She'd taught me a lot more than brush techniques before the principal found out and she was fired. It hadn't mattered that I'd been the one to seduce her. She still took the fall. And yet the smile she'd given me when she was escorted from the classroom said she'd had no regrets.
As I peel away Kelly's t-shirt and jeans, there's a practiced efficiency to my actions. This isn't what I want. I want tonight to be real, for us to be real, for how I perform, to not matter.
There'll be no-one holding up score cards to judge me, so why then am I so worried about it? While it would be all too easy to hide behind my carefully built persona as I have in the past, that won't work tonight.
I don't think Kelly would let me away with it.
Instead, I step away from her, mussing up my hair as I long to mess up hers. "I can't, Kelly. I can't do this."
There's no missing her shock, and yet it's this that has me realizing how she might have taken my random statement. "Sorry, it's not that I can't, but … Can we start over?"
Kelly stands in her bra and panties, her gorgeous body calling to me while she hugs herself. Damn it, I'm not making sense. I try again, desperate to tell her what I mean. What she means to me.
"I want it to be real with you. Not how it usually is." After this, I clamp my lips shut before I say something stupid.
After taking a calming breath in through my nose and out through pursed lips, I start up again. "Kelly, I want you to take the lead. With us, tonight."
It hasn't been easy handing over control, and when I gather the nerve to check on her, I can see I'm not alone in being out of my depth.
Her expression says that if I leave it up to her, nothing's going to happen. And if nothing happens, then tomorrow will be all kinds of awkward. Of course, this could also be the case if we go ahead.
However, it's a risk I'm prepared to take, because I'm sick of lying awake at night thinking what it would be like to bury myself in this gorgeous curvy woman. "What if we take turns?"
Her nod is jerky, but confident enough to be taken as yes, although I take her unawares when I rip my t-shirt off and flick it to the side. Much to her surprise, I then ditch my jeans. "Hey, sweetheart, I've got some catching up to do."
It's then all I can do not to wink at her, her eyes narrow enough that I'm worried I've failed. While it takes longer than it should for us both to be naked, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
I'm way more turned on than I'd usually be. Soon enough, the moment I've dreamed of happens. Our bodies are hard up against each other, nothing between us but the heat that has been building for weeks.
My lips pressed against her forehead, I whisper, "So beautiful," as much to myself as to her. Still not content, I follow this up with, "Beautiful inside and out."
And she is. More beautiful than any of the women I've had short-term flings with, and who I've thought were all I deserved.
And yet, Kelly doesn't believe me, her incredulity showing even in the moonlight. I'm not great with words and I don't want to argue. Rather, I lower my lips to hers once more, my hands ranging over her body, giving shape to my dreams.
