Page 17 of Hot Four Teacher
My mind screams at me to stop, but the rum is louder.
Way louder.
“I need to have some fun with a guy who can make it worth my while…if you know what i mean.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
At this point, I’m not even sure who I am. My body has been taken over by a very brazen, very horny woman.
Dane finally speaks, asking, “And you want me to be that guy?”
“Yes!” I exclaim a little too quickly. “I mean, if youwantto be that guy.”
Waiting for his response makes me feel like I’m going to be sick. You know what? That may be the alcohol too.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. How about you and I finish our drinks and get to know each other better? After that, if you still want to, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
I swallow the lump in my throat at his dirty words. I’ve never had a guy say things like that.
I think I liked it.
He asks, “How does that sound?”
Great. Amazing. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Sounds good,” I say. “Just give me one second.”
Pulling out my phone, I type in one word and send it to Ronnie.
BANANA.
Chapter seven
Let's Go
Dane
When I decided to come have a beer with Tim at Giddy Ups, I had no idea the night would end with me sitting across from a beautiful woman who is asking me if I want to make her come. I was getting ready to leave when Tim did, but seeing Michelle looking my way convinced me to stay a little longer.
I’m sure glad I did.
I look at her as she sips her fruity drink. She’s gorgeous. Her caramel-colored eyes gaze back at me, and her cheeks blush a little. She takes a strand of her dark brown hair and pushes it behind her ear. I try to focus my attention on her face and not onher low-cut top or how great her ass looks in her jeans. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.
Her little proposition took me by surprise. I’ve been asked out by women in bars before…recently even. Let’s not forget the belly button girl. But Michelle is the first woman I’ve been really attracted to. Now that I’m older, I’m not the kid with a constant hard-on who is looking to hook up with anyone with a vagina and a pulse. Now, I try to be a bit more respectful.
Michelle seems different, though. It’s obvious that she really never does this. It was cute watching her get all embarrassed and flustered when telling me she hasn’t been laid in years and needed some orgasms.
While I’d love to be the one who makes that happen, I don't want to do anything that will ultimately make her feel uncomfortable.
I decide to ask, “So, Michelle, are you from around here?”
“Yeah. Born and raised in Lilly Leaf Falls.”
“That’s nice. I’m new in town.”
She nods. “I figured.”
“How did you know? Do I have a sign on my forehead or something?”
“No.” She smiles and plays with her straw. “This is a pretty small town, and most people know each other. I think I would’ve remembered you. Do you live in town, or are you in one of the neighboring ones?”
