“I love your cock,” she whispers sleepily.
“Mmm.” I’m still incapable of speech.
“That was so hot. I love when you lose control.”
I guess I do, too.
“I really have to go.”
“Mmm.”
She climbs off with one last peck to my lips and looks for her clothes. “Where’s my stuff?”
I wordlessly point towards my closet.
She breaks into a smile. “You hung up my clothes for me?”
“Of course I did,” I rasp. “You were wearing a whole-ass suit.”
She spots her underwear on the chair and throws it on. “I’m seeing you tonight, right? The back to school happy hour?” The first light of sunrise is starting to break through my window, illuminating her dewy skin, the curves of her body.
I manage to roll out of bed and deal with the condom. “Yeah. I plan on getting there at five to set up and decorate, and then parents should start showing up at six.”
“I think I’ll be able to help set up. It’s Friday. Everyone in education stops working by four on Fridays.”
“Sounds awesome.”
“But that’s after typically working til nine Monday through Thursday,” she adds on.
“Not so awesome.”
“Plus Sundays for lesson planning.”
“Honestly, pay teachers more.”
“Please start the movement,” she says. She strides up to me and hugs my completely naked body with her fully clothed one. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Do you want coffee?” I ask, desperate to spend one more minute with her.
“Nope,” she says. “Frankie, remember?”
I’m glad someone in this relationship just thought about Frankie. I shake my head.Balance, I remind myself.We need to find balance.
We walk out of my room and tiptoe past Frankie’s door. Just before leaving, she pulls me down by the neck and we make out like teenagers hiding in a school storage closet. I soon realize I have her pressed up against the front door with my hands back under her shirt. I peel myself away. She looks a little dazed. I’m sure I look the same.
“See you later,” she says, sneaking away like a thief in the night, and it really doesn’t sit right with me.
I walk to the coffee maker, already spiraling. How do I fit Frankie into this? Lina can’t be sneaking out of the house every time she comes over. If this is real, and we’re really giving it a shot, Frankie needs to be a part of the process.
But how do I introduce the concept? Somehow, I don’t think that ‘hey, your assistant principal slash maybe principal and I are banging, so you might see her in the kitchen some mornings’ is a particularly effective way to begin the conversation.
We’ve been struggling with the concept of ‘mom,’ especially when Frankie started school and began meeting pairs of parents. She started raising all the obvious questions, likewhy don’t I have a mom?,where is my mom?, and as she got older,why did my mom leave?anddid she leavebecause of me?We, meaning both meandFrankie, started working with a child psychologist once she started asking those self-blame and shame-based questions. Dr. Fung was able to work through some of those thoughts with Frankie while giving me some strategies on how to address these ideas at home. It’s been a touchy year.
Should I have thought about this before convincing Lina to give this a shot? Fuck. Did I just jump into this simply because she was the first person who’s shown any sort of interest in me in years?
I pace the kitchen.
No, I saw how she was with Frankie. Even apart from the sex, Lina is someone I might have wanted to start a relationship with, anyway. She’s a role model, someone Frankie could look up to. She’s driven, intelligent, confident, kind. Funny. Cool.
