I was practically doing cartwheels when I left the closet.  I wanted to rush home and get everything ready for my evening with Anton, but I still had my tutoring session.  I definitely didn’t want to blow Sloane off and have him lose the trust I had gained.  There had only been one tutoring session, but I felt like we were making some progress.  There had been no discussion about Anton and he seemed to loosen up after he realized it wasn’t the reason for my request.  I had disguised my advice about how things should be changed in the school by mentioning some of the things the students didn’t like.  The statements were general, and one of the main things I talked about was just walking around the school during classes.  It seemed to have struck a chord because he was out in the hallways earlier that day—it was the first time he had really maintained such a presence since his return and it was immediately noticed by the students.  I headed to his office with a smile on my face when I plopped down in the chair across from him.

“You’re particularly happy today.”  He looked up from his computer.

“It’s Friday!”  I nodded enthusiastically.  “Two days without school.”

“You have schoolwork to do though, don’t you?  It’ll hardly be a break.”  He tilted his head inquisitively.

“Yeah, but you know—it’s the spirit of Friday and all.”  I opened my textbook and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“So, the fact I saw my brother sneaking into the school earlier has nothing to do with your sudden bout of happiness?”  He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Oh...”  I looked straight down at my paper—we were busted.

“What the hell do you see in him anyway?  You know he’ll never be the kind of guy to settle down.”  Mr. Thorne sighed and shook his head.

“I like him.”  I flashed a half-smile and shrugged as I lifted my head.  “We’re happy together.”

“You still want to see him even though he doesn’t sit in this chair?”  Mr. Thorne kept his gaze on me.

“The chair has nothing to do with it.  Yes, that was how it began, but he really did help me find something I was missing in my life.  His influence is why I’m trying to do better in school and graduate.  If he never came along, I would still be the bitch you hated.”  I shrugged again.  “He’s good for me.”

“I never thought I would hear anyone describe my brother that way.”  Mr. Sloane rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.  “I assume you’re going to be seeing him this weekend?”

“Yes, sir.”  I nodded.  There was no reason to lie about it at that point.

“Ask him to come by the house on Sunday.  I think we need to talk.”  He sighed deeply.

“I will.”  A smile crept up on my face.

“I got some more of your grades today.  I must say, I’m actually impressed by what you’re doing.  You got a perfect grade on your Sociology essay.”  He shifted the conversation away from Anton, but I didn’t mind since he had given me a morsel of hope to take home with me for the weekend.

“I worked hard on that.”  The smile on my face widened.

“It’s a shame you’ve never tried to apply yourself, because you’re actually quite intelligent.”  He looked over at my textbook.

“Thank you.”  I looked down at my textbook as well and we started discussing my latest assignment.

I did my best to focus on the tutoring, but my thoughts were on Anton.  I was finally going to see him again, and I needed to feel his touch so bad that my mind was clouded with it.  After a couple of failed attempts at reading the page in front of me to answer Mr. Thorne’s latest question, realized that I was going to have to buckle down or I was going to be there all night.  I found the answer to his question and we moved on to the next one. 

Mr. Thorne was a really good teacher.  He kept things interesting as he helped me learn information I normally thought was boring.  When the session finally ended, I was almost in tears from laughing at his corny jokes.  I gathered my things and headed to my car.  With the tutoring officially behind me, my thoughts shifted back to Anton.  I needed to get home quickly or I wasn’t going to have a meal waiting for him like I promised.  The excitement was building as I stared at the clock.  It felt like more than a week since I had been with him.  The stolen moments in the janitor’s closet barely counted after the time we had spent together leading up to it.

***

THE KITCHEN WAS A BIT of a disaster once I put together a decent dish of spaghetti and meatballs, but I had time to spare.  I put the garlic bread in the oven and leaned back against the counter with a sigh of relief escaping my lips.  I was going to be able to deliver on my promise of a good home-cooked meal for my starving, homeless man.  I grabbed a cigarette and walked out onto the balcony, lighting it up as soon as I was outside.  I looked at my phone and saw that I had at least twenty minutes before he would be there if he was on time.  My heart started to race and it wasn’t just the fury of the nicotine pushing my pulse higher than it normally was.  It was the excitement of seeing Anton, having him there with me, eating dinner with him—all the things normal couples did that we had never done.  We definitely weren’t a traditional couple, but I didn’t care.  I wanted the happily-ever-after and the white picket fence with him.  It didn’t matter to me that he was an ex-con or that we didn’t know a lot about each other—I knew enough to know he was exactly what I wanted.

“Those things will kill you.”  A voice broke the silence of the evening and I spun around to see Anton in the doorway leading out to the balcony.  “And leaving your front door unlocked will get you killed.”

“You saw the neighborhood, right?”  I threw my cigarette off the balcony.  “We haven’t had a crime here that didn’t involve a kitten in a tree since I was a kid.”

“I’m pretty sure a few of your neighbors called the cops when they saw me step out of the taxi.”  He chuckled and walked towards me.

“Let me get the garlic bread finished and I’ll give you the grand tour.”  Our lips met and we kissed until I could hear the beeper going off in the kitchen.

I pulled the garlic bread out of the oven and put it on the stove to cool.  I took Anton’s hand and led him into the living room where I showed him pictures of me growing up—along with the ones of my shining star brother who had more wall space than me.  We walked around the dining room, the den, and eventually we got to the stairs.  We paused for another kiss before we finally started walking up them.  The top of the stairs was mostly bedrooms.  My parents had the biggest and my brother had the one next to it.  He didn’t live with us, but he had never moved most of his stuff out so it looked like a tribute to his senior year of high school.  The spare room was mostly just a bare bones room with a dresser and a bed, so there wasn’t much to show.  We got to the end of the hallway and pushed the door open to my private sanctuary.  It was decorated with posters of bands I liked, a few pictures of my friends, and a whole lot of pink.  I had thought about painting it a few times, but I never had the motivation.

“So, this is where I sleep.”  I pointed to my bed.

“It has good support.”  Anton pushed his hands against it.  “Hopefully it won’t break before we’re done putting it to work this weekend.”

“That will be difficult to explain to my parents, so please restrain yourself.”  I nudged him with my elbow.  “Come on, we’ll have time enough for that later.  We should eat before the food gets cold.”

“Only if I get to have you for dessert.”  He grabbed me around the waist and pressed his lips to my neck.

“Me?  I thought you would want cake...”  I teased him slightly before I gasped from the feeling of his lips on my neck.

“Some Bethany cake, for sure.”  His hand moved below my waist and locked onto my inner thigh.

“Stop, I don’t want the food to get cold.”  I pulled away, but my body was already heating up from his touch.

We went back downstairs and I served him spaghetti, heaping a giant portion on his plate until he finally stopped me.  My father had some imported beer that I wasn’t fond of, but Anton didn’t seem to mind.  I decided to stick with water.  We sat down and started to eat, which really showcased the difference in the way we were raised.  I swirled my fork against my spoon until the noodles were perfectly wrapped while he just tossed clumps of them into his mouth and slurped until the noodles disappeared.  I cut my meatballs into fours while he put the whole thing in his mouth and chewed until he could swallow it.  He even tossed a generous portion of spaghetti on his garlic bread and bit into it like it was some sort of half-sandwich.  At least he didn’t hate my cooking.  That was a plus, even if he did eat like a Neanderthal.  When we were done eating, he was clearly stuffed and decided to drink another beer before he left the table.

“I could get used to this.”  He stifled a burp.

“Maybe next time you can cook?”  I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Um.”  He looked around the kitchen.  “I don’t see a deep fryer or a barbecue grill in here, so I don’t think I’m going to get very far.  I could burn something in a skillet, maybe.”

“Okay, I’ll handle the food.”  I laughed and sipped my water.  “Oh, I talked to your brother before I left school.”

“You did?”  I could see Anton’s face tense up.

“Yeah, I think he’s ready to talk.  He asked me to tell you that he wants you to come by on Sunday.”  I smiled and nodded.  “He knew you were at school today.”

“Fuck...”  Anton’s eyebrows came together with concern.  “He probably wants to tell me not to ever come back—hell, he might have the cops waiting for me when I get to his house.”

“I don’t think so.”  I shook my head back and forth.  “I think he really does want to talk.”

“I hope so...”  He sighed as he contemplated the words.  “I really do.”

“So...”  I grinned and bit down on my lip.  “What now?”

“I think I’m ready for dessert.”  He finished his beer and reached out to take my hand.

Our lips were pressed together before we even got up the stairs and our clothes dotted the path we took to get there.  He scooped me up once we were naked and carried me down the hallway in his arms.  When we got to my bedroom he tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, his lips quickly finding mine again.  I was wet before his cock even pressed against my pussy, just from the fire of his kiss.  My legs spread further apart as he sank between my thighs and started to enter me.  He had to pull back and push his cock into me several times before he was all the way in, but once he was, his lips started to kiss my neck while his hands moved across my body.  I had been without him so long that I thought I was going to cum before he got much motion going.  His dick teased my g-spot bouncing against it as he picked up momentum.  My hands traced his abdominal muscles as they flexed with every thrust.

“This week has been torture.”  He leaned over further and kissed my ear.  “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too—and I really missed this.”  I moaned as he went deep again, pushing his cock against my g-spot.

I was in his arms where I belonged—beneath the the thunder of his hips where I wanted to be.  He started to pick up the momentum, sending me into a world of bliss with his thrusts.  My body was on fire from his touch and even when his cock wasn’t sending me into a spiral of pleasure, his lips were teasing my flesh and keeping the spark ignited.  The pressure started to build inside me and I could tell that it wasn’t going to take long to orgasm.  My body had been without him too long to stop it from accelerating towards the release it craved so bad.  He leaned back onto his knees and squeezed my breasts while he continued to drive the entirety of his length into me.  His cock pulsated with his lust, building into a frenzy as he hammered my pussy with the ferocity of his desires.  His hands moved from my breasts to my hips and gripped them, holding them tightly in place as he made the bed shake with every thrust.

“This feels so good.”  His words came out in a grunt that resonated from his throat.

“So good that I’m gonna cum!”  My hands reached out and squeezed the bedspread as I felt my body starting to ignite with an orgasm.

My muscles tensed up and remained tight while he kept the steady thunder of thrusts moving my bed so much that the headboard was slamming into the wall and the picture frames were rattling on the wall.  I stayed suspended in the moment of pleasure and bliss for almost a full minute before I felt my muscles start to relax.  My body surged with excitement as my orgasm was released.  It felt like a wave of pleasure rolling through my body while my pussy spasmed on his cock.  I could feel him throbbing from the sensation, but he wasn’t as close as I was.  He continued hammering himself into me while I erupted in the throes of my passion.  When my body finally relaxed from the first orgasm I felt the fire start to ignite again.  His cock was still steadily slamming into my g-spot, which made the second orgasm build even faster than the first.  The added lubrication from my orgasm made his movements even faster, heightening the pleasure I was feeling while the pressure built inside of me.

“I’m gonna cum again!”  I pulled a hand across my mouth and bit down.

“Let it out.”  He pushed my hand away.  “We’re the only ones here.”

“Oh god!”  A scream lifted from my throat as the second orgasm began.

Hearing my scream seemed to make his excitement grow.  His moans turned into grunts and then he was barely making any sound at all except for gasps of air rushing from deep within him.  His muscles tightened up and I felt the surge of cum moving through his shaft.  He roared with pleasure and then started to unload inside of me.  It was like a volcanic eruption of lust filling me while my orgasm matched his fury.  The bed shook even more as the scent of our lust filled the air.  He slammed his cock in deep and continued ejaculating, releasing the last of his seed inside me before he finally started to relax.  My muscles stopped spasming once his release was done and my orgasm was complete.  I felt exhausted, barely able to move from the tingling that surged through my whole body.  He sank down beside me in the bed and I forced an eye open to look over at him.  There were beads of sweat formed on his brow and a few along the top of his chest.  I moved closer and he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me tight against his chest.

“The best part of this,” I pressed my lips to his chest, “is that we can stay right here the entire night.”

“Good.”  He nodded.  “Because I’m not finished with you—this is just an intermission.”