Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I shift my books off of my lap and smooth down the skirt of my dress before going to open the door. I always try to wear clothes that are fairly modest, and this dress fits the bill.
I crack open the front door, peering out into the night sky, and then immediately open it all the way.
“Tommy?” I ask quizzically. “What are you doing her?”
The football player shrugs in response and then flashes me a dazzling smile.
“I thought I’d swing by,” he drawls. “I remember you said you were babysitting for the Aston dude tonight, so I thought I’d say hello. Is he home?” Tommy asks, peering over my shoulder.
I stare at him.
“Um no, Mr. Aston isn’t here and that’s why he needs a babysitter. But this is weird, isn’t it? I mean, I tutor you, Tommy. We aren’t even friends. So why are you dropping by my place of work?”
Tommy merely shrugs and steps inside as I step back. He flashes a million dollar smile.
“It’s fine, Natalie. I thought I could use some extra help with Algebra, so I figured I’d come and find you.”
I roll my eyes at the obvious lie. The football player’s never voluntarily studied a day in his life, and especially not on a Friday night.
“Um okay. Clearly, you’re going to come in no matter what,” I say with a resigned sigh. Tommy just grins and saunters inside. He doesn’t even have his backpack with him, much less his Algebra textbook, so I roll my eyes again. Seriously, this guy is a creep but what can I do? Tommy plays football for Sheridan High, and believes that he’s God’s gift to women. Even I have to admit that he’s good-looking enough, with thick chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. But even so, I don’t appreciate the unexpected visit.
Yet it’s true that some of our tutoring sessions have gotten a little frisky. Not super-frisky, but we have kissed a few times, and I did let him massage my left breast the last time we were together. The teenage boy was so funny as he did it. He squeezed my boob like it was made of Play-doh while making lots of “ah-ah-ah!” sounds and then ejaculated prematurely into his jeans! I was mortified, but Tommy wasn’t embarrassed at all. I guess when you have that much adolescent yearning built up, even fondling a girl’s boob will do it for you. But still, I don’t appreciate this unexpected visit. I’m on the job, for crying out loud!
“You can’t stay long,” I say in a hurried voice. “Mr. Aston is going to be back soon,” I fib. “He can’t catch you here because then I’ll be fired. Besides, we’re not actually dating Tommy,” I say in a firm voice.
The football player pretends not to hear as he strolls around the living room, whistling at the lavish furnishings.
“Shit, this place is da bomb,” he says under his breath while fingering a particularly luxurious white curtain. I cringe because Tommy’s hands are probably dirty and he’s likely leaving grimy fingerprints on the pristine fabric while he speaks. I open my mouth to ask him to stop, but before I can get a word out, the teenage boy shucks off his letter jacket and throws it on the back of the couch before plopping down and putting his feet up on the expensive mahogany coffee table. His sneakers are grimy, and I swear I see dog shit caked into the sole of the left foot.
I take a deep breath.
“You need to go now,” I say in a firm voice. “Mr. Aston is going to be home any minute, and he’s going to be pissed if he sees you here.”
Tommy laughs and shakes his head at me before patting his lap and gesturing for me to come over. “Live a little, Nats. Seriously, do you always have such a huge stick up your butt? C’mon, come here. I can help you get it out before your boss comes home.”
I roll my eyes because his words are just so vulgar, even if he thinks it’s sexy. Plus, at this point the young man’s basically stalking me by trailing me to my place of work. But I’m wary because this situation is just going to go from bad to worse if I lose it.
So what do I do? I need to placate Tommy and then hopefully, he’ll become more malleable, and I can get him to leave. It probably won’t hurt to just kiss him for a little, right? June’s asleep and it’ll be at least two hours until Mr. Aston shows up. It’s not like we’re going to do anything. At the very worst, Tommy prematurely ejaculates again and is satisfied in five minutes. That’s even better because then I can get him out of here that much faster.