Page 26 of When October Starts

It took me a while to come back down, and my legs were still shaking even after my orgasm settled.

“I love you so damn much,” he whispered.

I smiled, not wanting him to leave me yet. “I love you, too.”

Our love was real. But I knew that sooner or later we couldn’t keep it just between us anymore. For now, it was our little secret, and I was going to enjoy every second I got with him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Juno

My legs were itching, and I regretted wearing those tights today. It was already the end of November, but for some reason, I thought wearing a skirt was a good idea when it’s freezing outside. And to make it all even worse, I ripped my tights in the damn radio room. How was it a good idea to put metal bars on the shelf? They weren’t there a few days ago, and I bet Benji was the one to put them on the shelves. We had a janitor at Memphis, and I was sure he could’ve just gotten rid of them.

I was in the bathroom stall, taking off my tights. I didn’t want to walk around with a huge hole in them, so getting rid of them was the best option.

After taking them off, I looked down at my legs. They were pale, and the freckles faded thanks to the lack of sunlight. I ran my fingers up the sides of my thighs, then brushed over the lace panties I was wearing.

An idea rushed through my mind, and a mischievous grin appeared on my face.What if I…no. I closed my eyes, hooking my thumbs into the laced fabric, then slowly pushed them over my hips.

This could end horribly, but after all the sex Ezra and I had, and all the steamy nights we spent together, I wanted to show him just how much I loved to be touched by him. Showing him my bare pussy while he taught us History sounded…hot.

The bathroom door opened, and I made the quick decision to take my panties off. “You okay in there?” Pixie asked.

“Yeah.” I pushed the tights and panties into my backpack, then put my shoes back on and walked out. “I’m fine. Did you get our food?” We decided on getting some McDonald’s, since we were both tired of eating plant-based meals our parents cooked.

“It’s in the classroom. Our poor mother’s hearts would break into millions of pieces if they’d see us eat that junk food.”

I shrugged, grinning at her. “We’re losing weight and not getting enough protein into our systems. We should start eating junk food every lunch from now on.”

“Go ahead. I’m not holding you back,” she chuckled. “You’re gonna freeze to death riding your bike home,” she pointed out, looking at my legs.

“I know,” I replied.And I’ll probably also get cystitis.

We headed over to our classroom where other students were already eating. We sat down on the couch and started to dig into our burgers and fries. My body was thanking me for not getting more green stuff into my system, and I almost had a full-on orgasm tasting that cheeseburger on my tongue.

I had to make sure my skirt covered my private area. I didn’t want Gus or any other guy in here to see what belonged to Ezra. I was risking a lot today, but I couldn’t help it. My heart was beating fast.

“Can I come over and see the movie tonight?” Pixie asked. My project was done, and it turned out amazing. All that was left to do was showing it to Benji and Ezra to get it graded.

“Uh, tonight’s not a good time. But I can show you right after school in the studio.” I had to go in there to tidy anyway.

“Sounds good.”

We finished our lunch and I got up to throw the two bags into the trash just as Ezra entered the classroom. He stopped because I was blocking his way, and I looked up to him and gave him a quick smile.

He tried not to smile too brightly, but kept it cool with a simple nod. I’d say we were doing a good job at hiding our relationship.

“All right, class,” he said, picking up his chalk and writing something on the blackboard. “Has any of you done some research on the civil rights movement?”

I sat back down next to Pixie and picked up my notebook and pen. None of us did research, and I somewhat felt bad for Ezra. But he knew we were far more interested in our own studies than what he had to teach us.

“Of course not,” he muttered. “I’m not going to read you guys everything about it, that’s why I brought some books for you.”

He picked the books up and then distributed them to us. As he passed me, our knees touched and our eyes met. Something about him was different today. He seemed stressed. Annoyed, even.

“I want you guys to read the first chapter and make notes. There will be a test about this soon.”

A few sighs escaped from the others, and I kept staring at Ezra to try and figure out what was wrong with him today. Last time we were together was on Saturday night, but we didn’t have any fallout or anything.

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