I gently caressed the stubble on his cheek and said, “Believe me when I say this, it was perfect, Zayden. I had a great time.” I looked down coyly for a few minutes. “The pleasure…” I finished in a barely audible voice.
He laughed. “I love how bashful you get. It’s really cute, considering the way I just fucked you.”
I looked away from him, trying not to focus on the fact that he had used the word “love.” It wasn’t like he was saying he loved me; this was the equivalent of saying he loves the taste of ice cream, yet I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement.
“I am not bashful.” I looked at him again. “I can talk dirty and everything.”
He started chuckling. “Oh, really? Let’s hear it then.”
I could feel my face turning a shade of deep red. “Huh?” I looked at him as though I had no idea what he was saying. I was trapped.
“Let me hear you talk dirty,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “‘And everything.’”
Covering my face with both my hands, I sighed. Okay, okay I can do this.
“I’m… dirty. I’m a dirty, dirty girl, who likes to have a lot of sex and stuff. And in weird positions. Like this one time when Stacey and I found this video from Nick’s stash where the girl like, bends against the guy from underneath him like a gymnast – like that, and I can-“ I made the mistake of looking at his eyes and we both burst into a bout of uncontrollable laughter.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “So I can’t actually talk dirty. And everything.”
“Yet.” He winked and leaned in to kiss my neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Ready for round two?” he mumbled against my neck. “I’ll be gentle this time, I promise.”
“No,” I whispered and he broke off to look at me in confusion. I clarified, “No, don’t be gentle.”
Then I boldly proceeded to unzip his pants and take him in my mouth. He began to fuck my face uncontrollably. The power I felt from being able to make him lose control like that was glorious. I licked his shaft while occasionally sucking the tip. It clearly worked because he climaxed in no time, making me feel incredibly proud of myself.
After a few more rounds, we fell asleep on the couch and I woke up in the middle of the night.
“I have to go.” I rubbed his nose. “Class tomorrow. And people will start coming in here in like four hours. They can’t see this.”
He groaned. “That’s why we should’ve taken this to my place. Next time, my place!”
Next time. So there would be a next time. I tried not to seem as excited as I actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.
“You won’t,” he said, sighing. “I’m going to New York for business for two days. We are trying to set up a branch on the East Coast and see how we may advance.”
“Lucky! I’ve never been to New York. Is it as amazing as it is on TV?”
He shrugged. “It’s just a city. But I’ll take you there sometime.”
“No, thank you,” I said, a little too quickly. Of course I wanted to be taken to New York someday. Every person in the world wanted to be taken to New York someday. But I couldn’t let Zayden do me any more favors. Plus, I was afraid I would take his promises too seriously and assume this whole deal meant a whole lot more than it actually did. I wasn’t quite sure where we stood right now. There was, of course, the contract. We had a full five months of that left, so he wasn’t going to discard me until then for sure. But what about after that? It would probably be goodbye and he would be done with me forever.
I tried not to dwell on that, and instead focused on the wonderful night I had. I didn’t remember the last time I had truly had fun, not worrying about anything. I didn’t remember the last time I was simply happy. This might have been temporary, but in that moment, I decided that for the next five months, I would focus on one thing; being happy. What happened after didn’t matter.
“Ms. Roberts, what is the formula for standard deviation?” I heard a voice come from a distance. It sounded a little like my name…
Oh shit. I was transported back into a classroom full of college students and a frustrated-looking teacher staring down at me. “Ms. Roberts, are you still with us?”
“Yes, sorry!” I snapped out. “The formula for standard deviation...”
I knew this. I did. Why couldn’t I remember it right that second, though? I needed to stop thinking about Zayden and that night in class. I was never unable to answer a question.
“Ms. Roberts,” the teacher said. “I would really appreciate it if you paid some attention in class. Nobody wants to be here, even I don’t want to be here to try and explain statistics to disengaged students. But it’s my job, and you could make my job a lot easier by feigning some interest. The unintentional side effect would be some good grades. Do you know what those look like?”
I nodded, feeling humiliated. If only he knew that I was a straight-A student. A teacher had never berated me in my life before this. I really needed to get my shit together. “I’m sorry. I am just having a rough day. It won’t happen again.”