“Rub it on your nipples,” I tell her instead. “I know they’re aching for it.”
Looking a little shell-shocked, she follows my command. She uses her left hand to pull her sweater slightly away from her body and slips her right hand underneath. She makes slow circles around the tip of her perfect breast, her mouth falling open, never breaking eye contact, whimpering just loud enough for me to hear.
“Talk to me,” I demand.
“It feels so good. But it’s not enough.” Her pupils are blown out, only a small amount of blue left visible around the edge.
“What do you need?”
“I need you,” she pleads.
I use one hand to press against the massive erection in my pants, and use the other to reach across the table and roll the nipple she’s been playing with between my fingers. It’s small, tight, and rock hard through her shirt. Her eyes close.
The door to the bar blows open, a cold gust of wind entering. I yank my hand back. I watch in horror as the president of the Parent Teacher Association walks in with other parents from the board.
Fuck.This is such a bad fucking idea.
Georgia follows my eyes to the front of the bar, then turns back to me, wild-eyed.
“I... We can’t do this,” I tell her, regretting it as soon as it leaves my mouth.
“What?” She is horrified, still flushed red.
I stand up from the booth and, keeping my head down, run. I move to the other back corner of the bar, stride down the long hallway leading down to the bathrooms. I need to splash my face with water, get my act together, rinse myself of this woman all together. Of course, both of the single stall bathrooms are occupied. I lean against the wall, rubbing my face.
“Oliver,” the voice of my nightmares calls. I look up to see her, furiously stomping down the hallway, magnetic, every cell in my body pulling towards her. She gets right in my face, the tips of still hard nipples pressing against my shirt. “Don’t run. Don’t be a coward. I know you want this?—”
I switch our positions, taking her body and practically shoving her against the wall. I move both my hands to rest on either side of her head, pressing my erection into her stomach and watching her pupils dilate once more. “Obviously I want it. That’s not the issue here. We’re breaking about a thousand rules?—”
“You crossed that line as soon as you jammed your finger in my mouth?—”
I can’t stop staring at it, now. “That was a mistake?—”
“We’re two consenting adults, and no one has to know?—”
“There are about seven parents out there from the board of the PTA. If one of them catches wind… it would be incredibly unethical,” my mind now whirring, thinking of what parents would say.Principal Flores is banging that student’s teacher, they get special treatment, their grades are higher than everyone else’s, I’m going to call Superintendent Daniels?—
I feel a small hand massaging my cock from outside my pants, using her palms starting from the very bottom and using her fingers to pay special attention to the tip. I squeeze my eyes shut, resting my forehead against hers.
“No one has to know, Oliver.” She takes my hand, takingmy fingers and resting the pointer and middle on her luscious bottom lip.
I open my eyes, look at the image of my fingers on her mouth, removed, as if I am looking at a photograph. I press down on her lip and smear her lipstick down her face.
The door to the bathroom swings open. A stranger walks out. I take a step back, peel myself from Georgia’s body, getting a good look at her from this new vantage point. Her hair is a mess from my hands, lipstick smudged down her mouth, nipples peaked through her shirt, a pink flush over the skin of her chest.
I take a deep breath and make a decision. “Give me your phone,” I order her.
She hands it to me. I swipe and type, then hand it back. She looks down at it, and her whole body slumps down dejectedly. “You’re sending me home.”
The wave of want I feel for her overcomes the urge to bang my head against the wall. “No,” I tell her. “I’m sendingustoyourhome. My neighbors are PS 2 families.” She smiles. “Go grab your things and walk out first. Keep your head down. I’ll follow you out in a minute.”
She is radiant now, glowing. She licks her lips and moves closer to me, shifting up on her toes, as if to give me a kiss. I nip her bottom lip instead, soothing the sting with my tongue, luxuriating in my first taste of her. “Later. Go.”
TWENTY-SIX
Georgia
I imaginedus falling into one another’s arms as soon as we climbed into the Uber, but that’s not what’s happening at all.
