Jake wanted to reach for her, slip between her legs, grind his erection into that inviting spot between her offered thighs . . . . “So, when’s the last time you actually saw Tom,” he heard himself say.
“God!,” she barked out, swinging her legs together and jumping off the couch. “Why are you so obsessed with him?” She angrily got up and switched off the TV. “I don’t know,” he mumbled “I just don’t feel comfortable .. ”
“You certainly feel comfortable grabbing my ass!” She cut in. “All you’ve been doing is trying to get into my pants and now you’re complaining about my EX boyfriend? If you must know I saw him last night! And no, I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you’re wondering!”
Jake was taken aback by her outburst and just stared as she continued shouting. “God, I thought we were having fun, and now you want to ruin it by getting all jealous! I guess not sleeping with you was right, Tom said you sounded creepy!” Jake again found himself at a loss for words and started wishing he could just disappear wondering how he ever got himself in a situation with someone like this.
Suddenly Laura’s face softened and she approached Jake taking his hand. “Look, I know what you want and how difficult it must be for you. And I like you Jake, I really do. But sometimes you just have to take things as they come and stop asking so many questions.”
“Why don’t you call me next week, OK? Maybe when you’ve thought things out a bit you’ll feel better and we can pretend tonight never happened, OK?”
Jake shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing!” He couldn’t believe her attitude and was embarrassed to have someone talk to him like this.
“Thanks Jake, it’s OK, I understand.” She smiled warmly at him as he picked his keys off the table and made for the door. “I’ll talk to you soon!”
So now he was back in his apartment, cursing Laura for being such a bitch, but angry at himself, wondering if some of the things she said were true. Was he blinded by her sexuality? Was his motivation for going out with her purely sexual? He’s like to think not, but looking back he wasn’t entirely sure . . .
Over the next few weeks, Jake only spoke with Laura twice, both times she called asking if he wanted to take her out, and both times Jake made some excuse. He knew he should just tell her off, but wondered just how well that would go anyway.
His sessions with Becky were the same as always, although it seemed that they would talk a little more each week about their personal lives. Becky never asked Jake about the girl he had spoken of weeks before, but often asked about his family, his career changes and his hobbies. Jake found out more about Becky’s father and she told him how hard it had been on her those years before they moved. It got to the point when Jake actually looked forward to his weekend tutoring sessions, if for no other reason than to have a little chat with Becky and discuss movies or the latest television shows.
But his thinking took a dramatic turn that mid-June day while they were preparing for her Junior year finals. As he was driving up to her house, he waved at Mrs. Harper driving away. As he walked to the door, Becky was just opening it and she smiled as she asked him if he wanted a drink.