“Oh my God!” he growled while his whole body relaxed back into the chair and he released my hair.
I sat back on my haunches, my breasts trembling as I tried to catch my breath. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as his eyes again met mine.
“Fuck, I’m sorry for gagging you like that gorgeous girl,” he murmured and offered his hand to help me up and into his lap.
“I made you lose control,” I said grinning and waving off his apology.
“That you did,” he agreed before kissing me softly on the mouth. We kissed and cuddled with me naked on his lap for several minutes until we were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.
“Your dad,” Scott asked, one eyebrow raised.
“You bet,” I responded, finding my backpack and digging out my phone.
“Hey dad.”
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“I’m still on campus.”
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“I guess I lost track of time.”
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“Did you know Scott is my Music professor?”
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“I don’t think it was funny at all.” I said and made a face at Scott who just grinned at me.
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“I nearly had a coronary when I saw him at the front of the class.”
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“I can ride in the dark.”
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“I promise I’ll be careful.”
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“See you in a bit.”
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“Love you, too.”
I gathered up my bikini and started putting it on, Scott helped by tying the bottoms while I did the top.
“I can drive you home,” Scott said as he handed me my bib shorts.
“I have my bike,” I said, shaking my head while I pulled my bib shorts up and fastened them.
I suddenly noticed that Scott was staring at me with a goofy grin on his face.
“What?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.
“You… ha!” he couldn’t seem to speak and was bent over with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, perplexed.
He didn’t say anything but instead started whistling an ’80s pop song which caused an annoyed groan to escape from my lips. He just laughed all the harder.
“I’m not named after that song, you know? I’m named after my grandmother.”
“But you’re wearing overalls. Seriously. Whether it’s intentionally cute or unintentionally, it’s still damn cute.”
“Please. Never mention it again,” I said airily, pulling up to my full height with a sniff.
“Okay, okay…”
“I need to get home. Daddy’s worried.”
“I have my truck. We’ll put your bike in the back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, baby. Give me a minute and we can go.”
He packed his lute in its case while I stuffed the paper handouts he’d given me into my backpack and slung it across my back, my helmet in one hand.
“Come on, Eileen. Let’s get you home,” he said, offering me his arm and completely failing to suppress a snort.
“Keep it up and you’ll never get another shot at my pussy,” I said, trying to glare but having trouble hiding my grin.
“Even you wouldn’t be that mean.”
***
Scott got us home in a matter of minutes. We held hands and every time we came to a stop, he’d kiss my fingers or my palm or the back of my hand. He parked in his driveway and lifted my bike out of the bed of his truck. He walked with me to the front door where daddy had left the porch light on. I felt him lean towards me and then draw away as daddy opened the front door.