"Dan's POV
I had been a bit nervous about how things were going to go for Sydney and I once we were faced with reality which was my Monday afternoon lecture.
After spending so much time alone with her over the weekend I wasn't sure how I was going to handle seeing her in class where I couldn't touch her, let alone speak to her like I wanted to.
It was hard to keep my feelings in check but surprisingly, I was capable of doing so and so was she.
She got there early, sat in her usual seat in the front row, and we went on with our usual banter before and during class.
Honestly, I had been a bit paranoid that someone would just know, you know? Like they could see how I felt for her in my eyes, or just knew the things I was thinking about her. But it was just that; paranoia.
No one who didn't need to know, knew, and, so long as we were careful, no one would find out.
Also, can I just mention how much torture it is to look at her and have to hold back what I want to say and do and put on this show that she's just some unfortunate student who ended up being stuck in my Philosophy class?
It really fucking sucked.
What made it worse was our schedules being so different. I worked days, which made it impossible to see her outside of class unless she stopped by my office, which she had done every day since my confession to her last week. But twenty minutes alone with her here and there wasn't enough.
Of course we couldn't see each other at night because she worked until about the time that I would be waking up to start my day.
I really did not like her job. At all.
The only real time we would get to spend together would be on the weekends and I knew that, but I still felt like it wasn't enough.
I never got enough of her. Honestly, even if she didn't work nights and we spent every evening together, I still don't think I would ever get enough of her.
I had a thirst for her that could not be satiated.
Luckily, Tuesday came and went and it was Wednesday which meant two things. I would get to see Sydney in class and then I would get to see her again before she had to go to her dance class.
As bad as the whole schedule conflict thing was, I think it drove my attraction towards her. I appreciated the little time we did get to spend together and it always left me wanting more.
She left me wanting more in general.
After collecting my things from my office I headed for the lecture room and I wasn't surprised at all to see her sitting in her usual spot with her notebook open in front of her, sipping coffee from the massive mug I'd gotten her when I peeked through the window at her.
I opened the door and smirked at her when she turned to look over at me.
There was no one else in the room, which doesn't really justify my course of action, because someone could have easily walked in or looked in through the window.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Knight," I said as I stalked towards her desk, I lifted her chin up and pressed a kiss against her lips, lingering there before pulling away. "I missed you."
"Mmm, I missed you more," she replied gazing up at me. "You smell like walking sex, just so you know." She informed me of this while sitting up a bit straighter and crossing her legs. "You should be careful with that. Some random student might grope you or something."
"If only I could be so lucky," I smirked, scooting her notebook over so I could sit down on top of her desk. This was pretty normal behavior, so if a student or even a faculty member happened to walk in on it, I doubt they would think much about it. I leaned over and sat my things down on the desk beside me and turned back to her. "I really appreciate being able to see you for an hour each day like this, but it is absolute torture," I said quietly while putting my hand on top of hers.
"I know," she sighed while looking down at my hand on top of hers and then up at me. "I wish that I could do something about it but right now it's totally not possible unless you plan on buying the club any time soon."
"Have you thought about maybe finding something else to do?"
Oh Jesus, Dan, why would you even ask that?
Oh, that's right, because you hate her job.
But still.
"Every single day," she answered, looking defeated. "But nothing pays as well as my job, sadly. I just wish it were something I could be a bit more proud of. I love dancing but I prefer to not have my boobs out and my nipples covered with bedazzled stickers."
I sighed and picked her hand up off of the desk. I honestly didn't know what to say back to any of that. I was kind of afraid that anything I had to say about what she did would offend her because nothing I had to say was even remotely encouraging. I did not approve and I never would.
I had finally come up with something half assed decent to say but I was stopped before I could start when I noticed a bruise on her wrist. I lifted her hand up further and turned it over. "What happened?" I asked without looking up from what looked like fingerprint-like bruises that wrapped around her wrist. "Who did this?" I finally looked up at her.
Her eyes got wide when she looked at her wrist like she hadn't noticed the bruises before. "Shit," she mumbled, pulling her hand from me and looking at it. "Oh, um." She looked up at me while rubbing the bruises. "In dance class we had to do this lift thing kinda like in Dirty Dancing and the dude fucked up and almost dropped me. He grabbed me so I wouldn't hit the floor so I guess he grabbed a little too tight."
"Oh," I was literally on the verge of getting ready to beat someone senseless until I heard her explanation. "Well he needs to watch what he's doing next time," I said as I picked her hand up again and then kissed the bruises on the back of her wrist. "Is there any other part of you that needs to be kissed better?"
She dragged the tip of her tongue along her top lip which I'm sure she did just to torture me. "Yes but I doubt that it would be a good thing for anyone to walk in and see that part of my body exposed with your amazing lips on it."
Seriously? Seriously?
Ugh.
How was I supposed to stand in front of my class without my dick trying to fight its way out of my bloody trousers?
"You'd be surprised what would be good for certain people to walk in on," I smirked at her as I leaned in and brushed my lips against her ear. "Like you bent over this desk with your pretty little dress pulled up and me behind you," I whispered before moving my lips to the side of her neck and gently biting it.
Woah, Dan. Calm those fucking tits of yours.
Just as my teeth touched her skin, I felt her hand slide across my thigh until her fingers came in contact with the shaft of my dick over my pants. I heard a little moan of approval leave her lips as she rubbed her hand down the length of it slowly. "Or perhaps you sitting on your chair with me straddling you and bouncing on your cock," she whispered.
Oh fuck.
I could feel my dick getting harder and the grip I had on her hand tightened just as my lips moved to her shoulder, where I began to kiss it.
Dan.
Hey Dan.
Daniel.
Daniel James Howell.
YO, DAN. PIPE THE FUCK DOWN.
I don't know what I was thinking. Why was I allowing this to happen? We were in a fucking classroom that someone could walk into at any given second.
Hi, I'm a red flag. Nice to meet you.
Actually, knowing that made it even more hot...
"You have no idea what you do to me, Ms. Knight," I whispered, my lips against her neck again. I licked her soft skin before sucking it into my mouth and tugging at it as I pulled away to look at her again.
I leaned in and without any hesitation whatsoever, I started to kiss her.
I mean, really kiss her. My tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth and I slid my hand off of hers and onto her lap, not waiting a second to move it between her legs and press my fingertips against the fabric of her dress.
I heard her moan into our kiss and felt her legs part a bit further as she pushed her hips up towards my touch. Her hand started to move against my dick, rubbing it and of course paying more attention to the head of it just to make it even worse. Or better. I'm not sure.
Her teeth tugged at my bottom lip as she broke the kiss and she pulled back a bit to look up at me. "You know how I always joke about not wearing panties?" she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm not joking this time."
War.
This. Was. War.
I leaned in against her and started kissing her fervently, my hand pushing the fabric of her dress up until it was at her hips and I slipped my fingers between her legs, pressing them against her clit. "Fuck," I practically moaned. "You're so wet," I pressed my fingertips against her clit a little harder, slowly stroking them against it.
"Dan," she moaned my name as she began moving her hips against my touch while pressing harder against my cock which was obviously very hard at that point.
"While I'm sure that Sydney's vagina is wonderful for you to explore like that, you two might want to be a bit more careful. Just thought I'd let you know!"
We both gasped and turned towards the door to see Phil's head poking in and him grinning like a damn mad man.
"I was coming to see what you wanted for lunch but apparently you've got that sorted," he continued, wiggling his eyebrows after he spoke.
I think my heart actually stopped before it started to pound adrenaline throughout my entire body.
"Fucking hell, Phil," I sighed loudly, putting my hand over my heart, which was racing.
It was only then that I actually realized that I hadn't even heard the door open. I had been that focused on what we were doing. I was thanking God that it had been Phil who walked in and not anyone else.
"How about a fucking Xanax with a side of wine?" I shook my head at him. My hands were shaking, that's how badly he had scared me. Any type of arousal I had was completely gone now.
"Well, that will dry up your vagina in 2 seconds," Sydney said as she attempted to get her dress back in place.
"So glad that I could help," Phil winked at us and he looked like he wanted to laugh so badly. "I can't wait to tell Brighton about this."
I really didn't want to laugh because the entire thing had been terrifying and seeing Phil looking all proud like that was annoying in the older brotherly sense, but I couldn't help myself. "Yeah, thanks for everything. I'm sure she'll find it just as amusing as you," I rolled my eyes. "Better you than the dean, though, yeah? Also, I want Chinese."
"I'm just glad I didn't call you Professor Howell like I wanted to in the middle of that. Phil might have walked into an entirely different situation if I had," Sydney said as she leaned back and sipped her coffee like what just happened wasn't a big deal at all.
"Okay, class is about to start so I'm going to head back to my room. You two try not to re-enact any porns while I'm gone," Phil said as he walked out the door.
"Well I think I've learned my lesson," I laughed and glanced down at Sydney. "That could have been a horrible, horrible situation had-" I stopped myself and shook my head and let out a sigh. "Whatever. Please, for the love of my penis, start wearing panties to class."
"Babe, it's not my fault! I didn't want to have panty lines. I wasn't thinking about your long fingers bringing me extreme pleasure before class for once," she replied.
Babe? Did she just call me babe?
"Babe?" I repeated her, grinning. "Lies. It's all lies," I leaned in and pecked her lips quickly before pulling away. "Okay, no more kisses, inappropriate touching, or babes until after class," I told her as I ran my hands over my pants.
"Okay baby," she replied, grinning like mad because she was obviously proud of defying me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, Professor Howell. I'll do whatever you want."
"I actually think it'd probably be better for you to just call me babe," I laughed. There was something about the way she called me professor Howell that made my penis want to come out and play.
I heard the door opening and looked towards it to see that little fucker Scott walking in with his backpack hanging off of one shoulder.
It's 2013. Who the fuck does that?
"Good afternoon, Howell," he smirked at me as he walked towards Sydney's desk, which I was still sitting on.
Howell? What a fucking turnip.
"Not anymore," I responded with a sarcastic smile as I moved to stand up from Sydney's desk but sat right the fuck back down when I noticed that he slipped into the one on her left. "That's a nice quiff you've got there," I gestured towards him.
"What?" he looked down at himself and I rolled my eyes.
Such an idiot.
"Your hair," I said as I gave myself a quiff. "It's called a quiff."
"Oh," he laughed. "I thought you said queef."
"It's about as nice as a queef," I responded as I started to picked my things up off of the desk on my other side.
I'm not sure if she tried to control it or not but a loud sort of cackle laugh left Sydney's mouth before she covered it to quiet herself. "Sorry," she managed to say without laughing anymore and then cleared her throat to compose herself.
"Hey, Professor Howell. Do you know of any great philosophers who wrote stuff about bumpin' uglies with people?" Sydney asked me.
"Ron Jeremy," I looked over at her once I had all of my things together. "Oh, you said philosophers. I thought you said porn-stars. Easily mistaken when all you talk about is sex though, yeah?"
"Yeah. I can quote him though. I believe he once said suck my cock. That's a beautiful quote. It can be used in many situations. As an insult, as an invitation, a demand." I couldn't help but notice how her voice got lower when she said the demand part.
Mr. Queef next to her cleared his throat as if he was feeling awkward.
"Sorry," she apologized to him and shrugged. "I think people should be more open about sexual things. Sex can be an incredibly beautiful thing. It doesn't have to just be about being horny or finding the hottest person to fuck. It's the closest two people can be physically. It's a great thing. Or, it can be. I personally would not know since most guys my age just try to copy what they've seen on free porn sites online."
"Oh, I completely agree," Sir Backpack-Shoulder of Queefland grinned at her. "But I have to disagree with the last bit of that. I do my own thing."
"So you masturbate?" I blurted out. "Good for you," I raised my hands and clapped them together a few times before turning my attention to Sydney. "Ms. Knight, we've had this discussion several times already and though I'm sure we'll have it many more, my classroom isn't the place to discuss or partake in sexual acts."
She raised her hand but didn't bother letting me call her name before speaking. "I masturbate. I do it a lot. In the shower, in my bed, on the couch. I did it this morning."
My poor penis and balls.
Scott, or, Sir-Queef-alot, looked absolutely mesmerized by what Sydney had just said, while I, on the other hand, pulled my best annoyed face. "Perhaps you should get yourself a boyfriend," I responded, my brows raised. "Maybe he could make you stop talking about sex so much."
"Oh, hey Sydney," Master Queef spoke up, reaching out to pat her arm. "There's this party tonight my roommate is throwing and I was wondering if you would be interested in coming."
I had to grip the papers in my hands to keep myself from coming derailed and saying something to him. Firstly for the way he was looking at her, secondly for asking her that.
"Aw, I'm sorry. I actually have to work tonight. I'm not really a partying sort of girl anyway though I'm sure I come across that way. But thanks for the offer," she replied and smiled over at him before turning her attention to her coffee cup and quickly taking a sip. She crossed her legs and under her desk I could see her hand slide up her thigh and over her lap like she was trying to remind me of what happened before Phil interrupted us. It was confirmed that that was what she was doing when I saw her eyes on me as she sipped her coffee and somehow I just knew that's what she was thinking of.
I took it upon myself to get up from her desk. Many students had already started to come in and I knew it was getting close to time for class to start. Though, as I walked away, I couldn't help but overhear Queef of the roundtable asking Sydney out to lunch.
Class went by pretty quickly. I think it was because Sydney kept the banter up between us pretty well. Honestly, with the way we acted towards each other in front of everyone people were probably convinced that we couldn't stand each other.
Though, I treated all of my students like that, so they were probably convinced that I couldn't stand any of them.
A couple of hours later I found myself in my office sifting through some papers that had come across my desk while I was out of my office.
Apparently I was going to have a TA from the graduate program working with me, but before I could read through all of the details I heard a knock on my door. I glanced at the time on my computer screen and knew that it was Sydney on the other side of the door.
"Come in," I called out, sitting the paper down on the desk. I smiled when she walked it and waited for her to close it before speaking. "Ms. Knight," I folded my hands. "What a pleasant surprise."
Apparently she was about to go to her dance class because she was only wearing some kind of sports bra and a pair of yoga pants. "Hello Professor Howell," she greeted me as she walked over to my desk and sat her bag down on one of the chairs. "I just wanted to come by and tell you how much I enjoyed your class today," she said as she walked around the desk and over to my chair. "I think it's important to show my Professor just how much I enjoy his," she cleared her throat, "intelligence."
I reached out and grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my lap so that she was straddling it. "Mmm, it seems as though you're as good at stroking my ego as you are at stroking other things," I smirked, rubbing my hands up her sides as I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck.
I felt her arch her back to press her body closer to mine. "If you think I'm good at stroking your ego wait until you see at how amazing I am at sucking up," she responded as she pushed her hips forward and grinded them against mine.
Oi. Bloody hell.
I drug my palms down her sides, onto her hips, gripping them tightly and forcing them against mine as I shifted in my seat. "Congratulations," I mumbled against her neck, "I have nothing rude to say that can match that," I informed her while brushing my lips onto her shoulder. "My class is only going to get harder, though. You're in for a very rough ride."
Her fingers slipped into my hair and she started scratching my scalp lightly with her fingernails. "Lucky for you, I like a challenge and I really like it rough," she replied while also giving my hair a pull that was hard enough to tilt my head back so that I was looking up at her face. "And I really like you," she informed me before leaning in
and pressing her lips against mine.
I smiled against her lips as I kissed her and smoothed my hands up her sides again, wrapping them around her. I slid my tongue over her bottom lip, about to kiss her deeply when I heard a tap on the door. I felt Sydney's body tense up but I didn't stop what I was doing. "Go away, Phil," I mumbled. "I'm busy."
"Um... It's not Phil," I heard a female voice call out from the other side of the door and my eyes popped open. Of course I sat there like a bloody idiot, frozen like a deer looking into a set of headlights, my arms still wrapped around Sydney.
Sydney had a similar look and we just stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally scrambled to get off of my lap. I watched as she quickly moved away from me and to her bag before pulling her notebook, flipping it open and sitting down on the chair in front of my desk. "Just pretend you were going over some bullshit with me," she whispered quickly, waving her hands around like a maniac.
I nodded at her and then looked down at myself. Hello erection. There was no way I could stand to answer the door.
"Er, sorry about that," I finally responded. "The door is open, you can come in."
The door started to open and a girl walked through it. "Hi," she smiled at me then at Sydney. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything. I'm Eve Summers from the graduate education program. I've been assigned to assist your Monday, Wednesday, Friday Philosophy class."
"No, no, you didn't interrupt anything. We were just- uh, going over some notes," I shook my head. "I'm Daniel Howell," I moved to stand up so I could shake her hand then remembered that standing would be a very bad idea, so I cleared my throat instead and started to straighten my tie. "Ms. Summers, this is Ms. Knight, she's a student in the class you'll be assisting," I motioned towards Sydney.
Eve smiled at her again and extended her arm to shake Sydney's hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Knight," she released her hand and then looked at me again. "Really, if this is a bad time I can-"
"It's not," I interrupted her, shaking my head again. "Sydney and I were just finishing up."
"Right. I've got to get to class," Sydney said as she closed her notebook and stood up from her seat. I tried to force myself not to look at her body.
"You're going to class in that?" Eva asked her, an eyebrow raised as she looked her over.
I saw the urge to pop back with a smart ass remark but was shocked when Sydney spoke. "Dance class," she responded.
"Ah! That makes sense. It was lovely to meet you," she said as Sydney walked by her.
"You too," Sydney replied while walking out the door taking my boner with her.
When Eve sat down I noticed that she was wearing one of those pencil skirts that Sydney had talked about on Saturday and I couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. Luckily she didn't notice my laughter but she did notice my smile and she grinned at me as she started pulling a few papers out of her bag.
"I suppose you need me to sign those," I gestured towards the papers she was holding. "You know, I'm shocked that you're doing this with me. I just graduated myself."
"You were highly recommended," she responded as she offered the papers to me. "I hoped I would get someone younger. I usually enjoy classes taught by younger Professor because they tend to be more passionate."
"Yeah?" I asked as I picked up a pen and looked the paper over, trying to find where I was supposed to sign. "I thought the same thing when I was doing my internship," I told her as I scribbled my name across the first line I saw then looked up at her. "But there are some older professors who still really love what they do and are really excited about helping others learn. I think I got lucky in that department back in London," I chatted, offering her the papers after I'd signed all of them.
"Oh, London is wonderful," she smiled, taking the papers back from me. "I've been there several times. It's an amazing place. I wish I could have gone to school there."
"I loved it, but I imagine that it wouldn't really be worth the tuition money to study abroad," I shrugged, clicking my pen. "Plus, you're getting your education from an ivy league school. I don't think very much trumps that."
"London trumps everything, Professor Howell," she replied, laughing. "I just wanted to stop by to meet you before tomorrow so it wouldn't be as awkward. I'm looking forward to working with you."
"It's not a problem, really," I grinned, leaning forward and offering her my hand. "Hopefully it will be a good experience for you."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be," she replied as she took my hand to shake it. "Have a nice day, Professor," she said after she stood up and gathered her things to walk out the door.
"You too, Ms. Summers," I responded, leaning back in my chair as I watched her walk.
Being a man, I looked at her ass and one thought came to mind.
Buy Sydney a pencil skirt.
Phil's POV
I love my son. I really, really do love my son so much.
But when I have plans for a date with my incredible hopefully soon to be girlfriend and have plans to touch her in places I have never touched her before, I don't really want to get a phone call from his mother informing me that she needs me to come get him.
I was hitting the back of my head against the wall of the elevator as it made it's way up to the floor Oliver and his mother lived on. The apartment she stayed in was entirely too nice for someone who didn't work.
I bet you can guess who was paying for that.
Their apartment was at the end of the hall so I took the opportunity to take my phone out and text Brighton as I walked. I was letting her know that our plans had changed and that I'd be by her apartment within the hour.
I sighed loudly and just stood in front of the door for a few seconds before I finally decided to knock. Encounters with the mother of my child were not my favourite thing in the world. In fact, I think I would have rather been anally probed than deal with her but I did it because I would do anything for my son.
"It's about time," she said when she jerked open the door while putting on an earring. It was obvious that she was getting ready to go out which pissed me off because that's what I planned on doing. "He's been whining about you for two bloody days. He just picks at his food and yells at me for not making chocolate milk the way you do," she rolled her eyes as she glared at me, one hand on her hip like she was my mother chastising me for something.
"And who the fuck is this Brighton person he keeps talking about?"
Oh shit. I had not thought about Oliver telling her about Brighton.
"Your new boyfriend? I didn't know you swung that way, Philip," she smirked.
"Girlfriend," I responded quickly and rolled my eyes at her.
"Oh," she looked shocked. "Well, she obviously spends a lot of time with my son. Who is this girl? I don't know how I feel about my kid being with some random girl you're fucking."
How the hell did I ever love this woman or feel any urge to place my penis near any part of her body?
I rubbed my hand down my face. "First of all, he's our son. Second, she's not a random girl I'm fucking. She's very nice and treats Oliver quite well. I'm not an idiot. Where is he?"
Right as I said that I heard the sound of little feet on the hardwood floors before I saw Oliver running towards me with his arms, and lion, raised in the air. "Daddy!" he squealed, jumping up and down once he got to me. I immediately picked him up and hugged him tightly. "I missed you. I didn't wanna wait to see you," he told me as he squeezed my neck as hard as he could. He pulled back to look at me. "Are we gonna hang out with Brighton?"
I glanced over at his Mum to see her glaring at us. "Yep, we are," I informed him.
She huffed as she turned around and walked into the living room before grabbing his bag and walking over to us again. "Here's his stuff," she said as she held it out towards me. "Do you want to give Mummy a kiss?" she asked Oliver as I put him back down.
"Ew. Do I have to?" he asked which nearly made me crack up laughing.
"Yes," she answered, sounding agitated. She bent down and Oliver hesitantly pecked her cheek before turning back to me and grabbing my hand.
"It's been a pleasure as always, Lucy," I said as Oliver and I turned to make our way down the hall. The only reply I got was the door slamming loudly behind us.
Oliver was practically bouncing off of the walls of the cab when I told him we were on our way to Brighton's apartment. I'm pretty sure he was way more excited to see her than me which I was okay with because I was really excited to see her as well.
The only issue was that she didn't know about Oliver coming along with us on our little date just yet. I hoped that I wasn't about to disappoint her or anything.
When we got to the door, Oliver insisted on knocking on it and then ran behind me to hide so he could pop out and surprise her.
The door opened and Brighton was standing on the threshold looking absolutely gorgeous, grinning up at me.
"Hey you," she stepped towards me and put her hands on the sides of my face and kissed my lips, pecking them a few times before pulling away. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," I grinned against her lips and kissed her back but was quickly interrupted.
I heard a little gasp and looked to see Oliver standing next to us staring up at Brighton.
"Brighton, you look beautiful!" he told her but the word beautiful sounded more like boot-a-full.
I heard another gasp, which came from Brighton as she looked down beside us. "Oliver!" she beamed then leaned down so she was closer to his level. "Your daddy didn't tell me you were coming to see me," she told him while fixing his shirt collar. "You look very handsome in this shirt, by the way," she grinned. "Would it be okay if I got a hug from you?"
I was watching her and in complete awe of her. She showed absolutely no signs of being disappointed at all. In fact, she looked excited. If I wasn't falling in love with her already, I started to right then.
"Hugs!" Oliver said before flinging himself into her arms and hugging her tightly. "You smell like cotton candy today!"
"He loves cotton candy," I informed her. "Watch out. He might try to eat your hair or something."
"That's disgusting, Daddy!" he replied sounding like he was much older than he really was.
"Maybe I'll buy you some on our date," she told him before rising back to full height. She looked at me and put her hand on Oliver's shoulder and smiled. "Thanks for dropping my date off. You can go now."
"Bye Daddy!" Oliver waved to me but the thing of it was that he was being completely serious while Brighton was joking.
"Hey now! You can't just steal her away like that," I laughed as I reached down and ruffled the top of my hair. "You two are just going to have to put up with me tonight. Are we ready to go eat?"
"Food, food, food!" Oliver chanted while bouncing around.
"If you must tag along," Brighton sighed while rolling her eyes playfully. "I need to grab my purse and keys," she said before turning and walking back inside, only to come back a few seconds later. She shut the door and locked it before reaching for Oliver's hand and looked up at me. "Are you ready Mr. Lester?"
"I've been ready all day, Ms. Kennedy," I told her as I took her other hand. It was bizarre to be walking along with a woman and my son like that. We never had that experience with his mother since we split up so long ago. I was shocked at how Oliver was so comfortable with it so quickly. He obviously really liked Brighton being around which made me love having her around even more.
I planned a romantic dinner for two at a small cafe that had a live band every night but it was going to be a dinner for 3 and I was actually excited about it. Seeing how happy Oliver was to be with us made me wish that I had full custody of him. I wished that everyday.
They seated us at the restaurant and Oliver sat between the two of us holding his own menu to 'read' the selections. He was holding it upside down which made that even more cute.
Brighton flipped hers upside down too and leaned over towards Oliver. "I don't know what this says, do you think you could help me read it?" she asked while pointing to what looked like the pasta portion of the menu.
"Yeah," he nodded and tilted his head while 'reading' it. "It says cupcakes," he informed her then turned his attention back to his own menu.
"So cute," Brighton laughed and leaned away from him, continuing to look at her upside down menu.
Of course I had to turn my menu upside down as well. "Son, I don't think that cupcakes are a great food for a meal," I informed him.
"I want basketti," he replied while laying his menu down on the table and then folding his little hands on his lap like he was a proper, grown man.
"Basketti it is," I grinned, unable to correct him because he was just too damn cute. "And what is the beautiful Brighton having this evening?"
"Cheese lasagna," she said as she looked over at me and shut her menu. "I still can't believe that you don't like cheese. Are you going to be able to kiss me after I eat it?" she asked, laughing.
I looked at her like she was completely mental. "I can't think of much that could touch your lips that would make me not want to kiss them."
"Am I supposed to kiss Brighton?" Oliver asked and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind but just try not to kiss her too much. I don't want you to steal all of her kisses."
Of course as soon as I said that he was scrambling on his chair to get on his knees before leaning over and kissing Brighton on both of her cheeks. He then turned to me with a huge grin on his face. "I got two, Daddy."
"You better be glad I love you so much." I winked at him.
Brighton leaned over and kissed Oliver's cheek before grinning at him. "Now you got three," she told him before glancing over at me then leaning towards me like she was going to kiss my cheek. "And none for Gretchen Wieners."
My mouth fell open and I stared at her in horror. "We should totally just stab Caesar," I replied before leaning in and kissing her lips. "I got the best kiss. I win."
I felt her grinning against my lips before she pecked them again and leaned back. "I got kisses from both of you, so I think I win," she told me, looking between Oliver and I.
Oliver was busy with the sheet of paper and crayons that the restaurant had provided that he wasn't paying any attention to either of us.
"Can I ask you something without you taking it the wrong way?" She asked and I nodded at her. "Why did you bring your competition with you?" she laughed, glancing down at Oliver then back at me. "Not that I mind the company, or care that you did, please don't think that," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I'm just curious because I thought that his mom had him this weekend."
"Mum was being so boring!" Oliver answered for me while looking up at her with a very agitated expression. "All she does is sit on the couch and text and talk on the phone. She never lets me watch Adventure Time and she never talks to me and she always invites people over so I have to go sit in my room. Daddy doesn't do that stuff."
"There's your answer," I sighed before picking up my glass of wine and taking a rather large sip. Hearing all of that just made me dislike her even more than I already did.
Brighton looked uncomfortable after hearing all of that and she too picked up her glass. "Sorry," she said, sounding like she thought she shouldn't have asked. She took a sip of her wine and sat her glass down on the table and cleared her throat. "That was none of my business and I shouldn't have brought it up."
I reached behind Oliver's chair and placed my hand on her arm. "You can ask whatever you want to ask. You didn't do anything wrong. I promise. He probably would've told you all that before the night was over anyway," I laughed. If anyone was going to out Oliver's Mum for who she really was, it was Oliver himself.
She let out a soft sigh before nodding at me and offering a grin. "I just don't want to overstep, you know?" She brushed her hair away from her face and glanced down at Oliver again. "If you want me to, I can come hang out with you and your Dad tonight after dinner. Maybe we can play jenga again, or one of Uncle Dan's video games."
"You have to come hang out!" He told her a little too loudly before covering his mouth and giggling. "Oops. Inside voices."
"I think he's cool with you coming over," I laughed, still blown away by the fact that he was so attached to her. He was incredibly picky about who he spent a significant amount of time around and it seemed that the only person he really wanted to spend time with was Brighton.
Like father like son.
Dinner went very well and Oliver managed not to make a huge mess of the table or himself with his basketti. After we left the restaurant we stopped by a store and Brighton surprised Oliver with a bag of cotton candy like she'd mentioned doing when we'd gone to pick her up.
When we finally got back to my apartment Oliver was so excited about being able to watch Adventure Time that playing jenga and Mario Kart had completely slipped his mind. I think Brighton might have been a little disappointed, though I'm not sure if it was because she wanted to hang out with him or if it was because she wanted to play and act like a 5 year old. She was shockingly good at that, by the way, considering how mature she acted most of the time. Last weekend she and Oliver had a contest to see who could roll on the floor from the lounge into the kitchen the fastest. It was a lot funnier to see than you would think. What was really funny about it was that it was her idea.
We were all sat on the couch together, Oliver drinking his chocolate milk and Brighton and I drinking another glass of wine.
"I love birds," Brighton said out of absolutely nowhere. "I want a parrot. Or a penguin. Well, if penguins could be pets anyways. I'd totally have one. They're so cute and they just waddle around," she rambled while moving from side to side, bumping into me then into Oliver. "What?" she looked up at me while laughing. "Haven't you ever wanted a penguin?"
"I've always been a lion kind of guy," I grinned at her. She was entirely too cute. How the hell was I supposed to be able to handle the cuteness of my own child and Brighton in the same room for long periods of time? "But penguins are definitely cute."
"I'm an owl!" Oliver announced before turning his attention back to the tv. I could tell he was very well on his way to falling asleep because he had gotten quiet and was slumping further and further down on the couch. "Where's Uncle Dan?"
"He ran way and joined the circus," I answered while I messed with his hair. "I think he's with Sydney."
"Sydney's the circus?" he asked, looking up at me. "Where was her tiger?"
"He sleeps at the zoo," Brighton answered him. "So does her elephant."
His sleepy eyes got wide. "She has an elamaphent?"
Brighton started laughing while she nodded. "Yeah and a clown. That's what your Uncle Dan is. A clown."
"Uncle Dan is a peasant," he informed her with an even sleepier smile. "Thanks for the cotton candy Mum. I mean, Brighton."
"You're very welcome, Oliver," she smiled, patting the top of his head.
"And thanks for the chocolate milk, Daddy," Oliver yawned. "And for letting me watch Adventure Time and for letting Brighton come over again."
"You're welcome, sweet boy," I replied as I leaned down to kiss the top of his head. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against my side knowing that he would drift off to sleep rather quickly. I attempted to pay attention to the tv but I couldn't stop thinking about how he slipped up and called Brighton Mum. It was rather sad to me that his real Mum wasn't at all like Brighton. He deserved someone like her.
Maybe there was a reason that I grew so attached to her so quickly and my son followed suit. It was so early on, I couldn't really think of things so intensely but I had to wonder what exactly all of that meant for us. I could easily see a future with Brighton. She was everything I wanted and needed and more. The way she got along with Oliver was a huge plus.
About 15 minutes after I pulled him against me, Oliver was passed out. I managed to pick him up and get him to his bed without him waking. He had to have been tired because he usually woke up as soon as I moved to pick him up.
After getting him settled in bed I walked back into the living room and smiled when I saw Brighton sitting there completely lost in the episode of Adventure Time that was still playing.
"I finally have you all to myself," I told her as I sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Tonight has been amazing. Thank you for being so understanding. I know it was supposed to just be the two of us."
She leaned forward to sit her glass down on the table before cuddling a little closer to me. "It's really not a big deal," she smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth. "I really do like spending time with him as much as I like spending time with you. He can come on all of our dates," she said then started to giggle. "All of our. Oliver. Maybe that's some sort of sign."
"You continue to amaze me," I told her as I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. She tasted like wine and a certain sweetness I'd only ever tasted on her lips. It was incredibly addictive. "You're so beautiful," I sighed as I studied her face. "I mean, you're gorgeous. Truly, you are. But the kind of woman you are makes you even more gorgeous. I feel very lucky to be the man you want to spend so much time with." I glanced towards the hall and grinned. "Well, one of the men."
"You know, I still can't believe that someone like you actually exists," she told me, her voice a little softer than before. "You make all of this so easy for me.. We've never really talked about relationships and dating and stuff but I've never been able to be so open with someone, you know? It's like this is the most natural thing in the world," she motioned between us, "like breathing or something." She let out a little laugh while shaking her head. "I feel like I'm the lucky one though, really," she cupped the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me.
Of course I returned the kiss without hesitation and probably with a little bit more enthusiasm than she expected. I couldn't stop myself. I always felt the need to be as close to her as possible.
Thinking over what we had just said to each other, I realized something and pulled back to look down at her. "Brighton, would you like to be my girlfriend?" I asked, grinning down at her as I rubbed my thumb over her cheek.
She got the cutest grin on her face that showed her dimples and her cheeks started to turn a little red. I'm pretty sure I had surprised her with that question but she definitely looked happy about it. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Philip," she responded using my accent before brushing her lips against mine to give me a kiss. She lingered there for a few seconds before pulling back a little. She started to giggle a bit and moved her hand to her mouth. "Sorry, but that was so cute. The only way that could have been any more adorable would have been you writing a note asking me to check yes or no."
I laughed too because I actually would have done something like the note had I thought of it instead of blurting the question out. "Well, I wanted to make it official. I want to be able to say you're my girlfriend and not be in that awkward in between stage where you don't know what to call the person you've been thinking and/or talking about obsessively like a weirdo for weeks."
"Are you saying you think and or talk about me obsessively?" She asked, laughing. "Poor Dan," she brushed away the hair that was covering my eye. "It's okay though, because I was wondering what I should call you when I obsessively talk about you."
"You could just tell people that I'm yours." I took advantage of our alone time and kissed her again. I was fairly certain that I couldn't possibly kiss her enough. I smoothed my hand down her back and slowly over her ass before pulling her towards me so that she would be on my lap. Our kiss had gotten quite intense at that point and I was feeling the urge to be closer to her more and more.
"Are you staying the night?" I asked as I trailed my kisses from her lips down to her neck. She smelled so good and felt so good.
I was already feeling like I was about to have some self control issues.
"It depends," she started, her fingers curling against my hair as she ran them through it. "Are you going to keep kissing me like that if I do?"
"Yes but your clothes will most likely be on my bedroom floor," I mumbled against her neck while pulling her body closer to mine.
"Mmmm. Does that mean I'll get to wear you?" She asked while smoothing one of her hands down my chest, playing with the button at the top of my shirt.
"I think we get to wear each other," I replied as I pulled back so I could look at her face. "Ready for bed?"
Brighton grinned and dipped in towards me while unbuttoning the second one on my shirt. "Ready for you," she whispered against my lips before kissing them.
"Bed. Now." I mumbled against her lips before grabbing her around the waist and standing up, holding her with her legs wrapped around me. I managed to navigate down the hallway without running us both into any walls before I got into my bedroom, kicked the door closed behind us, and carried her over to the bed.
I laid her down and hovered over her before I began kissing along her collar bone, slipping the strap of her dress off of her shoulder as I continued kissing her.
I propped myself up with my hand next to her head so that I could look down at her as my right hand trailed over her body, cupping her breast just to get a feel of it before I moved my hand down her stomach. Her dress stopped at the middle of her thigh so it didn't take long for me to find the smooth skin of her leg. I pushed the dress up a bit before I slid my hand slowly up her upper thigh, my eyes locked on hers as I moved it.
"Remember that night in the bar? This is what I wish I could have been doing," I told her as my fingertips came into contact with the lace of her panties which I immediately noticed were quite damp already. There suddenly became less room in the front of my trousers because of that.
I pushed my fingertips beneath the lace only to be met with smooth, warm, wet flesh which literally sent a shiver over my entire body. "You're soaked," I told her, grinning as I teased her by sliding my fingertips up and down her slit.
I imagined touching her like this so many times. I wanted to watch her reactions to everything I was doing. I wanted to feel her body respond to my touch and I was finally getting that.
My fingertips found her swollen clit and I leaned down and kissed her lips quickly as I began rubbing slow circles around it. Her eyes were locked on mine and her fell open as soft moans began filling my room. Her hips pushed up towards my touch and I could feel her becoming more and more wet as I touched her.
Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled my hand out of her panties before bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting her.
Holy fuck. That was it. The slow stuff was over with.
"You taste entirely too amazing, Ms. Kennedy," I informed her as I began shifting down further on the bed until I was kneeling between her legs. I pushed her dress up so that it was bunched up around her hips before I grabbed the sides of her panties and slipped them down and off of her.
I didn't give her any warning before I pushed her legs further apart and leaned in to drag my tongue along her slit, letting the tip of my tongue press down on her clit when I made my way back up. My eyes were still on her and the shock plus the look of pleasure on her face was enough to make me want to start humping the fucking mattress.
I began sucking her clit hard while flicking my tongue over it as I moved my hand to her pussy and slipped two fingers inside of her.
Of course she was even tighter than I could have imagined and just feeling her walls around my fingers made me moan. I slid my fingers deeper inside of her until I heard her gasp so I knew I hit the spot.
I curled my fingers upwards and began moving them inside of her while my tongue continued to flick over her clit quickly. Her hands were in my hair and she was pulling it quite hard but I didn't care. Even if it hurt I wasn't feeling any pain right then. Nothing could possibly distract me from pushing this gorgeous woman I had beneath me to orgasm.
"Brightoooooooooon!"
Except for that.
We both froze except for Brighton's hard breathing and stared at each other wide eyed. "Brighton!" We heard Oliver yell and it was obvious that he was crying.
I very reluctantly pulled back from her and straightened her dress out giving her an apologetic look. "I swear, my luck is just horrible," I laughed, shaking my head as I rubbed my hand down my face. "I'll go see what's wrong."
I attempted to adjust myself as I made my way out of the room and down the hall. No one's child should ever see something like that.
When I walked into his room I could hear him sniffling and see him sitting up on his bed clinging to his lion. "I wanted Brighton!" he whined, a fresh batch of tears rolling down his little cheeks.
I have to admit, I was a little jealous. My own child shunned me for my girlfriend while he was upset.
"What's the matter?" I asked, kneeling next to his bed. He shook his head and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his cheeks while giving me a defiant sort of expression.
"Where is she, Daddy? Did Brighton go away?" he asked, sounding so pitiful it nearly made me want to cry.
"No, I'll go get her," I told him as I stood up again. I leaned over and kissed the top of his head before walking out and back into my room.
"I don't know what is going on but he wants nothing to do with me. He wants Bwighton," I told her, imitating the way he said her name.
She was still laying on my bed trying to collect herself and was obviously shocked by what I told her. "What?" she sat up on her elbows looking confused. "Really?" The confusion faded into a look of awe.
She didn't hesitate to stand up and laughed when she nearly fell over. "You have my legs shaking and we barely even got started," she informed me, using my shoulders to steady herself. She pressed a kiss against my lips before pulling away. "I'll be back after I check on my other boyfriend," she grinned and flipped the ends of her hair back.
"Very funny," I replied, laughing at her as I followed behind her. I stood outside the door in the hallway to listen to their conversation once she walked in.
"Brighton!" I heard Oliver cry out and then sniffle loudly. "I had a nightmare. I don't want to sleep alone. Me and lion are scared."
"Shhh," she knelt down in front of him. "It's okay, I'm here buddy," she put her arms around him and pulled him against her, hugging him. "You don't have to sleep alone," she told him, picking him up from his bed as she stood back up. "You can sleep with me and your Daddy."
My first thought: Holy shit. She is so amazing for being this way with my son.
My second thought: Dammit. My penis is so sad now.
"I can sleep in the middle?" he asked while giving her his puppy dog eyes as powerfully as possible. "Lion can sleep with us?"
"Of course you can sleep in the middle. That way me and your Daddy can both protect you and lion from the bad dreams," she responded, pressing a kiss against Oliver's cheek while turning to walk out with him on her hip.
I smiled at her as she walked towards me. "You look pretty good with my kid on your hip, you know?" I told her while following behind them to my room.
"Cause she's Brighton and she's beautiful!" Oliver informed me, now sounding much happier than he had before.
"You are very correct about that, son." I walked over to my wardrobe or closet as it was called in America and picked out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants for Brighton.
"Here you go, beautiful Brighton," I said as I walked over to her holding them out.
"Thanks, Amazing Phil," she grinned while taking them from me. "Can Daddy hold you while I go change?" She asked, looking at Oliver. He sighed but nodded at her before reaching out for me.
"Hey now. I'm starting to get a bit sad about these disappointed reactions towards me," I told him as I held him close to me. "I feel no love."
He gasped and pulled back to look at me, letting go of his lion to grab my face. "Daddy! I love you forever and ever and ever. I promise."
I think my heart pretty much melted.
"But Brighton is pretty and smells good and she's a girl and I like girls."
I laughed. "Yeah, I do too. Especially her."
"Daddy, are you gonna marry her?" he asked while simultaneously reaching over sideways for Lion, who was still on the floor. "You expeshally like her. If you marry her you can love her forever and ever and ever and then she could live with us all the time and have her own bed."
I froze.
Honestly, I thought about whether he would end up asking me a question like that. I explained marriage and whatnot to him in the best way I could for a 4 year old a few months earlier but at that time I had no idea I would meet a girl that I would actually have around him often.
"Um," I managed to finally speak. "Well, when you decide to marry someone it's after you've been with them for a bit longer than I've been with Brighton. But for now she will still come over to see us and I don't mind sharing my bed with her. It's big enough."
I wondered if Brighton could hear all of this from where she was getting dressed in my pajamas.
"Daddy," Oliver looked at me and sighed. "I don't want it to be like you and Mummy," he told me looking pitiful. "If you don't love her forever and ever she won't come over anymore," he shook his head. "Mummy never comes to see you so if you don't marry Brighton she won't either and me and Lion won't get to see her until she comes and picks me up from Mum's."
Wow. My child was like the king of pulling at your heart strings and making you speechless.
"Listen, buddy," I sighed. "Your Mum is much different from Brighton and sometimes two people just cannot get along. Me and your Mum tried very hard to but we couldn't. Brighton and I do get along. We fit well. We never fight. Things are very different with her and I so you shouldn't worry over her not being around right now, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded.
I'm not sure how much of that Brighton heard but she came in as Oliver was agreeing not to worry about anything. She sat her folded dress down on my dresser before walking over to where we were standing.
She picked Lion up from the ground and handed him to Oliver, smiling. "Are you and Lion ready for bed?"
He nodded and reached out for Brighton, who took him and walked around the bed with him to lay him down before she crawled across it to lay on his other side.
I stood up and slipped off my clothes before putting on a pair of pajamas I grabbed for myself when I got some for Brighton and crawled into bed with them.
Oliver was already falling asleep at that point which didn't shock me. He was curled up against Brighton's side and hanging on to her shirt with the hand that wasn't latched onto his lion.
I reached over and turned the light off before cuddling up close to the both of them. I reached over and brushed the back of my hand over Brighton's cheek. "Good night, girlfriend," I grinned and laughed softly at myself.
Brighton put her hand against mine and moved it to my lips, kissing my palm. "Goodnight, boyfriend," she responded and I could hear her giggling a little. She laced her fingers through mine and let our hands rest between us at Oliver's feet.