Page 62 of Hot Four Teacher
“Come on, beautiful,” Dane says. “Let’s get you some food.”
He stands up off the bed and puts his sweatpants back on. With no underwear on, his dick shows even more predominantly through the thin gray fabric.
Stop staring at it, Michelle.
I stand up to join him. I ask, “Do you care if I keep wearing your t-shirt? It’s super comfortable.”
"Well, that depends.”
“On what?”
“On if you want me to rip it off of you later before I fuck you again.”
Oh, I’m definitely wearing the shirt.
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“Dane, you know all of this isn’t necessary,” I say to him from his couch.
“I know no such thing.”
I turn my head to see him busying himself in the kitchen. There is only a half wall that separates the kitchen and the living room, so I have a good view of him.
“I can come help you,” I offer.
“Nope. You’re going to sit there on that couch with your ankle up. We don’t want it to swell and get worse.”
“Dane, we just fucked. I’m fine.”
“Our fucking didn’t have you walking on your bum ankle. And I was careful not to irritate it.”
“And you did a great job. It’s barely bothering me at all, so you don’t have to cook for me or show me any special attention.”
“I know I don’thaveto. Iwantto. Let’s not do anything to make it worse. Why don’t you pick us something to watch?”
After I reach for the remote, I have to readjust the ice pack on my ankle. Then, I start flipping through Netflix, trying to pick something decent.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“Whatever you want. I’m not picky. I’ll watch anything.”
I scroll through for a few more minutes before settling on the horror movie we started earlier. From what I saw, it was actually pretty good. Other things we were doing just happened to be better. And hopefully, in a little while, we can get back to those things.
Geez, I have sex once, and I’m already craving it again. Maybe it’s merely because Dane is so good at it.
Part of me wondered if after we were done, things would be awkward. That’s been the case with almost all of my previous experiences. Hell, after thefirst time I did it, I’m a little surprised I ever did it again.
I’m a little startled when Dane asks, “What are you thinking about, beautiful?”
Feeling like the real answer would be super weird, I blurt, “Uh, dogs.”
I look back at Dane who cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Dogs?”
“Yes. Dogs are adorable.”
“They are.” He walks over to me and hands me a plate with a delicious looking sandwich. “Sorry I didn’t have a ton in the way of groceries, but I make a hell of a grilled cheese.”
