The urge to throw up wakes me up from a dead sleep. Jumping out of bed, I run down the hall to the bathroom. I hear Justin’s footsteps right behind me, but I can’t stop, or I’m going to puke all over. Justin grabs my hair and holds it back in a ponytail until I’ve finished.

 “Damn, Kitten! Are you alright? Do you need to go see a doctor?”

 He hands me a glass of water to rinse my mouth out with. “No. It’s probably just the Chinese food. I think I’m fine now.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yeah.”

 He looks guilty. “Umm, I’ve got to work today.”

 Even though I feel absolutely fine, I poke out my lower lip. “Does this mean that you’re not going to stay home and take care of me?”

 “Sorry, Kitten. I’ve got to go and make sure everything’s dried out at the academy. But most of all, I have a children’s special needs class that I’m teaching today.”

 “Well, if you’re going to blow me off, that’s a pretty good reason to do it.”

 “You just rest. I’ll have Darla come over and take Bruce for a walk and check in on you.”

 “Honestly, I feel fine. While you’re gone, I might go by Delish and see what’s going on.”

 He squints his eyes. “So, you’re going to go hang out where you work when you’re not working.”

 “Umm… You do it. Besides, it gets lonely without you here.”

 Wrapping his arms around me. “Well, if you do feel like going out, you’re welcome to come with me.”

 “Fine! Stop begging me. I’ll go watch you with no shirt on, getting all sweaty, and doing all kinds of manly stuff. God, stop twisting my arm. Just know, I will only be watching you for educational purposes. It will not be for personal enjoyment at all.”

 “Alright then. Get your cute little ass ready.”

 My stomach gets a little queasy while I’m in the shower but it’s nothing major, it goes away just as fast as it came. When I get out of the shower, there’s a glass of orange juice sitting by the sink. I take a drink, and I swear I have never tasted anything so wonderful. I drink the rest of the glass in one shot.

 When we arrive at the academy, Justin shows me the area where he’s going to be teaching his class, then heads straight to where the water damage happened. I take a seat on some mats that are piled up along the wall. Students start to trickle in one at a time. One of the children grabs my attention. I’m curious because he’s in a wheelchair, but that’s not what intrigues me. It’s the huge smile that crosses his face when he sees Justin enter the room. His smile is so vibrant, and most of all genuine. When I look over at Justin, his smile matches the young boys. He heads straight over and gives him a high five. I see Justin lean in and say something. I have no clue what he said to him, but the boy’s reaction is priceless. He starts laughing uncontrollably. Justin pats him on the shoulder, then starts making his way around to all the other children.  

 The class has been going on for a while when Jordan and Jenika show up. Jordan heads straight out and helps Justin with the kids. Jenika makes her way through the group of moms and comes over and sits with me.

 She can’t take her eyes off Jordan. “It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

 “What’s that?”

 “Watching them work.”

 I look out and see how unbelievable they both are at what they do. It’s mind blowing how they can work with people of all levels. From beating the shit out of heavy bags and sparring with grown men, then being able to switch gears and work with children.

 “Yeah. I definitely say it’s amazing.”

 We sit and chat for a while when suddenly, the urge to be sick comes rushing back. I don’t want to disrupt the class, and I definitely don’t want to alarm Justin. I jump off the mats and quickly but quietly make my way out of the room. The moment I’m out of sight, I take off sprinting to the bathroom. Thank God, I made it just in time. Cupping water in my hands, I rinse out my mouth and splash some water on my face. I swear I will never be eating Chinese food again!

On my way back to the classroom, I grab a peppermint water from the refrigerator, hoping it will settle my stomach. I’m glad to see that I didn’t disrupt anything by leaving. I hop back up on the mats next to Jenika.

 She takes one look at me. “Wow! Are you okay?”

 “Oh, yeah. I think I just ate something bad last night.”

 Jenika's face shows disgust. “Eww, I hate that. If it's food poisoning that’s not something you want to mess around with. Did you and Justin eat the same thing?”

 Thinking back. “A little I guess.”

 She laughs. “I’ve seen Justin eat some stuff I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. I’d swear he has an iron gut. So, it’s no surprise that he’s not sick. Or maybe it’s as simple as you’re pregnant.”

 “What? No!”

 Right then class gets over, and Jenika jumps down to join Jordan. I sit there stunned, the words she just said ringing loud in my head. No, there’s no way. I mean the doctors said chances are I’d never be able to have kids. It’s what I ate, I know it.

 My phone starts to buzz in my back pocket pulling me away from my thoughts. It’s a text from Leila.

 Leila: “What are you guys doing tomorrow night besides playing hide the salami?  

 Me: “Jesus Leila, you’re so crude!”

 Leila: “And… What are you doing tomorrow night?

 Me: “I don’t think anything. Why?”

 Leila: “Oscar’s going to make a big-ass pot of his chili, and a bunch of us are going to hang out. Maybe play some pool and darts, or poker if anyone dares.”

 Me: My mouth begins to water at the thought of Oscar’s chili. “Oh! I love his chili! I don’t think we have anything going on, so yeah we’ll be there.”

 She sends me a thumbs up emoji. Stuffing my phone back into my pocket, I go over and join Jordan and Jenika. We watch as Justin finishes up showing one of the kids how to put the finishing touches on a move they had been working on during class. When they’re done, Justin comes over to us.

He looks down at the peppermint water in my hand. “I saw you take off during class. Are you feeling alright?”

 “Oh, yeah. To be honest, though, I’m kind of tired.”

 “Okay. Well, I’m done here. I’ll grab my stuff, and we can go home.”

 Jordan and Jenika have wondered off to the doorway to the classroom and are talking to one of the moms. Jordan comes jogging back towards us. “Hey, you guys want to go get something to eat?”

 Justin takes my hand, and we start walking towards the door.  “No, man. Sarah’s not feeling well, so I think we’re going to head home.”

 Jordan looks at me. “Dang, girl! You do kind of look like shit.”

 “I love you too, Jordan.”

 I wait out in the lobby for Justin sipping on my water. I hear his voice talking to someone in the back hallway. When he steps out into the lobby, I can’t help myself but laugh a little. He’s still wearing his shorts. All he’s done is put on a T-shirt, and his boots aren’t even tied.

 He throws his gym bag over his shoulder. “Come on, Kitten. Let’s go.”

 “Justin. It’s freezing outside. You can take the time to get dressed.”

 “Why? What? Don’t you like my style? I think the boots with shorts is very stylish.”

 I put my hand in his. “It’s very something, that’s for sure.”

 When we get home, Justin makes me a glass of Sprite and grabs me a blanket. While he goes back and takes a shower Bruce and I snuggle on the couch and watch TV. When he’s done, he joins us on the couch, and we spend the rest of the day snuggled together on the couch, sleeping and watching TV.

This morning is a lot like yesterday was but not as bad. My stomach is constantly very queasy, but I’ve only gotten sick once. Thank God, Justin hasn’t woken up yet. I don’t want him worrying that something's wrong. The only thing that doesn’t make me cringe when I think about it is orange juice and coffee. I’m on my second glass of juice when Justin comes into the kitchen.

 He comes over and kisses me on the top of the head. “Morning, beautiful.”

 “Morning.”

Justin goes to the refrigerator takes the gallon of juice that we just bought, but that’s already half gone. Giving me a raised eyebrow.

 “What? I’m thirsty.”

 “I guess so.” He takes the jug and drinks straight from it. Wiping the juice from his top lip, he then goes to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and pours it fully.

 I give him a raised eyebrow just like he did me.

 “What? I’m thirsty,” he says with a smile.

 "Touché."

 He sits down at the table and opens the newspaper. “Hey, that movie you were talking about the other day is playing tonight. Do you want to go see it?”

 I had forgotten all about the text from Leila yesterday. “Shit! I was going to tell you that we got invited to Delish for a little gathering. Do you want to go to that tonight and we can go see the movie another night?”

 “Heck yeah! That sounds like fun. Is it for anything special?”

 “No, I don’t think so. It’s just a party. Unless you want to consider Oscar’s chili something special. But his chili is fucking delicious, so I might call it something special.”

We lounge around, snuggling on the couch for the rest of the day until it’s time to get ready head to Delish. I have to be honest, my mouth has been watering all day thinking of Oscar’s chili. Damn that is seriously the best chili ever.

 When we pull into the parking lot, there are about a dozen or so vehicles parked outside. I see Amie’s and Jordan’s, but other than that, I don’t know who else is here. We hear the music and laughter coming from inside before we even get out of the truck.

 Justin looks over at me. “Go big or go home.”

 “Oh, trust me. Leila knows all about going big or going home.”

 Justin holds the door open for me, coming in after me. Almost everyone yells his name. I look around and ask “What the hell am I? Chopped liver.”

 Even over the music and the sound of pool balls clanking together, I can hear Leila call out, “Yeah, but we like him.”

I rub my nose with my middle finger, and she starts laughing. “Fine, Sarah. Woo hoo, Sarah’s here!”

 Justin takes my hand, leading me over to where Leila is cleaning house at the pool table. I sit down while Justin lays quarters onto the table, signaling that he’s next to take on the winner. Then he looks Leila right in the eyes and points at her.

 She howls at the top of her lungs. “We are going to have a showdown over here folks.” Then she looks over at me. “Are you ready to mop up your boy toy’s tears when he gets schooled at pool by a girl?”

I raise my hands. “I have nothing to do with this one. You’re both on your own. I’m just an innocent bystander.”

 When I go to get Justin and me a beer, I run into Amie. “Hey! I saw your car was here, but I didn’t see you.”

Amie is the worst liar ever. Her face turns bright red. “I was, umm… Checking on the chili.”

Touching my finger to my lips. “Hmm. Chili, what an odd name. Hope you made wise choices.”

We grab the beers and head back to the table where Jordan and Jenika are already engrossed in the showdown between Justin and Leila. When Justin loses the first game. And I mean loses badly, I can tell he’s planning something. After about every few shots that Leila takes he goes and gets her another beer. Which she downs pretty much right away. What he doesn’t know about Leila is that the more she drinks, the better she plays. I let everyone at the table know this little secret.

Jordan bursts out laughing. He doesn’t say anything just gets up from the table and walks away. When he comes back, he’s got four beers. He gives each of us at the table one and then takes the last one to Leila.

Jenika looks at his empty cup and then at Jordan. “Don’t you want another?”

“I’m going back.”

When Jordan comes back to the table this time, he’s carrying five beers. Jenika looks at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Laughing, he says. “Watch this.”

Leila has already finished the beer that Jordan had just given her. So, he takes her out another. This continues through the next three games. I seriously am surprised that Leila is still standing.

After the fourth game, they are tied for wins. Justin tells Leila, “Okay, best out of five.”

Leila gives him the best stern look she can as lit as she is. “Challenge accepted!”

Jordan keeps up his shenanigans throughout the last game. This time, Leila cleans the entire table on her first turn. Justin plays off the loss by bowing his head to her. “The student has now become the master.” Leila comes around and gives him a big hug. “You’re a hell of an adversary.” She starts to giggle. “Okay, not really. I was just trying to make you feel better.” Leila shouts out. “Alright! Who’s going to be my next bitch?”

Justin shakes his head and starts laughing, When he sits down next to me. “Damn, I thought the more she drank, the worse her playing would get but it’s the exact opposite.”

 I smile at him. “I could have told you that from the beginning.”

 Confusion crosses his face. “Then…why didn’t you?”

 I wear a sly smile on my face. “I was in the mood for some entertainment.”

 Justin picks me up off the chair, kissing me, and biting my lip.  He whispers in my ear, “You’re such a brat!”

 “I know.”

He looks over at Jordan. “You fucker! I see what you were doing!”

Jordan tries to look innocent. “What? I was just making sure the ladies didn’t get thirsty.”

“Yeah, sure you were, Fucker!”

We all sit talking and watch Leila bust every person’s balls who dares to challenge her. Once she’s had her fill with embarrassing her opponents, she places her pool cue back into the holder on the wall. Everyone starts to boo.

When she turns around, she calls out, “Please, no paparazzi!”

A soft, slow song starts to play. Justin takes my hand and leads me out onto the makeshift dance floor. He wraps his arms around me, and I let my body melt into his. We begin to move slowly. It feels like we’re the only ones in the entire world.

He starts biting at my earlobe and kissing my neck. “Have I have told you how beautiful you are?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, you are.”

He bites hard on my ear lobe. “Sexy as fuck too.”

We stay out there, just the two of us until after pretty much everyone’s gone.

Oscar comes over to us tapping me on the shoulder. “I’m going to take our pool shark home. You kids lock up when you leave and drive safe, the snow is coming down out there.”

I smile. “You too.”

When the song that we’re dancing to ends, Justin looks at me. “We’d better get going.”

Justin waits for me at the counter while I go behind to shut the stereo off.

 I shut off the lights and double check that the door is locked. The snow is really coming down. It’s so heavy I can hardly see across the parking lot. The snowflakes are so big that I stick my tongue out and start catching them, then begin twirling around and around letting the big beautiful flakes fall onto my face. Justin wraps one arm around my waist then takes my hand in his. We start doing some kind of dance of waltz type dance. I have no idea, so I just follow him along as we make our way towards his truck. I start laughing when Justin spins me out and then spins me right back into his arms. I throw my head back laughing even harder than I already was. Justin bends down, giving me a passionate kiss. His tongue sweeps through my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and press into him. He lifts me up, so I wrap my legs around him. He walks us back to the truck pushing me against it.

 He grinds his rock hard cock into me. “I don’t think I’m going to wait until we get home to fuck you.”

 “Then don’t.”

 Justin starts frantically digging through his pockets for the keys. All the sudden he gets a panicked look on his face. “My keys! Shit, they must have fallen out of my pocket somewhere.”

 We start looking around in the parking lot and find nothing. I press my face against the window looking inside Delish to see if I can spot them anywhere.

Something silver catches my eye. “Hey, slick! Come here and take a look.”

Justin comes over reluctantly. Pressing his face to the window I know the moment that he sees his key’s laying on the bar. “Fuck me!”

 Nudging him in the ribs. “Well, that was my intention, but I don’t feel like freezing to death so… I guess you could say my intentions have changed.”

 He goes over to the door and shakes the handle. “Shit! Call Oscar or Leila.”

 I know of another way in, but I’m not going to tell him right away. I’m enjoying watching him trying to figure this one out. “What do you think I’m fucking insane? I’m not calling them this late. They’ll kick my ass!”

 “Is there a hide a key out here anywhere?”

 “Nope.”

 “Okay, for worrying about freezing to death out here you seem very laid back.”

 “The difference between the freezing to death that I was referring to before, was one where I was naked, and you were sliding your cock slowly into me over and over until we both came. Right now, I’m completely dressed. Empty, but dressed and warm. So yeah, there’s a difference.”

 A growl from deep within his throat echoes out as he pins me against the door. “I will fuck you right here, right now, if you don’t watch yourself. I’ll keep you from getting frostbite. Trust me. You’ll be calling the mother fucking fire department by the time I’m done with you.”

 “Since you put it that way, come with me.”

 I take Justin’s hand and lead him around to the back of the building. “Sarah. We don’t have to go around back. I’ll fuck you right there in front. Hell, I’ll do it in front of a damn audience.”

 When we come to an old dumpster that we never use, I let go of his hand and start pushing it out of the way. “That does sound fun, but I have a better idea.”

He starts helping me push until the moved dumpster reveals an iron grate. Taking the edge of it, I lift it up and slide down into the hole below it.

 “What are you doing?”

 “This isn’t the first time Leila or I have locked ourselves out of here. It got so frequent that we decided to put in a secret entrance.”

 “That doesn’t seem very safe, smart but not safe.”

“I said secret. Besides, do you want to stand out here in the cold and snow, or do you want to get in somewhere warm?”

 “Oh, I definitely want to get in somewhere warm but how do you consider this safe.”

 “As you can see it’s very well hidden. And no one else knows it’s here.”

 “I know it’s here now. What about Oscar?”

 “Dude, really stop. If you don’t, we’ll never get in.”

 When I hear the latch pop, I push hard against the wooden door knocking over the boxes that hide our entrance on the inside. Before I slip through the opening, I tell Justin how to pull the dumpster back over and how to reset the grate. The second his feet land on the floor, he crushes his lips to mine and pushes me back against the wall. He reaches down under my jacket tearing at the top button of my pants. Sliding his hand down into my panties searching for entrance. I clinch his jacket in my fists when he glides his fingers into me, twisting and turning in ways that are making my legs weak.

 When he takes his hand away to unbutton his pants, I push my jeans down then prop myself on my forearms, pointing my aching, wet pussy toward him. He places one cold hand on the small of my back causing me to jump. Slowly, he slides the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit. Every time he rubs against my clit, I call out his name. I try to push my body backward but his hold on me is secure. When he finally starts to dip his cock into me, he only pushes in the head. Then pulls it back out and starts sliding it back and forth again, rubbing it over and over against my swollen clit.

 I know it is only going to take one more time and I will be sent into orgasmic bliss. “Justin, I’m going to cum.”

 Right then he plunges deep inside of me. “Cum for me.”

I instantly lose all control of my body. I shake as the shocks of pure pleasure pulse through my body. Just as I start to recover, I feel Justin explode inside me.

I stand up and pull up my pants. When I turn around, he scoops me up into his arms and snuggles his face into my neck. “I love you.”