His hand slips under my skirt and he rubs me through my panties. I close my eyes as I succumb to this magical sensation that causes me to quiver and shake. With his other hand, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He rubs it against my panties, leaving me longing to feel it inside me. I’m ready. I’ve never felt so ready for anything in my life, but the bell rings and people start milling around. Cursing under his breath, he lets me go and zips his pants.
“When can I see you again?” I whisper.
“I can’t keep doing this,” he mumbles and walks away.
I try to understand the battle he’s fighting but it isn’t fair. He needs to see that I would never do anything to jeopardize his career or reputation. I don’t want to ruin him. I just want to be with him. Why does this have to be so hard for him? It’s just a shot in the dark, but maybe the answer is in the question. Maybe I just need to tell him.
5
PACING A HOLE IN THE FLOOR
ANTHONY
Taking Aria’s phone number from her student file was a huge mistake. Now, three drinks later I’m making tracks in my carpet, pacing in circles with my phone in my hand. What could I possibly say if I make this phone call? Hey, little girl. I had a great time feeling you up in the library. Do you want to do it again? No, but I could call to apologize for my behavior even though I don’t regret it for a second.
As someone who lives his life following the rules, I should feel guilty for what happened. But dammit, I don’t. Not even one bit. If I could turn back time, the only thing I’d do differently is get to the library earlier so we wouldn’t be interrupted.
With an exasperated sigh, I dial the number. As the phone rings, I tell myself that I’m acting like a fool. I don’t get tied up in knots over women or anyone for that matter. They only distract me from work, and I don’t like being distracted. But with Aira… It feels different. I don’t hate the distraction. I’m fucking welcoming it.
I’m about to hang up when I hear her voice on the other end of the call.
“Hello?”
“Hello, I’m calling for Aria Kane.”
“This is Aria Kane. Professor Arrabella, is that you?”
“Yes, hello Aria.”
“Oh my god, hi. I almost didn’t answer. Nobody ever calls the landline. I figured you were a telemarketer or something.”
“Sorry, I don’t have your cell phone number. This is the number in your student file.”
“Yeah, because my mother doesn’t want the school disturbing her in her cell when she’s attending shows and parties. Nice, right? Anyway, I’m glad you called, but what can I do for you?”
“I…I just wanted to talk about what happened today.” Should I be doing this? What if she’s recording the conversation? But no. She won’t do that. “Do you know what I’m referring to?”
“Of course I do. I was there, remember? It was nice.”
“Nice? Well, I was actually calling to apologize.”
“For what? Do you think you did something wrong?”
“Maybe this was a bad idea. Forget it. I’m just sorry, that’s all.”
“Listen, maybe we could talk in person. I have something I’d like to discuss with you anyway.”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please. Let’s just see each other face to face and clear the air. It’s the mature thing to do, isn’t it?”
“Are you schooling me on maturity, little girl?” Oh, damn. Why did I call her that? Coming from my mouth, it sounds…almost salacious.
“Little girl? I like the sound of that,” she giggles. “Please come see me. I’m home all alone. You don’t even need to come inside. We can sit out by the pool and talk.”
I know I shouldn’t because it’s a bad idea all around, but I want to see her. Alarm bells are ringing in my head, but I ignore every single one of them. This is the first time I’ve ever done something that feels good. And fuck it, Aria makes me feel good.
No matter how I try to rationalize, I was hoping she’d say something like this if I called.
