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“Dressed up? It’s Burlington. People around here are down to earth.” A vision of Lauren in a pretty dress flashes through my mind, but I crush it.

“Dress flannels, then,” says Noah. “I’m wearing a jacket.”

“A jacket? Noah, you’re going to be seriously overdressed.”

He only laughs. “Hey, I wear suits to hockey games. What could be more overdressed than that?”

But now I’m really curious. “Tell me what restaurant we’re going to.”

“It’s a surprise,” he insists.

I put my arms around him and squeeze his butt. Noah’s ass is large, muscular, and amazing.Thank you, hockey. “What if I did something nice for you? Would you tell me then?”

Noah kisses me. Wow, I missed this so much. His mouth is hot in contrast to the chilly air.

“How nice?” he asks.

In answer, I drop to my knees and unbutton his coveralls. I rub his half-erect cock through his long underwear, and it rises to attention.

“Zoooee,” he moans. “Are you sure about this?”

“You don’t want it?” I manage to take out his cock and blow warm air onto it.

“Of course I do, but…” He stops talking when I touch my tongue to him. Slowly, I envelop his cock into my mouth. Noah’s entire body trembles, and I relish this feeling of power. To reduce cool, in-control Noah to a mess of need, like he does to me.

Blowing him is fun because I really like Noah’s cock. I like its shape and solidity and all the nice things it’s done to me. I take him as deeply in my mouth as I can. I suck and slurp and taste his salty flesh.

Noah is swearing and groaning. I’m squeezing his fine ass again and pushing him closer and deeper. When my fingertips slip into the deep cleavage of his ass, Noah makes an incoherent noise and comes hard. I swallow.

“Fuuuuck,” he mutters. His cock releases from my mouth with a sad plop. Noah dresses himself with shaky hands.

I hug him. “So where are we going for dinner?”

“Jesus. Give me a second to recover. I don’t even know my own name right now.” He sits down on a milking stool. I sit down beside him and hold his hand.

“I can’t believe this. On one hand, I’m disappointed that I don’t get to surprise you. But on the other, if this is what’s going to happen, I may keep more secrets from you,” he says.

I’m good with both options.

“Okay, it’s The Squash Flower. Remember that world class restaurant you told me about on the first day? The one we argued about and then you threw me out of the car?”

At first, I think he’s kidding. It’s a lovely restaurant that prides itself on the kind of farm-to-table menu that I’m a huge proponent of. I’ve always wanted to go, but a meal there will be over $100 even if we don’t have drinks.

“Noah, we can’t go there. It’s way too expensive.”

He sighs. “That’s the other part of the surprise. When I went to my bank account to pay this semester’s tuition, I found, well, a lot of money.”

“A lot of money? You can’t spend it. What if it’s a bank error?”

Noah snorts. “This isn’t a game of Monopoly. I did some calculations and figured that not only did my dad start paying my living allowance again, he paid it retroactively since September.”

I wonder how much money he means. Rich people have a way of downplaying their money, so when Noah says “a lot” it’s an amount I can’t even imagine.

Noah continues, “I called my dad. I told him I didn’t need the extra money. And here’s the great part: he’s really happy that I’m able to manage on my own, but he wants to honor his promise to support me through school. He said the money has no strings attached, and he’s not going to try to influence my decisions.”

Life’s unfairness hits me again. “You should pay back the bursary.”

“Yeah. I already talked to Coach Keller. He’s looking into it. If I can’t pay it back, I’ll make a donation to the Moo U hockey program instead.”

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