He hadn’t said anything to anyone, just started walking. He’d been more than willing to part the crowd by drawing his fake sword in order to get to her. The song ended, and she turned. Her smile had faded as she spotted him, staring up at him. He didn’t know what she’d been thinking, but she hadn’t pulled away when he tugged her to him.
They and all the other couples were on the dance floor now, swaying to the quiet and lulling song, but for Josh, it was only them. He realized they were dancing like nervous teenagers so he took one of her hands, cradling it to his chest, and wrapped his other arm around her, settling it low on her back.
“I’m sorry for yesterday.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but she danced with him and didn’t pull away. All good signs. “Sorry how?”
“I shouldn’t have freaked out on you like that. I should have stayed and explained what was going on in my head.”
She looked away for a moment, glancing at the other couples on either side of them before looking back. “You’re not sorry about the kiss?”
“No, I’m definitely not sorry about that.” Josh glanced around as well, and it was only then that he noticed almost everyone who wasn’t dancing was staring at them. Please let the darkness of the room and the black of his costume hide his hard-on. All he’d need was a rumor going around about how he couldn’t control himself. Small-town living was turning out to be claustrophobic.
“Did you go to this school?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Want to show me around?”
Her gaze caught his and he nodded toward the outer walls of the room. She looked around and snorted. “Welcome to small-town living,” she said, echoing his thoughts. “Sure, let’s go for a walk.”
Josh guided her out of the room, but it was Nettie who took his hand and steered him left. They entered what was clearly the cafeteria, despite the tables having been folded and pushed to the side of the room. She turned in his arms and reassumed their previous dancing positions.
“I wasn’t finished dancing,” she said, smiling.
“Neither was I.” They were silent for a few moments, trying to find the beat from the music filtering down the hall. In a spurt of playfulness, Josh spun her away and then back in, making them physically closer than they had been, her breasts pressing against his chest.
“Why did you freak out?”
He sighed, wishing they’d leave off this part for a while. “Can’t we talk about this later?”
“No.”
“That’s it? All you’ve got for me is no? I don’t get a say in the matter?”
She drew away from him, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re the one who kissed me, then yelled at me for it.”
“I didn’t yell at you. I was confused and scared and trying to make you understand.”
“You didn’t yell…interesting because I felt like a shamed, naughty child once you were done with me.” She shook her head, hands spread wide. “Why can’t we have a discussion for two seconds without fighting? What is wrong with us?”
Her chest was heaving, the cleavage he could see swelling with each breath. Her face was flushed, and there were small drops of sweat near her temple. She was exerted, excited, and thinking about what that excitement might be doing to her made his erection grow thicker, harder.
“We like it,” he said, amazed at himself for not realizing it before. “I like seeing you like this. It turns me on.”
Her face turned bright red, and Josh couldn’t tell whether it was from arousal or anger. If she felt anything similar to what he was feeling, it was most likely both. He used it to his gain and advanced on her, stepping her back until she leaned against a thick tiled pillar. He placed his hand on her waist and slowly began to pull her shirt out from her skirt.
“We like this, the arguing and the fighting. I knew I wanted you from the second I saw you, and then we fought, and I wanted you more.”
“Seems unhealthy,” she said, her breath catching as he touched her skin and slid under the shirt, skimming up her ribs until he came to her strapless bra. “You haven’t told me why you freaked out.”
“I will,” he said, lowering his face to hers. “Later.”
Their lips met, and it was better than before. The energy they’d gained during their short argument stimulated him, fueled his drive and need. They kissed, fed on each other’s lips as he roamed her body under the shirt with his hands. He yanked the bra down to her waist, then quickly found her breasts, cupping them as gently as he was able under the circumstances, lightly skimming her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned, pushing her chest into his hands, but he didn’t touch her any harder. He wanted to tease and play, needing her to see this wasn’t all pent-up passion, likely to fizzle out quickly once they were spent. He wanted to last with her.
Her hands were on his waist, untying the belt connecting to the sword. It clanged as it dropped to the floor, echoing around the room. She moved to the back of his pants and skated her hands beneath the fabric, finding his bare ass and squeezing, tugging him tight to her.
Nettie pulled away from their kiss, gasping. “Rub against me. Now.” She gripped his ass and dragged it toward her pelvis, wrapping one of her legs around his, opening her core to him. He bent his knees to adjust for the height difference and ground his hard cock into her pussy. He could feel the heat through his pants and all the layers of her skirt. She tipped her head back against the column, her teeth nipping her bottom lip as she whimpered.
“Don’t be loud or the principal might hear,” he whispered in her ear, continuing to grind against her. She humped him back, writhing her hips, simulating what they both really wanted, needed. “Fuck,” he mumbled, pressing harder into her.
“Not enough.” She shook her head frantically. “Need more.”
She shoved him away, looking around the room desperately. She must have seen something she liked, because she grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the end of the long cafeteria. They entered a small room nearly empty save for a desk with a few chairs. Seeing the desk, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He took the lead, guiding her to the desk, then lifting her to sit. She reached for him, but he pushed her hands away, kneeling in front instead. He meant to go slow, wanted to take his time touching and kissing her legs and thighs, but he had other plans, and she seemed totally on board.
Nettie rested her feet on his shoulders and dragged her skirt up her legs. “Do it,” she said.
This moment would be forever branded in Josh’s mind as the sexiest damn thing anyone had ever said or done.
He looked up her thighs and was thrilled to see she hadn’t worn any panties. Her pussy was bare, save for the dark, short hairs covering her lips. Her cunt was beautifully formed, the petals wet and pink and glistening. Liquid dripped down her thighs, highlighting the brilliant depth of her wantonness. She was glorious, and his dick was so tight he had to undo his pants to give himself some relief.
“Now,” she said, scooting her ass to the edge of the table. He couldn’t let her wait any longer, and truth be told, he was salivating for a taste. He didn’t waste any more time, just angled his head and dipped his tongue into her, deep, as far as he could go.
“Yes!” she shouted out, gripping his head with one hand and jerking him closer. She knew what she wanted and was shameless in demanding it. Her sexual brazenness was hot as hell.
Josh wrapped his arms around her bottom and angled her hips up, giving him a better opening. He licked and sucked up her juices, thrusting his tongue inside her like he was made to kiss these lips as much as the ones on her lovely face. She tugged his hair so hard it hurt, and he fucking loved it. He’d never been with a woman as demanding and clear with her needs.
“Lick my clit and put your fingers in me.”
He grinned against her, almost wanting to laugh in amazement, then nibbled her inner thigh before complying. It made her giggle, then sigh as his tongue focused on her clit as requested. He tickled it,
flicking the swollen pink nub with quick, short brushes. He moved his tongue as fast as he could, enjoying her responses as she began to breathe heavier and moan. He touched his fingers to her pussy lips and spread her, inserting three fingers with the other hand.
“Oh, fuck, Josh.”
He didn’t stop—he pushed those fingers in all the way, instantly coated in her juices. Her walls pulsed around him. Knowing what it might mean, he moved his tongue as fast as he could against her clit and slowly pulled his fingers in and out of her cunt. He wasn’t familiar with her body yet, and though the fury of the moment made him want to move quickly, he went slow, learning her first.
“Shit. Shit.” Both her hands were on his head now, and the inner walls of her cunt were twitching. “Coming,” was all she said before she groaned, her breath hitching and her teeth biting her bottom lip, her head thrown back and eyes shut tight. He continued to lick her until she pulled away. He didn’t let her get far but guessed she needed the space once the sensitivity set in. He nibbled on her thigh, tickling her, making her laugh, helping her through the aftermath. He stood, keeping a hand on her thigh and the other directly over her mound, cupping her as she came down, wanting to keep touching her but aware of how delicate her skin felt then.
She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck with little pecks, nuzzling him. They remained that way for a moment before she asked, “Why did you freak out?”
“Not yet, not now.”
“Why not?” she asked, drawing back to look at him. Her eyes narrowed on his face, and she leaned in to lick around his lips. “Mmm, I always thought I tasted good.”
“Shit.” He didn’t have the brainpower to say anything more eloquent, and she wanted him to talk about his feelings? She was crazy.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
He helped her off the desk and let her escort him out of the small room and back through the cafeteria. He was fully aware his dick was hanging out of his pants, but his long black shirt covered it…just not how it stuck out in its raging hard-on state. It was pure luck they didn’t run into anybody.
They entered a stairwell, and memories of high school assailed him. He hadn’t gone here, but all high schools looked the same in one way or another. She brought him up to the third floor and into an unlocked classroom. She sat him in the chair at the teacher’s desk, then ran to both doors that exited out into the hall, locking them and pulling the shades over the windows.
Once her tasks were done, she walked up to the desk, her hands behind her back and her head hung low.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m sorry, Professor, I know I should have done the homework, but I was so busy. I was tutoring and forgot to do my own work.”
Josh blinked. Was she role-playing with him?
She looked up at him through the curtain of her hair. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” She came around the desk and knelt in front of him. She kept her eyes on his and lifted his shirt, revealing his cock sticking well out of his pants.
“If you so much as touch me, I’m going to come. Christ, you’re beautiful. I can’t even move.”
She batted her eyes at him, feigning innocence. “Why Professor, that’s sweet of you to say.”
“I need to do something. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
She sat back on her heels. “What?”
Josh could tell she wasn’t role-playing anymore, but in a way, he was. He needed to refocus his crazed energy, give himself time to breathe before his dick went anywhere near her mouth, or any other part of her body for that matter.
“Stand up, Ms. Croft. Tell me why you didn’t do your homework.”
She smiled, her eyes bright with excitement, the yellow around her irises widening. “I was tutoring, sir.”
“Who were you tutoring?”
“The quarterback.”
“Good-looking lad. How did you help him?” Josh stood, guiding her by her hips to the table and bending her over it. He placed her hands on opposite sides of the wooden surface and told her to hold on tight. Her back was rising and falling rapidly with each short breath, and as he raised her skirt to reveal her backside, he saw fresh drops of liquid coating her thighs. She wanted this.
He smacked her right butt cheek. “Tell me how you helped him?”
“He-he was tense, so I helped him concentrate.” She looked back over her shoulder, a devilish light in her eyes. “Are we actually doing this? Are you gonna spank me?”
“Do you want me to spank you?” He came up behind her, intensely aware his cock was as bare as her pussy and they were scant inches away from the other.
“Maybe, but I want you to fuck me more.”
“I don’t have a condom with me.” Josh hated saying it. The dash of real life would be a bucket of cold water over the playful atmosphere.
She stood and turned, letting her skirts fall back around her legs, a more serious issue coming between them and the role-playing forgotten. “I need you to talk to me before we go any further.”
“We were talkin’, ’bout your homework—”
“I shouldn’t have started that, I’m sorry.” She quickly glanced down at his cock, making it twitch. “I know you’re hurting.” She wrapped her hand around his dick and said, “Let me do something for you.” They kept getting so far off track, over and over.
“Stop.” He pulled her away, slowly so she didn’t damage anything, “I don’t want you to do anything for me because I’m turned on so bad my cock feels like it will fall off. I want you to do it because you want to. But it seems like you’d rather talk than anything.”
“I don’t understand why you freaked out on me, and I think I really need to understand.”
“Why? This is just fun, isn’t it? The fighting, the arousal. Why do we need to get into all that heavy shit?”
She considered him for a moment, her lips pursed. “No. It’s not just fun. It’s more for me. I can’t remember when I ever, naturally, let myself go around someone. I know I’ve been acting weird. I’m always aware of how I act around others but with you, I forget…that has to mean something.”
“Why?” He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Why can’t it mean we’re attracted to each other, and that’s it? We can have a nearby resource to blow off steam.”
She looked sad, disappointed. “That’s not what I want. Is that what you want?”
“I didn’t move here to be with anyone. I needed time to be alone after my divorce. She—it was a difficult few years for me and now I need time to heal.”
“I won’t be your rebound, Josh.”
She technically wouldn’t have been his rebound, but she wanted something he didn’t know if he could give, and didn’t know if he should. What if his previous relationship had poisoned him, turned his heart into something toxic and unlovable? He felt that way sometimes, like the world was painted in grays and he only saw red—pain and anger. Sex and play were easy, but love? He knew what it was like to get lost in another person, and if he fell…would he be able to hold on to who he was this time?
The crazy thing was, if he ever fell in love again, he’d want it to be with someone like Nettie. He couldn’t see how giving himself to her when he was still damaged would give either of them any happiness. She deserved better.
“I don’t know if there is enough of me left to give. My ex ruined me, Nettie. I’m not the same person I was before.”
“So that’s it?”
“That’s all I have to offer.”
She didn’t say another word. Just tucked her shirt back into her skirt and left, the door wide open and the sounds of her steps disappearing into the stairwell.
Chapter Seven
Nettie walked home. It was only a twenty-minute journey and with her coat on it wasn’t that cold. Despite the late hour, there were still kids out trick-or-treating, mostly teenagers trying to get the last of the candy before starting to egg houses. Crap. She forgot she need
ed to toilet paper the trees in front of her house before the other kids got to it.
She arrived home sooner than she thought she might and retrieved all the toilet paper from her car still parked in the driveway. She opened the first roll and started, enjoying the exertion as she jumped and tossed. Nettie glanced across the street to Mrs. Berkin’s house. The lights were out, and the kids must have been fast asleep. Maybe Ophi had already come to pick the kids up. She was gone by the time Nettie got her coat from the gym and left Josh.
Nettie shook her head rapidly, trying to get the image of her and Josh on the dance floor out of her head. She tried to forget that she was still insanely wet between her legs, and she could almost feel his fingers pulsing inside her as she came in that small room.
She jumped and tossed another roll, having finished the first one. Her breasts were still free, her bra sitting around her waist like a corset. She untucked her shirt and dragged the bra off in frustration, chucking it to the ground. She grabbed the last roll of toilet paper and took it into the backyard. She was lucky—her house not only had a large backyard but looked out onto a forested area. There were no houses behind her, only trees and earth. It was lovely, especially in the fall when the leaves were turning.
The only annoyance, especially now, was there was no fence between her place and Josh’s. She was at the end of the road so there was no house on the other side, and the only house on the other side of Josh’s was more than two blocks away. They were secluded, alone, each other’s only neighbors, and she didn’t think she could ever look at him again. The man had tasted her, for Christ’s sake.
And oh, it had been so good.
She fell to her knees, her pussy still aching, needing more. Without thinking, she dipped her hand under her skirt and began to rub herself, staring blindly at the trees behind her house, concealed from the world, and imagining Josh was there with her, touching and licking and fucking her.
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