Part One
On the last day of school, he came to take her out for lunch, as he had promised.
As he entered the room, a wide smile spread across her face. He looked at her, wide eyed – a bit too serious – and nodded.
He sat down.
"I'll be a minute" she told him, swinging her legs around in her chair and motioning to the back of the room, where a group of students were working at a computer.
One looked up, and saw them there together.
"Dave!" he said. "You're back! What's up buddy?"
"Not much Josh," he grinned affably. "How you been?"
"Good man. D'you finish?"
"Yes sir. School's out for me. You?"
"Yeah, just got this one project going…"
She kept a straight face as she moved about the room, conscious of his eyes on her form. She remembered to breathe regularly as she straightened and tidied, preparing the room for an empty summer. Her heart beat faster.
"Does he know?" she wondered, feeling the wet flesh between her thighs.
She pictured a scene from her dreams last night. Gently, assertively, he had entered her mouth, hard with the anticipation of her lips around his shaft. His thumb and forefinger guided his motions as he rubbed himself inside her mouth, pulling back and then pushing in, smiling, as she acquiesced, her lips reddening with delight.
"All finished Miss!"
"Great! Good work gang!" she praised them, knocked out of her reverie.
"Well done!" She smiled lovingly as they collected their belongings. "Have a wonderful summer!"
"You too Miss! Bye Dave!"
"Ready?" he asked her, picking up her bags.
"You carrying my bags?" she teased him.
"'Course" he feigned gallantry, gesturing as she walked out the door. "After you, madame".
She laughed as they made their way to the car, and then was silent. He seemed more pensive than usual.
"Does he know?" She felt the twinge again, her heart beating in her thighs and their demesnes. "Can he know?"
She smiled easily as she tucked her feet between the dashboard and the window of his car.
"Barangas?" she suggested.
"Sounds good."
He pulled out of the lot and turned the volume up on the stereo. He always played the best reggae.
"Good week?" he asked her.
They made easy small talk on the road to the beach strip, pausing to let the music sink in, drumming to the beat. Enjoying each other's presence, as they had every morning since he had come.
"Gorgeous day to eat out" she announced, hopping out of the car.
"Beauty" he agreed. He looked at her sideways. She made her way to the front desk.
"Two?" the hostess asked.
"Two" she agreed, conscious once again of his eyes on her form as he walked behind her to their table.
She felt good in his gaze, confident, alive, irresistible. She noticed, as he did, the way her hips moved suggestively under her narrow waist; the way her shoulders framed her long torso and moved gracefully beneath her slender neck.
She turned at their table, and, lifting her frame, pulled her legs up under herself as she sat down.
"Be right back" their waitress said.
He perused the menu hungrily, chose quickly, and closed it again.
She took more time, reading each offering and savouring the suggested flavour combinations before she selected. He watched.
"Are you excited?" he asked her.
"For lunch? I'm starved!" she answered.
"For summer" he smiled.
"For two months of sunning and swimming?" she grinned back at him, teasing his eyes with her own.
"For two months of sitting on your ass while I work two jobs" he feigned a sigh.
"Whatever!" she laughed indignantly. "You need to save for school! I Have a job."
"Sure, you work real hard" he taunted her.
"I work hard enough" she defended.
"Do you know where you're going?" she added.
"I haven't applied yet." He paused. "I'm going back, to upgrade."
"Oh", she brushed it aside. "Good idea".
"Yeah, I think so" he suggested. "Need good grades to get into teachers' college, right?"
"Or good money" she laughed again.
"I might do it in Australia" he said.
"Or New Zealand" she offered. "They're both gorgeous, but I liked New Zealand better."
"Want to come with me?" he asked her.
