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“Isn’t it gross?”
“Was it gross when you sucked my dick?”
Her eyes flashed with heat as if she was remembering it. “No.”
“What about when I came in your mouth? I tried to warn you, but you took it.”
“It was sort of sweet and tangy. I liked it.”
“So, why wouldn’t that be the same for me eating you?”
She made the face again.
“Men like it. I like it, Ellie. I hope you’ll let me some time.”
She gave a non-committal nod. Not wanting to push it, I let the topic go and instead focused on enjoying the weekend with Ellie while ignoring the warning sounding in my brain that said I should walk away now before I found myself needing more than her body.
Chapter 5
Ellie
I was feeling really good when I walked into my classroom on Monday morning. Sore, yes, but really good. I was not only starting a new job as a kindergarten teacher, but I’d had the best weekend ever. And it wasn’t just because I lost my virginity, which was pretty awesome, but also because I loved spending time with Will. He’d pushed me to do new things that I’d been resistant to doing – such as going in the ocean. After a few days with him, I was feeling more confident and self-assured in my own body.
In my classroom, I met my teacher’s aide Ms. Hatcher, who was probably twenty years older than me, and while pleasant, I got a vibe that she wasn’t so sure about me.
When the children started to arrive, I asked Ms. Hatcher if she’d read a story to the kids on the storytime carpet while I greeted the children.
“I usually set up the task while Mrs. Layton reads.”
“I know.” I smiled hoping to bring her to my side. “But it’s my first day and I want to make a special effort to meet and greet each child.” For the most part, I’d planned to keep the same schedule the kids were familiar with as I knew routine was helpful to children. But I’d also made a few changes because I was the teacher now.
Ms. Hatcher shrugged and went to the storytime area while I went to the door of my classroom.
As the first student arrived, I squatted down to his eye level. “Hi, my name is Ms. Webb, I’m your new teacher. Who are you?”
“Jacob.”
I held out my hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, Jacob. I’m so excited to be your new teacher.”
He shrugged and went into the classroom. The next few students I greeted were a little more enthusiastic about meeting me. But individually greeting each student took up a little time, so a line began to develop outside my door. I worked to find a balance between making sure I said hello and made eye contact with each child, while also quickly getting them inside the classroom.
I had a sense of déjà vu with the next little girl who was holding a parent’s hand. She had sunkissed brown hair and large blue eyes but looked down as if she was shy.
“Hi, I’m Ms. Webb, your new teacher. What’s your name?”
“Mollie,” she said so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you.”
“You have?”
She looked up at her parent.
“She’s our neighbor.”
I knew that voice. I looked up to the devastatingly handsome face of Will, who apparently was Mollie’s father. Seeing him again sent a thrill through my system.
“Wil—Mr. Mathers.” I stood and held out my hand. It was awkward since my same hand had stroked his long, hard, thick dick several times over the weekend. But I needed to keep my composure since I was at work.
“Ms. Webb. Could I talk to you for a moment?”
I looked behind him where I still had several children, including a few with parents. “Let me say hello to my students and get them settled at storytime, and then I’ll give you a few minutes.”
He nodded and then squatted down to Mollie. “I’ll pick you up after school, okay?”
She nodded but didn’t look very happy.
He kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” She reluctantly turned and went into the classroom.
I finished greeting the rest of the children and told Ms. Hatcher I’d be another moment because a parent wanted to talk with me.
By the time I was able to give my attention to Will, the hallway was mostly empty.
“Is this awkward?” he asked.
“I don’t know, is it?” Awkward wasn’t the word I’d have used. Needy was a better word. Needy for his kiss, for his touch. I shook my head because he’d been clear that our time together was just one weekend. He wasn’t a man who could give a commitment. I was disappointed because not only would I have liked to have a whole lot more sex with him, but also, I enjoyed being with him.
