Seeing as how we’ve spent all of sixty minutes together total, I should probably stop him, but I don’t want to. He seems to notice, and slowly, his hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt, up, up, up, until he’s cupping my sex. My bare, soaking-freaking-wet sex. His eyes widen when he realizes I’m sans panties, and for a moment, I swear the heavens are singing, ready for me to finally reach climax. With one quick swipe on my clit, he teases me then pulls his hand out of my skirt. Standing up straight, he smooths down my clothes.

“And that, Ms. Dawson? How was part two?” He’s grinning down at me, and it’s cocky as hell. As much as I want him to throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me, I find my wits and draw up every part of wannabe sex vixen Lucy Dawson.

“Part two? Oh, you’re getting ahead of yourself, Montgomery. You came extremely close, but in the end, you didn’t successfully fill a single bubble. Better luck next time.”

With that, I pat him on the cheek, move around him, and walk down the hall, knowing he’s watching my ass the whole entire time.

Kale

DIDN’T EVEN fill a fucking bubble. I want to laugh at her, loving how much she’s fulfilling my teacher fantasy, but not a single bubble? I know it’s not exactly a hole, but shouldn’t the clit count for at least five points? I’ve received A pluses with all my clit play, and I’ll be damned if Lucy Dawson hurts my perfect record.

I’m not sure where she thinks she’s going, so I follow her down the hall. Finding her in my kitchen, I watch as she rummages through my refrigerator just making herself at home. She’s bent over, and I can see her ass sticking out. My cock spasms at the memory of feeling her bare pussy under that sexy-as-hell skirt.

“What are you doing, Lucy?” I ask, reverting back to normal, knowing we might as well get to know each other a little before jumping right into the sack. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about come and dump, but something about Lucy lets me know that she’s worthy of a little more than that. She’s sassy, sweet, sarcastic. Exactly the kind of chick I like to hang out with.

She almost breaks my heart when she stands up, her skirt covering her sweet ass. “Well, I’m assuming we’re not going out, and I just worked my ass off dancing to Latin songs in my living room. My stomach’s about to eat itself, and I assure you, that won’t be a pleasant experience. Therefore, I’m raiding your fridge, seeing what I can make.”

To be honest, I planned on us going out to grab a bite to eat before hitting the sheets, but when she showed up on my porch wearing that sexy outfit, I knew there was no way I was taking her out in public.

“We’ll order takeout,” I tell her, keeping it plain and simple.

“Maybe I don’t want takeout,” she replies, challenging me. She places a small hand on her hip, jutting it out, waiting for me to respond. I can see the cute, brown freckle on the tip of her nose, and she bites her lower lip as she tries to suppress a grin.

“Maybe you’re in my home and we’ll do what I damn well please,” I growl, trying to gauge just how far I can push her buttons.

Her eyes grow wide, and I don’t miss the way she shifts and clamps her thighs together. Oh yeah, Ms. Lucy Dawson seems to love a little bit of ordering around. This could be fun.

After crossing the kitchen, I grip her hips, pushing her back until she’s pressed up against the counter. Her wet, pink tongue darts out of her mouth as she licks her lips. It takes every ounce of strength not to lean down and caress it with my own. When she tried to pry my lips open earlier, I didn’t allow it, knowing that I should at least feed her before throwing her into my bed. If I’d let her deepen the kiss, all bets would’ve been off, so instead, I’ve been rocking a hard dick for the last five minutes. Her eyes haven’t moved from mine, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’m going to do. In the end, I surprise her by doing nothing.

I let the moment pass and head to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Lucy watches as I grab two double shot glasses, filling each to the brim. When I hand one to her, she cocks an eyebrow at me.

“You know there’s no need to liquor me up, Kale. We’re both adults here, and well, my coming over here dressed like this? Pretty much means I’m a sure thing.”

Shaking my head, I’m beginning to realize she’s not one to hold back. I like that in a woman. I’ve never been a mind reader, and it’s refreshing to have someone be boldly honest.

“As much as I’d love to take advantage of a sexy teacher, I’m not trying to liquor you up. Scout’s honor.”

She eyes me suspiciously when she sees that I can’t figure out the proper Scout’s salute. “Why do I find it hard to believe that you were ever a Boy Scout?”

I grin back at her and shrug. “Boy Scouts, badass Army soldier? Either way, I promise. I just want to toast. To new friendships.”

A wicked smile crosses her lips, and I want to kiss it right off her face. “Friendships, eh? Okay, Kale. To new…umm, friendships.”

She raises her glass, and we clink them together, the chime sounding loudly in the otherwise silent room. We watch each other as we down our shots, and she winces at the burn rolling down her throat. I grab both glasses and set them on the kitchen counter, enjoying the same burning sensation in my chest as the whiskey flows through me. I meant what I said. I’m not trying to liquor her up by any means, but in my experience, a little bit of alcohol can take the edge off a one-night stand. My stomach grumbles, and I decide to get back to the matter at hand.

“You want to cook?”

She looks like she’s trying to figure out what to say, and I’m waiting for her to say yes, despite my earlier command. Instead, she shakes her head then shrugs. “I’m in your home. We’ll do what you want. But tit for tat, Kale. Same rules apply when you’re in mine.”

Grinning, I move away to grab the pile of takeout menus off the top of the refrigerator. “So you’re expecting that I’ll be visiting your place, are you, Lucy?” I tease.

Her eyes sweep over my body, and once again, my cock strains against my jeans as she licks her lips. “That remains to be determined. We’ll see how good you are at…filling in those bubbles,” she says, shooting me a sexy wink.

If it weren’t for the fact that she’s Lily’s teacher—and that she seems like a chick I can see myself being friends with—I’d throw her over my shoulder and slip into her hot, drenched pussy, fucking her relentlessly as I call her Ms. Dawson.

Instead, I just shake my head, muttering, “Always hated those fucking Scantrons,” and she cracks up laughing. I turn to glare at her, and she gives me a seductive smile.

“Really? Why’s that, Kale? Did it take too much work filling in that one little bubble?” she purrs, causing me to drop the menus. It’s obvious she’s not going to let this go until I prove it. What Lucy Dawson is about to find out is that I can fill in A, B, C, D, and fucking E.

As I stalk towards her, she stands her ground, lifting her chin as if she’s challenging me to finally take this test. When I reach her, my hand comes up to cup her jaw and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. As she pushes her hips into my groin, I feel her tongue against my lips, and this time, I part them, darting mine out to meet hers. It’s like an explosion of lust the moment they touch, and suddenly I’m lifting her up into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

With my hands now firmly planted under her skirt on her bare ass, our kissing continues, and I can feel Lucy’s hips moving, trying to get a little friction against me. I slide one hand up towards her pussy, letting a finger give her one long stroke. She moans against my mouth, and I immediately start walking towards the bedroom, hoping to God I don’t crash us into any walls. I should pull away, making sure that we get there in one piece, but her tongue’s tangling with mine as if she’s trying to do that damn cherry knot trick, and I can’t bring myself to stop her.