Page 24 of My Turn Petal
I immediately dismiss the unnecessary apology, “It’s completely fine. How was school today?”
“Slightly chaotic, I have a few students who have a tough time focusing during class so I had to make them focus by making a show with music and dancing, but the other teachers didn’t like that.”
“Maybe they should take notes,” I toss a few pieces of popcorn into my mouth, “Education should be flexible that’s what a lot of people don’t understand. There are so many students but the system never changed, not really, for decades. It’s a shame. Teachers like you are rare and I bet your students know that.”
“Exactly!” He comments. “There is so much we can do for every student, it’s only a matter of being creative and speaking in their language.”
I grin at him while running my high school days in my head. They weren’t the best days, not the worst either. They were just disheartening.
“This tastes like a victory to me,” Theo announces as he shoves another mouthful down his throat.
Different venues are behind us along with casinos and hotels that stretch in every corner.
“Did you skip lunch again?”
The flashy shopping venues across the boardwalk are one of the main points for tourists in New Jersey and it’s probably the reason why the streets are packed with people. Especially as we near Christmas.
“Exams are coming up and I want all my students to succeed, so I asked the few ones who struggle to stay after school hours for an extra boost with me on private.” He maneuvers us throughout the crowded street. “Small groups make it easier for some to ask questions and be more assertive.”
“Sounds like you’re a great teacher who cares.”
If he was my teacher, he would’ve been a distraction.
We pass restaurants as we continue to search for a place to eat. Multicolored lights are projected from every corner and I get lost in Theo’s towering frame and dominant gate.
“Petal, are you listening to me?” I turn my attention back to him.
“Yeah…?” I smile with my mouth closed.
“Are you bored?” he stands at my front, pushing his body onto mine until our faces almost touch as I lift my chin to gaze at him. “I can change that, all you got to do is ask.”
Only I can hear his silent words and the knot in my core tightens while my pussy is dripping.
I’m not bored. I’m distracted by him and there’s a difference. He smells like he came out of the shower, fresh cologne covers his skin, and his hair is slightly damp.
“You didn’t come from school,” I state. “You’re freshly showered, you smell amazing, these are new clothes and not ones you wore all day, Mr. Roberts.”
“Or maybe I’m just super clean,” he smirks, “And I take clothes and cologne with me to school, just in case.”
“Perhaps,” I run my hand over his forearm, “Or you had a different plan. Please don’t feel obligated to take me out. I know some days your schedule is exhausting.”
“Petal,” he puts his large palms on the side of my shoulders, “I want to be here and I just needed to fix something at home, that’s all.”
“But you promise you will tell me when it doesn’t work for you.”
“Scout’s honor,” he chuckles.
I snort a laugh, “You weren’t a scout.”
“No,” his fingers travel to my chin and tilt my face higher, “Not a scout, but I’m always at your service.”
I swallow hard. “Really.”
He wraps his hand around my jaw and uses his forefinger to caress my cheek, “Can I steal your thoughts?”
“You just did.”
His breath fans my face and my clit is pulsing for him while my fingers play with the ham of his shirt.
