Unexpected Anticipation

"You'll see," She gave me a slight wink before adding, "and don't worry about anything; you'll be taken care of." With that, she removed her hand from my back as we came upon a large circle table.

There were three people already seated and facing us. The first was an older woman with a kind smile that seemed far too familiar. Her dark hair was cut short, just below her the cut of her jaw. The lines on her face showed she probably frowned as much as she smiled but I could tell she preferred smiling. She wore a complimenting navy-blue pant suit that had a small flag on the breast pocket. Beside her sat an average looking man: tall, blue eyes, balding in the way that made it seem like he was trying to hold onto whatever hair he had left. His face was smiling, but it wouldn't reach his eyes. Last and most certainly not least, to the right of the couple, was a young woman who looked stunning in a dark blue pant suit that matched that of the older woman. Come to think of it, she looked very much like the older woman from the set of her jaw to the hazel almost green in her eyes. Aside from the younger woman's long auburn hair, they could've been the same person. Why were they so familiar?

"Well, it's about time you got here Kimmy I was about to order without you!" The younger woman stuck her tongue at my professor, but I could feel the warmth in her taunt.

"You're always so impatient Noemi, I'm here, aren't I?" Kim rolled her eyes and put one hand on her hip, a gesture I recognize from the arguments I have with my older brother.

"Looks like you've brought some dessert?" Noemi looked at me with the same hungry look Kim had in the car, only much more obvious. I shifted uneasily at her glance, feeling my face get warm as she winked at me.

"She's mine," Kim snapped, all amusement gone from her voice. Noemi didn't look away from me, the sly smile that crossed her face only growing as Kim spoke. "She's a student and friend of mine," Kim cleared her throat, calling my attention, "Here, sit."

Kim gently tugged on my arm, encouraging me to sit next to the older woman while she sat next to Noemi, aiming a pointed stare at her before turning her attention back to me. Noemi gave a slight shrug and turned to her menu.

"If you couldn't guess from her bratty tone, this is my younger sister Noemi," she gave her a disregarding wave, "And these are my parents, Phillis and Philip Redding." Phillis beamed a smile at me, and I could see exactly where Kim got her warmth.

"Pleasure to meet you," Phillip's voice was gruff and accented.

He tilted an invisible hat at me, and I giggled in response.

"Phillis and Phillip?" I couldn't help myself from asking. The couple shared an endearing look before Phillis responded.

"On a college trip to the castles in Ireland my school was paired with another to explore some of the ruins. They broke us off into groups alphabetically -- by first names of all things!" She shook her head amused. "There was another Phillis in my class and one last spot on Phillip's group. Fortunately the other Phillis' last name was Rolling. My last name was Redfern --"

"And mine Redding," Phillip finished, his accent coming off rougher than before. "I haven't let her out of my sight since," He snuck a small kiss behind Phillis' ear and winked at Kim and me.

What was with this family and winking?

"Yes, yes, the love story we all long to have one day," Noemi gave a dismissing wave of her menu, bringing our attention back to the table. "There just happens to be an absence of food in front of me, and I'm ready to fix that." She waved the attention of the waiter who had stood patiently by the table, "I'll have the duck with a side salad, bring out the '78 Bordeaux please." She handed the waiter her menu, watching me as she did so.

"A glass, ma'am?" The polite waiter asked.

"The bottle, babe," Noemi said, her eyes still on me.

I fought Noemi's gaze and leaned my head to whisper to Kim, "I haven't had a chance to look at the menu yet," I could feel my embarrassment thinking of having this family wait for me to order.

"Don't worry, darling," Kim laid her hand on my thigh, pushing the fabric up so that my skin was exposed. Looking at her sister, she possessively squeezed my thigh as she said, "You don't have any food allergies, do you?"

I could feel Noemi's eyes on my face, but I couldn't look away from Kim.

Working hard to show nothing was out of place, I responded honestly, "I'm only allergic to bees, no food."

She gave one slight nod, then removed her hand from my thigh and spoke to the waiter.

"I'll have the filet mignon, and she'll have the salmon -- both from the Chef Special, please."

Once she completed our orders, Kim rested her chin on her hand looking at Noemi. I turned to find her gaze still on mine, a questioning brow raised. I looked down into my lap, intimidated by her gaze.

"Stop scaring my guest," Kim said to Noemi in a sweet tone.

"Oh, the last thing I want to do is scare her," Noemi made no attempt to hide the flirting tone in her voice. Kim ignored it smoothly, and addressed her parents who both ordered a steak and lobster dinner.

"So mom, how's everything going? Any idea who might be running against you in the reelection?"

A second waiter came and left five glasses of water.

"My assistant says it might be our fun chief over there," She gestured back to the table that made no attempt to conceal the empty liquor glasses, and where another man burst out in earth-shaking laughter. "I wouldn't consider him much of an opponent."

"Reelection?" I asked, looking up from my lap and happy to see that Noemi turned her attention to her mother.

"Oh, yes, my mother here is the mayor. Had I not mentioned that?" Kim tapped on her glass guiltily.

"No harm done, I'm hardly interesting enough for younger kids to know who I am now-a-days," Phillis shook her head causing her short hair to bounce.

"Oh no! You're definitely interesting, I've read two of your books. I just didn't recognize you ma'am." I could feel my face getting warm, and knew the embarrassment was easy to read.

I knew this family looked familiar, they're the 'it' family. I knew now that her father -- the mayor's husband -- was the owner of four very successful car lots in our city alone. Noemi's shown up a few times on television beside her mother, the next prodigy. But she never went by Mayor Redding, always Phillis, Phillis R. It's no wonder it took embarrassingly so long to figure it out. Phillis was watching me with a concealed amusement as she watched me put the pieces slowly together.

"Well, I always appreciate someone interested in my work, so thank you." She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

The next two hours were filled with lively conversation about authors, traveling, and politics. Our waiters brought out our food and Noemi was sure to order more wine should we reach a dangerously low capacity.

I felt myself relax steadily as I engaged in a heated debate on the nutritional and flavor values of beef versus lamb. We settled on him making a promise to fly us all to Italy for what he called 'the only real way to eat lamb'.

Throughout the evening, Kim would find small excuses to touch my leg, my back, my hand, and my shoulder making it hard for me to completely forget about the mess I made in her car or the ever-present feeling radiating from my you-now...I mean my pussy.

Noemi -- for the most part -- stayed her advances, but I couldn't help notice how her foot would randomly brush up against my leg under the table. Mr. and Mrs. Redding excused themselves after the bill was paid -- the entire bill that somehow came to over one-thousand dollars - but Kim and Noemi stayed and talked about how Noemi planned to spend her twenty-fifth birthday scuba diving in Peru while they shared a slice of what was described as 'the best chocolate cake on the coast'. It was then I decided to excuse myself to go to the restroom.

I stood and felt the effects of the five glasses of wine and the two drinks Phillip insisted I try. I stumbled slightly, grasping onto the table for balance. Neither woman seemed to notice my unsteadiness as I followed the waiter's directions to the lady's room.

When I picked my stall, I sat heavily and examined my dress, very happy to see that I hadn't managed to ruin it in the car. I stepped out to wash my hands, and as I was about to return to our table, I almost ran into Noemi.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss Noemi," I placed a hand on the wall to balance myself and made a mental note that heels were much harder to navigate under the influence.

Noemi grabbed onto my shoulders, seeing that I couldn't steady myself on my own. I expected her hands to fall away once I was standing, but she held me tightly.

I looked into her eyes, noticing that she was slightly shorter than Kim, but still taller than me.

"Miss Noemi?" She had a cocky smile that gave me butterflies. "Have you had a little too much to drink?"

I couldn't help but giggle, the alcohol muting any sense I might have had.

"You are really adorable, you know that?" Noemi stepped closer to me, her hands moving from my shoulders to my elbows.

"Pfft, no not me," I shook my head, something I instantly regretted.

She let out a laugh, one that sounded almost like Kim's but higher in pitch.

"Yes, yes you," She placed her hands on my waist and pressed her body against mine. Using her left hand, she lifted my chin to meet her gaze.

"So adorable," She whispered as she planted a kiss against my lips.

For the second time today -- and in my life -- a woman kissed me.

Her lips were soft and warm, and they tasted so much like wine and chocolate that they made my head spin more than it already was. Encouraged by alcohol I kissed her back enthusiastically, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling myself closer.

What am I doing? My mind tried to scream at me. I don't care, I thought back.

After just a few seconds there was the sound of a door opening and closing behind us, and a not-so-subtle clearing of someone's throat. Noemi broke our kiss but held me protectively with my face buried in her hair. I felt Noemi let out a sigh of annoyance before she spoke.

"You have wonderful timing," the sarcasm was obvious as she addressed the person over her shoulder.

Stepping out of her embrace, I peered around her to see Kim with her arms crossed and an annoyed smile.

"You should be heading home now. I've already taken the liberty of calling you a cab, I think you've had a little to drink to be driving yourself home."

Kim walked to stand between me and Noemi, her back turned to me.

Noemi looked from her sister down to me and then back again, "Fine, fine."

She gave Kim a loving smile before turning to me, "I hope to see you again. Soon." Giving me one final wink, she left the restroom leaving me and Kim alone.

Kim turned and looked down at me, anger clearly still displayed on her face.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

I could feel the tears spiking in my eyes -- another result of the alcohol. Kim's eyes grew wide in horror and then her face warmed into a more-than-amused smile.

"Oh honey, why in the world are you crying?" She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hug, tucking my head under her chin.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and willed myself to stop crying.

"I-I'm not, I'm not sure," I said between stifled sobs.

I felt Kim's body shaking around mine, and it took me a moment to realize she was laughing.

"You really are adorable. No, I'm not mad at you. My sister can be more than bit much at times, and you are definitely more than intoxicated."

She stepped back to examine me; my eyes were certainly red from the involuntary tears.

"I certainly can't take you back to your car now; you're far too much of a mess to drive. You'll come with me and we'll sober you up." Kim led me out of the restroom my hand securely in hers. I'm sure from any bystander point of view, it looked like a responsible professional taking care of their friend who can't handle their liquor. I didn't mind, I focused on the warmth of her palm in mine.

Rather than return to our table, she led me through the maze of tables and bodies, and out the front door. I struggled to keep up with her, but somehow we made it back to the valet in one piece.

Kim's car was already parked out front, so she placed a bill in our valet's hand and opened my door.

"In you go," she said, patting my behind as I scrambled to sit properly.

After closing my door, Kim walked around the front of the car gracefully slid into her driver's side. The moment I figured out the mechanism that was her seatbelt she sped onto the street.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Kim asked, turning left onto the freeway.

"So much! Your family is so interesting!" I squealed ignoring any slur there may have been in my voice.

"They can be," She glanced at me and smiled before continuing, "especially Noemi. She has a very -- well let's just say she doesn't have a great sense of personal space." Her hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter before relaxing.

"So, you are mad?" I asked, emotion dripping into my voice.

Kim's shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh, noticeably slowing down as we changed lanes on the freeway.

A smile in her voice she said, "No, I'm not mad. You're an attractive young woman and my sister; she's more than a handful. That's why I told them we were friends, so she wouldn't try anything" Kim let out a laugh and ran her hand through her hair, ruining her bun and letting her auburn hair fall down her back. "She's always trying to take my things," she smiled at me and I gave her a drunken smile in return.

Kim must've secretly exited the freeway at some point because when I looked back up she was pulling into a parking garage for a large building. She backed into a parking spot, turned off her car and gazed at me. Her hand gently pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear and then rested on my neck.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" She asked in an unsure voice.

I didn't answer but looked at her questioningly.

"I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you because you've been drinking," she shrugged, "so I'm asking, do you mind if I kiss you?"

I bit my lip and looked at her through dizzy eyes.

Releasing my lip I answered, "I would love it if you kissed me, professor."

Kim relaxed and slid her hand into my hair grabbing a fistful. I let out a moan as she slowly pulled me closer.

"You are mine," she whispered against my lips.

She kissed me roughly, her lips easily bruising mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth exploring my own. She tasted just like her sister -- wine and chocolate -- but she felt so sure. I moaned against her and grabbed onto her shoulders, my fingers digging into her skin as I tried to pull myself deeper into her. She broke our kiss to let out a moan and grabbed onto the hand that created read lines on her skin.

"Now, you don't play nice, do you?" She kissed the tips of my fingers before returning my hand to me.

I chuckled embarrassingly and slip my hand behind my back.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," Kim grabbed her bag, stepped out of her car, and walked around to open my door. She gestured for me to leave my belongings and helped me step out of my seat.

Entwining her fingers with mine, she led me to a large elevator. We stepped inside and she pulled a key from her bag and inserted it into a small slot under the floor buttons.

"You need a key to get to my loft," She turned the key and the elevator shot upward.

Kim released my hand and slid her arm around my waist as the elevator came to a stop. The large silver doors opened into a wide room with dark wooden floors. The lights were already on and showing what looked like a living room with walls filled with art that looked old and expensive. Small vases with two or three flowers were scattered over all the flat services -- all except the piano. Kim led me into the room a sat me at the L-shaped couch.

"Feel free to get comfortable, I've a few calls I need to make so I'll be gone for just a moment." She patted my head and gracefully walked through a hallway and out of sight.

I thought for a moment about who she would need to call at nearly 10:30 on a Thursday evening, but I quickly expelled the thought.

My body felt tired, and the presence of alcohol didn't help that now. I slipped off the stilettos Dr. Redding loaned me and set them beside the glass coffee table in front of me. Straightening my dress, I put my feet on the couch and lay back on one of the cushions so that my eyes stared up at the high ceiling. I could tell I wasn't tired enough to sleep, but I gave my eyes a chance to rest for a bit. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I was completely relaxed when I felt my legs being nudged apart.

My eyes shot open, and I lifted myself up on my elbows to see Kim crawling on the couch.

Feeling slightly dizzy from moving too fast, I fell back against my pillow hoping to steady my head. Kim kept moving up my body until she laid directly over me, her chest touching mine. I could feel that she wasn't putting all of her weight on me as she positioned herself so she was looking into my eyes.

"I take it you got comfortable?" She smiled down at me brushing more hair off my face.

"I did, your house is really nice," I smiled back at her and hesitantly put my hands on her waist.

"Well, I need somewhere to unwind at," Kim rubbed her thumb along my bottom lip and then slid it from my chin to my neck, stopping when she reached the fabric of my dress where my cleavage was.

"I think I'm ready to get out of these clothes, are you?" She tugged my dress once and then sat up on her knees, stepping off the couch not bothering to fix her dress that's risen just below her behind.

She offered me a hand and tugged me so that I stood in front of her, and she must have taken her shoes off at some point because now I stood with my eyes at her nose.

"Yes professor," I looked up to meet her gaze, a smile on her face.

"Good." Kim turned to walk back down the hall, and I followed close on her heels.

We made a right and the hall gave way to a room three times as big as her office. There was more artwork on the walls, but these had more color than the ones in the living room. She had a beautiful bookcase that stretched from one end of a wall to another whose' titles looked worn from constant use.

I had this urge to go over them all.

The bed that sat in the center of the room was large and neat, grey comforters and pillows laid on it. To the right of the bed was a separate wall made completely out of mirror, the opposite housing an open en suite and bathroom.

"Lovely," I breathed as I admired the room.

"It's home," She said stepping aside to give me a chance to explore.

I ran my hands over the bookshelf, seeing a few familiar titles, before walking over to the bed. The comforter was soft, and I could tell it would be warm underneath. Below my feet, the hardwood floor gave way to a soft rug that felt expensive though I assumed everything in the home was. I turned around to see Kim looking at her collection of books, arms crossed. She looked beautiful even with her back to me.

"Can you help me with this dress, darling?" She called my attention as though she already felt my eyes on her.

Dr. Redding moved her hair so that her back was bared to me, a zipper revealed on her strapless dress.

"Of course, professor," I said as I walked over to her.

I grabbed onto the zipper and easily guided it to its resting place just above her behind. The fabric of her dress gave way to her smooth skin, flawless aside from the strapless black bra she wore. I stepped back and she turned letting the dress fall to her ankles before stepping out of it. The black thong she wore matched perfectly to her bra and complimented her body well. My eyes studied her perfect toned body, and I felt my heartbeat pick up as my eyes settled on her breast. I've never seen another woman like this. I liked it.