She takes a moment to collect herself, smoothing her curls back into a bun. I watch her reset herself, now entering Damage Control mode. “I think that we should skim over this curriculum this week. Then, you should go to the conference, and go to any and all panels that could describe how and why scripted curriculum is bad for kids. Get all the resources, the slide decks, or handouts you can. Then, we’ll present to Principal Thomas. We tell her why this is a bad idea, and that we learned so from the most accomplished minds in our field.”
I breathe, trying to match her calm. “I… actually think that’s not a bad idea. But what do I do about this week?”
She thinks. “Do whatever you were originally going to do. I’ll tell Thomas today that teachers need time to read and digest the new curriculum, so we’ll kick it off in two weeks.”
I sigh. “Okay. This is good. This is a good plan.”
“It’s trash, but we have to work with what we have,” she replies.
I want to make her feel better. “Do you want to see my unit outline for this Olympics unit I’m starting this week?”
She stands. “Normally, you know I’d love to, but I don’t have the time. I have to distribute the rest of these and spread the word.” She walks to my door. “Thanks again, Mia. I really appreciate you.”
I wave weakly and she walks out.
I end up leaving school around five, which gives me an hour to get ready at home. I decide to bust out the big guns and go all out.
I decide to wear a soft knit tank top that’s a bit cropped, low cut, and skin tight to show off the girls, and go full Brooklyn by foregoing a bra. My tits look huge. They won’t quit. I pull on silk pants that make my ass look amazing, and I pair this with a block heel hidden underneath to make my legs look extra long.
I also decide to go ham on my hair and makeup. I’m determined to get immaculate beach waves, so I spend most of my time wrestling a curling iron, and I’m pretty pleased with the outcome. I go with a dark and smokey eye, trying like hell to make the blue pop, and decide on a pink gloss for my lips.
I finish with ten minutes left to spare, so I take a second to look at myself in the mirror. I grin. I look fuckinggood. Do you ever have one of those moments where you look so good that you get a little turned on? Maybe in anticipation of what could happen to you later? Or who could be looking at you later? That’s me right now. Except I’m more than a little turned on, and I use that energy to propel me forward.
I throw my essentials into a small bag. I clomp out of my room and into the living room.
Directly into Elias.
Neither of us says anything, and time slows yet again, dripping like thick, syrupy honey.
He takes a small step back to get a better look. He starts at the top, green eyes tracing my hair and makeup. They linger for a second longer on my mouth, staring at it with such an intensity that I can almost feel them pressing against my lips. They move down, and I feel his eyes caress my collarbones, the flare of my hips. Finally, they zero in on my tits, and he may as well have his hands on them. He inadvertently licks his lips, and that small motion makes my breasts heavy, nipples tightening. He notices, his nostrils flaring. His hand twitches at his side. His eyes, dark, now almost devoid of green, finally lift up to meet mine.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I add a newly observed Elias emotion to my list. Hunger.
I also note that I may be wet.
He steps towards me. “Where are you going, Mia?” he asks me, in a tone that no longer sounds like the boy I’ve known my entire life. I’ve heard this voice before, but it’s never been directed at me. It’s ravenous, deadly,dangerous, and it’s…almost too much. He lifts a hand to roll a strand of my hair back and forth between his thumb and pointer fingers, and he may as well be doing that to my clit. It takes all my will to not let a moan escape my mouth from the force of his gaze and that one point of contact alone.
“Elias?” I finally say, or ask, or maybe beg, not recognizing my own voice, hoarse with need.
His eyes flick down to my mouth again. I look at his, realizing that I’ve never noticed how full it is, how soft and strong his lips look, how they would look really hot sucking on my?—
He blinks, and it’s like someone sucks all the tension from the room—a bigphwwtt. He takes a large step back. I notice he’s wearing gray sweatpants, and I have the presence of mind to glance down to see the outline of his semi-hard dick before he adjusts himself.How could you forget how big it was?!my vagina screams at me.
He clears his throat. A switch has been flipped. His eyes are clear now, and he looks more like the Elias I know. “Where are you going?” he asks again, in a normal voice now, looking me directly in the eyes and nowhere below.
I shake my head, clearing it of that moment. “I’m going out to hunt men.”
He glares. “I thought you were terrible at it.”
“I am, but since I’m no longer going to get any support from you, then I’m just taking the plunge and putting myself out there.”
“I don’t like the idea of you ‘putting yourself out there’ all by yourself,” he says.
“You should’ve thought about that before you told Leo you wouldn’t help me anymore,” I fire back.
He rubs his face. “I wanted to apologize for that. Mia, I want to help you, but I just…can’t.” He looks at me, indecision and regret behind his eyes. “Leo is my best friend. He’s my other half. I can’t… you’re basically my little sister. It’s… weird,” he finishes lamely.
“It’sweird? That’s all you got? Listen, Elias, you know as well as I do that I’m a fucking adult woman who’s almost thirty, and that Leo has no say in what I do with my life. But if you don’t want to get involved, then fine. I’m not surprised, actually, considering the two of you have been dropping me for the last twenty-something years.” I step around him and make my way towards the front door. “Maybe I’ll be back tonight, but hopefully not. Don’t wait up for me.”
