A sadness came over her face. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“I know it’s not. And it’s wrong of me to ask you since I can’t give you more than orgasms. But I want you, Ellie. Will you think about it?”
She looked up at me. “Neighbors with benefits?”
I nodded. “There could be a few more things I can teach you, although you’ve mastered the basics.”
She smiled. “I told you I was a fast learner.”
I helped her get up and put herself back together. “I know it’s obnoxious of me, but if you find you’re in need of an orgasm and Fred just won’t do, let me know.”
She nodded, although she looked conflicted about it.
Chapter 7
Ellie
He was right. I liked his mouth on me. I wanted it again, but I wasn’t sure it was worth risking my job over. Mrs. Snyder said having a relationship with a parent would be grounds for firing. I’m pretty sure neighbors with benefits would meet the requirement even though no real relationship would be involved.
So, over the next few days, I tried to deal with the craving for Will using my memories and Fred. My orgasms were better than they’d been before Will but not nearly as good as with him.
It didn’t help that most days when I arrived home from teaching, Will and Mollie were in the pool, which I had to pass by on my way to my condo. Mollie always called out to me to watch her swim or do some trick she and Will had concocted. Watching the two of them play tugged at my heartstrings. Seeing Will shirtless with water beading on his chest, made my pussy tingle.
Will hadn’t made any advances or invited me over. I wasn’t sure if that was because he left things up to me or because it wasn’t convenient to have sex with Mollie around. But that didn’t mean I didn’t see heat and the promise of screaming orgasms in his eyes. Or maybe that was just me projecting my desire on him.
On Friday after work, they weren’t at the pool, and I found I was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because I didn’t have to have to go inside my condo and make use of Fred, as I had done every day when I arrived home this week. But I was disappointed that I didn’t see them.
To help me decide what to do, and to have a distraction from the insatiable need, I called Angela about getting together, but as usual, she had plans with Rick. I was happy for her and yet jealous, and not just because she was having spectacular sex, but because she was in love. And as far as I could tell, Rick loved her.
It was said that people couldn’t ever be fully happy because once they reached their goals, they still wanted more. That must be true, because I had reached my goal of not being a virgin, and yet I wanted more. But Will was clear from the beginning. It was only sex for him.
I opened my door and as I entered, I stepped on a piece of paper. Picking it up, I saw it was a note from Will.
Mollie’s grandparents are taking her to Disney tomorrow and so have her for the night tonight. I’m at the beach if you’d like to join me.
PSC
PSC had to stand for Professor Sexy Cock. Duel desires played a tug of war in my brain. Hell yes, I wanted to meet him on the beach. He had the night and tomorrow free. There were a lot of orgasms that could be had in 24 hours. But I loved my job, and it wouldn’t be wise to get fired from a first job for fucking a parent. That could ruin my future in teaching.
I grabbed a glass of wine unable to decide what to do. I supposed I knew the wine would help me lean towards orgasms because fifteen minutes later, I was in my cherry bikini heading to the beach. The wine helped me decide that it wasn’t Mrs. Snyder’s business what I did in my off time, and the odds were low that she’d find out. There were only eight weeks of school left anyway. After that, Mollie wouldn’t be my student.
When I got to the beach, I didn’t see Will and was about to go back to my condo to spend time with Fred, when I heard my name. Turning toward it, I saw Will walking out of the ocean. My mouth went dry at the sight of him. His sun-kissed hair was slicked back, his broad hard chest dripping with seawater, and that sexy-as-sin grin was plastered on his face.
“You made it,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
“Oh?”
“I wasn’t sure if you were ignoring me this week.”