She had to have been right outside when she called.
I set my soup down and didn’t bother looking around to see if the house was in order. My hands began to shake.
I opened the door and she came at me before I even had a chance to see what she was wearing.
Her hands went around the back of my head and pulled me to her. Our lips met with force and our tongues immediately began dancing.
I took a few steps back, pulling her into the house and using my left foot to kick the door shut. Then I pushed her back up against the door and we continued to kiss.
Her hands slipped up underneath my shirt and began running along my back. Feeling her warm skin on mine felt amazing, and my cock began to stiffen. I was already pressed against her, so she could feel my reaction. She pulled me even closer, grinding her lower body into mine.
I picked her up and started to carry her over to the couch, the site of the previous night’s encounter.
“No,” she said before we reached the couch. “I can’t.”
Needless to say, that stopped any momentum we might have had.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
I lowered her to her feet and she stood next to me, hands still on my shoulders.
“Nothing. I just can’t be here very long. He’s expecting me home.”
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“But, I needed to tell you something and I wanted to say it to your face.”
“Okay, what is it?”
She sat down on the couch and I followed her lead.
“Every year after the season ends, Marco take us all down to Cuba to see his family and just have a vacation. We usually stay a few weeks to a month, depending on what we want to do down there and if we need to get back to the States for anything. But, now Marco’s season has ended before everyone else’s, so he is ready to go.”
“So, you’re going to be leaving for a while?” I said.
“No. I have a job now. I told him I can’t just leave with him for a few weeks when they are going to be officially giving me the full-time job on Tuesday. I said if he wanted me to go he would have to wait until Thanksgiving or Christmas break.”
“So, will he wait?”
“No, he booked the tickets after I told him. He’s leaving with the kids on Monday afternoon.”
“How long?”
“Three weeks. I have never been away from the kids for that long.”
I could hear the worry in her voice. I think she was glad he was leaving, but sending her kids off when she had been taking care of them for so long by herself seemed to bother her.
I pulled her toward me and held her in my arms. I didn’t have kids and didn’t have a damn clue what to say to even begin trying to assuage her fears or worries. So I stayed silent and simply held her. She didn’t fight it.
After a minute or two of silence, she spoke up.
“I really need to go. The groceries are in the car.”
“It’s Florida,” I said. “Everything has probably already gone bad.”
She laughed and we stood to our feet.
I walked her to the door and hugged her before I opened it. When the hug ended, she pulled back slightly to look up at me.
“My husband will be gone for three weeks, Luke,” she said, her eyes sparkling again. “If that’s not perfect timing, I don’t know what is.”
I kissed her again, with the same intensity we had been kissing earlier. If it had gone a few seconds longer, I would have said “Fuck the groceries” and taken her right there in front of the door.
But the kiss ended almost as quickly as it started, and she was out the door. The only evidence of her having been there was my pounding heart, my throbbing dick, and the words “Monday night” going over and over in my head.
The rest of the weekend dragged by. If you are ever looking forward to something in life, be prepared for the days leading up to it to go by excruciatingly slow. It’s as if Father Time is the most sadistic bastard to ever exist.
I spent Sunday preparing my lessons and assignments for the week, hoping the week of movies hadn’t completely deleted all the information I had taught them up until that point. But I’m sure it had, for most of them.
I did some grocery shopping as well, and after I brought the food back to the house, I decided to go to the gym. I felt the need to work out before I saw April again. I had no idea what would happen while her husband was away. I wasn’t stupid though, and if things went like they had while April was at my house and her husband was still very much in the same country as me, we would probably be seeing each other naked.
Now, I have no problems with my body. I have always been in good shape, and even on the occasion where I let myself go for a few weeks, a few solid workouts and I was back to feeling great. But, there was something about the prospect of being naked with someone for the first time that made a guy want to get a few extra push-ups in beforehand.