ticking so loudly for them to both fall into their particular demographics they would appropriately mold and sacrifice parts of themselves to mesh perfectly. She would have a child and, if post-partum depression didn’t fuck with her too much and jeopardize the marriage and if she were allowed to quit her job and stay home, another one. But then it would be time for the husband to get a vasectomy and, at this point, it would be her and her children with the husband as a minor accessory.
Dismal.
By the time he got into bed, his lustful thoughts had turned to guilt and he went to sleep thinking about the accident. Nothing turned dreams into nightmares more than that.
The Specific Reason Both of Them Were There
He awoke at ten, made some strong coffee, and watched CNN for about an hour before heading to the Vietnamese restaurant on the outskirts of campus. He thought that would be a safe spot since most of the other students would either be engaged in their last day of finals or on the way home. Phuong’s was usually empty anyway.
Ashley wore a spring green wool peacoat, black snow boots, thick white leggings that stopped above her knees and, as requested, the skirt and pigtails. She waited in front of the restaurant. Steve did his best job of parallel parking, which was still laughable, and got out. He’d been trying to think of something to say and ended up managing only, “Hungry?”
“Starved,” Ashley said.
They went inside to eat and make small talk. Comments about the weather. What the other one was going to order. Ashley stripped off her coat. She wore a simple white blouse unbuttoned to reveal just the slightest bit of her cleavage. It was enough for Steve. He tried not to stare at her breasts pressing against the shirt. Padded bras left so much to the imagination.
“So why aren’t you going home over break?” He hesitated to ask this, thinking it might be something financial. At their school that wasn’t usually much of a problem but there were still plenty of students there on financial aid. Financial aid didn’t cover plane tickets.
She shrugged. “Mom and Dad travel. They’re in Barbados until March. They offered to fly me out there but, I don’t know, it seemed like a hassle.”
So money definitely wasn’t the problem. “Barbados in December sure beats the hell out of Ohio. Might be worth the hassle.”
“Ah, yes, but you’re not there.”
And she had immediately drawn his attention to the specific reason both of them were there. He almost choked.
“Well, yes, um, I’m certainly glad you decided to stay behind.”
“Have you ever fucked a student before?”
Jesus. He could feel himself blushing. Felt relieved when the waitress brought a plate of spring rolls. But he wasn’t off the hook.
“So ... have you?”
“Not, uh, not since I was one.”
She laughed.
“Have you ever, uh, done something like this with a teacher?”
She picked up a spring roll, licked her lips, and said, “It’s never been something I’ve wanted before.”
He picked up a spring roll and took a bite, noting she didn’t directly answer his question.
They both finished eating fairly quickly. He put her coat on for her, took a deep breath of her hair. He opened the car door for her, waited for her skirt to slide up as she sat in the seat. Then they were on their way to his modest cabin on Furnace Lake, the maintenance of which was the one indulgence he had ever allowed himself. It was one he thought he had paid for every day of his life but he couldn’t seem to part with it. On the ride there, he kept wondering why he didn’t just take her back to his apartment, bang the hell out of her, and be done with the whole sordid affair.
Maybe she deserved more than that but, in the end, he thought the result would be about the same.
The cabin was about an hour away in the opposite direction of the college. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered wasting the money to rent his shitty apartment
Dismal.
By the time he got into bed, his lustful thoughts had turned to guilt and he went to sleep thinking about the accident. Nothing turned dreams into nightmares more than that.
The Specific Reason Both of Them Were There
He awoke at ten, made some strong coffee, and watched CNN for about an hour before heading to the Vietnamese restaurant on the outskirts of campus. He thought that would be a safe spot since most of the other students would either be engaged in their last day of finals or on the way home. Phuong’s was usually empty anyway.
Ashley wore a spring green wool peacoat, black snow boots, thick white leggings that stopped above her knees and, as requested, the skirt and pigtails. She waited in front of the restaurant. Steve did his best job of parallel parking, which was still laughable, and got out. He’d been trying to think of something to say and ended up managing only, “Hungry?”
“Starved,” Ashley said.
They went inside to eat and make small talk. Comments about the weather. What the other one was going to order. Ashley stripped off her coat. She wore a simple white blouse unbuttoned to reveal just the slightest bit of her cleavage. It was enough for Steve. He tried not to stare at her breasts pressing against the shirt. Padded bras left so much to the imagination.
“So why aren’t you going home over break?” He hesitated to ask this, thinking it might be something financial. At their school that wasn’t usually much of a problem but there were still plenty of students there on financial aid. Financial aid didn’t cover plane tickets.
She shrugged. “Mom and Dad travel. They’re in Barbados until March. They offered to fly me out there but, I don’t know, it seemed like a hassle.”
So money definitely wasn’t the problem. “Barbados in December sure beats the hell out of Ohio. Might be worth the hassle.”
“Ah, yes, but you’re not there.”
And she had immediately drawn his attention to the specific reason both of them were there. He almost choked.
“Well, yes, um, I’m certainly glad you decided to stay behind.”
“Have you ever fucked a student before?”
Jesus. He could feel himself blushing. Felt relieved when the waitress brought a plate of spring rolls. But he wasn’t off the hook.
“So ... have you?”
“Not, uh, not since I was one.”
She laughed.
“Have you ever, uh, done something like this with a teacher?”
She picked up a spring roll, licked her lips, and said, “It’s never been something I’ve wanted before.”
He picked up a spring roll and took a bite, noting she didn’t directly answer his question.
They both finished eating fairly quickly. He put her coat on for her, took a deep breath of her hair. He opened the car door for her, waited for her skirt to slide up as she sat in the seat. Then they were on their way to his modest cabin on Furnace Lake, the maintenance of which was the one indulgence he had ever allowed himself. It was one he thought he had paid for every day of his life but he couldn’t seem to part with it. On the ride there, he kept wondering why he didn’t just take her back to his apartment, bang the hell out of her, and be done with the whole sordid affair.
Maybe she deserved more than that but, in the end, he thought the result would be about the same.
The cabin was about an hour away in the opposite direction of the college. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered wasting the money to rent his shitty apartment
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