“Is she the one with the red hair or the black hair?” I heard myself ask, hoping to distract her so I wouldn’t have to watch her remove her dress.
“The redhead. Did you see us in the bar?” she asked, still standing with her back to me.
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Stephen, the dress,” she said, with an air of impatience. “I don’t want to sleep in this. It isn’t very comfortable.”
I saw no escape and finally reached out to unzip it, closing my eyes once my fumbling fingers cooperated.
“Thank you,” she said softly. I heard her moving around a little. “Why do you have your eyes shut?” she asked, sounding amused.
“I don’t know,” I said, although I knew exactly why.
“You can open your eyes now.”
“A-are you decent?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” she chuckled. “Look at me.”
No, better keep my eyes closed. I should leave now, before I get into trouble.
The second the thought entered my mind I realized that I was already in trouble, because I felt Ms. Wilde’s hands on each side of my face as her body pressed against mine. And she felt naked.
This is not happening. What am I going to do?
I had no idea what this was. Why would Ms. Wilde do this? She had done nothing but annoy me all semester, and it couldn’t have been unintentional on her part. Could it? Was she doing this to tease me, like she did in class whenever she smiled or winked at me?
“Stephen, look at me.”
I realized that I would need my vision if I was going to make it out of this apartment in one piece. Otherwise, I would most likely trip over one of the books on the floor and break my neck. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and, sure enough, Ms. Wilde’s face was only inches from mine.
“Thank you for driving me home,” she said with a smile.
“You’re welcome,” I answered automatically.
Her hands felt scorching hot on my cheeks as her breath fanned across my face. Even with the cigarette she had smoked earlier her breath smelled sweet like the mint she had popped in the car, and I felt myself inhale deeply as she exhaled. I looked into her eyes and tried to figure out what on earth was going on, and how this had come to pass.
I didn’t have any more time to ponder as Ms. Wilde pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. I felt my jaw go slack from surprise and she took this as an invitation to plunge her tongue into my mouth. I was in a state of complete and utter shock. She was kissing me, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Mmm, you taste good,” she hummed. She ran her hands down my neck and tugged on the ends of my bowtie until it loosened. Before she dropped it on the floor, I caught her hand, putting it in my pocket for safekeeping.
She started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood, frozen, already panting for breath.
“Wow,” she exhaled as she opened my shirt and looked at me. “You work out.”
I nodded. My breath hitched in my throat when she leaned in and kissed my neck. Her hands hovered mere inches away from my long-untouched skin. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this strange, irritating girl, but I did. God, I did. It had been so long.
“Please,” I croaked.
She raised her eyes to mine and placed the palms of her hands on my chest. I shuddered with relief and fear, in equal amounts. Slipping off my shirt off, she hummed in what I hoped was approval.
“You have a great body,” she said. “I never would have guessed with the way you dress.”
You have a problem with the way I dress? Priceless.
I didn’t say anything. I allowed myself to glance below her neck. She wasn’t naked, but she was close. All she had on was a red strapless bra and a pair of minuscule underwear of the same color. Her skin looked soft and smooth and, thankfully, I couldn’t see any more tattoos.
Out of nowhere she dropped to her knees and started opening my belt.
“Wait, what…what are you doing?”
She looked up at me with confusion in her eyes.
“I’m taking off your pants, Stephen. Or would you prefer to do this on the bed?”
Do what? What are we doing? What am I doing? Why am I not leaving?
“D-do what?” I stammered.
She stood up and kissed my lips lightly.
“Have sex,” she said slowly, as if I were mentally challenged, which frankly wasn’t that far off at that moment. “I’d love to have sex with you.”
I had no idea how to respond to her brazen statement. She tugged on my hand and I followed her to the bed as if I were in a trance, belt open, pants unbuttoned, and completely unraveled on the inside. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself in this situation, about to engage in a sexual act with a girl I had only ever thought of in a negative way, and a student no less. Before I could start to panic, she pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Taking in my startled expression, she smirked and then pulled off her bra.