I don't know if there even is an airport in La Paz → basically almost everything in this chapter is made up. I was supposed to upload this on Friday but this time I was actually busy and didn't have the time to do so, sorry :(. I hope that this chapter was worth the wait... ;)
/ And please tell me if you have any ideas what should happen next!
They were flying in first class, for the first time of her life, not because her family didn't have the money, they did, but they had never had the time to travel, since her parents were so busy with their own lives.
She shifted closer so she could whisper into his ear. "You know, now that you have familiarized me with the gentle sex, I think that this weekend we should try something new." She had a wicked smile on her face.
He certainly liked the sound of that. "That sounds interested. What would you like to try?" This girl was driving her insane.
She handed him a piece of paper.
"What is this?" He asked, grinning.
"That is our plan for the weekend," she sounded confident, knowing that the list she made would certainly satisfy her professor.
"This is a long list. Are you sure that we have time to finish all these tasks?"
"We better have. We could execute the first one right now," she teased and took the paper from his hands.
"Right now?" He was a bit astonished.
"Yes. I'll go first and you will meet me in there in two minutes." She got up from her seat and headed down the aisle to the nearest toilet.
He shook his head and chuckled. After a minute of waiting, he stood up and headed towards the small enclosed. She opened the door and pulled him into the cramped airplane stall. He closed the door after looking out, hoping that their intentions weren't obvious to the other passengers.
Ten minutes later they were both catching their breaths.
"We joined the mile high club", he grinned.
"Yeah, we did," she laughed, checking herself from the mirror.
"Maybe I'll go first and you will follow after a minute. We don't want everyone to know about our encounter."
"Sounds like a plan."
The two-hour flight was over in a jiffy and soon they landed at the La Paz airport. It took them 30 minutes to get to their hotel. Their room was huge, with a nice ocean view. She jumped to the king-sized bed, which felt amazingly comfortable and soft. He crawled next to her and wrapped a hand around her, pulling her close.
"How could you afford this?" She had been wondering that question for the whole flight.
"I had savings for a rainy day," he smiled as he nibbled her neck.
"So this was a rainy day situation?"
"Well my wife did cheat on me."
"Actually I think that you cheated first," she giggled.
"Yeah and whose fault was that?" He kissed her soft lips.
"Well I wasn't the one ho sticked your penis in my vagina, that was you." She poked his chest playfully.
"Let's not talk about my wife," he shook his head and cupped her face with his palm.
"Then what would you like to do?" She asked and climbed on top of him.
"Show me that list of yours," he demanded, smiling mischievously.
They spent the day on the beach, enjoying the sun, playing in the water. It all felt amazing.
What were the chances of finding a person that is so good to you that you could imagine spending your life with them, but then being attached to that person in a way that if the world found out you would be ripped apart and the life, the real life that you have chosen for yourself will be ruined? And all that would be left in your world would be the memories of times like this — times that felt like dreams, since they were too good to be true.
For him this was more than just sex. But she didn't know that. He was escaping the real world, the fact that he had maybe like three friends and all of them were morons and his lousy marriage that he didn't want to end. Being with Cristina made him feel wanted. She was persistent, going after him. And it didn't take much time for him to realize that he wanted this woman too. She was so playful, so unpredictable, and so mysterious, that every minute he spent with her made him want her even more. He was addicted.
As they laid naked under the covers of the king sized bed, he decided to start a conversation. "How many kids would we have?" He asked, his hand caressing her breast, since they were spooning.
"What?" She laughed, flabbergasted.
"I keep imagining this world where you and I met for the first time in a coffee shop," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"What are you talking about? Are you like high or something?" She giggled.
"You see, in this world you are not my student and I am not your teacher. We are just people that happened to meet in a coffee shop. I asked you out and you first turned me down, but I was very persistent and we had a date a week after that on a Friday night. We went to a nice restaurant and after that we took a long walk on the beach where you told me about your life and your stupid high school prom date. I told you that you were beautiful and then i asked if i could kiss you and you said yes."
"Three," she said quietly. He could barely hear her.
"What?"
She decided to continue his story. "You proposed exactly two years after that and we got married exactly a year after that, making June 15th our official anniversary..."
He cut her sentence. "Why June 15th?"
"I don't know, shut up, it's my turn to talk!" She playfully hit him.
She continued. "You bought us this beautiful huge, grey, five bedroom american craftsman house for us. Our eldest child, Aidan, is soon turning seven. And his little brother, the five-year-old Emmet is having this phase where he likes trains more than us. And our youngest, three-year-old Portia is learning how to read, which has frankly been very easy for her, I think she's kinda advanced, too good for her age. You and I are doing great. Our tenth anniversary was two weeks ago and you bought me this huge bouquet of red roses, which are not my favorite flower so i scolded you and you left. First i thought that you were mad but then you came back with a bunch of these amazing light purple lilies and you apologized and took drove the kids to a family friend for the night. You ordered pasta from that restaurant i love and you told me to take a bath and relax. When i descended down the stairs, the whole living room was lit up by candles, most of them had the vanilla scent that you know that i love. We ate dinner, and after that you got very, very lucky." She softly traced his arm with her fingers.
He continued where she left off. "Three months after that I forced you into buying a dog. We bought this gorgeous black labrador retriever and named her Ryder. Although you didn't even want that dog in the first place, you two became inseparable..."
"No, why does the dog have such a stupid name? Nobody names their dog Ryder! Female dog!"
He tickled her waist. "The kids decided it!"
"And who gave the kids the permission to name the dog?"
"Their cool dad did!" He kissed her to shut her up.
"Oh so you're the cool dad?" She playfully pushed him away. "If the dad is like that then the mom might get mad."
"Don't worry, the dad will bring her flowers and give her a back massage and everything will be fine again," he winked.
The next day he took her to a restaurant. She wore a strapless dress and heels with her dark curls down. He wore a navy suit without the tie. Their way to the restaurant went easily without any troubles and they finally got seated. He ordered some white wine for them.
She caught him staring at her. "Why are you staring at me?"
"You look so pretty, I could just look at you for hours."
She blushed.
They soon ordered their food, and had a lively discussion while waiting.
"How come you and your wife don't have any kids?"
"We were supposed to wait until I get a real job and we could settle down."
"Well aren't you?"
"Yes. But after we got everything I just wasn't so sure about everything anymore."
"Why. Did something happen?"
"No. We just... I guess we just kinda grew apart, you know."
"Yea. I get it." She continued. "It's the same with me and James. Everybody just expects so much from us. Everyone can't wait until we get married and I start popping out kids. That's one reason why I'm with you. With you, everything is so different." She stared right into his eyes. He stared back.
"I can't wait till this dinner is over and we can cross some more things from that list of yours." He grinned.
In that moment, she was glad that the table cloth was so long that nobody saw her foot traveling up and down his shin.
"Cristina. What are you doing?" He startled a bit.
"This wasn't on the list, but I have always wanted to do this," she giggled. Her foot rose even higher, now teasing his inner thigh, reaching to lightly hit his groin.
Finally after all of the teasing and of course, eating, they were finally back in their room. Cristina's back was pushed against the door, while Owen was assaulting her neck, ripping down her dress
She pushed off her heels and ran her hands through his hair as he tore of her bra and panties.
He lifted her up and threw her to the bed. She laid there, looking sexy as hell. He took off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor easily. Then he pulled his shirt from his pants and started to unbutton it, slowly. She got impatient and decided to join his actions. She got closer to the edge of the bed on her knees. She tore off the shirt, a few buttons flying off. Her hands then found his belt, and did a fast job unbuckling it. She pushed down his pants and boxers and found his already hard member. He grabbed her from the waist and turned her around, holding her for a minute, roughly playing with her breasts, sucking on her neck. Then he pushed her upper body down to the mattress and gently pushed himself inside of her, hearing a loud moan escaping from Cristina's lips.
She could hear his heartbeat, as she was lying on top of him, after many rounds of their steaming encounters. "I wish I could just lay like this forever," she admitted.
"Me too." He traced her spine with the tips of his fingers. "You know, we could."
"Are you insane?" She laughed. "No we couldn't."
"Yeah we could!"
She could hear the excitement in his voice. "Shut up." She didn't know what to say.
"I'm serious Cristina. We will make a plan, and after you graduate we will be on our way, and we will get it all, the three kids and the dog with that stupid name."
"Are you serious?" Has he gone crazy?
"I'm serious Cristina! Let's do that!"
"You might be the craziest person I have ever met."
