill with joy. She got up and left. I watched her disappear.

My life had changed.

***

I'm usually very confident with girls. I’m in control. I make the moves. I make the decisions. Sandra was different from any girl I had ever met. I felt in awe of her, she knows what she wants and she goes for it.

I was brought up surrounded by women, a younger sister and older girl cousins, who lived next door. We were in and out of each other’s houses all the time.

The youngest cousin, Henrietta, was two years older than me and became our baby sitter when I was seven. We got on very well. We talked about everything, at first mainly science. She told me about chemicals, colours and explosions. As we got older she explained calculus, quantum theory and relativity to me.

Later when I was fifteen I broached the subject of sex, and Henrietta was keen to tell me everything she knew. She told me what she liked about boys and what she didn’t like, and why she said yes to a boy who wanted sex, and why she said no. She told me what they did that pleased her. We did not do anything sexual but she did explain clearly the physical makeup of a woman, and how to make a woman happy in bed – she had a biology textbook to show me, useful when an adult walked in and we would ‘continue’ our discussion of the eating habits of rabbits.

Henrietta made it clear to me that many men can get aroused simply by seeing a naked woman, and an atom bomb won’t stop them – I told her that’s me. But a woman needs constant physical touch, and the wrong touch or the wrong word could bring her immediately down to zero. In addition some women can be aroused simply by a man touching different parts of their body. She said some of her friends say they get aroused when a boy strokes the back of their ears.

By the time I was sixteen I thought I knew everything I needed to know about girls and sex. Henrietta went to university to study mathematics, and after one term she came back a changed person. I could see she was a woman, and that made me want to go to university.