MyHotProfessor

ASteamyOlderManYoungerWomanRomance

MiaMadison

MYHOTPROFESSOR

byMiaMadison

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Contents

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Olivia

I ‘mdone.MymomsaysIcan’tstayina-

Icrumpledupthenoteandtosseditintotheoverflowingtrashwithoutabackwardglance.
OfalltheuniversityroommatesIhadovertheyears,Tiffanyhadtobetheworst.She
neverdidhershareofthecleaningandshecomplainedabouteverything.

"Thosebugsjustranunderthestove…Noneofthehallwaylightsareworking…
Thatneighborispeeinginthehallwayagain!"

Seriously,whatthehelldidsheexpectforwhatshewaspayinginrent?Still,itwas
something,andwithouthershare,Iwouldhavetochoosebetweeneatingandmakingrent
thismonth.

Withawistfulsigh,IslidthepackageofPop-Tartsoffthecounterandtosseditbackinthe
boxforlater.Istraightenedmybackandputmygamefaceon.Ineededaplantogetout
ofthismess.

Firstup,Ineededtopostforanewroommate.It’snotthatitwashardfindingsomeone
lookingforaplacetostay,thiswasBoston,theUniversitymeccaoftheworld.You
couldn’tthrowatextbookwithouthittingsomeonelookingtoditchtheirinsaneroommate.
Thenot-so-easypartwasfiguringoutwhichwasactuallythesaneone.

IpickedupmyphonetologontotheUniversitymessageboardandsawthetime,
"Ohshit!I’mgonnabelate!"

DamnTiffanyandherdrama,whenItalkedtoherlastnightsheagreedtoletmehitcha
ridetoclass.IfIhadknownshewasgoingtobailonme,Iwouldhavegottenupearlier.

ThankfullyIhadalreadytakenashower,soIquicklyreachedintotheclosetandputon
thefirstthingIgrabbed.Thelightpinksweaterandleggingscombowasn’twhatIwould
usuallyweartoschool,butitwasafewdayspastlaundrydayandIwasinarush.

Ipulledmylonghairintoaquickponytailandthenwrappeditintoanevenquickerbun.It
hadthatmessyfeelthatlookslikeyoujustcamefromthebeacheventhoughIhadn’tseen
thebeachinforever.Oneday,Itoldmyself.Oneday,Iwouldspendanentireyearatthe
beach.

Ididn’thavetimeforanythingmore,soIgrabbedmymacramebookbagandflungitover
myshoulderasIboltedoutthedoor.Oneoftheperksofmyapartmentwasdirectaccess
toabusstopthatwentstraighttotheUniversity-thedownfallwasthatitdidn’trunthat
often.Ifyoumissedityouwereinforalongcommuteoranexpensivetaxiride.Atthe
moment,Ididn’thavethetimeorthemoneyforeither.

Iranoutofthebuildingandalmosttrippedmywaydownthecobblestonestairway.With
anawkwardskipandahalftwist,Imanagedtostayuprightandjumpedontothebuswith
secondstospare.

"HeyOlivia,"thebusdrivercalledoutwithaneasylaugh,"slickdance

moves."

"Thanks,Sam,"IlaughedbackasIswipedmycardinthekiosk,"I
missedmycallingasadiscoqueen."

"Neversaynever,"hecackledasImovedbacktograbaseat,"Ifyou
dreamit,doit!"

IdroppedintoanemptyseatasSambeltedoutthelyricstoDancingQueen.Afewyears
agoIwouldhavebeenmortifiedbytheexchange,butasIlookedaroundthebus,Isawa
bunchofregularssmilingandboppingtheirheadstotheoff-keymusic.Withadramatic
swishofmyhands,Ireachedintomybagandpulledoutsomelightreadingtogetme
throughthetrip.IheardSambreakintoalaughbeforereturningtohissongandIsmiled.
Evenwhenitwasshitty,lifecouldbegood.

Istartedflippingthroughmybinderandsuddenlyrealizedwhatdayitwas.Lifewasn’t
good,itwasfuckingfantastic.

ItwasNateday.

Nate,orrather,ProfessorNateDaltonwasthemostjaw-droppinglygorgeousmanIhad
everseeninmyentirelife.Hewasthekindofguywhodidn’tjustleaveyoutongue-tied,
butdroolinginhispresence.HehadthefaceofaGreekgodandabodythatwouldput
anyofthemtoshame.Tall,withthiswickedsmilewheneversomeonecrackedajoke.IfI
hadachancewithhim,IwouldhandovermyVcardinasecond.Infact,Iwouldhand
overthewholedeck.

Hewasthekindofguythatyoucouldn’tstoplookingat.WhenIwasinhisclassItried
mybesttokeepmymindonmystudies,buthehadthesepiercinglyblueeyesthatjust
sortofcutrightthroughyouandmeltedyoutothecore.MorethanonceIcaughthim
staringatme-I’msurenotforthesamereasonIstareathim-butthatdidn’tstopthe
butterfliesinmystomachfromactingupanyway.

Andtodayhewasallmine.

Well,notallmine,butkindofmine-forashorttimeatleast.

ItallstartedattheendoflastyearwhenNategatheredagroupofstudentstogetherfora
late-nightstudygroup.WhenItellyouthatacoupleofgirlsswoonedwhenthephrase
late-nightwasmentioned,I’mnotexaggerating.It’sallontheupandup,wemeettogo
overmergerandacquisitioncasestudiesformultinationalcorporationsinaneffortto
defineupcomingopportunitiesforunderservedcommunities.

Ok,really,wescarfdownpizzaandIstareatNate’sass.

Butthebestpartcomesaftergroupwhenhedrivesmehome.Sincethebusdoesn’trun
lateatnight,hekindlyoffereduphisserviceswhenneeded.Ijustwishhisservices
extendedformorethanjustaridehome.

AsfarasI’mconcerned,theprivatetimewespendtogetherislikeheaveninanAudi.
EveryweekIslideintothebucketseatandpraywerunoutofgassomewhereprivate.
Thathasn’thappenedyet,butI’veplayedouteveryscenariosoI’mreadyforwhenitdoes
.

IlookeddownatwhatIwaswearingandruedthedayIevermetTiffany.Iwouldnever
havedressedsosloppilyonNatedayifshehadn’tscrewedmeover.It’snotlikehe
wouldn’tdrivemehomebecauseofmyclothes,butinmostofmyscenarios,I’mwearing
somethingsexythatimpresseshimtothepointwherehedropseverythingtobewithme.I
guessIjusthadtocomeupwithanotherscenario.

ThebusjoltedtoastopandabruptlypulledmeoutofmylatestNate-inspiredfantasy.I
lookeduptocurseSamforthebumpyrideandsawwewereatmystop.Aquickglanceat
hissmirkmademycheeksflame.Ipickedupmybagandranforthedoorwithaquick
wavetowardsthefrontofthebus.

IcouldstillhearhimlaughingasIranintothebuilding.

Nate

"Ms.Burgess,"Icalledoutcasually,"amomentplease."Iwent
backtopackingupmylaptoptododgethelooksoftheotherstudents.Somewereheading
outthedoorforapubcrawlwhileothershungaroundtohoardthelastofthepizzaslices.

Oliviahadbeenwiththelastgroup.Shefoldedacoupleofslicesintoapapernapkinand
wascurrentlyshovingtheminherbackpack.Itriedtolookaway,buthertightsweaterand
yogapantshuggedhercurvesinalltherightplaces.Herhairwaspiledupontopofher
hair,notdownthewayIlikedit.I’vespentmorethanafewsleeplessnightsthinking
aboutherhairspreadoutonmypillow.

Damnit,Iwasfucked.

Astudent.Ofallthewomenthatcouldmakemydickstandatattention,Ipickedastudent.
TheywereveryclearontheruleswhenItookthisgig.Iknewtheconsequences,but
apparently,mycockdidn’tcareabouttheuniversitycodeofconduct.

IglancedupagainandsawOlivialeanoveranoverstuffedchairtohugoneofher
classmate’sgoodbye.Theperfectcurveofherasswasonfulldisplayfortheentirestudy
grouptosee.IcaughtAlan,oneofherclassmates,staringatherappreciativelyandfeltthe
needtopummelthetwerp.

Yes,Iwasscrewed.

WhydidIinsistshejointhisstudygroup?BecauseI’minsane.Sure,shewasthesmartest,
mosthard-workingstudentinanyofmyclassesandexactlythekindofstudentthestudy
groupwasdesignedtohelp,butIstillshouldhavesteeredclearofher.

Shewassexywiththisself-deprecatingwitthatstoodoutfromthebeautifulwomenI
usuallymet.Asmygrandmotherwouldhavesaid,"She’sakeeper."Andthat
wasdangerousbecauseIwasn’tlookingforakeeper.Ihadthatonceandthatwasone
morethanenough.

Fuck.

AlangrabbedherinaninappropriatelylonggoodbyehugandIhadtotampdownmy
anger."Olivia,"Irepeatedtryingtoholdmytemperincheck,"a
moment,please."

Ihatedthiscatandmouseshit.IfIwanttodriveastudenthome,Ishouldjustbeableto
drivethemhome.Ishouldn’thavetohideitfromtheschool.Itwasn’tlikeIwassleeping
withher,Iwasjustgivingheraridetoheroff-campusapartmentsoshecouldattenda
school-sponsoredlatenightstudygroup.

Itwascompletelyinnocent.

Now,ifitwasn’tfortheDeanofstudentsridingmyass,IwouldhavetakenOliviahome,
fuckedhertillshecouldn’tstandstraight,andgottenheroutofmysystem.Butno,Iwas
relegatedtoactinglikeahighschoolboylookingforhisfirstslowdance.

Allofthis,justtodoherafavor.Ilookedoverandsawherleanincloseandwrapher
armsaroundhisshoulders.Thelittleshithadthenervetoslidehishandstowardherass.

"Olivia,"Ibarked,"now."

Sheletgoofhimandshotmeanannoyedlook.Itampeddownmysmileandheldupa
decoyfolder.Thatlittlefuckerneededtolearntokeephishandstohimself.

Oliviasmirkedandtossedherbookbagoverhershoulderandsaunteredovertome.
Damnit,shehadthesexiestsaunter.

"So,ProfessorDalton,"shecalledoutjustloudenoughforotherstohear,
"doyouhavethatcasestudyIwasaskingaboutbefore?Ithinkitwillreallyhelp
withmythesis."

SheleanedovermydeskandIgotabetterviewofthecurvesunderhertightsweater.
Fuck,Ineededtodosomethingaboutthissituationbeforemydickexploded.

"Yes,Ixeroxedacopyforyou,"Iresponded,thenleanedinandwhispered
moresoftly,"Doyouhavetosaygoodbyetoeveryone?Youknow,you’regoingto
seethemtomorrow."

Hersmilefalteredabitbeforeshetookthefolderandgushedloudly,"Thankyou,
ProfessorDalton!You’realifesaver!"Shepausedforamomentandwhispered,
"I’msorry,areyouinarush?ShouldItryandfindanotherridehome?"

Shit,onelookatherfrownandIfeltlikeanasshole.Ineededtogetoutofthis,butnotat
thisexactmoment.It’swasn’tlikeshelivedinasafepartoftown,Icertainlywasn’tgoing
toleavehertofendforherselfwithoutanynotice.Theworstpartoftheeveningwas
droppingheroffattheshitholeshecalledhome.Itriedtobringupherlivingsituation
beforebutshejustchangedthesubject-andunlessIwantedtolosemyjob,itwasnoneof
mybusiness.

"No,it’sfine,"IliedasIrolleddownthesleevesofmyshirt,"Ijust
don’twanteveryonehangingaround.Mycareerwouldbeinjeopardyifthewrongpeople
sawusleavetogether."Iknewitwaskindofadickmovetosaythat,butIneededto
setthestageforendingthis.

"Yeah,Igetit,"sheblushed,"Iwouldn’twantyoutogetintrouble.I
reallyappreciateyoudrivingmehome."

"It’snotaproblem,"Irelented.Fuck,ifIdidn’twatchmyself,myonlyjob
wouldbechauffeuringheraround.

"Areyouinthesameparkinglotaslastweek?"Shelookedupatmewith
thosebeautifulgreeneyesandswearatthatmomentbeingherpersonalchauffeursounded
good.Idon’tevenknowwhyIcaredaboutthejob.It’snotlikeIneededthemoney-not
thatanyoneexcepttheboardoftrusteesknewthat.

Ihadasweetsetupintheprivatesector,butIhadsomecrazyideaaboutusingmyskillsto
maketheworldabetterplace.ButIalsohadotherskills,andatthatmoment,Iwanted
nothingmorethantousethemonOlivia.Ofcourse,ifIwascaughtinascandal,my
reputation-andhers-wouldsuffer.

"Yes,"IansweredherandwonderedhowlongIcouldreallykeepthisup
withoutrippingoffherclothesandtakingheronthedesk,"I’llmeetyououtsidein
tenminutes."

Shegaveaquicknodofherheadandturnedonherheeltoleavewithnothingmorethana
quickwavetotherestofthegroup.Ipickedupmyjacketandshruggeditonwhile
watchingherretreatingback.Orrather,herretreatingbackside.WhileIadjustedmy
collar,IrealizedIwasn’ttheonlyoneenjoyingtheviewandmybloodbegantoboil.

Iwassofucked.

Olivia

T hethemefromMissionImpossiblewasrunningthroughmyheadasIwaitedforNate
todriveup.IleanedagainstthewroughtironfenceattheonespotIknewwashidden
fromtheuniversity’ssecuritycamerasandcasuallylookedaroundtomakesureIwasn’t
followed.AcoupleofstudentsleftthebuildingandIduckedmyheadtopretendIwas
texting.Natewouldbeheresoonanditwouldruineverythingiftheywalkedpastmeright
now,butatthelastmomenttheyturnedandheadedtowardthedorms.

Ilovedthiscovertshit.

HidingoutandwaitingtohaveNatealltomyself.Itaddedalevelofexcitementtoour
ridehomeandIneededmoreexcitementinmylife.Well,funexcitement,notshit
excitement.Notlikelosingaroommateandworryingaboutmakingrent,andeating
excitement.Thesmellofpizzawaftedfrommybackpackandmystomachgrowled.If
nothingelse,Ihadbreakfast,lunch,andifIwascareful,dinnerlineduptomorrow.

Plusofcourse,someprivatetimewithNate.IthinkIwaspushingitearlierbutIreally
neededthatpizza-notasmuchasIneededhimtokeepdrivingmehomethough.Aside
fromouralonetime,thisstudygroupwasanawesomeexperienceandIhopeditwould
givemealeguponagoodjobwhenIgraduatedattheendoftheschoolyear.

AcoldwindblewpastandIstompedmyfeetandrubbedmyhandstogether.Ilovedthis
season,butIneverseemedtodressrightforit.Thedayswerehotandstuffybutthenights
wereicecold.IfIhadmyowncar,IswearIwouldfillitwithajacketforeveryseason.
Ofcourse,thenIwouldn’tneedaridehome.Irubbedmyhandsovermyarmsand
countedmyluckystarsthatIcouldn’taffordacar.

Rightoncue,NatepulledupandIheardthedoorunlock.Islippedinsilentlyandtriedto
hidemyexcitementwhileIbuckledup.

"Allset?"Heasked.Hewaspolite,butabitstiff.Thatworriedme.

"Yeah,"Icalledbackandgavehimmybrightestsmile.Thelightfrominside
thecardimmedandIwonderedwhatwaswrong.WhenhepulledawayfromthecurbI
couldseehisknucklestightenoverthesteeringwheel,butaswepulledawayfromthe
schoolhestartedtorelax.Usually,wechatduringourride,buttonightitwasjustsilence.
Itwasveryunnerving.

"So,ProfessorDalton,"Ifinallysaid,"Ifoundsomemusicyoumight
like."

"Nomoreofyourmusic,"Hemockedandshookhishead,"Ihad
nightmaresfortwodaysthelasttimeyoumademelistentoyourmusic."

"Thatwasn’tmymusic,"Iblurtedout,"Ithoughtitwasyourmusic
."

Helaughedevenharder,"IsaidIlikedrockmusicandyouthoughtthatmeant
GWAR?"

"Well,Iaskedmyroommateandshesaidtheywerethebest."FuckTiffany
twiceover.Shecouldn’tevengetamusicrecommendationright.

"Well,nomoreofhermusicthen."Hechuckledandreachedfortheradio,
"Howaboutwejustlistentotheradio."

"No,"Ijumpedin,"Thisisactuallygood!"Irifledthroughmy
bagtopulloutmycellphone,andthenclickedthemusicappbeforehehadachanceto
stopme.WhenNatewasgiventhechoiceheusuallylandedonsometalkradiostationand
wewouldendupdebatingpoliticsorsportsfortheentireride.Iwasinnomoodtoargue
withhimtonight.

"IfiguredIwouldlistentosomeofthesongsyougrewupwith."Asthefirst
strainsofthemusicfilledthecar,Iwatchedhisexpression,"So,rememberthis?
"

"RambleOn?"Heguessedcorrectly,"Ididn’tgrowuponthis."
Hepausedandthenlookedatme,"howolddoyouthinkIam?"

Iburstoutlaughingattheappalledlookonhisface,"No,no,no…Iknowit’sway
olderthanyou,butit’saclassic."IhadnoideahowoldNatewas,Iknewhewas
older,buthecertainlywasn’told."Ijustfiguredthiswouldbebetterthanlasttime
."

Actually,IwasgoingtoplayWholeLottaLove,butIthoughtthatwouldbetooobvious
soIchickenedoutandchangedtothisoneinstead.Aminuteorsoinandthemusicstarted
rampingupandIrelaxedintothebucketseat.Natetappedhishandonthesteeringwheel,
andIwonderedifthiswasbringingbacksomeoldmemories-evenifhewouldn’tadmit
it.

"So,"hecalledoutoverthemusic,"howareyourclassesgoing?"

"Fine,"Ishoutedout,"howareyours?"Itwasthenormalopening
banterfrompriorweeks,andafterthedayIwashaving,Iwasgladforit.

"They’refine-,"WecametoaredlightandNatepickedupmyphoneand
turneddownthevolumetoareasonablelevel.Hepusheditintothecradlewherehis
phoneusuallysatjustbeforethelightturnedgreen.

"They’refine,"herepeatedinasoftertone.Themusicnowplayedgentlyin
thebackgroundandbetweenthatandthebucketseats,everythingseemedsocozy.Ifthis
wereoneofmyfantasies,hewouldhavereachedouttorunhisfingerdownmyface
beforetakingmyhandandkissingmyfingers-onebyone.

"HaveyouheardanythingfromtheDeanaboutmakingthismorepermanent?
"Hewasstillofficiallyanadjunctprofessoreventhoughhewasteachingafull-time
load.

Hepausedforamomentandthenwentonhesitantly,"they’restillwaitingtohearif
ProfessorLambertisplanningtocomeback."

"Well,thenthat’sgoodnews,"Ismiledathim,"hetoldeveryonelast
yearthathewantedtoretire."

"Perhaps,"hesmiledruefully,"butthatdoesn’tmeantheywouldgive
metheposition."

IgotthefeelingthatNatewantedtosaymore,buthepausedandstaredstraightahead
instead.

Afteramomentwecontinuedwithsomefriendlybanteraswemovedthroughlatenight
traffic,butwebothgrewquieterthecloserwegottomyplace.Igrimacedbecause
comparedtotheuniversity,thispartoftownlookedsomuchshadieratnight.Someofthe
streetlightswerebrokenandneverseemedtogetfixed,sothestreetwasevendarker,and
thatonlymadeitlookworse.

Icouldseehishandsfidgetingonthesteeringwheel,butnotintimewiththenewsong
playingsoftlyinthebackground.Itwasprettyobviousatthispointthathehadsomething
tosaybutbeforehecouldopenupwearrivedatmyaddress.Likeclockwork,hepulledin
behindthebuildingsoIwouldhaveastraightshotuptomyapartment.

OnceinsideIwouldfliponthelightandhewouldknowIwassafelyinside.Itwasasilly
thing,butitmadehimhappyandsecretlyitmademefeelwellcaredfor.Partofme
alwayswantedtoinvitehimup,butIdidn’tdare.Atleast,notwithroommates,bugs,and
neighborsthatpeedinthehallway.

Hepulledthecaruptothedoorandturnedtome."Olivia,"hestartedinhis
mostseriousteachertone,"Iwantedtotalk-"

"Thankyousomuchfortheride,ProfessorDalton,"IinterruptedasIputmy
handonthedoortoleave.NormallyIwouldlingerabit,butIcouldtellthattonemeant
badnews,andIjustwasn’tinterestedinhearingittonight.

"Ireallythinkthat-"

"I’llseeyouinclass!"Ijumpedoutofthecarbeforehehadachancetosay
goodbyeandafewminuteslaterIwasboundingupthestairs,pantinghardandonthe
vergeoftears.

"Nottoday,"Iwhisperedsoftly.Thiswasnothowanymyfantasiesendedand
itcertainlywouldn’tbehowthingsendedwithNate.

Nate

"Damnit,"IsworeatthedoortoOlivia’sbuildingasitclosedbehindher.
Thiswasnothowthingsweresupposedtogotonight.

Whenwewereleavingtheschool,DeanHellercaughtupwithmeandaskedtospeakfirst
thinginthemorning.Itshouldhavebeenatwo-secondconversation,butinstead,shehung
aroundmakingsmalltalk.I’vebeenaroundtheblockafewtimesandknowwhena
womanisputtingoutfeelers-butthiswasn’tthat.Itwasmorelikeshewashopingto
catchmedoingsomethingwrong.

WhichIwasn’t.

ButI’msureitwasn’tgoingtolookthatwaytoher.

Iputthecaringearandstartedtomakeaskinnythree-pointturnintheimpossiblysmall
parkinglot.Inoticed,toolate,thattherewasanemptyspotwhereherroommateusually
parked.IknewOliviawasn’thappywithherroommate,butIwondered-giventheright
incentive-ifshewouldbeabletopickherupaftergroup.Butthen,Iwouldn’tbetheone
drivingherhome.

ThesoundofacrashpulledmeoutofmyreverieandIwonderedwhereitcamefrom.I
lookeduptoOlivia’swindowandthelightwasn’tyeton,soIcompletedmyturnwhileI
waited.Istartedpullingforwardtogetabetterviewofherwindowwhenthebeginningof
AllOfMyLovestartedplayingonthephone.Orrather-onherphone.

Fuck.

Ireachedovertotakethephoneoutofthecradlewhensomethingflashedpastthecorner
ofmyeye.AsecondlaterIhadtoslamonthebrakesbecausesomeoneranoutinfrontof
mycar.Illuminatedbytheheadlights,Igotaquickglimpseofthedoe-eyedstareofa
youngkid.Helookedlikehewasbarelyateenagerandwaswearingbaggysweatpants
andahoodiethatcoveredhishead.

Myheartwasbeatingfast,notbecauseIwasafraidIcouldhavehithim,butbecause
somethingwaswrong.

Icouldjustfeelit.

Iputthecarinparkandjumpedintoaction.IhesitatedasIgotclosertothedoortothe
building.Itwouldn’thaveabuzzerlikemostentranceways,butitwouldsurelybelocked.

Ireachedoutandthedooropenedwithoutanyresistance.Notonlywastherenokeyed
lockonthedoor,therewasn’tevenalatch.HowdidIletOliviastayinaplacethatwasso
unsecured?Iranupthestairstwoatatimeandquicklygotmybearings.Ihadneverbeen
inthebuilding,butIatleastknewwhichwindowbelongedtoher.

Ididn’tneedtoknowwhichdoorwashers,itwasclearfromthepiecesoflaminatedwood
onthefloor.Irantowardthedebris,worriedaboutwhatIwouldfindthere.

"Olivia,"IcalledoutasIroundedthedoor,"whereareyou?"

Theapartmentwasamess.Whatlittlelightcameinthroughthewindowshowedopened
boxesstrewnaboutonthefloor,theircontentsseemedtobetossedeverywhere.Iscanned
theroomandsawtheshadowofOlivialayingonherback.Shewasn’tmovingandthe
thoughtsentmeintoapanic.

"Olivia!"Iscreamedandrantoher.

"Nate!Don’tmove!"sheyelledback,"there’sglasseverywhere."

IreachedaroundtofindalightandthoughtIsawtheoutlineofonelayingacrossthe
floor.Iwenttoreachforitandshestoppedme.

"Notthatone,"shesaidcalmly-morecalmlythanIfelt,"taketwosteps
straightaheadtothewindowandonyourleft,there’salightswitchagainstthewall
."

Myheartwasbeatingoutofmychest,afraidofwhatIwasgoingtoseewhenIturnedit
on."Areyouok?"Iaskedasmyhandsslidoverthewalllookingforthelight
switch.

"I-Ithinkso,"shesaid,hervoicebreakingslightly,"heranpastand
pushedmeintothecoffeetable.Thecheappieceofshitbrokeunderneathme."

ThatmusthavebeenthecrashIheardearlier.Iwasangryatmyselffornotactingsooner,
butItriedtostaycalm."Well,maybeyoushouldn’thavehadthatextrapieceof
pizza,"Itriedtolightenthemoodasmyfrustrationlevelrose-Icouldn’tfindthe
damnlightswitch.

Oliviabarkedoutaquicklaugh,"Actually,"shesaid,hervoicestillshaky,
"IwasthinkingIshouldhavepickedoutasturdiercoffeetableatthisyear’sAllston
Christmas."

IreturnedherlaughjustasmyhandshitonthelightandIquicklyturnedaround,readyto
assessthesituation.

Itdidn’tlookgood-butitcouldhavebeenalotworse.

Theglasstopperlookedlikeitexplodedaroundher.AngerwasfightingfearasIlookedat
thescene.Ididn’tseeanyblood,butonepoorlyplacedsharedcouldputheratseriousrisk
.

"Ididn’tknowhowtogetupfromhere,"shesaidasherhandsflutteredinthe
air.Istartedtomovetowardherandsheyelledout,"wait-gotothekitchensink
andgrabtherubbergloves."

"Why,"Igrowledandstartedmakingmywayovertoher.

"Youneedtoprotectyourhands,"ShesaidsoftlyandIstoppedshort.Isaw
thescaredlookinhereyesandIquicklyturnedtothekitchensink.Partlytogetthe
gloves,butalsotogivemeamomenttocalmmynerves.

"Whathappenedinhere?"IaskedasIsearchedforthegloves.

"I-Idon’treallyknow,ithappenedsofast,"shestammered,"IguessI
wasn’tpayingattention.IthoughtmyroommatehadjustleftthedooropenandIdidn’t

realizeuntiltoolatesomeonehadbrokenin."

AndIletthefuckergo.

AngercoursedthroughmyveinsasIsnappedontheglovesandspunaroundtogetherout
ofthere.Herlowerlegswereprettymuchclearofthedebris,butherupperbodywas
surroundedbyglass.

"Letmelookatyourhands,"IorderedabitmorestronglythanIhadplanned.
Ipulledoutmyphonetoshinealightontheminthehopesofcatchingaglimmerof
somethingthatshouldn’tbethere.TheyweremostlycleanasidefromafewshardsthatI
wasabletoeasilyremove.

"Ok,theselookgood,"Icontinuedcalmly,"nextI’mgoingtoliftyou
up-butI’llneedyourhelp."

"GetmeoutofhereandI’lldoanythingyouwant,"sheblurtedout.

Itriedtoignoretheblushthatspreadacrosshercheeks,butmycockwouldn’tletme.
Whatwaswrongwithme,shewaslyinginglassandallIwasthinkingaboutwashowshe
couldrepaymeforgettingheroutofthismess.

"IneedyoutokeepyourbodyperfectlystraightasIliftyouupsoyoudon’tgrind
yourbodyintotheglass."Isawterrorflashacrossherfaceandtriedtocalmher
down,"you’llbefine,justconcentrateonbeingaplank."

"Ok,"shewhisperedandflutteredhereyelids,"Icandothat."

Itookherhandsinmineandbracedonefootagainstherstocreateapivotpoint.Witha
quicktug,Iliftedheroffthegroundsoshewasstandingstraightup.

"OhMyGod!"shecalledout,"Youdidit!"

"Don’tmove,"Ihissedasshetriedtowalkaway,"youmightstillhave
glassalloveryourbackside."

"Oh,right,"shelaughedandherblushdeepened,"how-er-howdowe
ridofit?"

"Well,I’llhavetotakeyourclothesoff."

Olivia

I fanyonehadtoldmethatlandinginapileofglasswouldleadtothebestexperiencein
mylife,Iwouldhavethoughttheywerecrazy.ButasIstoodinfrontofNate-myheart
beatingfastandmymindtryingtocatchupwithwhatwashappening-hesaidsomething
Ihadbeenlongingtohearsincethedaywefirstmet.

Hewantedtoseemenaked.

Ok,that’snotexactlywhathesaid,butthat’swhathewasgoingtodotome.AndIwas
justthankingmyluckystarsthatsomethingwasfinallygoingtohappenbetweenus.

Natewasgivingmyentirebodyaquickonceover,andashishandsskimmedalongmy
bodyIrealizedthosehands-hishands-wouldbeexaminingmoreofmethananyoneelse
everhad.Adeliciousshiverrandownmyspineatthatthought.

"So,"mybreathingwasshallowasmymindracedovertheprospects,
"howdowedothis?"IknewmyfacewasalreadyflushedfromtellinghimI
woulddowhateverhewantedifhejustgotmeoutofthatmess,butnowIwasalmost
giddywithanticipation.

"Weneedtobecareful,"Natespokesodispassionatelythatitalmostcrushed
me.Ifthiswasoneofmyfantasieshisvoicewouldhavebeenmoresultrywithabunchof
doubleentendrestokeepmeguessing.

"No,"Icoughedslightlytohidemydisappointment,"dowedoithere?
"Ipointedlylookedatthebrokendoorleadingtothehallwayandthendownatmy
body.IwasallforNateseeingmenaked,butnottheneighbors.Notthatanyofthemwere
actuallycheckingonme-Ididn’tliveinthatkindofneighborhood.

"Oh,right,"helookedoveratthedoorforamomentandthenreachedoutto
closeit.Hegrabbedachairfromthekitchentoholditthatwayandthencamebackto
standinfrontofme."Thatwillhavetodofornowuntilwegetyouundressed
."

Undressed,Irepeatedtomyself.AnysecondnowhewouldstartandIwassuddenlytorn
betweenthrowingmyselfathimandwantingtogiggle.Itookasteadyingbreathandtried
tostaycalm."Whateveryouthinkisbest,"ImanagedtosqueakoutandI
thoughtIsawhimhideawickedsmile.

"First,"heleanedincloseandhisvoicewasnowsoftanddeep,"I’m
goingtotakeoffyoursweater."

IclenchedmyjawtokeepmyteethfromchatteringandIwonderedhowlongIwouldbe
abletowithstandtheanticipation."Ofcourse,"Istammered,"Itrustyou
."

AmomentlaterIheardthesoundofkitchenshearsslicingagainstitselfandIpanicked,
"Whatareyoudoing?"Igaspedandstraightenedmyback.

"Don’tworry,"hebreathedsoftlyintomyear,"thisisthesafestway
."

Myheartthuddedpainfullyinmychestatthethoughtofhimcuttingtheclothesoffofmy
body.Butitwasn’twithfearbutdesire.Whatwaswrongwithme?AfterwhatIjustwent
throughIshouldhavebeenfreakingout.

IheardthescissorsclipthehemofmysweaterandItookadeepbreath.

"You’lltellmeifanyofthishurts."Itshouldhavebeenaquestion,butit
seemedmorelikeanorder.Hecouldbesobossysometimes."Olivia,"he
breathedinawaythatquickenedmypulseanddemandedmyattention.

"Y-yes,"Istammered,"I’lltellyou."

AnyfearIhadwashaltedwhenIfelthisfingersskimupmyback.Hewascarefully
movingthematerialoutofthewayandslowlyexposingmybodyhim,inchbyglorious
inch.

Occasionallythetugwassharp,butforthemostpart,hewasgentle,slow,andmethodical.
Hisbreathingwasslowandsteadyasheworked,andIhadtoremindmyselftobreathe
withhim.

Littlebylittleheclippedandremovedmysweateruntilitfinallyslippedoffmybodyand
pooledonthefloor.Icouldseethelightfromhisphoneflashagainstthewallasheranit
overmybackandarmslookingforstraysplinters.Iclosedmyeyesandfocusedonhis
fingersskimmingovermybody,examiningeveryinchofmyflesh.Itwasintoxicating.

Ifeltthecoldsteelofthescissorsslideupmyspinebeforestoppingatthebandofmybra.
Goosebumpsbrokeoutonmyskinatwhatwastocomenext.Hehesitatedforamoment
beforewhisperinginmyear,"Almostdone."Amomentlaterhesnippedoff
mybraanditjoinedmysweateronthefloor.

Ihadtoresisttheurgetoliftmyhandstocovermybreasts.Instead,Istoodwithmyhands
bymyside,willinghimtoexaminemefurther.

Asifreadingmymind,hegentlyliftedmyarmandranhisfingertipsdownmyside,
dancingovertheswellofmybreast.Itwasbothheavenandhell.Hisfingertipsleftafire
intheirwake,anditwasallIcoulddotokeepmyhandstomyself.

"Wellthatwasn’ttoobadatall,"hemurmured.Hisvoicevibratedthrough
me,andallIwantedtodowastoleanbackagainsthim.Instead,myeyesflutteredclosed
andIwaitedforhimtocontinue.AsfarasIwasconcerned,hecouldnotgetmyclothes
offfastenough.

Withhissamemethodicalcutting,hemadequickworkofmyleggingsandsoontheywere
pooledonthefloorwiththerestofmyclothes.Thelightbouncedoffthewallsagainashe
usedhisflashlighttolookforanystraybitsofglass.WhenthelightclickedoffIknewthis
wasmyshot.

Itwasnowornever.

Itookadeepbreathandturnedtofacehim.Hisexpressionwasoutwardlycalm,butI
couldsenseastormbrewingunderneath-orwhatIhopedwasastorm.Ithrewcautionto

thewindandmademymove.Irolledupontotheballsofmyfeettogivemyselfextra
heightandplacedmyhandshighuponhischest.

Withastrangledgroan,hedippedhisheadandcrushedhislipsagainstmine.Itwasthe
momentIhadbeendreamingaboutsinceIfirstmetNate,andIwelcomedtheinvasion.

Thewayhislipsclaimedmine,howhistonguedancedalongmylowerlip,thefeelofhis
handsastheydownmybodybeforerestinglightlyonmyhips.Iwelcomeditall-and
more.Natewasgoingtobemyfirst,andthiswasjustthebeginning.

Hisbreathwashotasitmixedwithmine,andIpartedmylipswillinglytohisinvasion.I
wasdrowningintheintensityofhiskisswhenIthoughtIheardhimwhisper,"this
issuchabadidea."Amomentlater,hishandsbeliedthatstatementwhentheyslid
aroundtocupmyassandpullmecloser.

Icouldfeelhisdesirepressedagainstme,andmyheartsoaredashislipscontinuedtheir
exploration.MyfingersbeganajourneyupthelengthofhisbodyandImarveledthat
eventhoughhisclothingIcouldfeelthehardridgesofhisback.Ibegantofantasize–not
forthefirsttime–whathewouldlooklikedrippingwetfromahotshowerorhalf
coveredwiththecoolsheetsonmybed.

Asmythoughtscontinuedontheirwildride,Ibreathedinhisscent.Itwaspuremale
sexuality,andIknewthatitwasn’tcomingfromacologne.Thiswasallhim."I
can’tbelievethisisfinallyhappening,"Iwhispered,"Iwantyoutobemyfirst
."

IfelthismusclesstiffenundermyfingertipsandIworriedthathewasgoingtostop.With
aslightmoan,heburiedhisfaceinthecrookofmyneckandbreatheddeeply,almostasif
hewasinhalingmyownscentinreturn."Oh,I’mgoingtohell,"herumbled
intomyneckashislipsbrandedmewithhisfeather-lightkisses.

Closingmyeyes,myhandssnakeduptoburymyfingersinhishairandpullhimcloser.
Afterallthistime,Irelishedthefeelingofhislipsonmyskin,thefeveredwayhistongue
dancedovermyflesh.Myfingersbegantodrawouttinycirclesonhisscalp,andI
imaginedwhatitwouldbeliketotrulyexplorethemanunderthesuit.Anyminutenow,
thatfantasywasgoingtobecomeareality.

Justasquicklyasmyfantasybegan,therealworldcamebackintofocusasweheard
voicesinthehallway.

IopenedmyeyesandsawNate’sexpressioncloseoffashelookedoveratthedoor.
"Gogetdressed,"heorderedasheprotectivelyputhisbodybetweenmeand
thebrokendoor.ItwasnotthewordsIwantedtohearfromhim,butgiveneverythingthat
hadjusthappened,IranasquicklyasIcouldtoobey.

Nate

I wasgoingstraighttohellwithadetourthroughpublicridicule.Notonlythat,butIwas
sevenshadesofcrazytodowhatIwasdoing.

"Iknowit’skindoflate,buttheguysshouldstillbeoutdrinking.I’msureifItexted
oneofthemwouldletmecrash-"

ItonlytookonequicklookinOlivia’sdirectiontostopherrambling.AsifIwouldlether
anywherenearagroupofdrunken,hornyfratboys.Herfingerscontinuedtotwistaround
thefringeofthebrightpinkscarfinherlapwhilesheglancedatmeanxiously.Everyonce
inawhilehereyeswoulddarttothebackseatwheremostofherscantbelongingswere
piled.Iknewsomecollegestudentslivedrough,butasidefromanoverflowinglaundry
basket,atrashbagwithabitmoreclothing,andacoupleofextrapowercords,she
seemedtocarryallherbelongingswithhereveryday.

WepulleduptoastoplightandIrealizedthecarwasquiet-tooquiet."Areyou
sureyouhaveeverything?"Itwasn’tthefirsttimeIaskedthatquestion,andIcould
feelherrollhereyesatmeagain.

"WhatmorecouldIneed?"Theslightshrugofhershouldercontradictedher
statement.

"Don’tyouhaveanypictures?"Ibarelyhadthequestionoutbeforeshewaved
herphoneatme."Music,movies…"shestoppedwavingthephoneand
pointedtothelaptopnestledinherbackpack,"books-you’reacollege
student,"Isighed,"youhavetohavebooks."Atthat,shepulledoutan
e-readerandIgaveup.Wenowlivedinafullyelectronicworld.

"Don’ttellmeyoudon’thaveallthisstufftoo,"shechided.

"Ido,"Ichuckled,"butIalsohaveaTV,alibrary-"

"Ihavealibrarycard,"shemockedandforthefirsttimesinceIpulledher
outofherrattyapartment,shesmiled-arealsmile.

Evenifshehadaworkingdoor,whichshedidn’t,itwasobviousOlivia’sapartment
wasn’tsafe.AfterwhatshehadjustgonethroughIcouldn’tjustleavehertofendfor
herself,right?ItriedtotellmyselfthatIwasjustbeingchivalrous,butitwasn’tchivalry
thatdraggedheroutofthatapartment-itwasmydick.

"So,"shedrawled,"wherearewegoing?"

Intherushtograbherthingsandgetheroutofthatcrappyapartment,Ineverreallytold
hermyplans.Ididn’tblameherforbeonedgeandquestioningmymotives.Afterbarking
outordersforhertogetdressedandpackupherstuff,Iranamilliondifferentscenarios
throughmybrain.EachonewasdismissedinfavoroftheoneoptionIreallywanted-that
Oliviawouldstaywithme.

Ihadtobecertifiablycrazy.Therehadtobeanotherway-awaythatdidn’tgetme

bannedfromtheUniversity.

Afterallthistimetryingtohideanywhiffofimpropriety,Iwasgoingtomoveherintomy
home-temporarilyofcourse.Butasmylibidodraggedmythoughtsbacktothewayher
curvesfitagainstmybodyandthewayherlipsreactedtomine,mycockstiffenedandI
wonderedhowtemporaryithadtobe.

Examiningeveryinchofherbodywasboththemostexhilaratingandexcruciating
experienceofmylife.Itriedtobeasdetachedaspossibleandconcentrateonthetaskat
hand,butthiswasOlivia.Myfingersmighthavebeenmethodicallyexaminingherbody
forglass,butmylipswerecryingouttoexploreeveryinchofher.Idon’tthinkI’veever
beensoexcitedbyawomanbutatthesametimerevoltedbymyownbehavior.Totopit
alloff,Iwouldhavebeenherfirst.

Fuckme,Iwassoscrewed.VisionsofirateDeanswithpitchforkswererunningthrough
myheadwhenOliviaputherhandonmyarm.

"Nate?"

Iloosenedmygriponthesteeringwheelandlookedoverather.Awhimsicalsmilewas
hoveringoverherlips,thelipsIwasdevouringnotthatlongago.

Fuck

AhornblaredbehindmeandIglancedupattherear-viewmirrorintimetoseethedriver
flipmeoff.Ipressedmyfootdownonthegasandpeeledoutjustintimefortheyellow
lighttoturnred.

"Umm…Nate?"OliviapulledherhandawayandInoticedithover
protectivelyoverthedashboard."Doyouthinkmaybeyoucouldslowdown?
"

Ieasedoffthegasjustintimetoturndownatree-linedside-streetandpullintoanempty
parkingspot.

Oliviablinkedatsuddenshiftandlookedaroundasifexpectingapolicecarorthatirate
drivertocomebarrelingafterus.Afteramomentofsilence,shefinallyasked,
"wherearewe?"

"Myplace,"Isaidcasually,andstudiedherfaceforanyreaction,
"you’regoingtostaywithmeuntilwegeteverythingsortedout."

Shedidn’tmoveforasecond-thelongestsecondofmylife-andthenIsawherbiteher
liptohideasmile.Itwassmall,ifthelighthadbeenjustabitdimmerIwouldn’thave
seenit-butIdid.

Iwassoscrewed.

Ihoppedoutofthecarandpulledopenthebackdoorbeforeshecouldsayanything.
Reachinginforthebagofcords,Itosseditontopofthelaundrybasketandyankedthem
bothout.IwasreachinginforhertrashbagwhenOliviaappearedbesideme.

SheleanedagainstthecarandItriedtoignorethewayhertightmini-skirtrodeupa
fractionofaninchhigherwhenshecrossedonelegovertheother.WhenItoldhertoget
dressedshementionedsomethingaboutlaundrydayandIfiguredshewouldcomeoutina

rattyt-shirtandsweatpants.Icertainlydidn’texpectaskin-tightminidress,aleather
jacketandhigh-heeledfuckmeboots.ItwasallIcoulddotokeepfromrippingthose
clothesoffherbodytoo.

ShecockedherheadtothesideandIswearsheknewwhatIwasthinking.Iwasgoingto
havetowatchmyselfaroundher.

"So,"shedrawledandmyantennaswentup,"Shallwegoinside?
"

Igavehermymoststernprofessorlookandpointedhertothedoor.Iwouldfind
someplaceforhertostaytomorrow.IcouldhandleonenightwithOliviaundermyroof,
right?

Iwatchedhersaunterupthestairsandmydickwasstandingatattentionagain.Damn,she
hadthebestsaunter-comingorgoing.

Thistrulywasahorribleidea.

Olivia

"Well,thatdidn’tgoasIexpected."

Ithrewoffthefluffydowncomforterandblinkedagainstthemorningsunlightstreaming
throughthenearfloortoceilingwindows.Ilookeddownattheslinkybabydolllingerie
thatIputonlastnightandwonderedwhereIwentwrong.

Afterthemostintimateencounterofmylife,Iputonmyhottestclubbingoutfitandset
mymindtomakingNatemine.Instead,hebarkedoutorderslikeadrillsergeantand
barelynoticedme.Hewasrunningsohotandcold,Ijustcouldn’tfigurehimout.Didhe
wantmeornot?Didmynakedbodyturnhimoff?‘Cusethatkissseemedlikehewas
prettyturnedon.

Then,whenhebroughtmetohishome,Ifigureditwasadonedeal.Ithoughtanightof
mind-blowingsexwasinmyfutureandshimmiedintothisneverbeforeusedensemble.
WasIeversurprisedwhenheledmetoaguestbedroom,closedthedoorinmyface,and
nevercameback.Dideveryonehavethismuchtroublegivingawaytheirvirginity?I
thoughtguyswereallaboutpoppingthatproverbialcherry.Whynotmine?

Thegrumblinginmystomachalertedmetotheneedtoexploremynewdigsinsearchof
somethingtoeat.Iwouldhavejustgrabbedthepizzaoutofmybookbag,butIdropped
thatsomewheredownstairswhenIthoughtIwasgoingtoneedbothofmyhands.Asif.

Iadditiontonofood,Ialsohadnoideawhattimeitwasotherthanitwaslate.WhenIhad
achance,IwouldhavetocontactTishatogetthenotesfrommymorningclass.Thatwas
goingtobeafunconversation.

Ipickedupmyspandexminidressandtosseditintothelaundrybasketinahuffthen
wentovertomybagofcleanclothesanddumpedthemontothebed.

ThepickingswereprettyslimasIrummagedthroughthepileandIfinallysettledona
pairoffrumpyjeansandanoversizedTshirt.Ipulledthemonandlookedatmyselfinthe
beautifullycarvedfull-sizedChevalMirror.Honestly,themirrorlookedbetterthanthe
reflection.Myhairwasamess,Ihadbagsundermyeyesfromlackofsleep,andIlooked
likeafrump.

"Well,timetogetthisoverwith,"Icommiseratedwithmyreflectionbefore
headingoutthedoor.

Thenightbefore,itwasdarkandIwasmuchmoreinterestedinNickguidingmetothe
bedroomandwhatIthoughtweweregoingtodowhenwegotthere.Now,asIsunkinto
theantiquelookingPersianrunnerfloatingdownthehallwayandthecrownmolding
coveringthewallsandceiling,IwasgettingtheimpressiontherewasmoretoNickthan
justagorgeousfaceandarockin’hotbod.

Attheendofthehallwaywasacurvedstairway.Irememberedthisfromthenightbefore,
butasIdescendedthesteps,Imarveledatthedelicatelycarvedbanister.Ihadn’tnoticed
thatbefore.

WhenIreachedthefoyer-marbleofcourse-Isawmyreflectioninanoversizedhallway
mirrorandbegantorethinkmyfrumpyoutfit.Ilookedsooutofplacenexttoallthe
marble,crystal,andpolishedwood.

MystomachgrowledagainandIpushedasidemyreservations.TherewasnothingIcould
doaboutthissituationbutmakethebestofit.

"Nate?"Icalledouthesitantlyandheardnothingbutthedullclickingofa
grandfatherclock."ProfessorDalton?"

"InhereOlivia,"hecalledout,"Sorry,Iwasonthephone."

Ifollowedhisdisembodiedvoiceintothebowelsofthemansion.Eachstepmademefeel
moreandmorelikeIdidn’tbelongandfacedwiththatrealitytherewasonlyonethingI
coulddo.

Relaxandenjoymyself.

"Marco!"Icalledoutwithahealthydoseoffalsebravado.

"Polo!"Natecalledbackwithalaugh.

IwascloseenoughtofindtherightdoorandpusheditopenbeforeIcouldbackout.

"HolyShit!"Islappedmyhandovermymouthandhopedhehadn’theard
me.Natejustleanedbackintohisoverstuffedchairbehindhisoversizeddeskand
watchedmemakeafoolofmyself.AsmilehoveredaroundhislipsandIgotthe
impressionhewasenjoyinghimself.

Ipulledmyeyesawayfromhimtotakeintherestoftheroom.Itwasn’thardtofigureout
thiswasalibrarybecauseallIsawwasbooks.Books,booksandohlookthere,more
books!Floortoceilingshelvesofbooks,casesofantiquebooks,andacoffeetablewith
carefullyarrangedbooks.

"Whenyousaidyouhadalibrary,Ifiguredyoumeantabookshelf,"Igushed,
forgettingmyearlierhesitation."Thisisamazing!"

"I’mgladyoulikeit."Hesmiledandthenwavedhishandsaround,"you
don’tthinkit’sabitoverstated?"

"Noway!"Inthecorner,Isawarollinglibraryladderandranovertotakeit
foraspin.Ineverclaimedtobephysicallycoordinated,butwithonefootonastep,I
pushedoffwiththeotherandeasilyrodetheladderpastmorebooksIhadeverreadinmy
life."Ohman!,"Ishouted,"IfeellikeBelleinBeautyandtheBeast
!"

Natewascaughtupinmyexcitementandchuckledalong."Wait,"he
suddenlystoppedlaughing,"doesn’tthatmakemethebeast?"

Ialmostfellofftheladderlaughingathisexpressionofhorror."Well,"I
cockedmyheadtothesideandexaminedhimclosely,"youdoneedashave."
IhadalwaysseenNatecleanshaven,butthedayoldscruffonhisfacewassexyashell.I
gotatasteofthatscruffslidingovermybodythenightbeforeandIwantedmore.

Natemusthavereadmythoughtsbecausehisfaceclosedoffandheslowlyrosefromthe

chair.Idesperatelywantedtogobacktoourlight-heartedbanterandmaybetakeanother
rideontheladder,butthatmomentwasover.

HemovedfrombehindthedeskandIgotagoodlookathisformfittingt-shirtandlow
slungjeans.Hisshirtwastightenoughtoshowoffthehardridgesofhischest,andthe
musclesunderneathflexedashewalkedtowardsme.IalmostdrooledasItookinthe
view.

Myattentionwasdivertedforasecondwhenhewalkedpastahugemarblefireplace
flankedbytwooverstuffedleatherclubchairs.Isweartheonlythingmissingwasa
smolderingpipeandaglassofBrandy.HetookafewmorestepsandIsawtheliquorcart
withacrystaldecanterandtwobrandysniftersreadytogo.

TheclosestIevergottodrinkingsomethingsofancywaswhenoneofmyfostermoms
pickedupacheapsetofsniftersatayardsale.Ataworldlytwelveyearsold,myfriend
PamandIusedthemtodrinkourchocolatemilk.TheideathatNatedrankhisBrandyin
hiscrystalsnifterwhilesittinginhisleatherchairinfrontofhismarblefireplacekindof
putthingsinperspective.

"So,"Natehesitated,"weshouldprobablytalkaboutlastnight."

Fuck.

ThelastthingIwantedtotalkaboutwaslastnight.Iwantedarepeatoflastnight,I
wantedanextensionoflastnight,butatalkaboutlastnightonlymeantonething.A
discussionabouthowlastnightwaswrong.

Doublefuck.

Natecametostandrightinfrontofme,closeenoughsoIcouldgazeintohisdeepblue
eyesandgetafrontrowseattowhatIwasgoingtobemissing.Hehadthedecencyto
hanghisheadabitasheproceededtosetmestraightonhowthingswerelastnight.

"Iwantedtomakesureitwasclear-"

Nate’scarefullyscriptedspeechwascutshortbytheearth-shatteringgrowlthatemanated
frommystomach.IwouldhavebeenmoreembarrassedifIwasn’tsorelieved.

"Sorry,"Ifakeblushedandwavedmyhandinthedirectionofmystomach.

Aruefulsmilecrossedhislips,"No,I’msorry."Hetookmyhandandpulled
metowardsthedoor,"Ishouldhaverealizedyouwouldbehungry."

Hungryforyou,Ithoughtbutkeptmymouthshutandfollowedhimtowardsthekitchen.
Ifnothingelse,IheadedoffaconversationIdidn’twanttohave-andmaybeIwould
evengetsomewaffles.Natelookedlikeawaffleskindofguy.

Nate

"So,doyoudoalotofcooking?"IaskedOliviaasweheadedtowardsthe
kitchen.

"Well…"shelaughed,"Iwouldsaythatbetweenpop-tartsand
microwavedinners,mycookinginvolvesalotoftake-out."Herjawdroppedasshe
roundedtheentrywayandsawthestate-of-the-artremodel."Holycrapthisisnice
!"

Sheimmediatelywentovertothecenterislandanddancedherfingersalongthesleek
surfaceonthewaytotheside-by-sidedoubleovenwiththegrilltop.Ononesidewasa
built-intemperaturecontrolledwinerackandtheothersidehousedawood-firedpizza
oven.

"Man,"sheclickedhertongueandglancedoveratme,"itmustbereally
nicetoreheatleftoverpizzainthisbadboy."

Icouldn’tholdbackmylaughter.MostofthewomenI’vedatedovertheyearswould
havemadesomepolitecommentsaboutthefactthatmyhousekeepermusthave
appreciatedtheupgradebeforemovingalongtotheRenoirinthelibrary.

Oliviadidn’tevennoticetheRenoir.Infact,Ithinkifshehad,shewouldn’thavecared.

"So,howaboutbaconandeggs?Pancakes?Or,maybewaffles?"AsIran
downthelistIsomehowknewwhereweweregoingtoendup.Shelookedlikeawaffles
kindofgal.

"Well,"shedemurred,"Idon’twanttoputyouout…"

AsImadeusbreakfast,Itoldherallaboutthehistoryoftheoldbrownstonewhileshe
rolledhereyesatme.

"Gettothegoodpart,"shejoked,"likehowyouendeduphere."

"Wellactually,"Istartedandsawherrollhereyesagain,"thetruthis,I
inheritedit."

"Oh,"herexpressionwassuddenlyserious,"I’msosorry."

"Thankyou,"shecaughtmeoffguardwiththecommentandIwonderedif
shehadlostanyoneclosetoher."Itwasmygrandparent’shouseandwhenthey
passeditsatemptyuntilImovedbacktoBostonlastyear."

"I’mguessingtheydidn’tdotheremodel?"

"No,"Ilaughed,"Mygrandparentswouldnothaveseenthevalueina
pizzaoven."

"Well,that’stheirloss,"shecommentedwithaflipofherhandandthen
laughedwithme.

Isataplatterofwafflesdownontheislandandmotionedforhertograboneofthebar

stoolsanddigin.ThesparkleinhereyeswhentookherfirstbiteremindedmeofwhyI
lovedtocook.Igrabbedawafflefromthepileandduginwithmatchinggusto.

"So,"Iaskedafterafewbites,"whatareyourplansfortheday?"

"Well,"Imissedamorningclass,"butwithmyworkschedule,that
happenssometimes."ShescrewedupherfaceinawayIhadseenwhenshewas
angryatherself,"I’lljustgetmynotesfromaclassmate."

"Oh,Iforgottomentionbefore-aboutyourapartment,"Isawherflinchand
wishedIhadn’tbroughtitup,"IhaveabuddyattheBostonPDandIcontactedhim
lastnighttogettheballrollingonapolicereport."ShenoddeddullyandIpressed
on,"Ialsocontactedyourlandlordandexplainedthesituation."

Iknewsheworkedthreejobstokeepafloat,andafterseeingherapartment,Icouldonly
imaginehowpoorlyshewasbeingpaidforthosejobs.ImentallycalculatedhowmuchI
spendonjusttheremodelofthekitchenanditputthingsinanewperspective.

"So,"Itriedtobrightenthemood,"Myafternoonmeetingwascanceled
andIonlyhaveafewpaperstograde,sohowaboutwehangout?"

Iwasoutofmymindforsuggestingit.Iwassupposedtobefindingawaytobreakany
andallcontactwithherandIwasdiggingmyselfindeeper.Isawhersmilere-appearand
allIcouldthinkofwasherbodypressedagainstmineasIburiedmyselfinher.Imentally
checkedmyselfonthoseinappropriatethoughts.ShewasmystudentwhoIwashelpingin
atimeofneed-herneed,notmine.

Wepolishedofftheremainingwafflesanddiscussedwhatwewantedtodoonourdayoff.
Afteramuch-heateddiscussionontheweather,wedecidedtostayinsoIcouldshowher
aroundthehouseandtheupgrades.Afterthat-sinceIhadatelevision-wewouldsettlein
towatchamovie.

I’veshowncountlesspeoplearoundtheoldhouse,butI’veneverhadasmuchfunaswith
Olivia.Therewasn’toneroom,onenook,onecranny,thatshedidn’tcommenton-well,
exceptfortheRenoir.Shedidn’tevenrecognizeit-itwasglorious.Sheappreciatedthe
updatedbathroomsandagreedwithmeaboutkeepingtheoldworldaestheticsintheother
rooms.

"So,whatmoviedoyouwanttowatch?"

OliviawasseatedinthemiddleofthecouchinfrontoftheoversizedflatscreenTV.She
hadtheremoteinonehandandtheotherburiedinabowloffreshlypoppedpopcorn.

ItossedthepapersIhadtogradeonthecoffeetableandwenttostartafireinthefireplace
.

"Oh,youdon’thavetodothat,"Oliviagushedwithahugesmilethattoldme
Ishouldanyway.

"Well,"Iansweredsarcastically,"youspecificallymentionedevery
singlefireplaceinthisentirehouse."Ilookedbackatherandcouldhaveswornshe
wascheckingoutmyasswhileIwasbentoverstartingthefire,"Ikindofgotthe
hint."

Shehadthedecencytolookashamedandquicklyrefocusedherattentiononpickingouta
movie."Well,thankyou,"shewhisperedassheclickedthroughthelist.
"So,whatareyouinterestedin?"

Ihadtostopmyselffromsaying,"You."Ifsheweretenyearsolderandnot
mystudentIwouldhavebeenalloverher.Butasitwas,Ineededtokeepmyheadclear.
"Whateveryouwantisfinewithme,"Iansweredinstead.

"Oh,howaboutadocumentaryon16th-centurydollmakers?"hervoicewas
filledwithsomuchexcitementthatIdarednotlookaround.

"Umm,Iguessthatwouldbeawonderfullearningexperience,"Ishotback.

"Oksmartypants,"shelaughed,"howaboutthatintergalacticrompthat
cameoutlastyear?"

"Theonewithwhats-her-faceandthatotherguy?"

"Yeah,"shestartedclickingandamomentlaterthemoviewaslinedupand
readytogo.

Ifinishedbuildingthefireandsettledinonthecouchnexttoher.Ihadplannedtograde
thepaperswhilethemoviewason,butbetweenthecozinessofthefireplaceandher
runningcolorcommentaryIneverevengavethemasecondlook.

Half-waythroughthesecondmovie,IrealizedOliviaandIwerecuddleduptogether
underasmallquiltedblanket.Myarmswerewrappedaroundherandherfingerswere
dancingalongmythighlikeapianoplayerticklingtheivories.

Afterallmyplanstosteerclearofher,Ihavenoexcuseforwhathappenednext.

Olivia

Now,thisiswhatIwastalkingabout.Cuddledupunderaquiltinfrontofaroaringfire,
Nate’sarmswrappedaroundme,pullingmeclose.Afteranincrediblyrockystart,we
werebackontrackandItriednottojumpforjoy.

Itallstartedsoinnocentlyenough.Ihadjustbeenplayingalongwiththemovie’smusical
scoreasitreverberatedaroundtheroomthroughhissurroundsound.Withmyhead
restingonhischestandmyfingersdancingalonghisthigh,Iheardhisbreathhitchand
felthisheartbeatquicken.Irealizedthenthatmyfingersweredancingdangerouslyclose
tothetentthathadformedinhisjeans.

Fantasiesdocometrue.

Natecouldn’thaveseentheslysmilethathoveredovermylipsasIdancedmyfingers
closerandclosertothetent,butIthinkhesuspectedasmuch.HegroanedasIreachedthe
summitandreachedouttokeepmethere.

Hishandwaswarmasitcoveredmine,andwhenhisfingertipsdancedoverthesurfaceI
feltliketherewasaquestionbeingasked.Atime-honoredritualthatIwasmorethan
readyfor.

Ilookeduptofindhishoodedeyesstaringdownatmeandamatchingslysmileplaying
overhislips.

"Areyousureyouwanttodothis?"Hisbreathwasraggedwithdesire,ashe
waitedformyreply.

"I’vebeenwantingtodothissincethemomentwefirstmet."

AsexysmilecrossedhisfaceandamomentlaterIwasflippedontomybackandtrapped
underhismuscularbody."Thatmakestwoofus,"hewhisperedashislipsmet
mine.

Hismouthwassoftandgentleashecoaxedmealong.Itwasdifferentfromthefevered
needfromthenightbefore-different,butjustasintense.Histongueartfullydancedalong
thesurfaceofmylipsbeforeslippinginsidewithathrustandparryworthyofanOlympic
goldmedalist.

Itdidn’ttakelongbeforeeverynerveendinginmybodywassinginginanticipation.

"Ishouldn’tbedoingthis,"hehissedandpulledawayfrommybruisedlips
onlytodropsoftkissesalongmyjawline."I’mreallynogoodforyou."

Thequestionwasmorerhetorical,butIansweredhimanyway."IthinkIcandecide
what’sbestforme,"Ichallenged,andthenhissedashenippedatmyearlobe.

Heliftedhisheadandlaughedatmybravado.Ashislipsnearedmine,Igotthelastlaugh.
ImadesurehisOlympiccaliberperformancewasmatchedbymyownsensualtongue
work.Ilickedhislipsbeforedartinginsidetolanguidlytastehimonmyownterms.Iwas
rewardedformyeffortswithalowgrowlinthebackofhisthroat.

Afterteasinghislipsuntilhewaspanting,hebrokeoffthekisstolookintomyeyes.
"You’reafastlearner,"hesaidashisfingertipscaressedmyspine.

"Ihaveagreatteacher,"Irespondedbeforehedroppedhisheaddownagain
withastrangledcry.

Ashiskisscontinuedtodeepen,hisweightgrewheavyontopofmeandIwriggledabit
tofindamorecomfortableposition.

"Stopthat,"heliftedhisheadandreprimandedmesternly.Hishotbreath
nippedatmyexposedneckandIcouldhaveswornIheardarumblingundercurrentinhis
voice.

"It’stakingeveryounceofenergyIhavetogoslowwithyou,"hegrowledin
myearbeforelightlynippingagainatthelobe,"Iwanttomakesureyouenjoy
everymomentofthis."

Inowunderstoodwhatwassosensualabouthavingaguygrowlcommandsinyourear
whilehisfullweightpressedintoyou.Addthattoourrecentmemoriesandmybreath
begantodeepenandmymusclesstartedtotenseup.Damnthatmanandhissexyvoice.
Hissexybody.Hissexyeverything.

"Whataboutyou?"Iaskedbreathlessly,"Iwantyoutoenjoyittoo
."

"Oh,don’tworry,"Natewhisperedashetrailedlightkissesdownmyneck,
"Iplanonenjoyingeveryinchofyou."

Adeliciousshiverrandownmybodyatthatthought.Itriedtostaystill,butthebeatofhis
heartseemedtoechothroughoutmybody.Atthatmoment,Ithankedtheheavensforall
theeventsthatleduptothismoment.

Nate’shandslippedoutfromundermeandmoveduptocupmybreast.Memoriesofhis
handstouchingmybarefleshhadmewantingmore,butlikehesaidbefore,hewasinno
rush.Histhumbdrewlazycirclesaroundmyareolaanawaythatmademethinkhe
actuallyenjoyedtorturingme.

Whenhishandfinallydisappearedundermyshirttosnakehiswayupalongmyskin,his
fingertipsleftafireintheirwake.Heeasilybrushedasidemyshirtanddippedundermy
sportsbra.IwasthinkingabouthowIwishedIstillhadthatbabydolllingerieonwhenhe
begantopalmmybreast.Iarchedmybackintohishandasthetippebbledunderhis
masterfultouch.

MybodywasrespondingtohiminwaysIhadneverfeltbeforeandIwantedmore.I
squeakedwhenhismouthdescendedonmybreast.Naterespondedbycirclingthe
pebbledpeakwithhistongueuntilImovedmyfootuphisleganddugmyhealintohis
upperthigh.Helightlynippedatmytenderflesh,andIdugmyfingernailsintohisback
andmoaned.

"Idon’twanttowaitanymore,"Igroundoutasheheadedtowardmyother
breast.

"Isay,"heliftedhisheadandgavemealittlewink,"thatwemovethis

tosomewheremorecomfortablesoIcangiveyouaproperfucking."

Nowthat’swhatIwantedtohear.Bubblesofexcitementwelledupinsideofmebutwere
quicklyreplacedbynervousnesswhenNatestoodup.Bereftofhisbodyheat,Ilongedfor
thefeelofhimnexttomeagain.Asifreadingmymind,hequicklypulledmeupfromthe
couchandintohisarms.

Hecapturedmylipsinanotherkiss,andasheslowlyloweredmetothefloor,hepulled
offmyshirtandsportsbra.ItwasaneattrickandonethatIwantedtoreplicateonhim.I
reachedoutanddancedmyfingersalonghiswaistbandtogetholdofhisshirt,then
yankeditupoverhishead.

Mymovesweren’tasswift,buttofinallyseethemuscleshehadkepthiddenthiswhole
timewaslikeopeningupanewworld.Myeyespracticallypoppedoutofmyheadandit
tookeverythingIhadtoresisttheurgetobouncemyfingersoffhispecs.

Natesawmyexpression,grabbedmyhand,andheadedforthedoor.Aswewaltzed
throughthefoyerandupthecurvedstairway,herippedatourclothingtomakesurewe
didn’thavetowasteanymoretime.Whenwereachedthelanding,Ilookoverandsaw
ourclothingstrewneverywherebelow.

HeledmepasttheroomIstayedinthenightbeforeinfavorofthelargemasterbedroom
hehadshownmeonourearliertour.Ididn’thavetimetotakeinthedecorwhenhelifted
meupandtossedmeonthebed.

Isawhimstandingovermewithawolfishexpressionthatmademypussyslickwithneed.
Amomentlater,hegrabbedmyanklesandyankedmetowardstheedgeofthebedsofast
IhadtograbholdtomakesureIdidn’tslideoff.Heleanedforward,inchingslowlyuntilI
couldseetheglintinhiseye.

"So,"hisvoicewasthickwithneed,"areyousureaboutthis?"

HewassocloseIcouldfeelhiscocknudgeagainstme.Iwantedthissomuchandreached
outtograbhim.Ofcourse,hehadotherplansinmind.

Hiseyessparkledatmeashebeganhismission.Iwatchedwithundisguiseddesireashe
kissedandlickedhiswaydownmybody.Hestoppedatmybreaststosuckleonfirstone
thentheothertenderbud,nippingateachuntiltheyached.Iwasalreadysowet,Iwasn’t
sureIcouldholdoutanylonger.I’msurehecouldtellbecauseadirtygrinliftedthe
cornerofhismouthbeforehecontinuedlower.

Hereachedtheedgeofthebedthenslidoffandkneltbetweenmythighs.Iwasexcited
andterrifiedofwhathewasgoingtodonext.Hegentlyspreadmylegsbeforelickinghis
lipsandloweringhisheadbetweenmythighs.

Icurledmyfingersintothecoverletonthebedasthetipofhistonguetrailedupanddown
alongmyslit.WhenIwhimperedunderneathhim,hedoubledhisefforts,slipping
forcefullyupanddownbeforepushingagainstmytightopening.

Itwasamazing.

Iwantedhimdeeperinsidemebutheignoredmydemandsinfavoroffocusingonmy
sensitivespot.Itwasn’tuntilIdugmyfingersintohishairandbeggedhimforreleasethat

herelented.

Ittookjustoneflickofhistongue.That’sallittookformetoIdropmyheadbackand
shutmyeyessotightthatIsawstars.Overandoveragainheteasedmeintosubmission
andIcriedoutasmybodyexplodedunderhisexperttouch.

IwasfloatingthroughthefirstofmyaftershocksbeforeIwasabletospeak.Myvoice
wasraggedasIpleadedwithhim."Iwantyouinsideofme,"IwhisperedasI
reachedouttograbhimandpullhimnear,"Ineedyourightnow."

"Absolutely,"hemurmuredashepositionedmeinthecenterofthebed.

Natetookhimselfinhandandpressedagainstmysex,justlikehehaddonewithhis
tonguemomentsbefore.Slowlyhedrewhimselfupanddownalongmyslit,coatingit
withmyjuices.Whenhethrustagainstmytendernub,mybodyjerkedagainsthim.He
justgroanedandthrustagain.

Withonefinalthrust,hesliddowntomyopening.Hisvoicewasheavywithdesirewhen
hespoke."Nowit’smyturn."

Myentirebodystilledashepushedagainstmyopening.Thepressurewasintenseashe
pressedthehugeheadagainstmytinycrevice,butalmostimmediatelythemuscleyielded
tohisdemands.TherewasatinypinprickashequicklyslippedinsideasIcriedout
againsttheinvasion.

"Baby,relax,"hegroanedandslidindeeper,myslicknesseasinghisjourney.

"You’resobig,"Icriedoutandwrappedmyarmsaroundhim.

"You’rejustsofuckingtight."HisgravellyvoiceshotthroughmeandIbegan
tofeelanowfamiliartugginginmycoreashesunkin,slowlystretchingmetofithissize.
Itwaspainfulanddeliciousallatthesametime.

Littlebylittlehepushedinsideandstoppedonlywhenhereachedmywomb.Theglorious
feelingofbeingcompletelyfilledbyhimwasoverwhelmingandwestayedlikethatfora
momenttosavorthefeeling.Hislipscapturedmineinasearingkissandrespondedin
kind.

Afteramomenthepulledout-slowlyandcarefully-leavingonlyhisthickheadtrapped
insideme.Hisabsenceleftbehindadullacheandmymusclesgrippedhimtightlyand
triedtopullhimbackinside.Heobligedandslidbackin-slowanddeep.

"Youfeelamazing,"Nategrowledrightbeforehepulledoutagain.

Ihadopenedmymouthtospeakwhenheplungedforwardandinsertedhisfulllengthinto
meinonefluidsweep.Thesensationwasoverwhelming.Everyinchofhimfilledme.
Stretchedme.Itwasamazingallright,andIletoutalowmoanofappreciation.

Hechuckledagainstmylipsandpulledoutagain,fasterthistime,beforethrustingback
inside.Witheachthrust,Iseemedtotightenaroundhimevenmore.Everymuscleinmy
bodytensedashepushedinagain,evendeeperthistime,fillingmemorethanIthought
possible.

Hebegantomovefaster,thrustingdeepthenpullingoutjustasquickly.Witheachthrust,
Iclampedtighteraroundhim.Icouldn’tgetenoughofhim.

Quicker.Deeper.Faster.Harder.Hisrhythmicgruntsfilledmyears.

Hewasontopofme.Aroundme.Insideme.Ibreathedinhisairandinhaledhismusky
scent.Icouldn’tgetenoughofhim.

Hemoaned,deepandlong,asheburiedhimselfinsideofmeandthenanintenseshudder
ravagedhisbody.

Histhickcockpulsedashestakedhisclaimonmeandmyownscreamofecstasyripped
frommylungstojoinhim.

Thesuddenreleasetookmybysurpriseasitrippedthroughmybodyandsentmeto
anotherplaceandtime.Iclosedmyeyesandheardhimgruntashecontinuedtospill
himselfdeepinsideofme.

Mybodyspasmedaroundhim.Gripping.Squeezing.Milkingeverydropofpleasurefrom
hisbody.HewasmineandIdidn’twanttoletgo.

HepulledoutslowlyandImewedmydispleasureattheloss.Asherolledoff,hegathered
meupinhisarms,andpulledmeclosetohischest."Olivia,"hemurmured
intomyhairashedozedoff,"Idon’tknowwherethisisgoing,butwhereveritis,I
wantyoubymyside."

Itwasperfect,itwasbliss,andIcouldn’twaitforthenexttime.

Nate

"Ms.Burgess,"Icalledoutcasually,"amomentplease."I
watchedherleanovertohugherfriendTimgoodbyeandtheangerwelledupinsideofme
again.IthadbeenamonthsinceshemovedintomyhouseandtheonlythingIwould
changewouldbehermalefriends.

Sheshotmeawrysmileinanattempttoplacatemyanger.Whenwegothomelater,I
wouldshowherhowshecouldplacateme.Ithadbeenthesameeveryweekafterstudy
groupwithhermakingmejealousandmetakingherhomeandwipingtheideaofany
othermanfromhermind-andherbody.

Timattemptedtopullherintohislapandmyeyesnarrowedinonhimlikeafalcongoing
inforthekill.

"Olivia,"Ibarked,"now."

Oliviaside-swipedhisadvancesandgaveabackwardgoodbyewavetotherestofthe
groupbeforesaunteringovertome.

Damn,Ilovedhersaunter.

"ProfessorDalton,"shecalledout,"didyoufindthatbook
recommendationforme?"

"Sly,"Iwhisperedasshegotcloseenough,"IwonderifTimwantsthat
recommendationtoo."

Sherolledhereyesandwavedherhandatthethought."Foryour
information,"shetoldmesnidely,"Itoldhimtokeephislaptohimself
."

IchuckledatthatoneandglancedoveratTim,sittinginthechair,lookingdejected.Good.
Servesthelittlefuckerright.

"So,meetyououtsideinafew?"

Inoddedasshemadeherwaypastherthrongofadmirersandtriedtotampdownthe
jealousy.Iwasn’thavingmuchluckwhenmyphonealertedmetoatextmessage.

Can’twaittoseeyouthisSaturdaynight.-GM

Shit,inalltheexcitementwithOlivia,IcompletelyforgotaboutSaturdaynight.Igrabbed
mylaptopandshoveditintomybagbeforeheadingoutthedoor.BythetimeIgottomy
car,mythumbsweretiredfromtexting.

IpulledtothefrontofthebuildingintimetoseeOliviabouncingupanddowntokeep
warm.Iunlockedthecarandshejumpedin.

"Whatthehell,"sheyelledout,"whattookyousolong?It’sfreezingout
here."

"Well,Timlookedsolonely,"Ijoked,"IthoughtIwouldtakehislapfor

aspin."

"Oh,fuckyou,"shelaughedandrubbedherhandsinfrontoftheheater.
"butreally,whathappened?"

"Well,"Ihesitated,notsurehowthiswasgoingtogo.Sinceshemovedinwe
hadbeeninanintimatebubbleofschoolandsex-partlybecauseIcouldn’tgetenoughof
her,butalsobecausewecouldn’tgopublicwithourrelationship."Thereisthis
partyonSaturday."

"AkeggeratAlphaPhi?"Sheraisedhervoicetoasqueakandadded,
"ohmygod,it’sgoingtobesofresh!"

"No,"Ilaughed,"it’smygrandparent’sdiamondanniversary."
Beforeshecouldask,Iadded,"that’s75andit’stheothergrandparents."

"Oh,"shelookedabitdejectedbutdidherbesttohideit."Well,have
fun."

"Actually,Iwashopingyouwouldgowithme."

"Oh-well-umm…Yeah,Iwouldloveto."Olivia’sfingerstwistedthescarf
aroundherfingerswhileIdrove.Itwasacoupleofblocksbeforeshefinallyspokeagain,
"I’mthinkingadiamondanniversarypartyisgoingtobeonthefancyside."

"Yes,"IanswereddistractedlyasImaneuveredmywaythroughtraffic,
"they’rehavingitatthecastle."

"Theyownacastle?"

"No,"Ichuckledathershriek,"they’rehavingitatavenuecalledthe
castle.They’reinvitingeveryonetheyknowandI’mprettysureacouplehundredthat
theydon’tknow."Iwasnegotiatingadog-eat-dogintersectionandwasn’tfully
payingattentiontowhatshewassaying-orratherwhatshewasnotsaying.

"Nate,Iwouldlovetogowithyou,butIreallydon’tthinkmymini-dresswouldbe
appropriate."

"Ilovethatdress,"Igrowled,"itslidesoffsoeasily."

Oliviablushedandhidherfaceinherhands."That’snothelpful,"she
lamented,"Idon’twanttoembarrassyouinfrontofyourfamily.

Ipulledthecarintoanemptyparkingspotandturnedtogivehermyfullattention.
"Babe,youcouldneverembarrassme."

"EvenifIshowedupatyourgrandparents75thweddinganniversarylookinglikea
stripper?"

"Oh,"Isighed,"mygrandfatherwouldlovethatIgothimastripper…
mygrandmother,notsomuch."

"Nate-"

"Howaboutwejustgetyousomethingappropriatetowear,"Iinterruptedand
pointedtothestorefrontofanupscaledressshop.Afterafewminutesofnegotiations

abouthowshethoughtIshouldn’tandmycorrectionthatIshould,wemadeourwayto
thestorewherearathersnootysalesladypulledoutallthestops.

"Well,theladymusthavethecorrectfoundationtogowithsuchcouture,"
MissMadelinewasharanguingOliviaaftershebalkedatthepriceofabraandpantyset.
Personally,IthoughtsheshouldhavegottenitinmultiplecolorsandgaveanodtoMiss
Madelinetoindicatesuch.

Olivialookedlikeshewasfastapproachingtheendofherropewiththewholeaffairand
motionedformetofollowherintothechangingroom.Assoonaswegotinthere,she
turnedonme.

"Whatareyoudoing?"Shewaspacinginsidetheprivateroom,andIcould
seeangryOliviareflectedinmultiplemirrors.

"Nate,youcan’tjustbuymestuff,"shehuffedandIwonderedwhatitwould
beliketostripherbareinaroomfilledwithmirrors.Icouldn’tkeepmyeyesoffthe
multipleviewsthemirrorspresentedtome.Itwasintoxicating.Shewasintoxicating.

"Areyouevenlisteningtome?"Withahuff,shestartedpullingoffthedress
shehadbeentryingon.Thatgotmyattention.

Shehadbeenabletopullthezipperdownpartwayandturnedtomeforassistance.I
reachedouttoslidethezipperdownthelengthofherandreveledinthewayitexposed
hersilkyskinunderneath.Asshesteppedoutofthedressandputinbackonthehanger,I
mademyselfathomeonanearbysofatowatchtheshow.

Oliviawasstillpacingbackandforth,butwithherhighheelsandthenewbraandpanty
setitwasmorelikeaVictoriaSecretshow.Butprivate.Justforme.Everyonceinawhile
herpacingwouldturnintothesexysaunterthatIlovedsomuchandIcouldn’twaitfor
hertoangrilyripofftherestofherclothes.

Atonepointshereacheduptospinherhairintoabun,andthewayherbreastsbounced
whenshethrewherheadbackhadmydickhammeringagainstmypants.Ileanedbackto
givemyselfsomeroomandclaspedmyhandsbehindmyhead.Thisshowwasworth
everypennyIwasgoingtospendattheregister.

"Whatwillpeoplethink?"Sheaskedasshereachedbacktounclaspthebra.I
wastornbetweentheonemirrorthathighlightedherbreastsandtheonethatfocusedon
herass.Iwasping-pongingbackandforthbetweenthetwowhenshesatdownonmylap
forassistancewiththeclasp."Whatthehellisthisthingmadeof?"

Islidmyfingersupherbackandflickedtheclaspopenwithoutmucheffort.Isawher
breastsbounceasIdidso,andIreachedaroundtocupthem.Thesightofmyhands
moldedtoherbreastslikeherpersonalbrafulfilledeveryteenagefantasyIhadeverhad.I
leanedforwardtokissherbackwhilesheremovedthelingerieandfoldeditintoadelicate
pile.

"Imean,"shecontinuedherrant,"Idon’tevenknowhowtheygetthe
nerve."I’mnotevensuresherealizedwhatIwasdoing.

Shemovedtogetup,andItooktheopportunitytoslidemyfingersdownherbodyand
hitchthemintothewispoffabricthestoreconsideredpanties.Asshestoodfrommylap,I

slidthepantiesoverherass,downherlegs,andthenheldthemwhileshesteppedoutof
them.Cladonlyinherhighheeledpumps,shetookthepantiesandtossedthemontothe
counter.

Ialmostshoutedbravowhentheylandedontopofthefoldedbra.Instead,Iwentbackto
watchingtheshow,ineveryanglethatmyhungryeyescouldcatch.

Afterafewminutes,shecaughtsightofmywickedgrinandcameovertoinvestigate.As
shegotcloseenoughtoreachforher,Ipulledherdownontopofme.Shelandedwithher
legsoneithersideofmine.ItwaslikeshewasallsaddledupandreadytogoandI
reachedbacktocupherassandpullhercloser.

"Haveyoubeenlisteningtome?"

"No,"IsaidrightbeforeIleanedforwardtosuckleonherbreast.

"Ohmygod,Nate,"shehissedassherealizedwhatwashappening,"we
can’t.Nothere.Someoneisgoingtocomein!"

Ichuckledasmytonguecircledhernipple."Nobodyiscomingin,"Iassured
herbeforemovingontoherotherbreast.Icaughtaglimpseofherreflectionandsawher
botharchherbacktothrustherbreaststowardsmeanddropherheadbackinpurebliss.I
redoubledmyeffortandslidonehandaroundtoworkherclit.

Innotimeatall,shewasbuckingagainstmelookingforherrelease.Evenwithmy
clotheson,Iwasn’tthatfarbehindher.Whenshereacheddowntounzipmypants,I
thoughtIwasgoingtoexplode.

Withabitofmaneuvering,mycockwasfreedonlytobeswallowedupbyherwetpussya
momentlater.Shetookmeinhardwithoneswiftstroke,andIhadtocontrolmyselfsoI
wouldn’tcomebeforeher.

TheliveversionofwildOliviawasamazing,butwatchingherridemefromsomany
differentangleshadmyeyesgluedtothemirrors.Icouldseeherpussyswallowmewhole
inonemirrorandwatchhertitsbouncerhythmicallyinanother.Iwanteditall.Allofit.
Allofher.

Iclosedmyeyestostayoffmyreleaseandgraspedherhandswhenshepressedthemto
mychestforsupport.AmomentlatershecriedoutherreleaseandIimmediatelyfollowed
herthroughthegatesofpurebliss.

Shepumpedupanddownonmeafewtimesbeforecollapsingagainstmychest,breathing
heavyandspent.

"Well,I’lltellyouonething,"IwhisperedwhenIwasabletoregainmy
voice,"weredefinitelygettingthatbraandpantyset."

Olivia

I feltlikeroyaltywalkingintotheAnniversarypartywithNate.Iwaswearingsomefancy
designerdressandhisnowfavoritelingerie,butmostofall,IhadNateonmyarm.The
sexiestaccessoryever.

"Nathanial,"anelderlywomancalledoutandtheseaofguestspartedinfront
ofherasshehobbledovertoNate.

"Gamma,"hecalledoutbeforebendingovertoenvelopeherinawarm
embrace."HappyAnniversary!"

"Ohmyboy,"hisGammagushed,"sogoodyoucouldmakeit."

BeforeNatehadachancetointroduceus,sheturnedandsizedmeup."So,"
sheeyedmecritically,"youmustbethisOliviaI’vebeenhearingabout."

"Yes,Mrs.Dalton,"Istammered,asshegavemetheonce-over.Iwasnot
expectingsuchafrankappraisal.

"Ok,"sheannounced,"You’lldo."

NatecoveredhismouthtokeepfromlaughingwhileIjuststoodthereinshock.
"Well,thankyou,"Imurmured,unsurewhattosayinresponse.

"Gamma,"Natethreatened,"let’snotscareherawaybeforeyougetto
knowher."

"Oh,"sheshushedhimawaywithawaveofherhand,"youlikeher,
that’sallthatreallymatters."

"Well,I’mgladtohearthat,"Natelaughed.

"You’llbringhertolunchnextweekandI’llreallygetthemeasureofher."
Shewavedherfingerbetweenthetwoofusasshespoke,"Tuesday,that’sagood
day."

"Gamma,"Nateinterrupted,"I’mnotsureifTuesd-"

"Oh,I’lljusttextyou,"shedecidedandthenpickedupthesmartphonethat
washangingaroundherneckonagoldchain."Siri,"shecalledout,
"textNathanial."Amomentlatersherelayedalltheinformationfortheir
lunchdateandorderedthemessagesent.Asecondlater,Nate’sphonedinged.

"There,"shesaidwithsomefinality,"nowyouhavetheinfo."

"Thanks,Gamma,"Natelaughedwithresignationandleanedovertogiveher
ahug.

Shefinishedwithhimandreachedovertogivemeahugaswell.WhenIbentoverforour
embrace,shewhisperedinmyear,"don’tlettheseprimpeduptrophywife
wannabe’sgetinyourhead,"sheadvised,"theyaren’tworthnothingtoyou
andmyboyhere."

"Now,Ihaveothergueststhatwanttowishmewill."

Istaredinshockasshehobbledawaytowardagroupofmenintuxes.Onebyonethey
sawhercomingandfearcreptintotheireyes.

"Wow,"IturnedtoNathan,"Yourgrandmotherisscary,Nathanial
."

"You’retellingme,"helaughedandthengrabbedmyarmandheadedtowards
thebar.

Whenwegottothebar,Itookamomenttolookaroundatthecrowd.Nate’sGamma
wasn’twrongaboutthewomenattheparty.Dozensofwannabetrophywiveswereeyeing
Nateappraisinglyandthrowingdaggersatme.

IwasreadytostepoutoftheirlineofsightwhenNatereachedoutandputhisarmaround
me.Hewasbusyorderingusdrinksandinstinctivelyreachedouttopullmeclose.Afew
ofthewomennarrowedtheireyesatthat-butothersshruggedandmovedontomore
availableprospects.

"Wow,toughcrowd,"Imurmuredtonobodyinparticular.

Asthepartycontinued,IgotsomeinsightintoNatethatIhadn’talreadylearnedfromour
timetogether.Heplayedbasketballincollege,hisnicknameinHighSchoolwasdunk
becausehewastheonlyonetallenoughtodunkthebasketballingymclass,andhehada
wife.

Thatlastonewasadeal-breaker.

IhadjustcomeoutofthepowderroomwhenIspiedatallleggyblondewithherarms
aroundNate.Theywereontheverandahhavingwhatlookedlikeaprivateconversation.
Shewasn’tthefirstwannabewhomadethemovesonNate,soofcourse,Iwentoutto
helphimthwartherplans.BythetimeIgotcloseenoughIrealizedtheyweredeepin
conversationaboutme.

"BeseriousNate,"theleggyblondescoffed,"shedoesn’tbelonghere
."

"That’snotforyoutosay,Angela,"Natedefendedme,"andit’sreally
noneofyourbusiness."

"Whatareyoutalkingaboutnoneofmybusiness?"Angela’sshrillvoice
carriedfartherthansheintendedandcontinuedinahushedtone,"thesearemy
peopleNate.Myfriendsandfamilyarehereandyoubringher?"

"It’smygrandparentsanniversary,"Natespatoutthroughgrittedteeth,
"andI’llbringwhoeverthehellIwant."

TheconversationsoundedalotmoreprivatethanIwascomfortablewith,soIslunkback
intothepartyandhopedIwouldn’tgetcaughtspyingonthem.Amomentlater,Isawhis
UncleTheodoreheadingtothebarandIpulledhimaside,"Excuseme,Theodore-
"

"Theo,please,"heinterrupted,"whoareyouagain?"

"I’mOlivia,"IpointedoutNateandthewomanhewaswithtoTheo,
"DoyouhappentoknowthewomanwithNate?"

"Oh,yeah,"hesaidafterabriefhesitation,"that’sAngela.Abeautythat
one,"heconfidedbeforegoingon,"they’vebeenmarriedgoingon.."

Heturnedtooneoftheothermenatthebar,"HeyFrank,howlonghaveAngelaand
Natebeenmarried?"

"Geeze,Iwannasaysomewherearound10years?"

"Yeah,"heagreed,"beautyofaweddingthatwas-neveramore
beautifulbridehaveIeverseen."

"Oh,"Iaskedsotherewasn’tanyconfusion,"So,they’restillmarried?
"

"Areyoukiddingme?"Natelaughed,"whyifIhadthatoneonmyarm,
Iwouldneverlethergo.Abeautifulwomanthatonethere.Blissfullyhappythetwoof
them.Thecutestcouplearound."

Ithankedhimforhisassistanceandwenttothecoatcheckandleftwithoutabackward
glanceatNateandhiswife.

Olivia

BoardofTrusteesreviewmeeting12:30

ThecalendaronmyphonedingedwithareminderandIalmosttosseditacrosstheroom,
"Tisha,"Icalledoutinstead,"Doyouhaveanyicecream?"

"Olivia,"sherespondedfrombehindastackofcasefiles,"Itoldyou
before,I’mnotgoingtofacilitateyourdescentinself-pityoveraman."

Tishawaspre-lawandreallyintowomen’sempowermentatthemoment.Itwasannoying
asfuck.

"DidImentionhewasmarried?"

"Yes,"shemurmured,"aboutadozentimes."

So,Iwasn’tgoingtobewinninganyhouseguestprizesatthemoment,butafterfinding
outthatNatewasmarried,Iwentbacktoour-orrathertohishouseandgatheredupmy
things.Tishahelpedmedoalltheappropriatesearchesandindeedhewasmarriedandas
faraswecouldtell,notdivorced.

IfeltlikeIhadbeenrunoverbyatrain.Iwasdoingfineonmyown,takingcareof
myself.ThenNatecameinandthrewoutmylifeandreplaceditwithhis-onlytotake
thatawayagain.

Andnowthisstupidmeeting.Ididn’tknowifitwastosavehisjoborsavemyeducation.
Justasemesterandahalfawayfromgraduationandmylifewasinthetoilet.

Ipulledmyselfoffthecouchandwentintotakeashower.Icouldatleastlook
presentabletomyexecution.

WhenIarrivedattheconferenceroom,Iwasaskedtowaitwhiletheboardattendedto
othermatters.IsatdownandbracedmyselfforthesightofNate.Ihadn’tseenhimsince
theparty.Hehadcalledofcourse,butIhunguponhimuntilhegotthehint.

Sittingherenow,Ididn’tknowwhichwaspullingmystomachintoknotsmore-theidea
thatImightgetkickedoutofschool,orthatIwasgoingtocomefacetofacewithNate.

Thedooropenedsuddenlyandawomancameoutcarryingafolderwithpapers.She
caughtsightofmeandpaused,"Oh,Ms.Burgess,"shewhisperedandclosed
thedoorbehindher,"They’realldonewithyourcase,youcango."Atthat,
sheturnedonherheelandwalkedthroughathickdoormarkedSTAFF.

"Butwhatdoesthatmean?"Icalledafterherretreatingback."Whyam
Ihere?"

Amomentlater,Natesteppedoutoftheboardroomandmybloodrancold.

"Howdareyou,"Istartedandthenthrewupmyhandsathim.

IstartedtowalkawayandNateranafterme."Olivia,"heyelledafterme,
"justhearmeout."

"Nope,Iyelled,"notgonnadoit."

HereachedoutformyarmandIturnedonhim,"Don’teventhinkaboutit."

Nateputhishandsupinsurrenderbeforecontinuing,"Don’tyouwanttohearwhat
happenedinthatmeeting?"Hehadafolderinhishandsthatheslappedagainsthis
leg.Iwantedtoknowifthatfolderincludedanythingonme.

"Doesitaffectme?"

Natepointedtoanemptyconferenceroomandwewentinsideforsomeprivacy.

"IshouldhavetoldyouaboutAngela,"Natesaidassoonasthedoorwas
closed.

"Yathink?"Ishotback.

"Ididn’tknowhowtotellyou.Youhavetounderstand,"hepleaded,
"we’veknowneachotherforyears,wegrewuptogether,ourfamiliesare
intertwined."

"So,areyoulikecousinsorsomething?"

"No,"Natestartedtolaughbutonelookatmyexpressionstoppedhimcold.

"Wedidthewhole-justoutofcollege,gonnamaketheparentshappy,jointhe
familiestotakeovertheworld-thing."Natehadthisaweshuckslookabouthim
thatIwasn’tinterestedinseeing.

"Delightful,"Ispatathim.

"Angelaismyex-wifenow,"Natetossedafileonthedeskandthedivorce
decreeslippedout."Iknowyoudon’thaveanyreasontotrustme,butIhopeyou
will."

Itookoutthepapersandnoticedthedecreewasdatedyesterday."Whynow?"
Iaskedhim,pointingoutthedate.

"Itwastime,"heexplained,"AngelaandIhaven’t’beentogetherfor
years,she’sbeeninNewYorkandI’vebeenanywhereelse."Natehadtoldmeallof
theplaceshelivedbutnevermentionedNewYork."Weneverbotheredtogeta
divorcebecausetherewasneveranyreasonto."

Myjawdroppedathisstatement,Idon’tthinkIfeltlessimportantinmyentirelife.

Helookedatmyfaceandamendedhisstatement,"untilnow.IcontactedAngelaa
monthagoaboutadivorce.Themorningafteryoumovedin."

Thatwouldhavebeenthemorningbeforewefirstslepttogether.NotsomethingIwould
easilyforget."Whatdoesthishavetodowiththatboardmeeting?"Hewas
wearingmedownandIwasn’treadytobeworndownjustyet.

"AngelafiguredifIwaslookingforadivorceafterallthistimeshecouldgetsome
leverageonmeforabettersettlement."

"I’mguessingIwasthatleverage?"IknewIhatedthatbitch.

"Yes,"hesighed,"Shethreatenedtogototheboardwithour
relationshipandruinmycareerandgetyouexpelled."

Isatdowninoneoftheconferenceroomchairsandputmyheadinmyhands."So,
I’mguessingshedid?"

"No,"Natewhispered,"Idid."Heopenedupthefolderandpulled
outasecondsheetofpaper-hisresignation.

"Icamecleanandtoldthemeverything-well,noteverything,"heexplained,
"butenoughsothatyouwouldn’tgetexpelled."Hereachedouthishandto
covermineandIdidn’tpullaway.

"Youwereagoodteacher,"Ioffered.

"Youwereagreatstudent,"hereturned.

"So,whatnow,"Iasked.

"Backtotheprivatesectorforme,"hewhispered,"I’mmoreconcerned
withwhathappenstous.Iloveyou,Olivia.IhavesincethemomentImetyou.Iwould
doanythingforyou."

"Yougaveupyourcareerforme."Itwasn’taquestion,Ihadthewrittenproof
infrontofme.

"Yes,"heanswered."Iwouldgiveitallupforasecondchancewith
you.Canyougivemethatchance?"

Ilookedintohiseyesandbelievedhewastellingthetruth.Thereweretearsinmyeyesas
Iansweredhim"Yes,"Isaid,"Yes,Icandothat."

Epilogue

~YEARSLATER~

"DeanDalton,"theintercombuzzedasmyassistantJanetdisembodiedvoice
interruptedareviewofthenewsciencelab,"ProfessorDaltonisheretoseeyou
."

"Thankyou,Janet,sendhiminplease."

Natewalkedthroughthedoorwithachubbytoddlerof14monthsinhisarms.
"Look,Joshua,"Natecalledout,"It’sGamma!"

JoshuabouncedupanddowninNate’sarmsandIreachedouttotakethetoddlerfrom
him.Hewasthefirstchildofoursecondbornsonandthestartofanewgenerationof
Daltons.

"Whataspecialtreatthisis,"Icalledoutasmygrandsonleanedintogiveme
asloppywetkiss.Nateleanedoverandgavemehisown-muchlesssloppy-kiss.Even
afteralltheseyears,justlookingathimsetmyheartaflutter.

IlookedoveratNateandsawhimgivemeawickedsmile.Readingmymindasalways.

"So,"NateleanedintotakelittleJoshuafromme."Iwasthinkingwe
couldtakeyououttolunchandthenmaybehomeforalittlenap?"

Hisexaggeratedwinkleftmeinstitches.Hishairwasnowsaltandpeppergrayandhis
bonesachedwhenitrained,buthestillhadarockin’hotbodandwasamonsterbetween
thesheets.

"IthoughtyouhadthatmeetingwithHongKongthisafternoon,"afterhis
professorgigendedathisgrandparent’s75thweddinganniversary,hewentbacktothe
privatesectorwithnewplansonhowhecouldchangetheworld.

Betweenhisworkathisfamilycompanyandhisworld-widenon-profitorganizations,he
didsomestellarwork.Soimpressivethathespenthissparetimeteachingothersabouthis
missionasavisitingfellowattheuniversity.

"Nope,"hescoffed,"Icanceledthattospendtimewithmygrandson
."

"Well,Ineedafewminutes,"IlaughedasNatemadesillyfacestokeephis
grandsonentertained."HowaboutImeetyouinourspotin15?"

"Perfect,"hepositionedJoshuasohecouldseewheretheyweregoing,
"thatgivesmeachancetoshowlittleJoshuaaroundtheplace."

Hestartedtowalkoutthedoorandthenquicklyturnedback."Hey,"he
pointedtoourgrandchild,"canyoubelievewemadethis."

"Well,"Ichuckled,"IthinkMichealandAliciahadalittletodowithit
too."

"Yeah,sure,"hescoffed,"butwithoutyougivingmeasecondchance,
mylifewouldbeincomplete."

"Don’teverforgetthatIloveyou,"hesaidashebouncedthetoddlerinhis
armswhileheclosedthedoor.

"I’llneverforget,"Iwhispered,"andIloveyoutoo."

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