Crush Me

Twenty Five

Wilson

Man, she's gorgeous. Perfect proportions and her legs go on forever. Those eyes. I know she's got nothing under that halter. I figured it out by how she moves, but Jo-Jo. Man, she's got to stop. What's with her?

"Let's eat and get out of here. Maybe we can take some dessert to your Mom's." Leanne suggested as they sat down facing their teachers.

"You got it. I wonder if one of the ladies taking care of the buffet would get us a box. Ellen maybe?" Wilson said. His hand crept under the tablecloth and patted Leanne's thigh. He heard her quick gasp as she poked her fork through a bite of her meat.

"Oh wow! The gravy. I have to find out what the recipe is. There has to be some sort of wine in it and the flavor is, well, wow!" Leanne rolled a potato in the sauce and popped it in her mouth, crunching through the roasted crust. "Is it a sauce or gravy?"

"Done this way, it's gravy," Mrs. Eckleberry said. "There's another way with a bearnaise sauce. Both are delicious."

"Lot's to learn about French culture, but I already adore their cooking." Wilson speared some asparagus. "The Louvre tomorrow?"

"Hmmm, yes. The architecture. Especially how they managed to marry the modern with the Renaissance, and once we get inside the older Gothic structure from the original castle built in 1190. The glass pyramid came along last, but every evolution of different styles can be found in one wing or another. I'll be explaining it all tomorrow." Their silver-haired art teacher sounded excited.

"What time?" Wilson asked.

"After lunch, 13:00," Leanne said. "I'm adopting the twenty four hour clock. It makes sense."

"Good for you. Immerse yourself as much as you can. Try to pick up some of the language as you go too." Mr. Matheson insisted.

"I should," Leanne admitted. "But I'm so bad at it I've avoided Spanish classes because I just can't seem to figure it out."

"I'll try," Wilson said. "I'm pretty good at singing it with some of the music I've gotten into. Maybe learning the phonetics, might work for you too."

"You two should slip away right now. They've brought the dessert trays in. Go to your mother's and we'll see you tomorrow at the museum. Take an uber. We'll have a tour bus taking us over as a group." Ms. Hollingsworth broke open a croissant and mopped up the gravy left on her plate.

Wilson spotted Ellen and waved her over. "Would you please box up a few of those desserts. I'd like to take them home to share with my family."

"Considering how shy the girls are about eating anything but salads, I have no problem. They're going to be in the refuse bin otherwise. Give me a few minutes and I'll be back."

"I recognize eclairs, and the cream puffs," Leanne said. "But all those cookies? I can't wait to taste them."

"You've got a couple of everything, except the pies," Ellen said and handed Wilson a box that reminded him of the Dunkin Donuts™ multi dozen containers.

"Thank you. Are you going to be part of the service staff every night?" Wilson asked.

"No, we only work four days a week and then three days off. I'll be on morning service when I get back, so breakfast and lunch. From here, I'll be in the hotel restaurant until the close after late sitting. That's for the crowds after the opera and other theaters let out," Ellen explained.

"Love your work hours. It's not that good in America," Leanne explained.

Ellen smiled. "Enjoy the treats. Get out of here before the brat finishes. They're whispering about you."

Leanne pushed away from the table and Wilson held her jacket for her, settling it over her shoulders and sweeping his hand under her hair to free it. The silky soft waves clung to his fingers and the scent of her strawberry vanilla shampoo entranced him as he took a deep breath.

He shrugged into his own jacket and held out his hand for Leanne's. She slipped her fingers between his and said, "Good night and thanks for letting us sit with you. We'll see you tomorrow."

As they made their way through the foyer, he leaned over to whisper in Leanne's ear. "How fast can you walk?"

"I could run if I'd worn my sneakers. Why?"

"Let's hustle back. I can't wait to kiss you again."

Her hand clasped his tighter, and she picked up the pace. They made it back in less than ten minutes, speed walking the cobbled sidewalks and pushing through the main door of his mother's building out of breath and grinning.

He shoved the dessert box onto the bottom shelf of the fridge and turned to Leanne. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her forehead first and when she turned her face up, plundered her lips. The familiar tightening of his jeans had him pulling her tight against him. A throaty little moan told him to go with the flow.

"Ah, Wilson, take it to a bedroom, please. I take it you both understand birth control and safe sex?" His mother sounded more amused than upset.

Leanne buried her face against his chest.

"Condoms, please. I left a box in your room on the bedside table. I think you're smart enough to figure out how to use them." Elise opened the fridge. "What have you brought me?"

"Desserts which would have gone to waste from the buffet table. There were a couple of pies we didn't get pieces of, but the only things I recognized were the eclairs and cream puffs," Leanne said.

"Just enjoy them. I'm sure you'll be hungry later." Elise picked two of the cookies out of the box and winked at Wilson before she disappeared into the sitting room.

"She didn't even lecture us on saving ourselves for marriage or anything." Leanne said. Her disbelief emphasized when she shook her head.

"Yeah, but do you want to go further tonight?" Wilson asked. "I don't want to push you into anything."

"I want to touch you and see what you look like under those clothes. I'm so turned on, I'm not sure what's next, but let's go and cuddle on the bed." Leanne's tongue peeked out between her lips and the she whispered, "We can deal with whatever comes up." She giggled, and the sound went straight to his groin.

I think I'll let her take the lead. That way she can choose what we do, and how far we go.

Wilson tugged her down the hall toward the bedrooms.

She stopped him outside her room.

"I'm going to change out of this into something more comfortable. I'll be with you in a few minutes." She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed herself against him before she kissed him silly. Leanne turned and opened her door. "Hold onto that thought."

What thoughts? I've never felt anything like this. I'm throbbing hard. Should I take my jeans off?

Wilson spotted the condoms and grimaced. His mother's matter of fact acceptance didn't feel normal according to the locker room complaints after gym class. He stripped out of his jeans and left his boxers on. Plopping on the bed, he was glad they weren't in his car, parked where anyone could see them.

She's not a normal Mom either. Her career is in sexual psychiatry. And she never believed in hiding from my questions when I was little. Go with the flow. Let Leanne lead. And figure it out together. Hurry up. I must look weird in a t-shirt and underwear.