Sometimes, high school crushes can last a lifetime. When Kate and Will were teenagers, they notice each other from afar until one drunken night. They do not see each other again until Will is in grad school and ends up being Kate's teacher. However, Kate flunks out of school and joins the Marines. Later in life, they meet. Kate is a single mother, and Will still wants to be with her. More
Sometimes, high school crushes can last a lifetime. When Kate and Will were teenagers, they notice each other from afar until one drunken night at a New Years party. They do not see each other until Will is in grad school and ends up being Kate's teacher. However, Kate flunks out of school due to excessive drinking, and she joins the Marines. Will blames himself, thinking its his fault she eventually ends up in Iraq and Afghanistan. Years later, he runs into her after she's returned to civilian life. Only now, he's not going to let her being a single mother get in the way of being with her for once and for all.
Warning! This 11,000+ word novelette contains graphic and explicit descriptions of adults having consensual sex. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
She squeezed my thigh for reassurance. “Let’s play a game.”
“Let’s pretend you’re not an instructor that just flunked me. And let’s pretend I’m not joining the military. Just for one night? It could be fun.”
And it was, too. I lost count of how many drinks we bought each other. We also settled into a flirty dynamic. She talked about the some of the books we read, and we eventually tired of the cover band. We left the bar in search of some other place, and we ended up in a techno joint. I would have normally never have gone in there, but when we walked by, holding hands, she demanded.
“Come on, Will, dance with me?” She forcibly pulled me into the club. We stopped only for me to pay the cover charge and get florescent wrist bands. We didn’t even stop by the bar, which was probably a good thing. After all the beer, mixed drinks, and shots, either of use certainly didn’t need any more alcohol. Instead, she led me straight to the dance floor, and beneath the disco ball, I watched her sway her hips and move with the rhythm. I tried my best to keep up with her and not look like a complete idiot that couldn’t keep a beat. I don’t know how many songs went by, or even how much of the alcohol we had sweated out together.
Eventually, a slower song came over the sound system. And for the first time that evening, I felt really, really, uncomfortable. The front of her thighs touched my, and from time to time, her knee parted my legs. Kate also drew very close, and it reminded me of how she tried to seduce me for a grade change. Her arms found their way around me, and her shirt-covered breasts touched my chest. Before I knew it, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. All I could think was how it felt so natural, so good to be this close to her.
I didn’t say anything, and before I knew what was happening her lips met mine, and we were kissing beneath the mirrored disco ball. In the back of my mind, I knew I should pull away from her, but I couldn’t. I actually pushed her tongue out of my mouth with my own. Our tongues went back and forth, and my hands on her back pushed her body into mine. She did the same. Although I could feel eyes on the two of us – because making out on a dance floor will always attract gawkers – I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was her hot breath and soft lips. A whole semester of repressed and pent-up desire took its toll on me, and a very pronounced erection pressed into her body. Kate moved one hand away from my back, and she ran her palm over the front of my trousers.
“Wow,” she giggled. “Your place or mine?”