Schooled (12 page)

I was surprised when he released me, and stepped back a few steps, away from me, asking if he could borrow one of the towels over on the chair. Shocked, I nodded and threw a towel in his direction, not reaching him. He walked to pick it up, thanked me for lunch, and started to get his shoes on. “I had fun today Miss Garrity.” He stated, smiling. “You’re fun and easy to talk to.” He started to walk toward the water toys, stopped, and said, “Plus, it’s always a good day to hang out with a hot chick in her bikini.” He laughed, flinging his towel at me.

Leo put the rafts and buckets back in the storage shed and left. I stood there confused and extremely disappointed. There was no doubt about it; I’d wanted Leo Cling to kiss me, really kiss me. I could almost taste his lips on mine. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. I’d wanted nothing else since he saved me from Marcus the other day. I gave him all the signals, didn’t resist it at all, and he didn’t take the cue. Or maybe he didn’t want to take the cue? Maybe, he was resisting me? Damn, I’d have to conquer that, fix that. I wanted to kiss his lips, taste him, and even lick his adorable dimples when he grinned. Hell, he’d said he studied the woman’s anatomy, because of me. I wanted to know if his studies paid off. I had to know.

“Jasper, no, I can’t drop everything and go to New York City on Monday.” I’d cooked dinner and even cleaned up his house, so we could talk, figuring we were going to talk about my future, my musical, and even Marcus. I was dead wrong. Apparently, talking meant that he needed another favor from me. I knew that if I moved in to his poolhouse that I’d be forever in his debt, especially since he turned my 50 grand into 250 grand. “And you didn’t even touch your potatoes or chicken.” He’d only eaten his vegetables and salad.

“Nelle, I’m not eating breaded chicken; you should know that by now, Christ,” he said, picking it up and looking at it, like it was a dead rat. “And there’s so much cheese on those potatoes, I wouldn’t shit for a week,” he said shaking his head. “Ya really should start watching what you eat, especially now that you’re back on the market.”

“Jasper, I’m not--”

Cutting me off, he said, “You could use some exercise, getting a little flabby.” He said, pointing at my stomach. Leave it to Jasper to say it like it is. I hadn’t gained one pound in three years, not one. I was damn proud of that fact. Granted, I could use a little cardio and toning, and probably a little yoga too, but geez, back off.

He continued, ignoring my pissed and stunned reaction, “I need you to go for me; I need to be in Atlanta for work.” He stopped, thinking that he’d explained himself thoroughly. Realizing, that I still wasn’t sold, he said, “I promised I’d be at this fundraiser in New York with my wallet. You need to go for me, represent Garrity Advertising, with my wallet and credit card.” Hmmm…with is credit card? I liked the sound of that.

“What do you mean, with your credit card?” I asked, fishing for some incentives.

“You can use the company card and my personal card. You can spend $1,000.00 on clothes and shit for the event, and use the company card for all other New York expenses.” He took a drink of his water, gulping it down quickly. “Just go to the gala, represent me, the company, and donate 20 grand to the March of Dimes. That’s it.” Wow. That sounded fantastic. “One of our account reps will be with you too; she just graduated last fall from James Madison in Virginia.” I could tell that he was done talking; he was nearing the end of his patience with me. You only got a few moments of Japser’s time. “She’s new, but good. Just moved back here, take her, show her the ropes. You’ve worked for me before. You know what’s what.” He opened his wallet, getting out both credit cards.

“I’ll do it Jasp, but you owe me.” I took the cards from him.

“I don’t owe you shit; you’re getting a pretty sweet deal. I gotta go, need to run a few miles. I have a running date. By the way, clean this mess up before you leave.” He left the room, grabbing more green beans as he left. Green beans. What an ass! An ass who just gave me a thousand bucks to blow in New York City. Cha-ching! I started cleaning up and said a silent prayer that no guy ever asked me out on a running date. What the hell?

******

“Are you kidding me? I’m so jealous; did you ask if I could come too?” Char was whining on the phone. “Can’t we spend the 1000 tomorrow BEFORE you go on Monday?” She had a point. It would be more fun to go shopping with her tomorrow instead of alone in New York. But, I wanted clothes from 5
^th
Avenue, deserved them really.

“Char, I want Manhattan clothes; I get to pretend I’m rich,” I whined petulantly. She and I loved pretending we were loaded. We knew that being a teacher and a real estate agent in Ohio would never make us millions, so pretend riches were the closest we’d ever get.

“I know, but that just sucks. This has been the luckiest two weeks for you; I’m so jealous.” Char whined back. “First you get rid of that Fuck, then you have two young studs pining for you, and now New York and Jasper’s money. I wanna be you.” I loved talking to her; she always made me feel so good about myself. Leave it to her to think that the end of my marriage was one of the best things that ever happened to me, something to be jealous of. Maybe it was pretty great; things seemed pretty great. I loved Char; everyone should get to have a Char in her life. Leo wasn’t into me; Briggs, mmmm, Briggs.

Once we hung up, I looked in the mirror, pulled up my shirt, scrutinizing my stomach. Flab. Jasper was right; it was time to start working on my body. I’d started swimming when I moved in here. What? Like three times. Fine, I’d do a yoga video before bed, let it relax me, and help this jello belly at the same time. I never understood how a flat stomach could still be so flabby. Wasn’t it enough that I was eating right, somewhat right, and making sure I didn’t put on a ton of weight? I knew so many wives and mothers who let themselves go once they got married and had kids. I didn’t want to be like that. A lot of good that did me now.

About 20 minutes in to my video, I was feeling pretty good, yet extremely sore from lack of practice. I was in the infamous downward dog position when there was a knock on the window behind me. I looked through my legs, making out Briggs’ silhouette in the dark. I motioned for him to come around; the door was unlocked.

“Don’t mind me, I’m enjoying the view,” he swooned as he walked through the door. “Mm…mm…mm…, really enjoying the view.” He sat down on the couch right behind me, watching me.

“Oh, I don’t think so, get your butt down here and stretch with me.” I grunted through the rest of the held position.

“Nah thanks, I’m good.” He sat back, putting his hands behind his head, grinning from ear to ear. He looked good, too good. He had on jeans, nice-fitting jeans, not the baggy, hanging half-way down his butt. The jeans were perfect on him. He had on a fitted turquoise v-neck, tucked in, his sleeves folded and pushed to his elbows. The shirt was that thin-flimsy material that only well-built, muscle-y men could pull off. And he could certainly pull it off. He had a grey t-shirt under the turquoise shirt. The blue and gray shirts brought the blue out in his eyes. He was beautiful, mesmerizing really. Yummy.

“I don’t think you understand Briggs Alexander. Get down here and stretch with me, young man.” I used my teacher look and voice. “Now.”

“Ah man, I came here to take you out, maybe get a drink, dance a little.” He was whiny and cute, as he pulled off his shirt. “I don’t wanna get all hot and sweaty.”

“Now Briggs, that disappoints me. Are you sure you’re not still planning on getting hot and sweaty with me tonight?” I got up and walked over to him, slowly. He was staring at me, wearing my sports bra and my boy-cut Victoria’s Secret tight, booty shorts.

“I mean, yeah, I wanna get hot and sweaty, but not by exercising.” He was still staring at me, taking in every inch of my body. His stare, the desire in his eyes, was enough to make me wet. I nibbled lightly on his ear, running my one fingernail down his chest and stomach. I stuck the tip of my tongue in his ear while my finger trailed below his waistline.

“Screw drinks and dancing, maybe we should stay right here,” he said with lust in his eyes, shaking his head.

“A big football player like you should know that exercise increases endorphins, which also increases one’s sex drive. Maybe with some more exercise, I’d want to take the wheel and drive a little.” I said as I undid his belt buckle, pulling the belt from around his waist. “Ya know, you’d be able to do more if you got outta those jeans. I’m feeling underdressed here.” Within seconds, his jeans were next to his shirt in a pile on the floor. He stood before me in his boxer briefs and gray tight t-shirt. I could get used to staring at him all day long. His build and skin were flawless. He looked like a sculpted art form, perfect in every way.

“I’m ready, do what you want.” He put his arms out, offering himself to me. I put another video in the DVD player and hit “play.” It was a more advanced video, but I wanted to see him struggle.

We spent the next 60 minutes doing the video, laughing and joking throughout. Maybe Jasper was right, exercise dates were pretty memorable, but I was counting on making this date much more memorable. After the video ended, I went to the kitchen, getting us each an icy glass of water, filling each glass with ice cubes. We drank the water quickly, replenishing what fluids were lost during the workout. Briggs didn’t take his eyes off of me. I liked the appraisal, needed it.

“I don’t know why you’re spending so much time working on that body, it’s working for you just fine.” He grabbed me, pulled me to him, and began nuzzling my neck.

“Same reason you do, so people can spend hours worshipping the work I’ve put in to it,” I spun around and then put his hands on my breasts. “Start worshipping, Briggs, I need it.” I giggled as I kissed his mouth, pulling him hard against me.

“Well look who’s rushing things,” he said as he took my sports bra off, leaving me naked from the waist up. I was still flushed and damp from the workout. He took an ice cube from his glass, sucked the excess water off, and began tracing my collarbone with the cube. The icy sensation was thrilling, chilling me on the outside, heating me up on the inside.

“Oooh…wow…Briggs,” I whimpered into his chest. I took an ice cube from his glass, putting the cube in my mouth, allowing the ice cube to melt onto his skin and into my mouth as I traveled from his neck to his chest, concentrating on his nipples. They hardened from the cool contact, making him groan. He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, grabbing his glass as he walked into my bedroom.

“You’re a fucking great teacher, but sooner or later, you’re gonna need to make me take the test.” He tossed me on the bed, grabbed the waistband of my sporty booty shorts, and peeled them from my body. “No underwear, fuck.” He growled as he crawled up the length of my body. “And that wax job, damn. I’m gonna lose it before I even touch you.” He sighed, shifting his cock in his underwear.

“My underwear goes up my butt when I do yoga, sorry.” I smiled, winking at him.

“Sorry…uh…man…not necessary. Not necessary at all. I should be thanking you.” He laid on top of me and kissed me hungrily. I could feel his hardness between my legs. He kissed me for what felt like an eternity; I was starting to feel an almost painful intensity between my legs. I wanted release, needed release. He was teasing me; I’d created a monster. Thank God, I’d created a monster. I couldn’t wait for him to eat me up and tear me apart.

He took another ice cube from his glass, put it in his mouth, and trailed it down my neck to my nipples, sending shivers throughout my body. He sucked the ice cube all the way back into his mouth, and started on my nipples again; they hardened with arousal. He sucked the ice cube and my nipple into his mouth simultaneously. I felt the heat from his mouth, coupled with the freezing sensation of the ice cube. I felt my vagina twitch in anticipation. I wanted him tonight.

He took the ice cube out of his mouth, allowing the droplets of water to land on my stomach, in and around my belly button. The water was cold, but the heat from his mouth and tongue, as he licked the water off of my body, was sending me over the edge. I never knew it before, but Briggs Alexander was a fast, capable learner. A scholar.

Getting another ice cube from his glass, he held it in his hand, tracing it from my belly button to the top of my pubic bone and back up again. I began gyrating my hips, pleading for him to touch something, taste something, penetrate something. My God, what happened to the fast-past, gotta have it Briggs? What have I done? This was torture, pure agony. He moved my legs further apart, dripping the water onto my vagina. He opened me slightly, letting chilled water fall softly onto my clit. I gasped. I just wanted him to touch me, create friction, give me release. He wouldn’t.

“Briggs, please, I was wrong. You were right. Just…oh…God.” I hated begging him, but the prolonged pleasure was becoming painful.

He chuckled, “This is what you wanted, teach. I’m just doing my assignment.” His voice was raspy, full of desire. At least, I knew this was getting to him, too. I needed to know that he wanted me.

Without warning, he inserted the ice cube into my vagina, not letting it go, but keeping it inside of me. He began circling my clit with his tongue, applying pressure and releasing, all the while the ice cube began melting inside me, water trickling out and down my behind. The sensation was spectacular. I was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue. I couldn’t determine if it was too cold or too perfect.

“Briggs, I’m gonna…oh God…Briggs...” I felt the orgasm coming from deep within. He let up on the pressure, prolonging my orgasm by removing the ice cube and using his fingers to stimulate my clit. He was still rubbing me, when he came up beside me, using the same small sliver of ice to tease my nipple. Again my orgasm approached, he took the ice cube away from my nipple, and looked into my eyes with those blue lustful eyes, and popped what was left of the ice cube into his mouth, chomping and smiling. He was eating the ice cube that was just inside of me. How hot was that? Holy fuck. He touched my clit again, applying soft pressure. In doing so, I exploded with a powerful orgasm, holding him against me, biting into his bicep.