Summertime Loving

Chapter 44

"You alright, Ms. DeWitt?" he asked, his voice smooth but teasing.

"Yes, I'm more than alright after seeing that," she replied, a playful smirk on her lips. "You surprisingly have such a nice body. Hmm, now I'm really curious about what you're packing below."

Her thoughts drifted, 'Yesterday, I couldn't even feel his erection, which made me assume he had a noodle dick—not that I'd mind. Slurping that little thing while watching him lose control would be amusing. But now, seeing how chiseled he is... I doubt it's small. He might be packing more than I can handle.'

"Would you mind showing me?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper of seduction.

Travis’s smile widened, and he stepped closer, pulling her by the waist. He held her gaze, his deep, chestnut-brown eyes locking with hers, sending a shiver through her. His touch was firm, confident, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.

"Why don't we keep that as a surprise for now? Wouldn't want to ignite a flame in your heart this early," he said, his voice a low murmur, full of temptation.

She found herself entranced by his gaze, her mind spinning. His eyes had a gravity that drew her in, filled with unspoken promises and a simmering heat. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she nodded, surrendering to the moment.

"Let's go clean then," he added, breaking the spell as he stepped back to change. She followed suit, finishing dressing while her thoughts still lingered on his touch.

"Well, I've already gathered all the supplies we'll need. So, let's get started," she said, her voice steady again, though her heart still raced. "Get some gloves and a mask first—there's a lot of dust in there. Wouldn't want you getting lung cancer."

Her attempt at humor was light, but she couldn't shake the memory of his hands on her waist and the way he'd looked at her, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

They left her office and ascended to the room, opening the door to a sight that surprised them. Yesterday, it hadn’t seemed so dirty, but now, faced with the task ahead, it felt like mountains of work loomed before them. Travis immediately opened all the windows, letting in fresh air that would help combat the dust swirling around.

They grabbed a broom and began sweeping, pushing aside the debris that had settled in every corner. The rhythmic motion of the broom seemed almost therapeutic, and after a while, they transitioned to mopping the floor, soaking up the grime until it shone. Once they were satisfied, they used a clean mop to dry the area, the scent of lemon cleaner filling the air.

"Well, that was the easiest part," Travis said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Now it’s time to tackle all those books."

"Where are we going to put them?" she asked, looking at the mountain of literature piled against the wall.

"Not sure. Why don’t we donate them to the library? I’m sure they’d appreciate that," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with the idea.

Without further ado, they began hauling the books, placing them into boxes they conveniently found in the room. It took a couple of hours, but they finally finished boxing them up, muscles sore but spirits high. Next on their agenda was to wipe the windows and windowsills, which was the easiest task of the day.

"I want to paint these walls too," Melody said, an excited glimmer in her eyes. "Maybe add a little graffiti to show that this is a music room. I wonder who can do that."

"I can do it. Not to brag, but I'm a bit of an artist, you see," he replied with a confident grin.

"Well, you’re in charge of that job then. Um, what else? Furniture-wise, I want it to feel like a studio, you know? A couple of couches to make it homey, lockers for students to stash their stuff, and a sound system with surround speakers. After that, we’ll dim the lights with some blinds, and we’ll add LEDs that change colors. What do you think?"

"That sounds great and all, but where are we going to get the money for all that?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you might not believe this, but I’m a bit of a millionaire myself. Don’t tell anyone though," she said with a conspiratorial smile. "But I'm The Golden Girl."

"Huh? Who the fuck is that?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Oh, I forgot that you’re a young one, huh? Well, I used to be a nightclub DJ. I went by the name The Golden Girl. I was really good—got tons of gigs, worked with a lot of popular artists. It was essentially living the dream back then, but I got bored of it all, so I quit and became a music teacher."

'What the fuck is wrong with some people?' Travis thought, incredulous. 'Why would you throw away the bag just to be a normal mf? Then again, settling down doesn't sound all that bad.'

Travis could only nod, still grappling with the revelation of her past. Not the DJ part—he believed that—but the idea of quitting fame to become a teacher seemed absurd to him.

"Seriously? I guess that means we have everything covered for now. I should probably take all these boxes downstairs," he said, trying to process the information while shifting his focus back to the task at hand.

As he walked toward the boxes, he picked one up, and it felt almost weightless in his hands. With a casual confidence, he stacked them into fours and carried them effortlessly. Melody watched in shock, unable to hide her admiration.

'Is he Superman? Damn, this dude is strong,' she thought, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. 'He could easily pick me up and fuck me while doing so. Now that I think about it, that would be nice—very nice.'

He took the boxes downstairs one by one, moving with ease. On his way back up, Travis caught a glimpse of something through the gap in Ms. Ross's office blinds. Curiosity piqued, he crept over for a better look. To his surprise, he saw her sitting on a mat with her legs spread apart, indulging in some brownies.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her droopy eyes suggested sleepiness, but the ecstatic smile on her face told a different story. More enticingly, her beautifully shaved pussy was on display, and he found himself wishing he could taste her.

'I guess those brownies do have Zaza in them—maybe even too much,' he mused, feeling a mix of intrigue and desire. He decided not to disturb her, however, and returned to Ms. DeWitt, where he found her standing by the window, gazing outside with a serene expression.

She looked incredibly peaceful in that moment, and Travis felt an irresistible urge to disrupt her tranquility. Sneaking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently squeezed her breasts, planting soft kisses on her neck.

"Ahhh~ Travis? What are yoooou—" she gasped, startled as he pinched her already erect nipples, a result of the chilly air.

"I'm just heating up the mood," he replied playfully, his voice low and sultry. "We didn’t say anything about not making each other feel good." With that, he nibbled on her ear, his tongue swirling around it, teasingly wet.

TO BE CONTINUED