Chapter Eighteen
Cole
That Sunday, when my parents came over, one of the first things my mother asked me about was if I had seen Allie again. We were sitting on the deck, watching Declan in the backyard as he dug for rocks with the new pail and shovel set my parents had just brought over for him.
“Errr...” I paused. I hadn’t planned on mentioning anything to my parents about it—at least not just yet—but I also wasn’t interested in hearing more of my mother’s worries about the fact that I was still single. “We have been hanging out. We’re kind of seeing each other, I guess.”
“You are?” she asked, perking up.
“Yes,” I said. “But don’t say anything to Declan about it yet.”
“Of course not. I think that’s wise to take things slowly with him and not introduce him until you’re sure that things are serious.”
I noticed, though, that my father wasn’t looking as thrilled as my mother was. “Now, don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I think she’s a very nice girl. But... you’re seeing each other? She’s Declan’s teacher, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that...kosher?”
“What do you mean—because she’s his teacher? It’s not like she’s my teacher.”
Now my mother also had a worried look on her face. “That thought never even crossed my mind. Do you think there might be some sort of policy that she’s violating? She certainly seemed like a lovely person, but it seems as though they might have rules or something against that sort of thing.”
“Well, he’ll be starting kindergarten in the fall, so it’s not like he’ll be going to the Learning Center for that much longer, anyway,” I said.
My mother seemed satisfied with this answer, but my father looked skeptical.
“I’ll talk to her about it,” I said. “I’ll mention it to her, anyway. I don’t think there’s really going to be a problem, though.”
Even if there was, that wouldn’t be enough to make me stop seeing her.
Instead of going for a ride when my parents took Declan out a little later, I went over to Allie’s house.
“I was just thinking about you,” she said when she saw me. “Come on in. Where’s Declan?”
“He’s with my parents,” I said as I followed her into the house.
“Cool,” she said. “That means I can do this.” And she stepped right over to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a long kiss.
“So, I happened to mention to my parents that I was seeing you,” I said when we finally pulled apart.
“Seeing me?”
“Yeah. Is that...okay?”
“I guess we are seeing each other. I mean, I was hoping that it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Though I’d understand if it was,” she added quickly.
“No,” I said. “I don’t want it to be. I’m not saying we should be talking about moving in together and what sort of seating arrangement we want at the wedding or anything like that, but...I’ll be completely honest with you, Allie—I really enjoy spending time with you.”
She smiled—coyly, it seemed—and raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” she said.
“Absolutely.”
“It’s not, say, because of a bet you might have wagered with a certain friend of yours?”
I winced. There was no point in denying it, because she’d obviously knew what was going on. “Errrr... how’d you hear about that? Did Ben tell you?”
“Declan did.”
“What? Declan? Seriously?”
She started to laugh. “Yeah, he must’ve overheard you guys talking about it whenever it was you were setting it up. Now, I know that some people in my position would be... oh, I don’t know, offended by such a thing, and I was at first, but...”
“That bet has nothing to do with the way I feel about you,” I said. “It was a stupid thing to agree to in the first place.”
“I guess you won, though, huh? What’s the prize?”
“Just getting to be with you is good enough for me.”
“Aw, that’s sweet of you. But really, though, what was the wager? I’m curious.”
“Well, after he talked to you that day, he seemed to think that you had no interest in being with anyone at all, so he bet me that I wouldn’t be able to sleep with you. And if he won, I was going to have to take him to a playoff game of his choice.”
“And if you won?”
I thought back, trying to remember. It took me a second. “He was going to hang out with Declan a couple times a month so I could go riding. Or just have that time to myself.”
“So I guess you get that now.”
“I don’t even care if I do. Other than it’d be nice because you and I would have that time to be able to go out and do something, sans children.”
“How’d your parents react?”
“They were happy. Well, my dad started asking about how it was going to look since you’re Declan’s teacher and all, but I didn’t think it would be an issue. Are there rules against that?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “That wasn’t one of the things I asked during my interview.”
“Because I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything like that.”
“There’s probably some sort of ethics about getting involved with a patient, though, isn’t there?”
“I’m sure we could find you another doctor if it was going to be an issue.”
“I don’t even care about that,” she said. She pulled her shirt off, and there were those perfect tits of hers, and I started touching them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they got hard. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was fumbling with the button on my shorts. She got it undone and unzipped the fly, then pushed my pants down so they were around my knees. She dropped down in front of me, and I felt her mouth go around the head of my cock and I leaned back, closing my eyes. If she’d only ever kissed one other guy before, I had to assume she’d never given anyone head, but she was doing such a good job of it I began to wonder if maybe I was wrong. She worked her tongue in slow circles, then she began moving her head up and down, moving faster the harder that my cock got.
I ran my fingers through her hair, tried to keep my breathing steady and not blow my load right then and there, though it was difficult because it had been a long time since I’d gotten a blow job, never mind one this good. I managed to work my other hand underneath her and reach down so I could grab my balls, pulling them down, away from my body, which took the edge off a bit.
She kept at it, alternating between taking me almost all the way in to just paying some serious attention the head of my cock, licking it as though it were a delicious lollipop. I reached out and grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter because I felt like I was about to fall over.
And then she was standing up, pushing her shorts down, yanking her underwear off. She leaned against the counter, hoisting one of her legs up, and I held onto her hips and spread my own legs apart so I could get at the right angle to slide my cock into her. She was so wet. I held onto her hips as I started to fuck her, leaning my upper body back from her so I could look at her as I did so. Her tits bounced up and down as we moved, and she threw her head back, her throat slender and exposed. I could see her pulse beating there, underneath the smooth skin. I brought one hand up and squeezed her nipple and she cried out, biting her lip, her pussy muscles tightening around me. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer, the feeling was about to roar through me like a steam engine. Nothing I could do about it. I tried to hang on long enough for her to climax, and as I felt her muscles contracting around me, I pulled out, but instead of just standing there, she dropped to her knees again and took me into her mouth, right as I came.
Holy fucking shit.