Chapter Four: An Education in Fucking

JASON WOKE ON SATURDAY feeling as though a massive burden had been lifted from him. He was even looking forward to bowling, as much as he despised the sport itself.

And, unsurprisingly, he was eager to see Samantha.

She’d brought him oatmeal cookies yesterday, saying that she’d almost eaten the whole packet by herself. Saying she would get fat if she ate everything herself. He didn’t believe a word of it, but he appreciated the gesture.

He dressed in a golf shirt and jeans and decided not to shave. Perhaps he’d try and grow a beard this winter, who knew? Without Kate whining in his ears about his lack of personal grooming, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

Maybe the move out here was finally starting to pay off.

When Samantha spotted him at the bowling alley, she walked over with a wide smile on her face.

She wasn’t wearing any make-up today. Strangely, it made her look younger and prettier. Maybe she wasn’t any good at applying cosmetics. She wore a ‘Go Beavers’ t-shirt that struggled to contain her breasts and a pair of pale capri pants that ended just below her knees.

He’d been right: her legs were well defined; all the way from her shapely calves to her muscular thighs.

Realising he was staring, Jason moved his eyes back to Sam’s and forced a smile onto his mouth.

“You look… different.” His voice wasn’t as casual as he’d hoped for.

“There aren’t any students here,” Sam said, cocking her head to the side. She held a glass of wine in her hand and, from her flushed cheeks, it probably wasn’t her first. “I swear, if I ever get another student commenting on my ass, I’ll quit.”

Jason hastily cleared his throat. “I can’t imagine how terrible that must be.”

She widened her eyes at him, her lips quivering as if she were suppressing a smile.

“Don’t make it sound like that,” she scolded. “Of course I don’t mind compliments. But not if it’s inappropriate.” She took a sip of her wine. “You know what’s like.” She lifted a finger from her wine glass and pointed at him with it “You’re a handsome one. Female students must come onto you all the time.”

“Uh—” Jason swallowed.

“I’m so sorry.” Samantha pressed her fingers over her mouth. “I’ve had too much wine.” She began looking around, perhaps for a place to set her wine glass down.

“No, it’s fine. I do know what you mean.” Jason glanced over at the faculty members, most of who were already engaged in a raucous game of bowling. “Where did you get that, anyway?” he asked, pointing to the glass.

“Follow me.”

It was impossible not to stare at her ass as she sashayed ahead of him, leading him through the bowling alley while she effortlessly sidestepped howling children.

“Do you play?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

“Oh, good,” she breathed. “The last time I tried, I forgot to let go of the ball.”

“What?”

She glanced back at him as she emptied her wine. “I almost scored a strike,” she said with a shrug.

Jason laughed and, after a second, Samantha joined him.

“Sssh…” Samantha hissed.

She pressed a finger to Jason’s lips, almost missing.

“No, but—”

“Just five secs.” The way she slurred, it sounded as if she’d said ‘sex’. Just five sex. It sounded like fun.

Sam swayed and Jason caught hold of her elbow to keep her up.

“Five sex ‘s all I need.”

Him too. Maybe six, if he was feeling adventurous.

“My place is a mess, Sam.” Jason propped the intoxicated biology teacher against the wall and squinted at the keys in his hands. One of them had to open the front door, but which? It was like Russian roulette; except if he got it wrong Sam would — in her own words — pee her pants.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re running a brothel in there right now.” She folded her legs together and slammed her fist into the lintel. “Faster, Jason. Please!”

Jason chuckled and finally found the right key.

He pushed open the door and pointed to the bathroom. In his tiny apartment, it was impossible to miss.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Samantha rushed past him and slammed the door closed.

Jason ran a hand through his hair and glanced around his apartment. It wasn’t actually a mess; Kate had been as strict in her housekeeping as everything else. After ten years, it had rubbed off on him. There was nothing here that Sam could—

Wine’s panties.

He’d thrown them away, he hurriedly reminded himself.

Then why did he have a dim memory of retrieving them from the otherwise empty trash can?

And where the hell had he left them?

Jason hurried over to the couch but a quick scan revealed no lacy underwear. In the kitchen, perhaps?

No. Another dim memory had him thinking they were inside his bedroom. He’d probably stashed them in his bedside table. He seemed to remember doing that last night, after he’d texted her. After she hadn’t replied.

He heard the toilet flush and prodded his glasses back up his nose. Jason flopped down on the couch as Samantha exited the bathroom, a relieved grin on her face.

They’d both had way too much to drink at the bowling alley.

He’d been worried about driving home, but it turned out she lived only a few blocks away from him. And when she’d ask him to make an emergency stop for the sake of her bladder, the closest place had been his apartment.

Samantha adjusted the strap of her bra. It had been slipping off her shoulder the entire evening. Jason had watched her slide it back up her tanned skin more times than he could count.

“Thank you, so much. I wouldn’t have made it home.”

He got to his feet. “Sure.”

She pushed away from the wall and strode up to him, a crooked smile on her lips. The red wine she’d been drinking had stained her mouth blood red. It lent her face a vintage, pin-up girl air that Jason was finding more and more sexy the longer he looked at her.

Fuck, not this again.

He had to get her out of here. The last thing he needed was her thinking he was some kind of pervert; first looking at her ass and then coming onto her when she was drunk. When he was drunk. Drunk? He was wasted. He’d tried matching her drink for drink, but she’d quickly pulled ahead. Maybe she’d been trying to get him drunk.

“I should get you home,” he said.

Samantha giggled. “Oh no,” she warned, waggling a finger at him. She sank onto the couch and rested her head back. “I shouldn’t have let you drive me this far in the first place.” She pointed at the half-way open bathroom door. “I just realised in there exactly how bloody drunk I am.” Then she pointed at him. “Which means you’re at least half as drunk as me.” Samantha shook her head emphatically. “You shouldn’t be driving in your state. It’s a miracle we made it this far.”

Jason opened his mouth to protest, and then remembered running a red light and not even realising it until Samantha had stopped laughing long enough to tell him that he couldn’t drive worth shit.

Fuck, he’d almost gotten them killed. Wasn’t that a sobering thought? And it seemed Samantha had recalled the same thing, because she suddenly sat forward and shook her head.

“Wow,” she whispered, dragging her fingers over her cheeks. “You have coffee?”

“Yes.” Jason snapped his fingers at her. “I do. Strong coffee.”

Samantha chuckled as he rushed into the kitchen. He was pouring cream into their cups when he heard movement behind him. Jason turned, nearly dropping the cream when he saw Samantha hoisting herself up onto the kitchen counter behind her. She seemed surprised that he’d heard her, because she froze with a naughty grin on her face.

“You mind?” she asked slowly.

“No. You snuck up on me.”

“Sorry.” She began swinging her legs under her. She’d taken off her shoes. Her toenails were free of polish, but recently manicured.

It really sucked that he knew these things; Kate had ruined him, she really had.

“You have a thing for feet, or something?” Samantha asked.

Jason tore his gaze away from her feet and cleared his throat. “No! I’m so sorry. My ex-wife—” And he cut the rest of that sentence off with a sharp intake of breath.

He turned away from her and put the cream in the fridge. Jason handed Sam her coffee, their fingers brushing as he did. She put the cup to her mouth, but didn’t drink, watching him over the rim instead.

“What happened?” she whispered.

“With? Oh.” Jason nudged his glasses back up his nose. “You know. We fell out of love, I guess.” He pointed at Samantha’s feet. “She used to go to the salon every weekend. Would rant about their prices. I eventually ended up giving her pedicures just to get her to stop whining.”

Samantha snorted over her coffee and then looked embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t enjoy it.” He shrugged. “That bitch always managed to get me to do things I didn’t want to.”

He took a sip of coffee, and Samantha mimicked him. Then she set her cup aside and held out both arms, beckoning him closer. He put his cup down and gave her a cautious look.

“What?” he asked, his voice light with caution.

“Just come here. I won’t bite.”

Jason inched closer.

Samantha reached behind his head and touched the ball of hair at the nape of his neck.

“I want to see what it looks like loose. May I?”

“Sure,” Jason managed.

She’d obviously sprayed perfume onto her wrists earlier in the day; he caught a whiff of an intoxicatingly-heady aroma as she tugged at the elastic band keeping his hair back from his face.

Samantha ran her fingers through his hair, drawing it forward and over his ears. The touch brought tremors over his scalp; it lifted the hairs on the back of his head and made his cock shift as if it was looking around for Wine.

“It’s quite long,” she mused. “I wouldn’t have thought. And soft. You obviously take good care of your hair.”

Jason laughed. “If you’re starting to wonder about my sexual orientation… don’t worry, so am I.”

“Never,” Sam said with a soft laugh. “You’re intelligent, and good looking, and sweet.” Her voice faded at the last.

Her eyes moved from his hair to his mouth. As if realising what she was doing, Sam blushed and averted her gaze, snapping her hands away from Jason to grab hold of her coffee cup.

“Sam…” Jason trailed off, not sure what he’d been planning to say.

“I should go.” Her voice was suddenly husky. “I’ve had too much to drink, and I’m making all sorts of inappropriate comments.”

“It’s okay,” Jason said. “I probably won’t even remember what you said in the morning.”

There was a flash of hurt in her eyes at his comment, and Jason pressed his eyes closed.

“Shit, that came out wrong.”

He heard her hop off the kitchen counter. “I’m going to call a cab.”

“Sam,” he called after her as she made her way into the lounge. “I’m a dick. Please, I really didn’t—”

She turned and smiled at him. Not as warmly as before, but her face lit up just the same.

“It’s okay, Jason. I shouldn’t be here. It’s definitely not appropriate.” Samantha turned back to the couch and bent to retrieve her handbag from the floor.

Which gave Jason a perfect view of her ass.

It was as spectacular as he remembered.

He wanted to touch it. Squeeze it. Jerk those perfect halves apart and stare at her—

Jason put his coffee cup down, a little harder than he’d intended, and strode up to her while she was still straightening.

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmured.

He slid his hands around her waist and turned her to face him. His head was fizzing; the alcohol had completely dissolved his inhibitions. He’d been horny for days now, ever since Wine had visited him in his office. He had a feeling Sam liked him; she’d been flirting with him the whole day.

Samantha frowned up at him in confusion, mouth open as if she wanted to scold him again.

For a moment, he thought she would resist him. But then she arched her back, melding their bodies together. She gazed up at him with quivering eyelashes, something — concern or lust? — flickering deep in her golden eyes.

Jason ran his hands up her hips and over the top of her shoulders, his thumbs tracing her collar bones. She shivered at his touch, but otherwise remained motionless, watching him expectantly, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

“You have such beautiful skin,” Jason murmured. “Soft. Supple. Like warm clay.”

Samantha shivered again and closed her eyes. Jason ran the tips of his fingers up her neck and into her hair, tugging free her knot of hair. A heap of auburn curls cascaded to her shoulders, ringlets unfurling around her face. He sank his fingers deep into the mass of hair and pulled them through, combing it out.

She made a soft sound in the back of her throat; a low keen that made his cock stiffen painfully inside his jeans. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over the hollow at the base of her throat, and down between her breasts.

Her body tensed as his fingers skimmed over her stomach and traced the zipper at the front of her tight capris. He hesitated, eyes searching hers, with his fingers less than an inch away from her clit.

Sam groaned and lifted herself onto her toes.

His fingers skimmed down, brushing her clit. He moved his hand away after a single feather-light stroke.

“No, Jason,” she moaned. “You can’t tease me like that.”

Her eyes were more intoxicating than the countless glasses of alcohol he’d consumed today. They were flecked with gold, warm and inviting. His heart began to throb, mimicking the throbbing in his pants. What little inhibitions he had left were now completely annihilated.

Boring, was he?

Demure and unsatisfying? Not anymore.

It was time he treated women like Wine had treated him. She’d seen him, wanted him, and taken him; he’d had little choice in the matter. She’d washed over him like a tempest, abandoning him to recover alone in her wake.

“You don’t like it when I tease you?” Jason whispered in her ear. “Would you rather I just turn you over and fuck you? No foreplay?” He skimmed a finger over the seam of her capris.

Samantha shuddered and reached for his hand, perhaps to intensify the touch, but Jason moved out of reach.

“Will you undress for me?”

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