Page 22 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter twenty-one

Horny and Desperate, Party of One?

Michelle

W ow.

The first time I've had sex in over a decade.

And holy shit, it was incredible. I was so worried about Dane not living up to my expectations, but he proved me wrong in every way imaginable.

He and I have only known each other a week, yet I felt more of a connection with him than I’ve ever felt with anyone.

You’d never guess that it was our first time doing it.

I’ m currently in his king-sized bed, waiting for him to come back from throwing away the condom. I’m lying naked, completely exposed, but I don’t care. He’s already seen it all at this point. Half an hour ago, he had his face buried between my thighs. I feel way more comfortable than I did before.

Dane comes walking back in, tattoos on full display and dick swinging between his legs. Even soft, it’s pretty impressive.

“Hey,” he greets with a smile before joining me back in bed.

“Hi.”

He hands me a cold bottle of water, and I chug half of it down. I guess the sex made me thirstier than I thought.

After I hand the bottle back and he sets it on the nightstand, he turns his attention back to me. He scoots closer, prompting me to get comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“More than okay. That was…just wow.”

“No fucking joke. You were amazing.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But I’m not sure that I did much. You did the majority of the work.”

“Nah.” He kisses the top of my head.

“What time is it?” I ask.

He reaches over to grab his phone to take a quick glance. “It’s only 4:30. Seems so much later. You said you don’t have to be home today?”

“Nope. I’m all yours until tomorrow.”

“Damn, I’m a lucky man. What do you want to do the rest of the day?”

“Hmm,” I ponder. “Well, I’d definitely like to do more of the sex. Lots more. But I’m going to need some food pretty soon.”

As if it can hear me talking about it, my stomach lets out a loud growl.

“Come on, beautiful,” Dane says. “Let’s get you some food.”

He stands up off the bed and puts his sweatpants back on. With no underwear on, his dick shows even more predominantly through the thin gray fabric.

Stop staring at it, Michelle.

I stand up to join him. I ask, “Do you care if I keep wearing your t-shirt? It’s super comfortable.”

"Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“On if you want me to rip it off of you later before I fuck you again.”

Oh, I’m definitely wearing the shirt.

***

“Dane, you know all of this isn’t necessary,” I say to him from his couch.

“I know no such thing.”

I turn my head to see him busying himself in the kitchen. There is only a half wall that separates the kitchen and the living room, so I have a good view of him.

“I can come help you,” I offer.

“Nope. You’re going to sit there on that couch with your ankle up. We don’t want it to swell and get worse.”

“Dane, we just fucked. I’m fine.”

“Our fucking didn’t have you walking on your bum ankle. And I was careful not to irritate it.”

“And you did a great job. It’s barely bothering me at all, so you don’t have to cook for me or show me any special attention.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Let’s not do anything to make it worse. Why don’t you pick us something to watch?”

After I reach for the remote, I have to readjust the ice pack on my ankle. Then, I start flipping through Netflix, trying to pick something decent.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“Whatever you want. I’m not picky. I’ll watch anything.”

I scroll through for a few more minutes before settling on the horror movie we started earlier. From what I saw, it was actually pretty good. Other things we were doing just happened to be better. And hopefully, in a little while, we can get back to those things.

Geez, I have sex once, and I’m already craving it again. Maybe it’s merely because Dane is so good at it.

Part of me wondered if after we were done, things would be awkward. That’s been the case with almost all of my previous experiences. Hell, after the first time I did it, I’m a little surprised I ever did it again.

I’m a little startled when Dane asks, “What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

Feeling like the real answer would be super weird, I blurt, “Uh, dogs.”

I look back at Dane who cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Dogs?”

“Yes. Dogs are adorable.”

“They are.” He walks over to me and hands me a plate with a delicious looking sandwich. “Sorry I didn’t have a ton in the way of groceries, but I make a hell of a grilled cheese.”

“I love grilled cheese,” I say, hoping he’s going to let our previous topic go.

“So, why don’t you tell me what you were really thinking about?”

Damn.

When I look at him, he adds, “You’re really not a very good liar.”

“It’s dumb,” I tell him.

“I’m sure it’s not. But even if it is, tell me anyway.”

“I was thinking about after you and I had sex, there was no awkwardness.” I take a bite of my sandwich, and it’s freaking delicious.

‘I don’t think that’s dumb at all,” he says.

“I’m not done.” I pause a moment. “That got me thinking about how awkward it was the first time I had sex.”

Why the hell am I telling him this?”

He doesn’t seem fazed, though, when he replies with, “Oh, man, I can relate to that.”

“Really? You had an awkward first time?”

“Hey, I have not always been the handsome creature that you see in front of you.” He winks. “What made yours so awkward?”

“You tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine,” I offer.

He crunches a potato chip he picked up off his plate. “Well, I was in high school. It was prom night. I was so nervous that I didn’t even completely take my pants off…or my shirt…or my suit jacket. It was her first time too, and as I’m sure you can attest, first times can be a little messy.”

“Yikes.” I cringe.

“Yeah. My tux looked like a crime scene. And the sex was over in roughly two minutes. I don’t think either of us said a single word or even kissed. I was so embarrassed about my tux that I went and had it dry cleaned the next morning before returning it to the shop.”

“Wow,” I say, unsure of how to respond.

“Yeah. Not my finest moment. Your turn.”

“Well, I was also in high school. We’d been talking about doing it for a while, and we finally set a date.

His parents would leave us home alone in the house while they went grocery shopping.

We were both crazy nervous. I laid in his bed while he actually went into the bathroom to put on not one, but two condoms. He came back and got on top of me.

It hurt so bad I was almost in tears. He told me if I started crying he would stop because he felt so bad.

Now, I know that some foreplay probably could have solved that problem.

But yeah, that was my lovely first time. ”

“Sounds like neither of our experiences were magical.”

I shake my head and take another big bite of my sandwich. “It seems like you’ve gotten over the trauma, though, and gotten pretty good at it.”

He smiles. “Back at you, beautiful. That girl never talked to me again and told all of her friends I was bad in bed, so I decided to up my game to prove her wrong. What about you? What happened to the guy your first time was with?”

I look down at my plate. “Uh, I ended up having a kid with him.”

“Well, damn. Did the sex ever get any better?”

“Not really.” We both start laughing. “Look, Dane, I’ve been with three guys. Well, I guess four now. Before an hour ago, sex was nothing to write home about.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I can change that–or at least try to.”

“You’re already off to a fantastic start.”

Another smile.

As we are finishing our sandwiches, I ask, “So, are you like my boyfriend now? Wow, that sounded less desperate in my head. I just haven’t dated in a long time, and I don’t know what the rules are.”

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” He asks.

“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know.” I say the words so quickly that I don’t give him a chance to reply to any of them.

Instead of jumping in, he waits for me to collect my thoughts and continue.

“I like you, Dane,” I begin. “But I also like my life and my stuff, and I have no idea how to bring someone into that without disrupting things.”

“Understandable.” he finishes the last bite of his sandwich. “So, what do you want to happen from here?”

I take a moment to gather my thoughts so that I don’t sound like a bumbling idiot. “Well, I like the sex. I’d like to keep doing that.”

Great start at not sounding like an idiot, Michelle.

“And I want to keep hanging out when I don’t have my daughter. But I don’t know that I’m ready for more than that. Does that make me sound slutty? I’m not meaning to.”

He chuckles softly. “No, you don’t sound slutty. Not at all. Besides, I don’t think that a woman enjoying sex makes her a slut. Look, Michelle, I’m not asking you for anything here. We can keep hanging out and take things slow. Nothing wrong with that."

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s not a big deal. I want you to be totally comfortable with whatever our arrangement is.”

How is he so great? I swear I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop with him. There’s no way I would get this lucky.

“You’re kind of wonderful,” I say, not realizing how lame I sound until after the fact.

He smiles. “So are you, beautiful.”

“But we can keep having sex, right?”

Horny and desperate, party of one? Your table is ready.

He laughs again. “I can say with complete certainty that we can have sex whenever the fuck you want.”

Thank God.