Special Tutoring

Night of bad ideas

It was a clean win. Cued loads of tears, hugging, shrieking and Mrs Carter going on about how we needed to continue this momentum (translated: more upcoming and longer practices) for the State competition. Amidst all the chaos, I looked towards the spectator stand.

Ethan had left.

A twinge of disappointment cut into my triumphant moment.

The older cheer sisters who came to support the team, took some of us out to celebrate our hard-earned victory. They treated us to sushi (the State was next weekend so no pizza!) and movies. We enjoyed ourselves so much that it was already past two before they dropped me off outside my house.

"Going home?" Amy whispered, wearing a knowing smile. "Or going over to reward a certain somebody?"

I stuck out my tongue at the stupid question and alighted from the car. Of course I was going over to Ethan's. The cats (Mom and Dad) were away, so this mouse was going to play (especially after all the hard work I put in the past two weeks, I should enjoy myself right?). I waved jubilantly with both hands at the departing car, as the glow from its rear lights ebbed into the night.

I shivered. That was a bad idea. My turtleneck and shell offered little protection against the early November chill, and my nipples puckered in protest. Thanks to my jumping around like a frenzied nut, the mistral was starting to tickle my bare legs with frigid glee. I dashed up the stairs to Ethan's apartment and knocked sharply on the door.

It took a while for the light inside to come on. I had to hug myself for warmth. The door opened to reveal a shirtless Ethan, his hair all tousled, holding a crumpled tee in his hand. He blinked at the sudden brightness, and didn't say a word as he somnambulistically put his tee on.

I lost my courage and wits. I couldn't find the words to explain what I was doing here at this time of the night. Ethan ran a hand through his blond hair.

"What do you want, kid?"

No liebling?! I was disheartened.  I felt like I was reliving the first time I was at his place.

I looked down at my feet, avoiding his bleary glare.

"I... I wanted to thank you for coming to support me today..."

"Seriously. You couldn't thank me tomorrow?" His words, colder than the now howling wind outside, lashed at me. On hindsight, this was obviously a very bad idea. Was I giving Ethan the impression I was very needy and clingy?

"I..."

"Come in. It's too cold outside." Ethan's voice held barely tampered impatience.

I walked into the relative warmth of the room but still felt frozen inside. I wasn't expecting this kind of reception. More along the lines of "Ethan, you made me so horny, I want to stay over tonight" and him "yeah, let's f-uck, liebling" then major and multiple orgasms all night long.

Instead he cleared the pile of books off one of the chairs. "Sit here."

I obediently sat down and huddled my feet close to my chest. I didn't care that he could clearly see my spankies under my blue and silver skirt. Ethan took a wool blanket from a cupboard and chucked it at me. I wrapped its comforting thickness around my quavering body and watch Ethan easily reach into another cupboard with his six feet three inches, to retrieve two mugs.

"Kaffee, you want?"

"I don't drink coffee." I said apologetically.

Ethan muttered something darkly in German while heating some milk over the stove. He tipped some into one mug and the rest into another mug which he passed to me. He topped up his mug with hot coffee and leant against the kitchen countertop, staring intently at his coffee for missing spiders. I carefully sipped the hot milk in the coziness of my little woolly cocoon. The hot milk and blanket were so soothing that my eyelids drifted close, only to jerk open instantly as I struggled to stay awake.