by Jamie Knight
I still remembered how her pussy quivered when I sucked it dry. In fact, it was one of my all-time favorite things to think about.
I loved the taste of her cum in my mouth. And I knew she had to remember the taste of my cum in hers, because she used to get down on her knees and suck my cock like it was the only thing she wanted in life.
How could her feelings for me vanish just like that, now that we were seeing each other again even in this professional context? I knew that mine had certainly not vanished for her.
Damn it.
I did ask her briefly about her love life when Kylie went to get sprinkles. That might have been taking things too far, but I was curious, and she knew that I would always speak what was on my mind, so I did.
She merely answered very professionally and in a reserved manner, “I’m doing fine on my own; thank you for asking. And I’m glad to see you are doing so well. It’s nice to be on the same page where Kylie is concerned. She is obviously a great kid.”
And she excused herself to go the lady’s room. Clearly, she had set the boundaries and there was going to be no delving beyond the professional parent-teacher parameters. I guess that was good.
I mean, what was I even thinking? There was no way I should have even been thinking about getting back with Olivia.
But still, I was happy to hear her say she was doing fine “on her own.” I was glad she wasn’t married or committed to anyone. I was still foolishly holding out hope for us, I guessed. So much for being over her!
I decided I needed to start making myself busy while on this involuntary suspension, because clearly the inactivity was affecting my better senses. Then I exhaled at the idea of getting my head together. Just as quickly as I came to from this big sack called the Olivia Formation, though, there it was again, all over again – it was back.
Olivia walked towards me, back from the lady’s room, and slid her beautiful body into the seat across from me. I got a whiff of her lavender perfume and I just fell apart all over again.
But who was I kidding?
I was nobody to her.
And I painted myself into a corner when I acted like a real asshole once I first got to talk to her again.
I dug my spoon into the melting coffee ice cream that was left in my bowl and smiled at Olivia politely.
Awkward was an understatement.
Chapter 26
Olivia
I looked at Marvin as he wiped a bit of ice cream off his lip. It was definitely awkward when he asked if I was seeing anyone but truly, I was feeling so comfortable, like not much time had passed since we had been together. Sure, that was not true at all — in fact, a lot of time had passed and we’d both moved on, with no hope for anything new.
But part of me wondered what it would look like if there was hope for something new between us. Marvin was still so handsome and adorable. He was still that boy I knew, maybe a bit more jaded, beat up by life, but also a bit wiser. And I had changed too, so who was I to judge?
When he knew me, I was innocent and virginal, until he changed all of that and turned me into a whimpering pile of need and satisfaction as he played with my body and my mind. Back then, though, I was still a lot more innocent than I am now. I still had a mother and a newness about all the possibilities that were ahead potentially, including a life with him.
Since then, I had lost my most cherished person in the world, I had achieved my goal of teaching, and I had certainly had a quite few relationships and sexual exploits, trying to recreate or replace what I had had with him — obviously unsuccessfully. But I had gone out there and tried it and become less innocent in a lot of ways. Heck, I could probably teach him some things.
As I shifted my position in the seat and listened to Kylie going on and on about some conversation she had had with Sophie while they were playing dolls, I thought about what once was. I also wondered if he could tell – if he could see right through my professional veneer to the truth – that I wanted him so badly. It saddened me momentarily and he saw it.
“Olivia, you still here? You okay? Too much ice cream?”
“Hah no, I’m fine. Continue Kylie. So, what did Sophie say to that?”
I knew right then that I was still into Marvin and there was no denying it. All I could do is try to remain reserved and professional and not let him know my true feelings. I would have to keep holding them in, silently.
A bit of a sniffle formed when my eyes began to water. I dusted it away. And then he did it; he leaned over and ever so gently lifted my chin with his fingers. Oh God, I thought I might die. But I bristled instead.
How would this look? We were in public. There were other parents.
“Oh sorry, Olivia. I didn’t mean to alarm you. You just look so glum all of a sudden.”
“Oh no, no. I am having a great time. Right Kylie? We’re having fun?”
“Yes Ms. Olivia. So, I told Sophie that Gremlins can’t be under the bed because the housekeeper vacuums under there. Right, daddy?”
“Hah, right Kylie,” Marvin responded. “I uh, told her that once.”
“Right. I gathered. Good explanation,” I said, and I smiled.
It suddenly occurred to me that Marvin and I had spent so many dates having ice cream in high school. We would go to Billy T’s every Wednesday if he wasn’t away, after practice or a game. I wondered if he remembered. He had to be remembering now, just like I was.
I stared at his curly brown hair as he wiped dripping sundae off Kylie’s shirt. I could see us right back there as if it was happening all over again. It was a pretty standard routine. He would always give me his letterman jacket to wear because it I was always cold and ice cream would send me over the edge, into chills and goosebumps on my arms.
Of course, it wasn’t only because of the cold, but because I loved the thrill of Marvin’s arm around me and the thought of what he would do to me later. When he would finger me in his car or take me to his dad’s house if he wasn’t home and lay me on the bed and fuck me with his big cock.
All the girls would look at me with such jealousy at Billy T’s, because I was with Marvin. It was great. I always ordered the same thing too, either a root beer float or a vanilla and cookie dough smash.
He used to be so confused by that – the smash. He’d say it made no sense that you took a perfectly good scoop of fresh ice cream, nice and round and ready to eat, and you smashed it all up and flattened it just to add cookie dough! Why would you not just order ready-made cookie dough ice cream?
He had such a point, but it was all the rage at the time, and I think I got it just to hear him go on and on about how much the smashing bothered him. He was always rather unwavering when it came to his diet choices at Billy T’s. Sometimes he would order a float, but mostly either one scoop of vanilla or one scoop of coffee – like he was having today.
I was remembering the time we grabbed a corner booth and I was eating my smashed up vanilla cookie dough when he slid down the end of the booth towards me and said, “Can I have a bite?”
I remember thinking that it was strange. He never wanted to share, but I lifted my spoon and put it in his mouth and just as I did, he put his hand under my thong and sweat pants. He was fingering me right there in Billy T’s. I remember looking right at greasy haired Jenny Givens while having an orgasm under the table and she never knew. It was so perfect.
I pretended like the ice scream was so good as I licked the spoon and groaned a little. I wiggled around under the table as he stuck his finger in and out of my pussy hole and then played with my clit.
Come to think of it, maybe Jenny did know. But that’s even better. She had such a thing for Marvin back then, but he was all mine. And my pussy was all his to take whenever he wanted, including in public when I was eating ice cream.
Just then Marvin brock my trance.
“Olivia, I have a bit of a confession; I’ve been a bit of a jerk.”
“Noooo,” I said sarcastically and laughed.
“No,
I have, and you’ve been great,” he insisted.
“I know,” I told him, still joking. “You haven’t been a bit of a jerk. You’ve been a big giant jerk.”
“You’re right,” he said, taking me more seriously than I’d intended. “I need to stop acting out like I’m some jerk-off teenager. It almost affected my daughter’s education and it may still get me kicked off the team. Anyway, I apologize. Can we agree to simply start fresh for the good of my daughter?”
I noticed he really was serious, so I backed off.
“Of course, I never looked at it any other way,” I assured him. “You know, seeing that you actually have a heart, while watching you today with your precious munchkin – it’s nice. You should do these kinds of outings with her more often. But truly, don’t sweat it. Parents have the toughest job in the world – I get it. I am there to simply facilitate the process and keep you in the loop if there are issues pertaining to school.”
“Thank you, but I did need to apologize. And one more thing,” he added. “I am so sorry for not listening to you enough during the phone call and meeting. You have just been doing a great job with Kylie.”
“Again, there is no need, but fine, I will accept your apology if you buy me another ice cream at some point.”
That was bold of me, but I couldn’t resist. He looked so hot when he apologized and graveled, begging for my forgiveness.
“Hah, it’s a deal,” he laughed. “A smash up with cookie dough or a root beer float, fingers not included.”
I almost died. My face must have turned eight different shades of cranberry. He remembered. Of course he remembered. Fuck. He remembered.
I slipped my phone out of my purse under the table and while he wasn’t looking, I texted Roxanne: Ice cream with Marvin and his daughter. He remembered.
I sent it and waited for the ding of her text back while I scooped a final bit of ice cream into my mouth and let Kylie continue her story. Just as she started talking about what her Halloween costume should be, I heard the ding. I looked down and saw, Smashed up vanilla and cookie dough and public fingering.
Holy shit.
Did he recall all of that?
I sent a smiley emoji back and giggled. Marvin looked at the phone in my hand and seemed to acknowledge my private secret exchange with Roxanne, but he didn’t dare ask.
Kylie smiled and truly looked happier than she had in a long time. I thought the height of her happiness was when Marvin showed up to her open house but now she looked even happier.
With that, Marvin got up to end this awesome afternoon. I was sad, not only because this little trip down memory lane was over but also that I would have to soon be alone at home and left to confront my feelings of being alone.
I shivered as I got the chills. And it wasn’t from eating ice cream. Marvin threw his jacket over my shoulders as we walked out and I really thought I might melt, right there in the ice cream place, the one so similar to a haunt we called “our favorite place” so many years earlier. And with his jacket on me, just like back then.
“Thanks. Ice cream always gives me the chills.”
“I know.”
I had to admit – it was nice to be around someone who knew me. Who got me. Who understood what made me tick, if only a little too well, because I had known him for so long. And because we had been madly in love with each other, way back when.
We smiled and continued walking out slowly, Kylie dragging on her daddy’s heels. I wasn’t sure any of us wanted this moment to be over.
But it wasn’t real, and I knew it had to end, as did Marvin.
Sure, we had loved each other once. But that was a long time ago. Things had been off between us for far longer than they had ever been on.
I was so over him.
Wasn’t I?
Chapter 27
Olivia
That night I returned home with such a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand, I was so happy for Kylie, my student, Kylie, that she would benefit from all the adults in her life meeting on common ground finally. Discord is never healthy for a child, let alone a child embroiled in divorce and turmoil.
For that, I was certainly happy. It brought a professional sense of accomplishment. It was also nice to reminisce a bit, however privately we chose to do it, with Marvin. I felt like he still cherished those memories too and that brought me comfort somehow.
You never know what another former love might remember or think about.
You think things like: Does he remember the sex or the funny moments in public? Does even recall that he used to give me his letterman jacket whenever I was cold or that he fingered me right in Billy T’s?
Okay, maybe that was a very specific question that only I asked about my ex. And now I had my answer. It was sort of crazy and amazing that Marvin had also remembered all those details, just as I had.
As I approached my mailbox so I could check the mail before heading inside, I also found that I was a bit melancholy. It was like a giant case of the post-ice cream blues just hit me hard and I couldn’t shake it.
It seemed normal enough. It had been a very long and draining day. That had to be it, I assured myself.
Also, I knew I had to face reality. Of course, there was the fact that I knew I had no future with Marvin. Sometimes the conflict keeps you in it, immersed in the person still, in a way, but when it’s over, so are the possibilities. And I sort of thought that must be truly what was gnawing at me, what the blues were about.
I grabbed my mail and my phone pinged. It was Roxanne.
“Hi Roxie,” I answered.
“So? Ice cream, fingers? What gives? So?”
“So, nothing. We took his daughter out to ice cream after open class day. It was nice.”
I felt stupid now, for getting so caught up in the moment that I had texted her, and now it was back to life as normal.
“Huh? But ‘he remembered’?”
“Yes, I know. Well, he did. It was sweet. I was just telling you, not implying that it meant anything. It doesn’t. I mean, it doesn’t mean anything, not really. I just had to tell you, that’s all.”
“Oh, okay Liv. Babe, you keep telling yourself that. You are certainly entitled to live any reality you want. I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”
Ugh, one of these days I’d love to successfully pull the wool over Roxie’s eyes. But that seemed like an impossible goal. I should have known by now that I couldn’t, so I didn’t know why I even tried.
I looked down at one piece of mail as I walked inside my place.
It was from the Superior Court.
Oh God, I thought, that is never good.
What now?
I am not in the mood.
It was a summons for me to appear in court to testify in a custody hearing regarding Kylie.
Are you kidding me?
Since when does the teacher get called to appear?
Oh, come on!
I knew that Marvin had mentioned it, but I thought he might meant that the court wanted me to submit Kylie’s report card or behavioral notes or something. I couldn’t imagine actually getting called up on stand to testify.
If I didn’t have the blues five minutes ago, then I sure did now. This was the perfect cosmic slap in the face I needed for even entertaining the idea of Marvin and me getting back together again.
He was trouble. All he ever did was cause me trouble. I knew it but I had forgotten it – and that was my number one mistake. I should never, ever forget.
I slammed the door to my place closed and then promptly fell onto my couch.
I was still worked up about it, even though I wanted to get it out of my mind. That was hard to do, when I didn’t really understand what it meant, exactly, though.
I had been called to testify about Kylie’s well-being at school, in Marvin’s case. Would I also be asked about the fitness of the parents? I had no idea what to expect.
I felt kind of used. I didn’t know the extent of their custody situation or thi
s lawsuit. Marvin really should have given me more of a heads up and filled me in.
And truth be told, I was raging now, and my mind was spinning with questions.
Is that why Marvin and David were being so nice, is that why the ice cream, the flirting, the “same page” and putting an appearance in for the open house?
How stupid was I?
I felt totally duped, as if they had tricked me and I fell for it. More importantly, I felt like if this had to happen, if I had no choice and was being subpoenaed on behalf of the defense – I had to meet Candy.
It occurred to me also - Why was Candy suing for full custody and Marvin hadn’t had the good sense to do that?
Trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, I thought, Maybe he didn’t want to denigrate Kylie’s mother as his dad had done with him. Maybe he wanted to let her into Kylie’s life as much as could be safe and good for Kylie, and pushing things legally would have caused her to strike back and make tensions too high between them, or else run away and Kylie could risk never seeing her mother again?
I didn’t have any idea, but legally, it didn’t seem that any of this put him in the best position. It had to appear to the judge as if he didn’t want full custody and she did. Unless maybe he had filed a counter-petition or something. Perhaps just by fighting back, he was seen in the eyes of the court as wanting full custody, too.
I didn’t know. I was no legal expert. In the end, though, I wasn’t going to be responsible for ripping this girl, my student, out of her mother’s arms if Candy was indeed a great mom or at least trying to get it together.
How could I trust Marvin’s word about how Candy was without getting her side of the story? Of course, there was the fact that she never showed up and wasn’t in Kylie’s life much at all as far as I could tell, but I didn’t know the reasons behind that. Maybe Marvin prevented it, and that was why she was going to court, to fight for it.
God, why is it that no matter how hard I tried, Marvin was always one step ahead of me? It makes no sense.