Chapter 2 #2
‘I really like you too.’
‘I never do this.’
‘I don’t either.’
‘But I really want to. I just . . . I don’t know.’
‘How about this?’ I slide the straps of her dress down as I kiss the side of her neck. ‘We go slow, and if you decide you want to stop, just tell me.’ I move her hair back and kiss just below her ear. ‘How does that sound?’
‘Perfect,’ she whispers.
Reaching behind her, I lower the zipper on her dress, then gently tug on it until it falls to the floor. She steps out of it and drops the heels she was holding. She’s left in a lacy black bra and matching panties.
‘You look absolutely gorgeous,’ I say, my gaze moving down her body.
‘Thanks,’ she says, glancing away.
I take her hand. ‘If you don’t want to do this, it’s not too late to change your mind.’
Her eyes lift to mine and she smiles. ‘I’m not changing my mind. Are you?’
I answer by wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to hers. Now that we’re finally alone, I can kiss her the way I’ve wanted to all night, a deep passionate kiss that makes it clear how much I want her.
We make our way over to the bed but remain standing. She tugs at my tie, trying to undo it.
‘I got it,’ I say. I yank off my tie, then take off my suit jacket. I start to unbutton my shirt, but Mia stops me.
‘Let me do it.’ She slowly undoes each button as we kiss. When she reaches the last one, I take the shirt off and toss it aside. Mia runs her hands down my chest. ‘You’re in good shape for a teacher.’
I crack a smile. ‘I think you just insulted teachers.’
She laughs. ‘I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean you’re in really good shape.’
‘I play baseball and spend time in the gym.’ I turn her around and kiss her shoulder.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispers.
I unhook her bra and slide it off, then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me, her back against my chest. As I kiss the side of her neck, I hold her closer and feel her body relax into mine.
She starts circling her hips, pressing her ass against my cock, making it hard as steel, like it’s about to burst through my dress pants. My hand slides up to her breast, caressing it, my thumb rubbing over her nipple.
She softly moans, then whispers my name as she arches back, lifting her face to mine.
I lean down and kiss her as I slide my hand down her stomach, then lower, my fingers slipping under her panties. She’s soaking wet, making my cock throb and pulse, begging to be inside her.
My fingers move over her slick center, back and forth, before settling on her clit, circling over it, softly at first, then harder. I slide a finger inside her, then another, my thumb still working her clit.
‘More,’ she whispers.
My hand moves faster and I add more pressure, quickly learning what she likes. Her legs tremble and her breaths speed up. ‘Oh God!’ She grabs hold of my arm. ‘Yes!’ she yells, her whole body trembling as she comes.
Her head falls back against my chest as she takes a moment to breathe. If she wants to stop now, I’d understand, but I really hope she wants to keep going or I’m going to need a very cold shower, and fast.
She turns and sits down on the bed, smiling up at me as she undoes my belt. I guess that means we’re continuing. She unzips my pants and rubs her hand over the front of my boxers, moving up and down my cock with just the right amount of pressure. It feels fucking amazing.
‘You keep doing that,’ I say, ‘and this will be over before it’s started.’
‘But I’m not done yet.’ She runs her tongue over her lips.
Fuck, that’s hot. And although I’d love to have those lips of hers wrapped around my cock, I’d rather have it buried inside her.
‘Why don’t we save that for later?’ I say, gently moving her hand off me as I lean down to kiss her.
I take a step back and quickly undress, keeping my eyes on Mia.
‘You are so damn beautiful,’ I say, watching as she slips off her panties.
She moves over on the bed, lying on her side and giving me a sexy smile. Fuck, she turns me on. I almost came while I was touching her, then again when she was touching me, but I held back, wanting more, wanting to be inside her.
I join her on the bed, my hand moving over her body as I kiss her. Her skin is soft as silk. If my cock wasn’t so damn impatient, I’d keep this up, touching her, exploring every inch of her body.
She breaks from the kiss and turns so she’s on her back. I lower my mouth to her breast, my tongue teasing her nipple as my hand moves over the soft curve of her hip, down her leg, then up between her thighs.
‘Jason,’ she moans, her hips rising. ‘I can’t wait anymore.’
Glancing up at her, I see the desperate look in her eyes. I feel the same way. I want her so fucking bad.
I move over her, my cock settling between her legs. She tilts her hips up so that the tip of me is touching her. I slide inside her, just barely, wanting to take this slow. But my cock takes over and I sink into her, all the way. I couldn’t wait. I tried, but damn, I’ve held out long enough.
‘Jason,’ she moans, her hands raking down my back.
I love that sound, that sexy moan, and hearing my name come from her lips. I slowly pull out of her, then sink back in. She so tight. So wet. I just want to stay here, buried deep inside her.
I lean down to kiss her, gently rocking my hips. I’m going slow, or as slow as I can. But the feel of her lips, her soft skin, the way her body moves with mine, I can’t hold back. I start going faster, thrusting harder.
Mia wraps her legs around me, changing the angle and letting me go deeper.
‘Fuck,’ I mutter. ‘You feel so damn good.’
My hips move faster. I’ve lost control. There’s no turning back now. I feel it building, my muscles tensing, my cock ready to burst.
‘Yes!’ Mia’s fingers dig into my back as I thrust deep inside her. ‘Don’t stop!’
I feel her body tense up. Mine is too. I’m past the point I can hold back.
‘Oh God!’ Mia cries out. I’m right there with her, the feeling rocketing through me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
That was fucking amazing. Every second of it, from the moment I touched her until now.
There’s another reason this girl is perfect for me.
That was the best sex of my life. Mia and I are compatible in so many ways it almost doesn’t seem real.
I feel like I’m dreaming this, like I’ve dreamed up the perfect girl and tomorrow I’ll wake up and realize I imagined it all. But it sure as hell feels real.
She opens her eyes and softly smiles when she notices me looking at her. I lower down to kiss her, then gently pull out of her and collapse back on the bed.
Mia lets out a sigh. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed.’
I look at her. ‘Stay with me tonight.’
She turns on her side, smiling at me. ‘I was planning to. I didn’t think you’d just kick me out.’
‘What about tomorrow? It’s Sunday. We could spend the day together.’
‘I can’t. I need to get back. I have a lot to get done before classes start.’
‘What about next weekend? I could drive to Madison. You could show me around, give me a tour of campus.’
‘I work at the student counseling center on the weekends.’
‘So when can I see you?’
‘I don’t know,’ she says, sounding disappointed and maybe a little sad.
‘Mia, I want to see you again. I don’t want tonight to be it.’
‘Can we talk about this tomorrow?’ She moves closer and wraps her arm around me, resting her head on my chest. ‘I don’t want anything to take away how I’m feeling right now.’
‘Yeah.’ I kiss her forehead. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow.’
But I’m worried I won’t like what she’s going to tell me. I thought she’d want to continue this, but maybe she doesn’t. Maybe tonight is it.
* * *
‘When can I see you again?’ I ask Mia the next morning as she’s getting dressed.
We’re heading home soon and I’m not ready to say goodbye. We had such a great night, and a great morning. We were up at five—talking, kissing, making love. Then I held her in my arms, not wanting to let her go.
‘Jason, we talked about this,’ Mia says, slipping on her shoes. ‘I have school. You have work. We live in different places.’ She turns her back to me. ‘Would you zip me up, please?’
I come up behind her and zip her dress, then wrap her in my arms and lean down to kiss her neck, then her cheek. ‘I know what we said, but I’m changing my mind. I want to keep seeing you.’
‘How?’ She turns to me. ‘My job at the counseling center takes up whatever time I have left after studying and going to class. And soon you’ll be coaching baseball in addition to your teaching job. When would we have time to see each other?’
I sigh. ‘I don’t know. I just don’t want this to be goodbye.’
‘I don’t either. But I’m moving back to Boston after I graduate. Why would we start something that’s going to end in a few months?’
‘You don’t have to go back to Boston. You could stay here. You already live here. Why go back?’
She pauses a moment. ‘My parents. They’re in their seventies.
My dad’s almost 80. I don’t know how much time I have left with them.
If I lived here, I’d only see them a few times a year.
That’s not enough. I’m their only child and I need to be close to them, in case anything happens. In case they get sick.’
She didn’t tell me that last night. I didn’t know her parents were that old. They’re even older than mine. And she’s an only child. Now it makes sense why she wants to move back. Her family’s important to her and she wants to take care of them. It’s another thing we have in common.
‘Is there any chance you’d consider moving?’ she asks. ‘Assuming we got to that point.’
I shake my head. ‘My parents are getting up in age too. They’re still in their sixties, but my dad had a heart attack last summer, which made me realize he may not be around much longer.
And my whole life’s in Haydon Falls. My parents, my brothers, my job, the baseball camp I started.
I don’t want to leave all that, especially my family. ’
She softly smiles. ‘I understand.’ She gazes into my eyes. ‘So I guess this is it.’
‘I guess so.’ I cup my hands around her face and lean down to kiss her. ‘I’ll never forget this night. Or you.’
She slowly backs away. ‘I’ll never forget you either.’
She gathers up her things from the nightstand, then walks quickly to the door.
‘Mia, wait!’ I race up to her. ‘You didn’t say goodbye.’
She looks at me, then reaches up to kiss my cheek. ‘Goodbye, Jason.’
She turns and opens the door, then races off. I go out to the hall and see her running toward the elevator. I watch as she gets on, thinking she’ll look back at me, but she doesn’t.
She’s gone. Last night and this morning will soon just be a memory, a memory of a girl I’ll never forget.