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I want to yell at the waiter, tell him to go away. Was she about to say something about me? About us?
Goddamnit.
By the time he leaves, the moment has passed. She’s all but forgotten what she was about to say.
Instead, she pokes at the fried oysters with her fork as if they are about to jump off the plate and attack her.
“I’m afraid to try one.”
“Be brave,” I say.
She looks at me with an eyebrow raised and a hint of a smile. “You first.”
I have a feeling none of us are talking about the food.
I’m not quite ready for that, so I take an oyster and pop it in mouth to get away from the subject. She tries one next.
“It’s good,” she says, nodding her head.
“I told you.”
Our conversation picks up again. This time we talk about easier things. Our favorite foods, TV shows, movies, and anything else we can think of to learn more about each other. Spending time with her is easy. There’s never any uncomfortable lulls in the conversation, and even when neither of us are talking, I just enjoy her company.
We only pick at our food because we’re laughing and having too good of a time to eat. She sips her wine and I switch to iced tea, and we talk until the restaurant is about to close. When the waiter comes around and asks us if we’d like anything else, I tell him, “No, thank you, just the check,” because I want to get this girl home and in my bed as soon as possible.
The alcohol has made her flirty. I think she knows where I’m going with this, because she gives me a sultry look with hooded eyes and a crooked smile, and she touches my foot beneath the table with hers.
After I pay the bill, we get up to leave. I lean in and whisper in her ear as we walk toward the exit, “I can’t wait to get you out of that dress and peel your panties off with my teeth.”
She tilts her head up to look at me and whispers back, “I’m not wearing any.”
This catches me off guard, and I feel myself blush and laugh like a nervous schoolboy. Maybe we won’t make it back to the house after all. All the different locations I can take her in my car start firing off in my head. There’s a wooded area off the highway a few miles down, or the bluffs where the students like to park. Though having sex in a muscle car with bucket seats isn’t ideal, I’m sure we can make it work.
I playfully bite her ear. She stops so suddenly I run into the back of her and have to grab her waist to keep her from catapulting forward.
At first I laugh because I think she tried to trip me up on purpose, but when I see her face frozen in shock, I look up and find Dean Meyer, my boss, standing with his wife in front of us.
“Loche,” he says, eyebrows raised high on his forehead. He glances at Georgia, then back at me. Realization irons out the confusion wrinkling his face as he figures out what he’s seeing.
While it’s not unheard of for a teacher to take students out to celebrate an accomplishment in the class, it’s typically with a group or somewhere brightly lit and very public, during the day. Definitely not a secluded, romantic restaurant.
I straighten up and take my hands off of Georgia’s waist. “Hello, Dean Meyer,” I say.
He lifts his chin. I can tell he wants to get to the bottom of this right now, but this is not the time nor the place. By the way his wife folds her arms over her chest, it’s obvious she’s put out by the interruption in their night.
My blood drains and my hands turn clammy. I guess I didn’t need my sex tape to ruin my career after all. There won’t be any wriggling my way out of this one.
I clear the lump in my throat and say, “I suppose I should explain myself.”
“Yes,” the dean says, “you should, but I’m out with my wife for our thirtieth anniversary, so we’ll talk about this tomorrow in my office, first thing in the morning.”
“Right, of course,” I say.
He turns and walks away without another word.
I glance at Georgia. She’s looking up at me with big, frightened eyes. My thoughts are spinning. I can only imagine what’s going on in her head. It’s not just my career that’s ruined over this. She could very well lose her scholarship too. I won’t let that happen.
Georgia sits in the passenger seat with her bare feet propped on the dashboard. “I can’t believe we were caught by Dean Meyer of all people,” she says.
I’m still sorting everything out in my head, thinking of a way to fix this, but I’m coming up with nothing.
“You’re quiet,” she says. I can feel her eyes on me. I’m trying not to freak out, punch the steering wheel and cuss like I want to. I don’t want to frighten her.
“I’m just thinking,” I say.
“Maybe you should just drop me off back at the dorm instead of both of us going back to your place,” Georgia says, resigned.
I know I’m not the greatest company at the moment; I’m not the most communicative person when I’m upset, but the last thing I want is for her to leave. I won’t stop her if she doesn’t want to be around me, though. I wouldn’t blame her.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, hoping she’ll say no.
“Of course not. But if someone sees me at your house it’ll be worse for you.”
I look off into the distance, the muted glow of my headlights leading the way, bugs darting in and out of their beams. “I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you tonight.”
She’s quiet. When I glance over at her, she’s staring out the window. “Okay.”
Georgia hasn’t said a word in twenty minutes. I start to think maybe it would be better if I took her home. Tonight was a lot to take in and perhaps it would be best if we both took
some time to process it. But as soon as we walk into the house, she starts to take off her clothes. Shoes first, dress second, then others items follow.
I just stand in the doorway, waiting to see what happens next. “Do you want me or not?” she says.
I don’t hesitate. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I immediately begin taking off my clothes too. She waits for me by the couch. I kiss her, tasting the wine still on her tongue. She makes fists in my hair, keeping our lips sealed together, pulling our naked bodies closer together. She kisses me like her life depends on it. Suddenly Dean Meyer and my imminent ruin have left my thoughts, and all there is room for in my head is her. Her touch, her scent, her kiss. Her body.
She twists in my arms, exposing her backside to me. That round, pale, beautiful butt. I bend her over the arm of my couch and kneel to worship her. I kiss the fat fleshy mounds from top to bottom, then spread her open and bury my face in her delicious pussy.
Each time I take a break to catch my breath, it’s stolen away again by the view. Young and pink and vivid. The sweet scent of her arousal makes my cock twitch with desperation. I want to be inside her where it’s warm and wet and safe from the stresses of the outside world.
Once my lungs are no longer heaving, I go in for more, my tongue painting her folds and the tiny split of her entrance. She moans and rolls her hips, pushing back on me to drive my tongue deeper into her.
“Please fuck me,” she begs.
I pull back to give myself room to talk. “We’ll get to that, but right now I’m going to eat your hot cunt until you cum on my face.”
Back in the fray, all it takes is a little dirty talk and a skilled tongue to send her over the edge. She lets out a loud, desperate moan that turns into a cry. Reaching behind her, she grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into her creamy mound, smearing my face with her juices. I lick them up like a starving man.
