A Serendipitous Reunion Ch. 03

"Nope, you're just taking your clothes off for free because you didn't want to become a stripper. Remember? Ain't nobody payin' for it tonight." I giggled at myself and tossed my clothes into the hamper and went into the bathroom and started the shower. I relieved myself while it was warming up and wondered what kind of sexy dreams Paul had about me back then. I slipped into the shower and laughed when I remembered his comment about the socks. I wet my hair and pulled it over my neck to hang between my breasts and I kneaded the back of my neck and my shoulders under the hot spray. I closed my eyes thinking about how he had done this to me yesterday. His hands were strong but soft. I felt myself tilting my head wanting the feel of his lips running gently down my neck all over again. I let my hands slide down cupping my breasts, fingers grazing the nipples. They were a little tender and that brought a smile to my face. Once he'd gotten his hands on my body he'd become eager to experience himself with it. It felt a little wicked to think about all of his fantasies and finally letting him have his way with me. I let my hand slide down over my stomach, fingers combing through the soft loose curls between my legs, tentative like his, before delving deeper. I was slick and hot and I ran my fingers over my lips, teasing upwards to rub my clit before slipping my middle finger between my lips.

I stroked in and out slowly remembering the feeling of his hands on me. Strong and gentle as they roamed over my body, not at all how I would expect a virgin to respond. My eyes popped open. "That fucker." I whispered. He was no virgin, he set up some sort of fantasy scene and I fell for it. The flare of anger melted away as I realized there was no harm done other than he drew me into it. The willing tutor wanting to see the understanding in their pupils eyes. I smiled and shook water from my eyes and reached for the soap and washcloth. I washed up and decided my hair needed a wash too. I eventually stepped out of the shower and toweled off. My nipples were still a little tender. The discomfort a reminder of a wonderful experience. I recalled how he ran the towel over me slowly, savoring every touch, every curve.

Once my hair was dry enough I brushed my teeth and slipped into bed still nude. I often wore a tank and panties but I wanted the feel of the sheets against my skin again. I turned off the lamp and let out a deep sigh as my wine addled brain began to slip off to sleep. The cool sheets grazed my nipples giving me a frisson and I remembered the feeling of Paul's first touch, the tentative excitement in the air as I watched him explore his fantasy, me. His warm hands cupping my breasts, the look of awe and naked lust in his eyes. I remembered even then how he made me feel so many years before. That feeling of being desired, wanted, even adored, was like a drug, and I found myself leaning hard into it. I reached up and cupped my breast, fingers toying with the nipple, in hopes I could somehow recreate that feeling. It was getting warm under the blankets and I pushed them aside, the cool air spread over me making my skin pebble. The nipple hardened even more in my grip as I ran it between my fingertips, tugging gently at it like he had. My other hand slipped down my body brushing the soft skin as my fingers found their mark between my legs. I caressed the lips softly at first, trying to bring back the feeling of that tentative touch. I pressed more firmly, a soft sigh escaped my lips as I ran my thumb gently across my clit. The unbidden thought came to mind of him laying back at this very moment thinking about me while slowly stroking his cock.

"Ugh..." I let out a moan, rolled over and tugged open the drawer on the nightstand, fumbling in the dark for Oliver, my latex lover. I only hoped the batteries were still good as I gave the base a twist and he hummed to life. I slid him over my breasts, teasing my hard nipples with him before sliding him down my chest and over my belly, slipping him beneath the palm of my other hand and touching him to my clit. I let out a guttural moan and arched my back as I slipped my fingers into my pussy. "Fuuuck!" My fingers slipped through the slickness they found as I pulled Oliver free and licked him generously sucking the tip into my mouth getting it good and wet before pulling my fingers free and replacing them with him. I pushed gently, that feeling of him slowly parting my lips, opening me up was the most magnificent sensation. He glided in further as I lifted gently looking for that magic spot few had ever found. Paul found it, and unlike many of the men I had been with, I hadn't had to fake a single moment of my pleasure. Fulfilling the fantasy of making it with his teacher had fired me up as well. I pushed the vibrator in further, the little attachment reached my clit and I ground down on it as my other hand tugged at my nipple, twisting it, wishing his mouth was on it again, hot, wet and insistent. I began thrusting gently at first, lifting gently as it touched my clit. "Paul, what have you done to me?" I gasped as the thrusts became shorter, my hips lifted with each one. I felt the whorl of liquid heat blossom deep down inside of me and my orgasm ripped through me. My hips thrusting as I pressed the nub against my clit. I gasped, shivers wracked my body as I slowly relaxed into the soft sheets.

I reached out and set Oliver on the nightstand and lamented the fact that the second best part of sex was beyond reach tonight as I curled up into a ball and pulled the covers back over me.

The sun peeked between the blinds and the window sill to hit me right in the face. I turned away, my head felt like a rock that was being beaten with a hammer. I wanted nothing more than to just fall back asleep until humanity returned, unfortunately my bladder chimed in and made itself known. I crawled out of bed and saw Oliver on the nightstand and grabbed him before making my way to the bathroom. I figure if I was going to splash some water on my face, he could use a wash too.

I looked in the mirror and despite a little redness in the eyes I didn't look nearly as bad as I felt. I gave Oliver a wash and proceeded to give myself a quick wash as well. After putting him back in the drawer I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered whether I should stay up or go back to sleep. Sadly the inclination to be up early came from having to be at school early and I padded my way to the kitchen to make coffee. A bowl of cereal in one hand, coffee in the other I went and parked on the couch and flipped on the TV. I looked down and saw the corner of the magazine with Paul's address and phone number and the the yellowed sheets of his story where I'd left them last night.

I closed my eyes and wondered what I was thinking, calling Ruby and getting his information. What was I going to do, stop by and borrow a cup of sugar? I suddenly felt empty, and reached forward setting down the bowl and took my head in hands.

"Admit it, you want to see him again." I said it aloud for affirmation. I took a deep drink from my coffee, turned off the TV and brought the bowl into the kitchen, finishing the cereal over the sink. I turned off the coffee maker and went and got ready. I had no idea what I was going to say to him, but I was going to see him again. A full travel mug and a full tank of gas and I was headed west by seven-thirty.

I looked up at the rear view mirror and pulled my sunglasses down. I'd done a good job of hiding the hangover damage and hoped the aspirin would kick in soon. I crossed into New York and turned onto the expressway, the throbbing in my head had been replaced by anxiety over how he would react to me darkening his door. I looked down at my jeans and black blouse and thought I should have dressed better for the occasion. I was about to crash his birthday. Panic set in as I hoped I wasn't going to screw up any plans he might have, for all I knew he might have gone home to Hartford for the weekend. I put my elbow up on the door and leaned my head into my hand. This was a colossally stupid idea and I should just turn around. Before I'd finished the thought I saw the sign welcoming me to White Plains, New York.

I followed signs into the heart of the city and found a shopping center with a grocery store where I bought a birthday cake and a map of the city. I asked for directions from one of the people at the store and they said that his address wasn't very far, just across the river and turn left and go about six blocks. I had folded the map down and penned in the route I was given and steeled my resolve. I was here, I had cake, I wasn't going to back down now.

I crossed the river and took the left as directed, downtown segued into residential homes quickly. Trees overhung the street at intervals as I passed through a neighborhood of nice homes. I counted off the intersections and slowed as I got close seeing a long, low, brick building appear behind some trees on the right. The address on the building matched what I was looking for and I looked around for a place to park. I ended up doubling back and finding a spot on the side street. The building went back the entirety of the block, but didn't stick out sorely with single-family homes on the other side of the street. I took a deep breath and looked over as if I expected to see him standing in the first window I glanced at.

I gathered up the cake and steeled myself as I stepped out of the car and locked it up, dropping the keys into my bag. I walked around the corner to the main entrance of the building and arrived as someone else was coming out solving the problem of a possibly very awkward intercom chat. I looked around the lobby and saw rows of mailboxes off to the side. I looked at how they were numbered and then wandered up the hallway. I realized I was on the wrong floor and went back to the front where there was an elevator. I took it to the third floor and got off and began scanning door numbers until I found the right one. I stood there for a long moment thinking that I could still turn around and leave and he would never be the wiser. I reached up and knocked on the door. I heard voices and felt and ice cold stab of fear.

The door swung open and there stood a blonde haired woman in a tank top and shorts. She had a towel slung around her neck and wiped her face, which showed the signs of some recent exertion, before saying hello.

I froze for a moment, feeling my color rise. "I... I'm sorry, I must have the wrong apartment."

"Are you looking for Paul?"

"Who is it?" Came a familiar voice from out of view.

"I don't know." She called back over her shoulder.

"Uh, yes. Paul Lawrence?" I asked.

She backed up and invited me in. "You're in the right place then."

I felt my face heat up with the rush of blood to my cheeks. How could I have not anticipated.

"Megan!" Paul said, his voice almost reverent. He stopped as he walked around the corner of the entryway and spied me. He was dressed similarly in a sweat soaked tank top and loose shorts,

"Happy Birthday!" I managed to squeak out and handed over the cake. It took him a moment but he took the cake.

"Justine, this is who I was telling you about earlier. Oh, where are my manners. Justine McKinley, this is a dear friend of mine from Hartford, Megan Duval. Justine is my neighbor, she's a runner too. We just got back, my apologies for being a sweaty mess. Come in, have a seat."

"I should get going and hit the shower. It was nice meeting you Megan." Justine stepped toward the door.

"Nice meeting you too." I said. As soon as the door closed behind her I turned back to Paul and couldn't help but smile and raise an eyebrow. "You dog. I knew you were no virgin."

Paul's eyes went wide. "Well not now." He grinned.

"I bet you couldn't wait to get home." I said smiling. His expression shifted to serious.

"That's not true. I was crushed after you left. Though I knew it was for the best. The last thing you needed was someone that knew the real you hanging around. I wanted to call you and set up another date, but..." He looked down at the box for a moment.

I felt ashamed. "I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry." I turned and reached for the door. His hand hooked my arm and turned me around.

"Don't leave." He was obviously upset. "I never lied to you. I'm pretty certain that up until an hour or two ago Justine and her husband assumed I was gay." He let out a nervous laugh and let go of my arm. "Justine's just a neighbor. She saw me coming and going for a run and she asked if she could join me, for safety. She's married to a fireman. A big one."

I don't know why but I felt my heart swell as he explained himself. I didn't say anything but stepped forward, rolled up on my toes and kissed him. "You don't owe me an explanation. Happy Birthday." My voice a little more breathy this time.

"I don't know why you're here, but I'm really happy you are." He kissed me again, the cake between us. "Hang on a sec." He disappeared around the corner and came back without the box. "I'm gross. Have a seat and I'll go rinse off real quick."

"How about I join you and you take your time?"

"Do you have your chopsticks?" He laughed.

"I do." I reached into my bag and the other items I'd brought were there too. "First though, I want to return these." I handed him the jewelry box and an envelope with the extra money he'd given me. He saw the box and his eyes went wide.

"I bought that for you."

"It's beautiful, but it's too much Paul. So was this." She thumbed the edge of the envelope.

"You stayed. I mean." I stopped him with a finger to the lips.

"I stayed because I wanted to spend more time with you, not for that." I swallowed hard feeling emotion coming to the surface. I willed myself not to tear up as I pursed my lips waiting for his reaction.

"Hannah ceased to exist before anything happened between us." I said it, I bared my soul and now I would find out how he felt. He looked back at me shocked.

"I was curious if you were still the man who wrote this about me." I slipped the photocopies out of my bag and held them up. He looked confused and gently took the pages and unfolded them.

"You made a copy of my story?"

I felt the tear break free and slip down my cheek and chuckled. "It's not every nineteen year old coed that gets a love letter from her true love. Of course I kept it." I laughed. "It's a good thing I didn't realize you'd plagiarized this from The Princess Bride at the time. I would have failed you."

Paul turned and disappeared through a doorway. I could hear him rooting around only to see him coming back with a book. He opened it up and began flipping through the pages. I quickly realized it was our school yearbook. He reached the page he was looking easily as it was stuffed with folded pages. He opened the page to a black and white picture of me at the front of the class, my hair was as he'd described it, in a Dorothy Hamill haircut. I stood there in my fuzzy sweater over a turtleneck clearly saying something. He unfolded the original pages of the story. He slipped them back into the book and set it on the side table before taking my face gently in his hands and kissed me again.

"I still want to know how you're so good in bed without any prior experience." I said when we came up for air.

"I have a wonderful teacher, and I read a lot." He replied.

I let my bag slip off my shoulder and set it on the floor then reached for the hem of his shirt. "You definitely need a shower." I tugged and he leaned forward allowing me to pull it over his head.

"I'd like a hand if you don't mind." A smile spread across his face.

"Not at all." I said grinning. He reached out and slipped his fingers into the top of my jeans, pulled me towards him and lifted my top over my head. He ran the back of his fingers down the red satin strap of my bra.

He kicked aside his shoes and peeled off the knee high socks. He stood there in running shorts, unshaven and hair mussed and I could not have been more attracted to another human being if I tried. I suddenly realized how Constance Chatterley must have felt. I stared at his chest as it rose and fell and reached out placing my hand over his heart. I looked up at him, his eyes dark and fathomless. He still felt the same, it wasn't lust, it was love. I slipped off my shoes.

"This way?" I took his hand and stepped through the doorway behind me. He stopped and I felt his arm tighten, his hand gripping mine firmly. He turned me back to face him and took me by the front of my jeans again this time his fingers undid the button, and the zipper. He slid his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them over my hips letting them fall to my knees. He stepped forward and removed my bra, dropping it on the floor before his thumbs dragged the matching panties down as well. I held his shoulder as I stepped out of my clothes and stood naked before him.

"You're breathtaking." He whispered.

"So are you." I said and reached out for the hem of his shorts pushing them down. I looked up at him for a moment not believing a man like him could love me still after learning what I've done. He bent and took me by the shoulders until I was standing up again. I was tall, but felt dwarfed by him. His arms came around my shoulders and he drew my lips to his.

"Take me to bed Paul." I whispered between kisses.

"No shower?" He asked, a little smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

"We're just going to get sweaty again after." I said, my hand slid from his lower back down to grab his ass. I pulled away and turned to find his bed unmade and tugged the duvet off and climbed in. It smelled of him and I took a deep breath before rolling onto my back. I propped myself up on my elbow and reached back and lifted my hair letting it cascade over the pillow behind me. I looked up at him and smiled. He had that reverent stare on his face again.

"What's the matter Paul? Are you afraid that you're just dreaming that you're hot English teacher is actually in your bed, bare assed and giving you her best bedroom eyes on your birthday?" I grinned and rolled over onto my side and beckoned him closer. "If you come closer I'll show you that it's not just a dream." I purred.

"As you wish." He grinned, then looked up at the ceiling. "Dear God, if I'm dreaming do not wake me up." He walked closer to the bed and I leaned out and stroked his now stiff cock.

"I think He's going to be hearing from us a lot today." I drew him towards the bed and leaned over giving his cock a swipe with my tongue. His skin was salty and hot and I licked the underside before taking the tip in my mouth and sucking gently as I looked up at him.

"Oh God!" He said under his breath and shut his eyes tightly.

"Mmm hmm." I backed off his cock and licked my lips. I looked up at his face, and a moment went by before he opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Is this what you want, or do you see something else you'd like?" I bit my lip to suppress my grin. His eyes roamed quickly over my body and looked back at me with pure fire in them. I scooted over making room for him on the bed and he laid down closing the gap between us in a swift motion. His lips met mine as his hand roamed over my hip pulling us together. I pulled back from his kiss to ask him if he had any protection and he immediately went for my neck kissing his way softly down to my chest. I gasped instead of asking as he drew my nipple out and gave it a gentle bite. He pressed our hips together, his cock pressed between us. It twitched at my gasp. "Fuck it. You were honest with me Paul? I'm your first?"

He stopped and looked up at me. "Yes."

"Good." I said and heaved his hip until he was laying flat and I scrambled over his torso. I lined up our bodies and brushed the tip of his cock against my pussy. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill." I pressed down and felt him part my lips. I leaned my head back and slid down the shaft slowly savoring the feeling of him opening me up. "God that feels good."