Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
He squinted at me. “So how well can you see me without your glasses?”
“You’re a young, sexy blonde from my class, right?”
He burst into a laugh. “You are such a dork…and I do love me a dork.”
I gripped his cock, getting him hard again, and moved close, taking another kiss. I wasn’t done, not anywhere close, which was what had upset me so much about the interference of Time.
“I’m nearsighted,” I replied to his initial question. “I can see you, but I’d have an issue seeing our reflections. It would be a little blurry.”
“So basically, you’re saying that the closer I get, the better you see me.” He did just that until he was so close, his eyes turned into four.
I laughed, but he hardly gave me a chance to get much out before his lips slammed against mine.
After we finished showering, we rinsed off, goofing around, pretending for as long as we could that we could keep this going. We dried off and returned to the bedroom, where I practically pounced on top of him, throwing him back against the bed and enjoying another of what would soon become our last kisses here.
As I pulled away, his expression suggested he was reaching the same bittersweet conclusion.
“Would have been nice if we’d done this tonight instead of a Thursday. Then we’d have all weekend.”
I opened my mouth to make the suggestion, but he must’ve intuited what I was going to say because he blurted out, “Don’t. I’d rather not end the night with empty promises.”
It wouldn’t have been a lie that I wanted to spend the weekend with him, but I could see why he would be worried. It was easy to let our imaginations run free when it was just the two of us, lost in our beautiful dream world. In reality, both of us had to decide what to do next. Just as I could lose my mind the moment the fantasy ended, he could do the same. Better to head on our ways and see what happened from then on.
I was careful with what I said next. “Maybe then I’ll just say…we’ll discuss the possibility of tonight later, but if we do agree on another night, then we’ll have to talk about what the hell we’re doing too.”
He smiled, seeming pleased to know I was considering not just what we’d done, but what we were about to enter into…if we really could even do that much.
“Yeah, that sounds like a better plan anyway. I’ll feel better if we’ve both had time to think on this before we talk about it.”
“Are you going to sneak back through the woods?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I might have to get used to it.”
It all sounded wonderful, but I knew reality would set in the moment he left, and when he finally did, I could feel myself waking from the dream. Whatever spell we’d cast on one another lifted. It wasn’t just the conflicting thoughts warring within my mind, but the weariness in my body, which no amount of coffee could remedy. Although, a few cups, along with the surge of excitement Kyle had given me, would be enough to get me through the day.
A stack of papers to grade would have normally been an amazing distraction, but I found it hard to convince myself to do that when I didn’t want anything to pull me out of this night.
Or the future.
Practicalities came to mind. Too many reasons why we never should have crossed that line stacked one on top of the other: I’d breached an ethical boundary. I’d risked everything in my life. I’d committed a crime.
Why hadn’t any of it been enough to keep me from taking things too far, and why wasn’t any of it enough to make me stop?
31
Kyle
My heart pounding in my chest, I replayed the night in my head all the way back to Tex’s to get a fresh set of clothes, then headed to school.
Until the night before, I believed I had quite an imagination, one that had kept James and me fucking in my mind all through the semester. But no amount of daydreaming could have prepared me for how it was going to feel to see myself all over him. After such an intense night, I figured I would have been groggy, but a lingering spark kept me going through the day.
Each class turned out to be the same as every other day—the predictable lectures, homework checks, pop quizzes—and I would close my eyes at times to keep those precious memories close to me.
Every caress, every stroke, every breath.
Despite how eager I was to see his face again, unlike other days, I didn’t mind the lag. I needed the time to reflect on those moments without an expression or stray gesture leading me to question any of it.