The Curve: The Dirty University Series

By C Pells

Dr. Heather Stapleton is your typical middle-aged professor: a husband, some kids, and bored. Her friend Annie teases her with tales of her latest divorcee adventures, and she's intrigued. Not quite ready for something that risque, but maybe add a little spice to her bland life. When she finally opens her mouth and asks for what she wants, her husband Ron is on board, and soon, things get out of hand. Thank goodness she grades on The Curve.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C Pells
• Release date: Apr 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463924761

C Pells

C Pells is an erotic entrepreneur and biologist in Florida. She has practiced BDSM for over two decades, both professionally and personally. Her hobbies include cooking, heinous fuckery, and beach preservation.

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The Curve

The Dirty University Series

C Pells

Published by C Pells at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 C Pells

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Me

Other Titles by Me

Connect with Me on Social

Appetizer

Chapter One

It had been days, but I couldn't get Annie's story out of my head. When Ron scooted past me in the kitchen, he incidentally pressed against my ass, and I moaned. He was concerned, You alright, Baby?

I blinked, Fine. Just fine. I kept washing dishes. Kids asleep?

Yeah, why?

I need tell you something, but you cannot tell anyone, not your poker buddies, no one at church, nobody.

He mimicked swearing on a bible, I solemnly swear, now tell me.

My husband was handsome, maybe a touch soft in the middle, but I adored him all the same. His brown eyes were kind, and his dark hair was salted just right. He appeared seasoned, but not grizzled, like his older brother. I imagined it was because of their choices of employment. Ron ran a bookstore, and Trevor was a tow truck driver, who worked all hours. I dried my hands and smiled, You remember my friend from work, Annie?

He thought briefly, then asked, "The cute brunette from the