Hot For Teacher(95)

Eli’s.

His initial message was only a few lines long, but he caught my attention right away.

How we’ve gone this long without my lies surfacing I have no idea. The only thing I’ve lied about is my age and career, but it doesn’t matter. Once he finds out I’ve been lying to him, I know our relationship will be over. I’m not ready for that to happen just yet because I really do like him. I look forward to his messages and emails. Thinking about him gets me through the day.

It’s like everything doesn’t suck quite so much with him in my life.

***

“I’m leaving for work, Jill,” Mom shouts up the stairs.

I mumble a response and wait for the click of the front door and the sound of her driving off before I kick off my shoes, grab my Mac, and lie down on my bed.

I fire up my laptop and glance out the window. From where I’m lying on my bed, I can see right into Jamie’s room. I stand up and walk over to the window, drawing the curtains. I’ve no idea what the hell I did to the guy. He barely knows me, but today was an easy day compared to some of the shit he puts me through.

I feel like I’m five again and he’s the boy in the playground hitting me because he has a crush on me. Surely guys have matured by their late teens though, right?

Or maybe not.

That’s part of what drew me to Eli. I never intended to start up a relationship of any kind with someone so much older than me, but we got hooked on a conversation about my profile photo—which was a rather inappropriate meme involving a gnome—and the conversation progressed from there.

My Mac beeps. I look down and see Eli has started a conversation with me.

Eli: Cat got your tongue after my tongue comment? Did that scare you off?

Me: No. It’s just I have things in my life that are more important than your talents.

Eli: No woman has ever said that to me. Like what?

I laugh, loving this guy’s cockiness.

Me: Like work. Housework. Cooking dinner.

Eli: Seriously? That’s what excites you? God, we need to get you laid ;)

Me: In your dreams.

Eli: It would help my dreams if I could hear your voice…

Me: Keep dreaming. Write me an email and maybe I’ll consider it. But it had better be good.

Eli: Challenge accepted.



Laughing, I reach into my backpack on the floor beside me and pull out my homework. I can’t concentrate on what’s in front of me, because every five minutes I’m checking my email. In the end I just give up. Tossing my laptop on the table beside my bed, I head downstairs to prepare something for dinner. Considering the last three nights has been cereal, I figure I’d better actually eat something.

Twenty minutes later, I’m trudging back up the stairs with a bowl of mac and cheese and a can of soda. Probably less nutritious than the cereal, but oh well, I tried.

I set myself up on the bed, arranging my laptop in front of me, browsing the net while I eat. When a ‘new email’ notification pops up, I almost coat myself in hot cheese sauce hitting the icon.

From: Eli

Subject: Email in exchange for an actual conversation.

If you read further than this first line, you’re accepting my payment of one phone call.

I hesitate. Should I? On one hand, I’m terrified of sounding like an idiot. A young idiot. What if he picks up in my voice that I’m only seventeen? On the other hand, I am dying to hear his voice. I imagine it to be deep and sexy. I jump as my phone sounds with a new text. It’s him.

Eli: Come on, Jill. You are going to have to talk to me eventually, right?

I wince, but I know he’s right: either I end this or I agree to talk to him. It’s that simple. I like the guy—a lot—and the thought of not speaking to him anymore? Not something I want to even consider.

Sighing, I continue the email, ignoring the pounding of my heart in my chest.

Wow. You’re actually reading this. And it only took six months, that’s how smooth I am. I need to make this good I guess, so I’m going to tell you my most embarrassing sexual experience with the hope that you’ll be laughing too hard to be nervous when I call you.

I cannot believe I’m sharing this with you, but here goes…

When I was a teenager, my girlfriend at the time decided to give me an early birthday present-my first blow job. I was staying at her house, and everyone else had long gone to bed so things didn’t progress past the kitchen. I was leaning against the counter and she was on her knees…you get the picture. Things were going great until I opened my eyes and realized I was staring at her father. I fucking froze. As in, I couldn’t move, even to let her know what was happening. We stood there, eyeballing each other for a good thirty seconds before he tapped her on the shoulder and told me it was time to leave. Funnily enough, I wasn’t allowed to stay over any more…