Page 46 of Please, Sir

She blinks, licking her lips in a way that makes my cock angry against the zipper fly. “Oh,” she says, sitting a little straighter. Something passes over her expression, making her eyebrows lift and her lips turn down. Disappointment, maybe? “So you… had a vasectomy?”

My balls crawl inside me at the mention of the v-word. “What?” I balk. “No. No, I mean, I don’t need condoms.”

Riley stares at me. The heat does its job, my skin growing dewy and warm. The engine rumbles and rain splatters lightly against the windshield. And Riley just stares.

“You don’t need them,” she finally says.

We finally arrive at the fork in the road, and picturing her little blue house, I head east. “I haven’t had a reason to purchase condoms, Riley.” I come to a stop light where we’re the only one there, but I still stop. Then I look at her, my stomach getting woozy at the sight of her clear blue eyes pinned on me.

I remember those blue eyes from the farmers market. How lit up with happiness they were with all those high school girls around her. I still remember the smile on her face when she was talking to Jo Jo, a cloud of dust around her feet, the warm sun leaving streaks of orange against her golden hair.

She was so happy talking to Jo Jo.

Hell, the reason I’m even here is because of Jo Jo, in some sick way. I never would’ve stomped over to her place to confront her if she didn’t have a bond with Jo Jo so deep that she took her to Ink Time.

I’m sure Riley could get in trouble for that, and if it were another student, I have no doubt their parents would report her.

She risked her job to make my daughter happy.

If one of us needs Riley more, it’s Jo Jo.

The light turns green, but my foot stays on the brake. She takes my hat off finally, and sets it on the seat between us. I love the way she looks in it, and I’d love to see her in that and nothing else. I’d love to tie her to my bed and watch her writhe as I drag my floggers along her virile, young skin, her tiny nipples growing hard, my name on her perfect plush lips.

In another life.

“Riley, I got carried away back there and I’m… I’m really sorry,” I start, the sentiment so awful and rotten that my eyes fall to her bare knees when I speak. “For Jo Jo’s sake, I think… well, she looks up to you, Riley. She sure as hell don’t look up to me, so that means something to me, her loving you so much.” Finally I grow a pair and meet her eyes.

They’re wet, almost spilling over, and wide, set on mine. Her mouth is parted but she remains silent, listening as she slowly wraps her arms around herself in a self-soothing hug.

“I just want to preserve the happiness she gets from you because some days, I really think you’re the only person that can make her smile, Riley.”

She looks ahead, and uses the sleeve of my shirt to swipe a tear from her cheek.

My mind is racing.

I know what I’m saying is true and right, and that me and Riley should not see one another. We shouldn’t. And I know she gets it, somewhere inside, she gets what I’m saying because she cares about Jo Jo, too.

The idea that Riley Rivers wants me so bad that the idea of not having me anymore makes her cry?

“This street,” she says quietly, tapping the window. “This is my street.”

“I remember,” I tell her, because how could I ever forget asingle detail about her? Behind my chest, my heart beats heavy and hard. I turn toward her street and end up at the end of her driveway, both of us staring at her house.

“It was a one time thing,” she says as I turn the heater down. “Got it.” She grips the handle and pushes down, throwing her weight into the old door to open it more easily. On her feet outside, she smiles, readying herself to slam the door closed.

I know I shouldn’t, I know we ought to stop before anything happens, but I can’t do it.

“No,” I say, causing her eyes to snap back to mine. “Not a one time thing.” It should be. But I can’t say no, especially when her relieved and hope-filled eyes fixate on mine. “Something we gotta keep private, though.”

She smiles, bright and wide, and my chest constricts. Along my thigh, my cock gets fat and happy at the sight of her glowing face. She looks good swimming in my shirt. And she looked goddamn gorgeous in my hat.

But my spit in her mouth and my cum on her tits? Fuck. I’ll never forget that.

“Yeah?” she asks, her tone bubbling with hope and desire. I feel the same, but I only nod, and place my hat on my head. “312-8599.”

“I’ll call you,” I tell her, the words sounding foreign. I haven’t called a woman in years. Yet, I can’t wait to hear her voice fill the line later when I’m alone in my garage, all my toys on display.

She smiles, and goes inside her house. Before I pull out of her driveway, I program her number into my phone, saving her contact as ‘Health Teacher’ in the event Jo Jo ever got hold of my phone. Getting my phone would require layers of interest, both in me and what I'm doing, so it’s safe to say she won’t get this far. Still, I have to play it safe.

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