Page 11 of Teach Her (School of Seduction 2)

We split the bill at my insistence and walked toward the Rockefeller Center. After purchasing tickets, we went up in the fast elevator watching the neon show. It was still light and as we reached the top and walked out, I could see the vastness of Central Park and the rest of New York all around me. It made me realize how small me and my life were in the scheme of everything.

“What are you thinking?” Garrett had walked up behind me and placed his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. He had spoken in my ear and it made me shiver. “Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?” He asked.

“I’m not cold, just sensitive to someone speaking that close to my ear.” I replied. “Just thinking about how inconsequential we are. When you look at this vast space around us and think about all the people, the wildlife, the plants. We are such a tiny part of the planet and yet we think we are so important and that we have to be big achievers or somehow we have failed at life.”

“Okay, so I will take these comments one at a time.” Garrett said. “So, first, do you want me to stop speaking so close to your ear?” He ran his lips up the side of my neck and I rested my head back against him while my body erupted in goose bumps.

“No, please carry on.” I whispered.

“Good. Well, second, neither do I feel you are the slightest bit inconsequential.” He tilted his hips slightly and there was no mistaking the hard erection brushing against my ass.

“And third, yes we are all a tiny part of the planet. But I do not believe we have failed should we not make major accomplishments in life. If you end up settled and happy with your lot, then I think you are a winner.” He paused. “However, I do believe that we take life for granted and so we shouldn’t wait if we see something we want. Why waste days or opportunities? Sometimes you have to take life by the horns and ride that devil.”

I pushed back against his erection. “Are you sure you’re not mixing up horns with horny and are you the devil you’re suggesting I ride?”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you at the gym.” He whispered in my ear.

I turned around, so that his rock-hard cock rested against my center as I put my hands around his waist. “This view is amazing, but would you like to see the view of the inside of my apartment now?”

“Hell, yes. The view inside your apartment and the view between your legs. I’m sure that would be much more entertaining than the view from up here.”

“You are not enjoying it up here?” I asked him.

“The view is amazing,” he said looking at me, “both out there and right here.” Then he dipped his head closer to mine and brushed his lips across my own in a quick sweep. When they traveled back to mine a second time, he deepened the kiss, crushing his mouth against my own. My mouth opened slightly and his tongue dipped in tasting me.

I felt the swell of my breasts and the hardening of my nipples beneath my tank and broke off to cover myself with my sweater.

Garrett grabbed hold of my hand and led me back toward the elevators. It was time to go home.

We shared a cab back to mine. I had not driven in case I had wanted to get wasted. If this date had gone bad, I had felt sure I would have looked for the answers to life via the bottom of a wine bottle.

Chapter 6

Garrett

If I’d had the opportunity, I would have slapped myself around the face to see if I was dreaming. I was on my way to Meredith Butler’s apartment. My horniness far overrode my need to be honest with her about my age. The only actual lies I’d told her were about my age and about my career as a personal trainer. I lived in a room share in Manhattan that wasn’t an untruth. I just omitted it being on the college campus. She was exuberant about her job and about accounting and I’d wished I could join in with discussions about business, but she thought I was a PT and so I kept the subject around fitness.

Meredith’s apartment was small, but it wasn’t the shit tip I’d expected. Yeah, sure, she picked up a few things when we first walked in, but not much. Christ, if she saw my place on a Saturday morning she would die.

“I’m just going to freshen up in the bathroom. There’s a bottle of wine and some beers in the fridge if you’d like to get them.”

I nodded and headed towards the tiny kitchenette where I extracted two cold beers. After rummaging in a couple drawers, I located a bottle opener, opened the bottles and then I placed both drinks on a small coffee table in front of the couch.

When Meredith came out of the bathroom, I swallowed deeply. She was wearing just a lacy black bra with a small pink bow in the center and a matching thong. That taut body with her trademark tattoo was exposed to me again for the second time in four days–not that she knew that. I needed to ensure that I didn’t repeat any moves from Friday night. I didn’t want her knowing it was me, not yet. If our relationship went the distance, if we somehow made it past a few dates, then I’d confess all, but right now I wanted her to know what she would miss if she let me go because of my age. Truth was, I wanted her hooked on me. I lifted my bottle and took a cool drink of beer to wet my throat which had gone so dry.

“You look beautiful,” I told her. “Now come sit here with your beer while I go freshen up myself.”

I passed her as I headed into her bathroom. When I’d taken a leak, I stood in front of the mirror where I looked at myself, trying to see what she saw. No way in hell did I look nineteen years old. No way in hell was I going to act it either.

I went out of the bathroom and Meredith looked up, unsure as to what would happen next.

“Stand up.” I commanded.

She did, and I picked her up and placed her over my shoulder where I spanked her bare ass cheeks.

“It’s playtime.” I told her.

“Time to show you you’re mine.”

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