Will we stay together that long?
Since we're in a U-shaped booth, Siobhan is sitting near me, but we can still see each other. We chatted to each other for the entire hour-long drive. I've never talked that much with anyone, not even my girlfriends. Siobhan, the woman I'd initially dismissed as uptight, has become the best mate I could ever have. I love learning about her and telling her about me.
Siobhan leans in to whisper in my ear with her lips grazing my skin. "I'm glad we got a booth in the corner where the lighting is smoky and we have some privacy."
"If you're planning to go down on me in the restaurant, I'll be forced to say no. Can't be quiet when you do that to me."
"No blow job, check." She nuzzles my cheek. "But I'd love to make out with you, Nick."
"Let's order first, and make out while we wait for the appetizer."
"Perfect. Let's get champagne too."
"I was thinking the same thing."
A waitress approaches, and we order our meal with appetizers and champagne. We agree to hold off on ordering dessert until after our meal, in case we're too full to eat anything else.
The waitress leaves, and we're alone again.
Now it's my turn to whisper in her ear. "Even if we don't order dessert, I can still gorge on the sweetest treat—your cream."
"If you keep talking that way, I might climb on your lap and unzip your pants."
"We agreed giving me head in the restaurant is a rubbish idea."
"Didn't say I'd give you head. Said I'd mount you and unzip your pants." She lays a hand on my leg, sliding it between my thighs and up until her fingers brush my groin. "I meant I'll fuck you, Nick. Ride you until your eyes roll back in your head."
"You fulfill all my naughty-schoolteacher fantasies."
"Did you really fantasize about that?"
"Every schoolboy does. I think it's in our DNA to lust after sexy women who own rulers and chalkboards."
The waitress arrives with our appetizer, so we go back to behaving like a normal couple who want to enjoy a good meal. While we eat, we keep talking, though not about my schoolboy fantasies. Siobhan tells me stories from her life as a professor and as a single mother, some humorous, others more serious. I love hearing everything about her life.
I hold off on asking her a particular question until we've eaten half our meal. Then, my curiosity gets the better of me. "Before you met me, how long had it been since you had sex?"
She takes a long drink of her water before answering, then she clears her throat and says, "Five years, give or take."
"Five years? But you are a passionate woman."
"I'm also a single mom. After my parents retired to Florida, I didn't have time for dating." She pokes at the ice cubes in her glass, making them bob in the water. "Honestly, I hadn't dated much before that. I slept with guys, that's all."
"Were these one-offs?"
"The sex was, yes, but I had more than one date with each man before we slept together. Eventually, I realized what mattered most to me was spending time with Felicity, not dating. She was growing up, and I knew someday she'd go her own way, without me."
I slip an arm around her shoulders. "Felicity adores you. She wouldn't leave and forget about you."
"You met her once."
"Anyone can see how close you two are."
"Yeah, we are. I'm lucky that way. How close are you with your parents?"
"Not like you and Felicity, but I get on very well with Mum and Dad."
"Good. I like men who love their parents." She leans in, her smile turning slightly mischievous. "Why don't we skip dessert and go home to have sex all night?"