Beautiful Burn(30)

“Me too.” She looked up at me once she was again fully-clothed. “I can help...” She gestured to the table and chairs next to us.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve got it.” I slipped a hand in her hair and pulled her by the nape to meet my lips. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you.” She kissed me softly. She tasted like cherries. Deliciously decadent. “When will I see you again?”

“Other than class?” I flirted. She rolled her eyes with a smile. “We have to be discreet. This isn’t going to be...I won’t be available like you’ll want. I’m sorry.” I smoothed a palm over her cheek.

“I know. I’m busy, anyway, I have this hellish english teacher,” she teased. I smiled again before dropping my hand.

“So everything continues as is, and maybe we can get out of town once and while. If we stay around here too much like we have been we’re bound to run into someone.”

“Okay.” She ducked under my arm and held me tightly.

“But those sleepovers…” I teased.

She chuckled before saying, “Can't wait. So I’ll see you?”

“Yup.” I followed her as she took a few steps backward. I wasn’t ready to leave her, feeling slightly sad that my time with her was destined to always be limited, at least for now.

“Alright.” She stretched up on her toes and kissed me one last time before turning to leave.

“Auburn?”

“Yeah?” She spun. The moonlight caught her dark hair, and framed between darkened cherry branches with the silvery glint of the moon reflecting in her eyes, she was breathtaking.

“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying it for, but it felt necessary. A half smile lifted her cheeks as she turned again.

I watched her walk all the way up the path. I wanted this night burned in my memory forever.





ten


The week following our night at the cherry orchard, Auburn pulled out all the stops. It was officially game on. I could see it in her eyes when she walked into class Monday morning. The sparkle, the too short skirt, the front row seat to my lecture on showing versus telling. It was a basic concept that was hard for even a seasoned writer to nail.

Auburn on the other hand had no problem showing me in no uncertain terms what she wanted. The flash of neon pink panties between her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs throughout my lecture told me she was thinking about me inside her, just like I was. Which is why that night we met at my tiny apartment and I fucked her against the front door, and then again in the shower for good measure. She stayed that night and wrapping up in clean cotton with Auburn was just this side of Heaven.

She left me early Tuesday morning to spend the day with her grandma. Her heart was the biggest I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she wore it on her sleeve. What Auburn thought--what she meant--all of it was laid bare on her beautiful, angular face. It was one of the things I loved most about spending time with her, I could simply be me.

Auburn slept in my bed Tuesday night, too. I'd texted her after ten pm just to say hi and we'd ended up chatting back and forth for two hours before I finally convinced her to come over and have the conversation in person.

I greeted her when she crossed my kitchen threshold with a swift smack on her ass. She yelped with the sting and then giggled and sped off to my bedroom. She tried to lock herself in, but wasn’t fast enough. I burst through just as she was stripping out of her yoga pants and tank top. My cock pounded behind my fleece shorts as my eyes soaked up the soft dips and creamy tint of her body. In under a minute I had her bent over, hands pressed to the vanity, and I was pushing inside of her. I placed playful nips and licks along the curve of her spine. My teeth dug into her shoulder blade when I swirled my fingertips around her clit and made her cum with me. Auburn had a thing for pain, not intense, but just enough to take our lovemaking up another notch. It was something I had never experimented with, and I didn't even know I was into sex on the rougher side until Auburn.

Thirty minutes later we were wrapped in a single sheet, naked and damp from a last minute shower, and drifting to sleep in utter contentment. And even in those moments, when I felt at complete peace, there was a sense of impending doom. The balloon would surely pop, and I was terrified of the aftermath. I only hoped these moments with her and I would make the risk worth the reward.





eleven


After a long week of countless things that required instant attention, I found myself bored and thinking of Auburn on Friday night. After watching a baseball game on television, I texted her.

She texted back that she was in Traverse with friends for the night. She was drinking¸ I could tell. I wished we had a relationship where I could meet her out. Maybe partake in some dirty public bathroom sex. In my fantasy she wore a short skirt that was easily accessible to my wandering hands, before it dawned on me that she might actually be wearing a short skirt with other wandering hands trying to get a feel and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit.