Chapter 6

Garrett

If I’d had the opportunity, I would have slapped myself around the face to see if I was dreaming. I was on my way to Meredith Butler’s apartment. My horniness far overrode my need to be honest with her about my age. The only actual lies I’d told her were about my age and about my career as a personal trainer. I lived in a room share in Manhattan that wasn’t an untruth. I just omitted it being on the college campus. She was exuberant about her job and about accounting and I’d wished I could join in with discussions about business, but she thought I was a PT and so I kept the subject around fitness.

Meredith’s apartment was small, but it wasn’t the shit tip I’d expected. Yeah, sure, she picked up a few things when we first walked in, but not much. Christ, if she saw my place on a Saturday morning she would die.

“I’m just going to freshen up in the bathroom. There’s a bottle of wine and some beers in the fridge if you’d like to get them.”

I nodded and headed towards the tiny kitchenette where I extracted two cold beers. After rummaging in a couple drawers, I located a bottle opener, opened the bottles and then I placed both drinks on a small coffee table in front of the couch.

When Meredith came out of the bathroom, I swallowed deeply. She was wearing just a lacy black bra with a small pink bow in the center and a matching thong. That taut body with her trademark tattoo was exposed to me again for the second time in four days–not that she knew that. I needed to ensure that I didn’t repeat any moves from Friday night. I didn’t want her knowing it was me, not yet. If our relationship went the distance, if we somehow made it past a few dates, then I’d confess all, but right now I wanted her to know what she would miss if she let me go because of my age. Truth was, I wanted her hooked on me. I lifted my bottle and took a cool drink of beer to wet my throat which had gone so dry.

“You look beautiful,” I told her. “Now come sit here with your beer while I go freshen up myself.”

I passed her as I headed into her bathroom. When I’d taken a leak, I stood in front of the mirror where I looked at myself, trying to see what she saw. No way in hell did I look nineteen years old. No way in hell was I going to act it either.

I went out of the bathroom and Meredith looked up, unsure as to what would happen next.

“Stand up.” I commanded.

She did, and I picked her up and placed her over my shoulder where I spanked her bare ass cheeks.

“It’s playtime.” I told her. “Time to show you you’re mine.”

I placed her on the bed and instructed her to stay on all fours with her ass raised high in the air. Then I peeled off her bra and panties so that she was completely exposed to me while I stayed fully dressed. Kneeling behind her on the bed, enjoying the view of those creamy tits hanging down and that firm white ass in the air, her puckered hole on display. I’d claim that another time. Right now, I fastened my mouth on her pussy and played her like a piano. I knew the moves that made her come and from this different position she couldn’t place her hands in my hair. I didn’t do the circular motion from before, instead I trailed my tongue in the letters of the alphabet, one after another until O really was for orgasm and she came against my mouth in a shudder.

Quickly I stripped off my own clothes and guided her off the bed, towards her wall, not giving her a moment to recover. I feasted on her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue and then I pushed her legs apart and slammed my cock in her still pulsating cunt.

“Oh my fucking God.” She screamed.

With every thrust she hit the wall behind her. I hoped her neighbors heard. I hoped the world heard and knew she was mine. The thought made me bite her neck—mine—I wanted to mark her.

“Garrett,” she squealed. “I have to work tomorrow, don’t leave me with visible marks.”

I lowered my head and sucked part of her breast into my mouth biting and marking that instead. In response, she scratched her hands up my back so hard it should have made me cuss, but it was all a mingle of pleasure and pain and I couldn’t get enough.

“Now what will they think to those scratches in the gym?” I whispered in her ear.

Her hooded gaze captured my own. “They’ll think you have a passionate lover and they’d be right.”

I turned her around and pressed her up against the wall, her breasts hitting the coldness of it, making her gasp. Strumming her clit with my fingers I simultaneously restarted my thrusts. I could feel the strength in her body as we pushed against each other chasing our climaxes.

“Do you want me, Mer?”

“Yes.”

“How? Tell me what you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, hard.”

Then she said something I really was not expecting.

“I want you to move us to the window and fuck me against it so someone might see.”

I stilled for a moment felt her tense.

“It’s okay.” She said quietly. “I got carried away.”

I turned her back around to me and with my fingers on her chin I tilted her gaze to make her look at me.

“Do you want me to fuck you against the window? I will do anything you want, Mer. Anything.”

“Yes,” she answered meekly.

“Look at me and don’t be embarrassed about asking for what you want. What do you want me to do? Say it again.” I commanded.

“Garrett, I want you to fuck me against the window.” She said.

I picked her up again and moved towards her window. It looked out over some other apartments and there was a pretty good chance someone would see what we were doing. Neither of us cared. I pressed her against the glass of the window which was actually a door that led out onto a balcony. It was just enough that visibility would be hazy. I pushed her against it, her tits splayed out against the glass. I had her arms raised and held above her head by my left hand. My right hand went back between her thighs bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Is this what you wanted, Mer? People could be watching you. Do you like the thought of that? The risk. Do you like knowing you might be caught?” I thought about how she’d taken Stacey’s place in the Lodge and now I got a hint as to what had placed her there that day. She must have seen Stacey leave and decided to take her place. I still had questions about that evening though. How had she known what Stacey was there for? Then Meredith groaned and my mind came back to the present time.

I nibbled at her neck with my lips, careful not to leave a mark. She shivered under my touch.

“I need you. I need you so much. Please, please fuck me harder, Garrett.”

How could I resist that? I quickened my pace and as she pressed into the window, it made a squeaking sound as her body rubbed against it. Wetness flooded from her pussy around my cock. She was that turned on. I let go of her hands and I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled as I emptied myself into her, spurts of cum erupting from me and she let herself go. She screamed my name as she came, those strong pulses milking my cock. It was everything I had fantasized about and more. I just needed to convince her this was not wrong. That we were man and woman, not student and teacher. But for now, I wasn’t done with Meredith Butler. I carried her to the bed where I fucked her another twice. I’d never tire of hearing her scream my name.

We had fallen asleep, her snuggled in the crook of my arm. She stirred which woke me and I looked at the digital clock on her bedside table which told me it was 6am. Fuck, I needed to get home and get ready for school.

I moved my hand slowly from underneath her and she stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. I watched as her eyes focused on mine, seeing the realization as to where she was and who she was with hit her memory bank. Then a smile crept across her face.

“What time is it?” She mumbled.

“Six, and I need to get ready.”

She pulled herself upright. “Me too. I forgot to set the alarm. I usually get up at this time anyhow.”

“Do you have a shower every morning?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Why?”

“Because I reckon we can get showered together and save time.”

“I doubt it will save time, Garrett.” She replied and laughed.

I eventually got back to my place around 7am. Some of the guys including Jacob were in the kitchen.

“Dude, you just get a place here, then stay out all night? Must be some sweet pussy you tapped.”

I winked at him. “I had better get to my room and get my books together fast, or I will be late to class. Pour us a cup of Joe, will you? I am dead on my feet. It was a hard night if you catch my drift.”

Jacob high-fived me, “Dude, I’m so jealous. Cassie won’t talk to me right now. My balls are gonna burst if she doesn’t relent soon.”

I took my coffee up to my room. I had a clear thirty minutes where I could kick back. Playing some music low I sat back on the bed. So, Meredith liked a little kink. I could work with that. The only thing I would struggle with, however, was paying for all our dates. I was getting an allowance from my father while I did my course after which there would be a job for me. I’d offered to take a paid job alongside studying, but my father wouldn’t hear of it, telling me it was only fourteen months and he and my mom had spent their money on me for nineteen years, what was a little longer.

He’d already be at work now and I decided to give him a call. I was very close to my dad.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Garrett. To what do I owe this pleasure so early in the morning? You in trouble, son?”

“No, Dad. Just had some time to kill before school, so what better way to spend it than to talk to my old man. Mom alright?”

“Your mom’s fine. Driving me crazy as usual. Now she won’t let me eat mac and cheese. She needs to stop watching these stupid diet shows.”

“So, let me guess. You’re pretending to go along with it.”

“Course, son. Then I call at Marge’s cafe and eat it there, every damn lunchtime. That’s what you do with women, you let them think they’re winning. Saves you a headache.”

My parents had been married almost thirty years. I was the youngest child at nineteen. I had an older sister aged twenty-five and a brother at twenty-nine. My siblings both worked alongside Dad. It was a proper family business except for my mom who said the only bottleneck she was interested in held wine. Computers weren’t her thing.

“I’m just looking at your account online, son. You spent a little more than usual last coupla days.”

Really, I should have known he’d check up on me because of my call.

“I met someone, Dad. I’ve shouted her a few coffees and dinner, but we went out last night and she insisted we split the bill.”

“Sounds like a keeper.”

“Well, I’ve only known her a week, so it’s a little early to say, but I really do like her.”

“What’s she do?”

“She’s an accountant.” I skipped over her being a Professor of Accounts at my college, I wasn’t ready to go there yet. “She’s a few years older than me.”

My dad whistled. “You got yourself one of those cougars, do you?”

I laughed, “She’s not that old.”

“Well, listen,” He said. “I just added a coupla hundred bucks to your account, because I think if you found a nice lady, you need to take her out and treat her right.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“No need to thank me, son. I’ll deduct it from your wages when you start here.”

He burst into hearty guffaws. It was so good to hear his voice.

“Well, I’d better go get ready for class. Now, why don’t you make that mac and cheese just twice a week and I’ll not tell Mom?”

“You’re a devil, Garrett James. I do you a good turn and you come back at me with a forked tongue. Now, treat that lady with respect and if it carries on, well me and your mom would love to meet her sometime.”

“Okay, Dad. Speak soon. I love you.”

“Love you too, son. Now get to class.”

I ended the call with a smile on my face. My family thought nothing of stating our feelings for each other and I loved that. I thought about Mer saying she was short of girlfriends and wondered about introducing her to my sister sometime. They were the same age. Then I sighed. I wouldn’t be able to introduce them until I’d told Mer my real age and after that she might not want to see me again. Sighing again, I got up off the bed and drank down my coffee. I changed into some fresh clothes and grabbed my backpack, slipping my feet inside some chucks. Once downstairs, I paused in the kitchen to pinch a bagel out of Jacob’s hand and then I was on my way to class. I remembered my ball cap as I was leaving, took it from my backpack and pulled it down low once more.

“Is this a Justin Bieber look, or some shit like that?” asked Julian, who had caught me up just outside the door to walk across campus. “You trying to be all cool? Or are you avoiding someone? Either way, you look a dick.”

“It’s the Bieber thing, I’m a Belieber.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well at least if Prof. Geller pukes in the wastebasket again you can pull that over your face away from the sight. God, the smell.” He said.

“Yeah, well also, her being in the family way means we will get a tutor change partway through the course too. I hope her replacement will be as good as she is. I need to pass this course so I can start earning. Student life is not for me.”

“At least you get to decide what you want to do. I’m just instructed by my parents, like I’m a robot.”

“That sucks. You will have to get that sorted, Julian. Your life is yours, not theirs.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll get this course passed and see what’s next. I have to know about computers you know. One day I might be in charge of The White House.” He snorted.

We reached the classroom.

“Well, for now, President Murphy, get yourself sat down while you wait for the call from the current President to say he’s ready for you to step up.”

I sat at my desk and unpacked my gear ready for the start of the lesson.

“Looks like her replacement is here already.” Julian commented. “Fuck, she can teach me any time. I’ve never seen her around here before.”

I looked up and froze in horror. How could this be? She didn’t teach this subject. She had no need to travel across this side of campus. Why was she at the front of the class now flicking through papers?

“Good morning everyone.” That familiar voice spoke. “My name is Professor Butler. Professor Geller has been taken ill and won’t be with you this first lesson. However, she has passed me the lesson plans and we can do a revision session, so if you’d like to get your computers fired up.”

It was at that point Julian decided he’d had it with my under the radar persona and he knocked my ball cap straight off my head. “I can’t deal with talking to the peak of your cap, man. I wanna see your face.”

“Could you keep it down over there,” Meredith yelled and then I saw her eyes flit from Julian’s and settle on mine. All the blood drained from her face.

“Excuse me a moment.” She said and then she ran out of the room.

“Fuck, is this one pregnant too.” Quipped Julian.