The Harvard Romance - Part Six - Date Night
Mr. Sawyer, I mean James, picked me up in his red Corvette. I had never gotten in any car like this before and was very impressed.
“Hi,“I said. He had gotten out and opened the door for me. I was a wearing a jean skirt and a black crop top.
“Hi, Sydney.” He said and didn’t make eye contact. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I got reservations at the Italian restaurant down the street.”
“Oh I love Italian.”
He looked at me and smiled. I got in the car and he closed the door. He walked around to his side and got in.
James was wearing dress pants, with a buttoned down grey shirt and it was actually tucked in for once. He smelled amazing. Like Old Spice. His hair was slicked back with gel and he was, unfortunately cleaned shaven. I always loved it when he didn’t shave for a couple days back in high school.
We didn’t say much on the ride to the restaurant or during the wait for our table. When we finally sat down our waiter came right over and we ordered drinks. And then it was quiet again.
“So, James, how was the rest of your day?”
I asked making small talk.
“It was fine,” and he looked down at the menu.
Is he really going to make me do all the talking even after he knows how much I hate it? I stared at him willing him to look up but he didn’t. I cleared me throat and he finally looked up and saw I was glaring.
He smiled at me, the nerve of him. “Yes?”
“I...you are being quiet.” I said loosing my nerve.
“I am” he said matter of factly.
“Why?” I asked a little more forcefully.
He sighed and put the menu down. “Because I am not sure what to say to you yet. Or what we are actually doing. I was so in the wrong earlier. You may not be my student anymore but that doesn’t mean it’s right of me to want you the way I do. And the way I did back then. I am not that type of person.”
“You liked me back then?” That’s all I could fixate on and I loved hearing that.
He shook his head. “Yeah and it was completely wrong. You drove me nuts. And the one time you came into my office, and I saw...”
He stopped and took a sip of his water. “Never mind that’s not important. This is wrong Sydney. I know your not underage anymore but your still a kid. You need to be dating guys your age. Trust me, they want to date you.”
“I don’t want to date them. They are so immature...and wait what did you mean about that one time in your office? What did you see?” I think I knew what he was talking about but I wasn’t sure.
“I swore then I wouldn’t say anything and I won’t now.”
“You saw what I wrote didn’t you?” I blurted not able to handle the suspense anymore after all these years.
His eyes widened and but then his brows furrowed and he looked at me with such desire in his eyes it took my breath away. “Yes. And I can’t not say what you wrote made me almost make the worst mistake in my life. I wanted to give you what you wrote in your notebook.”
“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t have been right then. But it could be right now,” I pleaded.
He sat forward and rubbed his face with his hand and he seemed so defeated. Maybe I was being unfair. I had been underaged and he was an adult then. I know if I felt like he had about any student, I would have felt all wrong and perverted. But that was then and this is now. It’s not like he is pushing anything on me. If anything I am. Maybe I should slow down? But I never felt like this about anyone and he has been all I have been able to think about for five years.
“James, I am sorry I am pushing this. I’m not sure what has gotten into me. Will you forgive me and we can have a nice dinner?”
He looked at me and smiled at me. “You shouldn’t be apologizing. I should be. I practically jumped you in the cafeteria.”
“What no you didn’t.” I laughed remembering how heated I felt.
We enjoyed a nice dinner together talking about ourselves and learning about the other. Each minute I felt closer to him than I did anyone else. And all I could do was smile at him.
“Would you like your check? Or would you like desert first?” The waiter asked
James looked at me and I said, “no I don’t need desert, I am stuffed.”
“Oh good me too.” He laughed and turned towards the waiter.
Our check came fairly quickly and James grabbed it before I could see it. “Can’t I pay half?” He looked at me with a faked hurt expression.
“No you can not.” And he smiled.
I pushed out my bottom lip in pleading. We both had been drinking and I was definitely feeling the effects and he was happier and seemed to be feeling it too.
“So where to now?” He asked.
“I’m not sure”. I said standing next to his car. We were parked in a garage across the street from the restaurant. He stood next to me and stared up at him trying my best, mentally, to tell him to kiss me.
“Your doing it again...” he said quietly.
“Doing what?” I asked innocently.
The right side of his mouth quirked up and he shook his head. “This is so wrong,” he breathed out. I almost didn’t hear him over the sounds of my breathing and the honking horns on the street.
I cocked my head to the right and tilted it up, questioningly. I didn’t want to voice it.
He ran his hands threw his hair as he watched me. “Your driving me crazy, Sydney.” He took a step toward me and I didn’t flinch or more away. I stood there waiting, hoping. “What will I do about you?” I could smell the alcohol on his breath but he seemed completely sober. I know when someone is drunk and he definitely wasn’t even though he drank way more than I did. But I wasn’t drunk either. Maybe drunk on the endorphins floating through my head and the surreal feeling of this moment.
He stepped closer and grabbed my hand. “I didn’t think I’d see you again after school. I’m happy I did.”
“Me too.” And I smiled up at him.
He looked at me with warmth in his eyes and sexual desire the likes I had never seen before. I didn’t want to tel him I had never been kissed. Or that I had never been this close to another guy or felt this way about another guy. It could scare him off.
My hand tightened around his and then he pulled me to him, leaned down, and with his other hand wrapped it around the back of my neck and kissed me with so much force, I felt so light headed and like I had been booted into another universe. I never could have imagined a kiss could turn me on this much. Our lips moved together and he forced my lips apart his tongue darting into my mouth finding mine and they danced together in the most erotic kiss in my history. In my life. In like forever. God was he a good kisser.
He pulled me in more and I grabbed on to him and our bodies fit perfectly together. His smell was intoxicating and I didn’t think it was possible but I got even more lightheaded. I could have sworn I saw fireworks. It was crazy but the most unbelievable thing I had ever felt.
Our bodies were pushed so closely together I felt something hard between us. Was this his erection? If it was he was huge and god I wanted to feel him. To grab him.
My hands felt his back and his muscles moved under my hands. His body was pure muscle. His hand explored my back and one was tangled in my hair caressing the back of my head. The other moved down to my butt and his hand way bigger than my cheek cupped it and squeeze, pulling me closer and grinding against me.
With lightening fast speed he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist forgetting that I had only skirt on which rose up. Now I definitely knew that it was an erection. It pressed up against me and it felt amazing. I let out a moan that I couldn’t keep in and he responded by placing me down on the hood of his car and laid me down. He leaned over me still kissing and ground against me. My core wept at the pleasure his movement made at the sensation of his dick touching a spot on me that no one else had ever touched. The thought brought me to the edge and I lost all control. I wanted so much more, I wanted him.
I reached between us wanting to feel him in my hand and he let up on the pressure a little so I could snake my hand around him. I kneaded his erection in my hand and tasted his moan in my mouth. He started moving away from my lips and headed towards my neck and nibbled creating the sweetest pleasure I had ever felt.
Then his fingers were between us and he placed his hand over mine as he ground into our combined hands. He moved back and forth and let out the sexiest sound I had ever heard. Then his hand moved off of mine and moved to between my legs where the tips if his fingers gentle caressed me running them up and down the most sensitive part of my body. His fingers moved my under wear to the side and there was no longer any fabric. He touched me and I arched my back at the pulse of pleasure created at the newest sensations and I brought my hands up around his neck and pulled him in to kiss me and as his fingers parted me and slipped in. He looked up at me and his eyes were wide with pleasure and he watched me as his fingers sunk deeper into me, slowly.
“Want to go back to my brothers place? He won’t be there tonight.” I didn’t say anything because I was too preoccupied with his fingers as he fucked me with them. He smiled down at me as if he enjoyed seeing me loose control. “Sydney?” And his fingers moved faster and faster, until I...he took his fingers out before I lost complete control. “Well then, now that I got your attention. We should get out of here before anyone comes down and catches us.”
“What?” I said breathlessly. “Where...?” Oh god we were still in the parking garage. What had we just done? My eyes went wide at the realization.
He grinned at me and took his finger into his mouth, then said, “don’t worry we aren’t on camera and no one walked by. But I hear voices so lets get you into my car.” He bent down and kissed me one last time, then lifted me off the hood of the car, and placed me down on my feet. He gave me a once over and then went about straightening my clothes. When he finished a couple came walking around hand in hand laughing.
Mr. Sawyer brought me to the passenger side of his car and I got in.
We drove twenty minutes to his brothers place and went in. We had the best night imaginable and I lost my virginity to him. Mr. Sawyer and I married a couple years later, had two children, and grew old together. I never kissed another man in my life and we died together asleep in bed.