3 Days Later
I enter the restaurant, dressed in something I went and bought specifically for this occasion— a date with Adam. None of my normal clothes would do, and I felt no desire to dress like a religion I no longer really believed in, anyway.
I don’t see how God would want to deny me the pleasure of my heart and body. He put me on this earth to feel things, and feel them I do with Adam.
Earlier in class, Adam handed back tests he had corrected. Mine had a 98% on it and said “See me after class— at Hot Cocoa at 8”, in what I had come to know as Adam’s chicken scratch handwriting.
I’d had to use Google on the new Kindle Fire I’d bought myself to learn that Hot Cocoa was a hip new restaurant in Manhattan. I gladly took the train into the City after buying myself this dress.
After what happened the other night, I wasn’t sure what Adam was thinking. He acted nonchalant in class but I knew he didn’t want to get either of us into trouble. I was sure he would want to be with me again, but I just didn’t know when. And that part had been killing me.
“Right this way, Miss,” says the hostess, as if she has been waiting for me.
She brings me to a table in the back where Adam is waiting. He was early and I’m impressed.
“Why hello, my top student,” he says, as I sit down. “Way to get 98% on the test. But still not perfect, which is why I called this meeting.”
I laugh, and then say in all seriousness, “Actually, I have a bone I want to pick with you about that.”
“That’s funny,” he says, “because I have a bone I want to put in you.”
We laugh again but then I continue.
“The one I got wrong was a trick question,” I tell him. “You asked about market trends but you didn’t specify local, regional or national market.”
“Very true,” he agrees, after thinking about it. “But I can’t change your grade to 100% or people will know I’m playing favorites.”
“Hey!” I protest. “There’s no playing favorites about it. I’ve been doing well in your class despite our… personal relationship.”
“True again,” he says. “You are definitely one of the smartest students I’ve ever had. And I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually.”
I look at him with interest and then he continues.
“I’ve reviewed your high school transcript,” he says. “And your SAT scores. I already knew you had a brilliant business mind. But everything matches up to the point where I have to ask you— have you considered Harvard?”
“I never considered anywhere but Hudson because it was where my dad said I had to go,” I answer him, honestly.
“Well, now that you’re on your own two feet, maybe you can look into other options for the future.”
As the waiter brings our drinks that Adam had already ordered— just waters, since I can’t legally drink— and gets our food orders, I can’t help but think of another joke.
“You wanted to see me after class to talk to me about my future college plans?”
“Not exactly,” he says, with a grin. “But everything I want to talk about is related.”
He’s being very serious now, so I stop the joking. My heart pounds in my chest.
“I need to tell you something you’ll probably hear about at some point if you don’t already,” Adam says. “I have been quite the lady’s man. And I don’t mean being a little forward with dates, like you say you have a reputation for. Those wimpy guys don’t know how to treat a woman, so their opinion and any rumors about that don’t count.”
I blush, glad he doesn’t think I’m too forward.
“But I was more than forward,” he says. “And the whole reason I’m teaching at Hudson is because I was too much of a problem for Harvard. They had to put me on an administrative leave of sorts.”
I shrug and can’t resist saying, “Well, I knew it wasn’t because you needed intellectual stimulation from students who live in the sticks.”
He laughs, a full, loud belly laugh that I love.
“That may be true, but I sure am glad for it, because that’s how I met you.”
And now he looks at me very seriously.
“And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” he says. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I also know you’re different than girls from my past. Not only did I want to be with you again sexually, which is rare, but I also can’t help but fall for you emotionally as well.”
Now it feels as if fireworks are exploding in my stomach. The waiter brings our food but I’m not even hungry. I’m just so excited that Adam feels about me the same way I’ve been feeling about him.
“I’m going to tell you something I don’t tell anyone,” he says. “So you know there’s a reason for my insanity.”
“Okay,” I tell him, my palms becoming sweaty with anticipation. I feel something magical in the air, as if he and I are really meant to be.
“I was once engaged,” he says, taking a bite of his filet mignon as if to gather strength to tell me the rest of the story. “But my fiancée was in a car accident. I was driving, but it wasn’t my fault. Another driver came out of nowhere and hit us. But I could never shake the feeling that I was responsible. That if I had somehow been able to see the car, and swerve out of the way—”
I put my hand over his.
“Survivor’s guilt,” I tell him, nodding. I’d read about it, in my psychology class last semester. But I’m sure that’s nothing compared to living through it. “It’s a real thing. But it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know that now,” he says. “I realize I’ve spent the rest of my life holding myself back, cutting myself off to love, but then when I met you, I just couldn’t live that way anymore. I have to open myself back up to it, or I’ll miss the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too,” I say, and he squeezes my hand across the table.
“Good. I want to propose something,” he says.
“Okay,” I tell him, holding my breath, just knowing that this is going to change my life.
“Be my secret lover for the next two months, until the end of the semester,” he says. “And then be my real lover. Out in the open. For all the world to see.”
“Okay,” I tell him, without even having to think about it. “But what, exactly, is your plan? How do you plan to pull that off?”
“Well, I figure that for the rest of this semester we can just meet here in the City for our rendezvous,” he says. “It’s a big city, and I doubt anyone will find us.”
“I doubt anyone will be looking,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s not as if many kids from Hudson are allowed to come here and party or anything. The only way I’m able to be out after curfew is because they still think I live with my parents.”
He chuckles, and I love his laugh so much.
“Exactly,” he says, but then I look over at another table and can’t believe my eyes.
“Is that… Natalyia?” I ask, nodding towards the blonde sitting with a man at a corner table.
“Does she work at The Exchange?” Adam asks.
I nod.
“I guess New York is a big city, but it’s still a small world.”
“Well, she doesn’t count,” I hasten to assure him. “I’m sure she’ll be happy for me, and she looks pretty happy herself.”
He nods, but looks a little anxious.
“Just in case, we won’t let her know we’re here,” I tell her. “I doubt she’ll even remember me even if she sees me, which I don’t think she has. But anyway, as you were saying, we’ll stay on the downlow until the rest of this semester.”
“Yes,” he says. “And in the meantime, you apply at Harvard. I just know you’ll get in, as a transfer student.”
“Okay,” I say, laughing because I have no idea if he’s right and the whole thing just sounds so outrageous to me. But nothing truly seems impossible to me anymore, after where Adam and I started and where we’ve ended up.
“Then when we get to Harvard, we’ll just say your my fiancé,” he says. “I won’t admit to hooking up with you as my student, and they can’t say anything against me hooking up with you if we’re already engaged by the time we get there and let them know.”
“Woah,” I say, throwing my head back and laughing, but my heart is being fast and hard. “So, I’ll be like… your fake fiancée?”
“Something like that,” he says, winking at me. “But we’ll just see what happens.”
“Okay,” I tell him. “Deal.”
Once we’re done eating, we leave without Natalyia seeing us. That night, he comes back with me to my apartment. He whistles as he looks around at my hardwood floors and marble countertops.
“So, this is what a very expensive bid for oral sex can buy, huh?” he asks.
“Very funny,” I tell him. “Hudson is a very inexpensive town. Money goes further here.”
“Well, I think it’s about time you christened these marble countertops.”
“I agree,” I tell him.
He tears my clothes off and his, then he puts a condom on. He lifts me up onto the countertops. I wrap my legs around him and he puts his big cock inside me. My pussy throbs, as if it’s been anticipating him inside it, which it has.
He thrusts in and out of me, as I grip his shoulders. I come but before he comes, he lays me back on the counter.
“Remember this?” he asks.
“I sure do.”
His tongue hits me fast and hard, lapping up my juices as he makes me come yet again. Then he picks me up and continues to fuck me, as he stands straight up while holding me in his arms. I love how strong he is.
I look down to see his cock looking bigger than ever as he rams it in and out of me.
“Remember when I took your virginity?” he asks, nuzzling my neck as he pushes me up against the wall and continues to fuck me.
“Yes,” I tell him, remembering it as if it was yesterday.
“I want to fuck you forever,” he says, as he throbs inside me. “I love you, Sarah.”
I lean my head back and look into his eyes as I begin to come. “I love you too, Adam.”
“I’m coming,” he says, as I join him.
“Me too.”
“This is the best money I’ve ever spent.”