Sex Ed: After Class

Sour Plans

Chris

Cara practically begged me to fuck her the entire ride to the restaurant. Lord knows I wanted it too. But I just met her parents. I can't just immediately lay pipe. They'll notice. Parents always notice. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot she started to fidget.

"What's wrong?"
"I'm about to eat dinner with my parents and all I have a taste for is your dick."
"Baby don't go there. I will fuck your face in this parking lot."
"Ooh, Papi. Talk to me rough..."
"Cara oh my god. You've never wanted it this bad before."
"Maybe I'm ovulating."
"Then I definitely need a condom."
"Took the words out of my mouth."
"I'd rather be putting something into your mouth."
"Please? I'm begging you..."
"No baby. I can't do this now."
"Ugh, you suck."
"Yeah but would it kill you to swallow?"
"Clever. Put it in me now."
"Cara."
"Fine! I don't want your stupid dick anyway." She pouted.
"My dick wasn't stupid when you were cumming, screaming my name to the whole neighborhood."
"Bite me, Maurice."
"Is Daddy's girl throwing a tantrum?"
"No..."
"I think you are. Oh shit here come your parents."

I opened the car door and got out, quickly Jogging around to hers to open it. She had her arms crossed over her chest and the cutest pout on her face. She really wants it. Who am I to deny her? I pulled her out of the car and we followed her parents inside. My hand slipped from her waist to her ass and I palmed it gently, which seemed to calm her a little. She bit her lip and suppressed a light moan. We walked in, her parents stepped aside so I could talk to the hostess.

"Brown. Party of 3. I had a reservation but we added another person at the last minute."
"It'll be no problem, sir. You requested a booth?"
"Yes I did."
"Your booth is right this way if you'll follow me."

She stepped from behind her podium and led us to our booth. Cara chose to sit on the inside, which, on the front end of the booth, put her on my left. Her mother sat inside as well on the opposite side of the booth. Her father and I took outside. I wanted to take this chance to get to know her parents a little bit, but Cara had other plans. Her hand was massaging my dick through my pants before our waitress even came to take our drink orders. I gripped her hand firmly, trying to give her a signal to cut it out but she wasn't having it. I was now semi-hard sitting across from her parents with only one thing on my mind. How do I politely tell them to excuse me while I go eat their daughter's pussy in the restaurant's bathroom until she cries? That thought was interrupted by our waitress finally coming to our table.

"Hello I'm Robyn and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you guys off with any drinks?" Her accent was thick and familiar.
"Yes, we'd like a bottle of—" I cut myself off as I looked up at her.
"Chris..."
"Robyn..."

I stared into her eyes briefly as flashes of my past began running through my head. From the time I met her up until the time that we broke up. All of it, and it was vivid.

"Mr. Brown I think I'll need some extra credit." She smirked, those hazel-green eyes traveling me up and down.
"See me after class miss Fenty and we'll talk about it." I had every intention of working her until she couldn't take any more.
"I'll work hard on whatever you give me." She's never back away from a challenge.
"You always do..."

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"Chris...I gotta tell the truth. I never really fell for you. I just needed that grade. And now that I'm done with the class...I'm sure I don't have to say it." Her thick Barbadian accent that I so loved, was now all over words I never wanted to hear spoken.
"No, you do. So I can hear it from you. It'll be easier for me." I had no idea why I would torture myself this way.
"Now that I'm finished with the class, I'm finished with you. Delete my number. And my email."
"Robyn you can't do this...I love you..." It was true at the time.
"I don't love you, Chris...I never did. It's time for me to tell you goodbye now."

That was the last time I saw her. When she walked out that door almost 4 years ago. I don't want to believe that I still have feelings for her but the pain in my chest and the butterflies in my stomach are telling me something different. I never believed that she could face being in love with me for a year. I still don't believe it...at least I don't want to. I brought myself back to reality, where the woman who broke my heart was standing before me.

"Can I request a different waitress?"
"Not unless you get a table out of my section...and there's a full house tonight..."
"We'll...go somewhere else. Cmon Cara..."

She didn't hesitate or even speak, she and her parents just silently got up and followed me out of the restaurant. Once we were in the car, she started talking to me like she was trying to calm my nerves.

"What was that about, babe? Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"It was nothing. I'm fine."
"That's what you tell me. Who is she?"
"My ex. The only other girl I've ever fallen for. She dumped me. Said she was faking it the whole time."
"Oh, my baby. It's okay. I'm here for you."
"Yeah..."
"Hey. Look at me."

I didn't respond. She took hold of my face and turned my head manually.

"I said look at me. I love you. I'm in love with you. It hurts me to see you upset, baby. You don't need to think about her and your past. What's important is us and our future. Okay?"
"Alright baby. Thank you for talking to me. I feel better." I felt a tug in my chest, like I was deceiving her. Actually I think I was.
"No problem babe." She pecked my lips softly. "And we can talk about this more whenever you feel like you need to."
"Thank you, baby. Where do you wanna eat?"