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TILF: You dropped my class.
Me: You dropped my piano lessons.
TILF: I have something for you. Can I come by?”
Whoa. What?
Me: My apartment?
TILF: If you’re home.
Oh god, I need advice. When I look up from my phone, Serena is watching me, and I tilt my head for her to join me. I have to send something back and all I can manage is…
Me: Hold please.
“Who put that smile on your face?” Serena says, and I shush her, pulling her aside.
The words spill out of my mouth lightning fast. “Okay, I need advice. I’m crazy about this guy and I don’t know what to do. He’s older, like late twenties, and he’s my econ teacher, well, he was before I dropped the class, and he also runs the Adulting Club that I stopped attending. Mainly because I threw coffee all over him and then petted his crotch. Oh, and I’ve been teaching him piano and volunteering at the nursing home where his grandmother lives. I kissed him during a piano lesson, and he ran away and never came back but now he’s texting that he has something for me and wants to come over, and I don’t know what to do!”
Before this moment, I wasn’t sure Serena could be shocked, but her eyes are a mile wide. She takes a step back and gapes at me. “You…wait.” She rubs her forehead with her fingers. “I think I caught most of that. You’ve been fucking around with your teacher?”
“He’s not my teacher anymore! And I just kissed him is all. Other than that, we just…talk.”
“Is he married?”
“What? No!”
“Sorry, if he was willing to mess with a student, I had to ask.”
“He wasn’t willing. That’s why he ran away and quit piano.”
Laughter and voices come from behind us, but neither of us bother to see what’s going on. Judging by the shouts, the guys are doing something stupid.
Serena grins at me. “You like him?”
“Yes, I don’t know why. There’s something…there…I haven’t felt before.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks when I lower my voice. “He’s the starter penis I want. I mean, I want more than his penis, but ugh, I don’t know. He’s waiting on me to text him back!”
Serena shrugs. “Invite him to the party and see how it goes.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I have an insane urge to throw it like it’s going to bite me. “Oh, he’s calling.”
Serena sees TILF on the screen. “You put him in as ‘teacher I’d like to fuck?’ Oh yes, invite him over. I need to meet this guy.”
Stepping away, I swallow hard before answering. “Um, hi.”
“Hi, happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” A roar of laughter comes from the group around the fire pit, and I walk a little farther away.
“Are you having a party?”
“Yeah, my roommates threw it for me. Do you…want to come by?” As soon as the words are out, I can’t stop myself. “You don’t have to. It’s a bunch of people, most of my neighborhood. It’s kind of crazy and Owen is here, you know, from Adulting Club and he’ll recognize you so—"
“Kelly,” he interrupts, amusement in his voice. “Doyouwant me to come?”
Yes, and I want to watch your face when you do.The only thing I ever did with Stanley was give him a few hand jobs. The face he made when he came was so ugly and squished up, I had a hard time not laughing. What would Mr. Aldrich—Layton—look like?
“Yes.” It comes out as little more than a whisper.