Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Afraid of what? Being hurt, being found out?” I realized at his words that it had been some time since I gave any thought to us being caught. It was mind blowing.
“I don’t know where we’re going with this. I’m not sure what you’re thinking…”
“What about you, what do you want?” I’ve never been more afraid in my life than at that moment. He was pushing me to share a part of myself that I was in no way comfortable sharing.
“I want us.” I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole as soon as those leading words left my lips. Now my heart raced sickeningly in my chest and I felt like I was going to throw up.
“And you think that I don’t.” It wasn’t a question but more of a statement.
“I don’t know, you have to admit this isn’t exactly orthodox, us being together.”
“What’s so unorthodox about it? We’re both of age aren’t we? And you’re not really my teacher. That class ends in another week by the way. Were you thinking that I’d just disappear?”
Yes, but I’m not going to make an even bigger fool of myself by admitting it. That it’s one of the things that has been plaguing me all weekend. Wondering if you’ll disappear from my life once the special class is over.
“Are you going to?” What is going on? Why am I saying things that I had no intent on sharing? I felt naked, exposed, open, as I awaited his answer.
“No.” I released the air that I hadn’t realized I was holding, and then the tears started.
“Are you crying? Lizzie, answer me.”
“No!” Of course I could hear the tears in my own voice.
“I’m coming back there.”
“No…” He hung up before I could tell him I was okay.
Now I feel stupid, like a clingy insecure female. But as much as I hated the feeling, I couldn’t deny the joy I felt at his response.
I got up and fixed the bed straightening the sheets that didn’t need it, fluffing the pillows and moving around the room like I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Drake
For the first time in my life I snuck out of my house in the middle of the night. I just didn’t want to answer any questions, it wasn’t time for that yet. I have to get my thoughts straight first, find the right words to say, before I tackle this particular subject with my parents.
It was looking more and more like that day was coming, but I want it to be right. I know my folks, especially mom, and if I don’t handle this right, it could become a thing. I’m at the point where I won’t appreciate anyone saying anything negative about our relationship, not even my family.
I drove back to her place with my bag packed with the next day’s clothes. I hadn’t wanted to leave her in the first place, so this was good. She opened the door and I walked her in backwards, putting my hands on her as soon as I crossed the threshold.
I like the way she clung to me, the soft sigh of pleasure that escaped her when I wrapped my arms around her, and the way she threw her own arms around my neck as I walked us into the bedroom and came down on the bed with her still wrapped around me.
I always tell myself, even on the way here just now, not to jump on her as soon as I lay eyes on her. To not give her the idea that that’s all she means to me. But somehow it never works. Two minutes after I walked through the door I was inside her.
“Feel better?” I was rooted balls deep inside her, her eyes were wide and clouded over with building excitement, and her pussy was doing that clench and release thing I love so much when she nodded her head yes.
My eyes dropped to her lips, which were open with wisps of air escaping. “Do you know what it means when a man can’t get enough of you?” I could’ve easily told her that she was one of the only women I’d shared this with more than once or twice, but it seemed a bit crass to voice that out loud while I was fucking her.
She didn’t answer me but her face turned red and she closed her eyes. “Open them, I want to look into them while I fuck you.” I love that she’s still such a prude. I snorted at the thought of her playing the teacher and calling me on my cussing.
That’s another thing; with her I can laugh and be myself with no worry that she’d read more into us than I mean. With her I want her to know that there’s more to us than just a casual fling that I’ll walk away from when I was done with her.