ChristopherI didn’t want to jinx it, but things were going well for Olin and I. He’d barely thrown an attitude in days. He hadn’t put up a fight when it was time to return to Conroe. It was like we had turned a corner and we were on track to have a good relationship.I was thrilled with the progress. It made me even more confident I was doing the right thing by choosing to focus on him instead of dating. I was still tossing around the idea of going back to school. I had been studying the catalog of classes and was confident I could pick up a couple and still have plenty of time to devote to Olin.He’d been chatting with some kids from school and seemed to be a little happier. He wasn’t a barrel of sunshine and rainbows, but I never expected him to be that way. Angst was part of a teenager’s life. If he was too happy, I’d worry he was on drugs.I picked up the dirty dishes from his late-night snack and carried them into the kitchen, stuffing them in the dishwasher before going into th

Leila I parked my car in the relatively empty lot reserved for faculty of the university. I wanted to grab a couple of things and make sure I was ready for the start of a new semester. I was a planner and an organizer, and I always made notes throughout the semester about what I could do a little different to make my class even better. I had reviewed the comment sheets that had been submitted by a few of the students from the first semester. Some of them felt like I was giving them too much information to digest. I wanted to find a way to make it easier for them to remember. I wanted everyone to love my class. Each semester was a chance for me to try again. I loved the first day. It was always exciting for me. It was always a challenge setting the tone for a new semester. It was like getting a New Year’s Day twice a year. I loved seeing the new faces and wondering who was going to be the star of the class. Hands down, Christopher had taken that title for the last class. I was goin

ChristopherLeila grinned. “I’d be happy to let you buy me a drink. I think we’re safe here. This doesn’t exactly seem like a college kid hangout.”I scanned the half-full bar and had to agree. It was mostly an older, more mature crowd. People like me, that had every intention of being home in bed by ten.“Then that’s a good thing. What’ll you have?”“Long Island,” she announced proudly.“Stout drink,” I commented.The bartender left to make the drink. “I don’t get out very often. I want to live it up.”“All right then, I can get on board with that.”After the bartender gave Leila her drink, we clinked our glasses together and both took long drinks. “What did you do for Christmas?” she asked.“I went back to Minnesota.”“What? Really?”I nodded. “Yep. I wanted to see some snow. I saw it and then I hopped on a plane and came right back.”“Do you have family there?”I shook my head. “No. I have a house there.”“Oh, wow.”I ordered myself another drink. “You?”“I stayed home and then wen

LeilaI smiled, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “Here this is. Take it. Take it all.”He jerked once, then again, thrusting so hard I slid across the bed several inches. I cried out, holding onto his shoulders as his body rocked hard and deep inside me. I felt uninhibited, giving in to my body’s demands. I groaned and shouted and completely lost myself in what he was doing to my body.“Yes,” he shouted when my body erupted into flames around him.I had closed my eyes, sailing away on the orgasm that washed me out to sea. “Yes,” I repeated, drawing out the word.He kept moving, his stamina remarkable for a man of his age. I held on tight, ready to go along for the ride. I arched up, taking him in deeper. His jaw was set in a hard line as he chased the orgasm. I pushed against his chest hard, nearly throwing him off the bed.He looked at me with shock. “Leila?”“Roll onto your back,” I barked.His surprise was replaced with obvious lust. He did as I ordered, dropping onto his back an

ChristopherWhen I returned to the kitchen, Leila was out on the patio, cupping both hands around the cup. I smiled at the scene. I imagined I looked the exact same way every morning. The warmth of the cup went a long way to warding off the chill of the morning. I opened the door and joined her inhaling the fresh air.“It is so nice out here,” she said with a reverent tone. “I love this view.”I nodded. “I agree. I love it out here in the morning. I usually get up early just so I can be out here and watch the sunrise. I could never do this in Minnesota.”She laughed. “I imagine you would freeze within minutes.”“Seconds,” I quipped. “Hell, the coffee would freeze before I could get it down.”She looked me up and down. “You got dressed fast. I’m ready when you are,” she said.I opened the door and gestured for her to go in first. We left our cups on the counter and headed out the door to my truck.“I think I should tell you a little more about me,” I started after we got in the truck a