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The new school year had started, and I managed to find a sixth-grade assistant teaching position at Macon Elementary. The class was small, and the lead teacher, Kim Hardy, was not a reptile bitch with a stick up her ass. Teaching was fun, as I expected it to be. She let me do my thing.
Teaching took my mind off of Carson and Zo. I thought my balancing act would rid me of feeling too connected to Carson but all it really did was make me want Carson and Zo to be one person. They were truly polar opposites, everything Cason gave me, Zo lacked and everything Zo gave me Carson lacked. Although, the things I missed about Carson were mostly things in a friendship. So it made sense. I continued to distance myself from Carson, it was hard though because Zo was gone more than he was there. Zo and I only had been seeing each other two times a month. The long-distance relationship thing wasn’t working for me. So I had to utilize my other resources. I couldn’t turn to Carson, I knew I’d get sucked into his world again. If nothing else, Zo did balance the scales. In him I was convinced I had found that something better than Carson, if only he were available to me like Owen, Sawyer and Carson.
So, since I couldn’t have sex or even see Carson, I did the next best thing. It had been a while since Owen and I had seen each other, so I made a house call.
When Owen opened the door, I pushed him into his room, sucked his dick and let him fuck me until he couldn’t anymore. I knew I wouldn’t get fireworks but I at least expected a few sparks.
I lay in Owen's bed after having sex with him thinking about how it failed in comparison to my experiences with Zo and Carson.
Owen was usually good at sex and giving me orgasms. It was regular sex, albeit good, regular sex. No crazy stuff, no whips, no chains, no handcuffs, but it was always good. Zo hadn't used those things with me either. His regular sex was almost too overwhelming, but I was hoping we’d get to that. The best part of having sex with Owen was how rough and unforgiving his thrusts were. That was how I liked it. But this time, he wasn’t so rough, in fact he was sloppy and unmotivated.
I glanced at Owen. “That's all? We're not going to do it again? We at least go two or three rounds.” I eyed him with pouty eyes.
“I—I'm tired. Hell, I thought you might not even come, how you’ve been acting.”
“I’ve been acting normal. What are you talking about?” I knew that wasn’t true.
“Sorry,” he said, breathing heavily. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.”
I darted my eyes at him, observing the sweat on his brow. What’s up with him? I sat up and put my clothes on.
“Where’re you going?” Owen asked, lying back down.
“Home.” I smiled sadly, staring down at his messy covers.
My eyes veered over to his dark hardwood floor with the white area rug under his bed before I blinked hard in disappointment.
“It was really good, wasn't it?”
“It was.” Not. I smiled at him as I stood up.
“You’re different somehow. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I smiled, “Everything’s great. I’ve got a good job. I like my apartment. I’m fine.”
“You’re a woman now, not the freshman who let a senior copy her notes.”
“You didn’t just copy my notes, you basically cheated on every test we had.” I scoffed. “You didn’t even need to do that, you just wanted some ass.”
“True.” He laughed, though it was cut off by coughing.
“Was it that good? Did I take your breath away?” I joked.
“You always have.”
My cheeks warmed as I smiled at him.
“I’m going to be moving soon. Started my own business.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Your own business huh? What kind?”
“It’s kind of a strange aspiration. You know in a lot of my classes there were foreign students. They were seniors, but still struggling a bit to adapt to the language and culture. In my head, I’d like to bridge the gap. Is any of this making sense? I’d say it’s like a foreign exchange program. We’re calling it Lateral Language.”
I heard him, but I wasn’t really listening.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“The kid that’s helping me, he’s smart as shit. It’s basically just me and him right now, trying to figure out how we’re going to approach things. He’s a good kid, but...” He paused and stared at me with a strange look in his eyes. “I feel like he’s always taking what I care about.”
The way he stared at me, made me so warm. I couldn’t help but giggle girlishly, hiding my eyes from him. That was the first time he had ever made me feel that way.
“That’s a weird thing to say.” I frowned in confusion.
He smiled affectionately. “Don’t worry. He’s like a little brother, so I know he’ll take care of those things.”
What are you even talking about?” I laughed. “Like you always wanted a Mustang convertible and he got one first?” I mocked him.
He chuckled and coughed a little. “Like I said, don’t worry about it.
“Oh, you’re so mysterious tonight.” I teased him, playfully, “This is what you have for me instead of dick?” I paused, “That’s fine. I hope your new venture does well. And I hope your business partner stops being an asshole and stealing your dreams.” I giggled continuing to playfully ridicule him.
“I know it will,” he said, calmly, sweetly, ignoring my playful taunting.
For one moment, I felt connected to him, our smiles seemed to be aligned. That was a great feeling. And then reality snuck in.
What is happening? Why is everyone making me feel like this? I’m not trying to have relationships like this. Fucking Carson coming in and making me soft—asshole.
He stared at me, an affectionate gaze in his eyes. “See, if we don’t have so much sex, then maybe we could actually talk. You know, I think this is the first conversation we’ve ever had after having sex,” he said, starting to cough again as he sat up.
This cough sounded bad, worse than the first time.
“Are you okay?” I frowned. “You’ve been coughing a lot.
He cleared his throat and wiped something off his arm.
“Yeah. I’m good, I just... I think I hit the blunt too hard.” He smirked as he rose to his feet.
I giggled.
“Excuse me,” he said, leaving the room.
He doesn’t smoke weed. I continued to laugh.
He came back in the room with a bottled water and sat down on the bed again, placing the water bottle on the nightstand after he took a drink.
“So did you ditch your friend that you won’t tell me about?” he asked with a malign smirk.
“None of your business. You don’t tell me about your friends,” I said, rolling off the bed and getting dressed.
He leaned back on the bed, a curious smile on his face, folding his hands behind his head.
“Right you are.”
“Whatever” I rolled my eyes, playfully. “See ya later.”
“Bye, McKinzi,” he said, hauntingly as I opened his bedroom door. The tone of his voice penetrated me.
I spun around and stared him right in the eyes, a peaceful smile on his face.
“Yeah. Bye,” I whispered, unable to understand the chill that ran down my spine.
Without saying another word I closed the door and left his apartment.