Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 10.)

     After he came, I got my food and sat in the computer room, loading up my email and getting his email in. Oh how... Exciting! I stared at the blank text box... What do I say? I could say so many things on paper and email than I ever could in person, so I honestly need to use this wisely. Oh gosh, but I was so nervous I could barely type a 'hello' or a 'Dear Mr. Peterson.' Why was I so nervous? He liked me, didn't he? Then I have nothing to worry about! Right?

      I started a few different ways with a bunch of questions each time, groaning. I slammed my face against the keyboard, which caused a random collision of letters, making gibberish on the page. I sighed and took a small break from this, eating my pizza and Alfredo in silence. Maybe I should listen to music? I often write so much better with music playing. I sighed and went on YouTube, picking a bunch of random songs to listen to, hoping to get some ideas of what to write as I did so.

        I closed my eyes for a few moments, then went back to the email. Oh god, was I nervous or what? I looked down at my hands, they were shaking. "Calm down..." I told myself, taking a few deep breaths and biting my lip.

        Dear Mr. Peterson,

It's me, Dexter White. I hope I won't have to tell you my name again, especially after today. I just wanted to ask you a few things... If you can spare the time! As well as the information! Okay... Sorry, I guess I am a little nervous about writing to you on the same day we kissed. I know you could lose your job for being gay, as well as having relations with a student, but I hope we can kiss a lot more...

1) How old are you? 2) Have you ever been married before? 3) Am I the only student you are, or plan to be, doing this with? 4) How often will we be doing after school 'tutoring' ?

That is all I have to ask for now, I hope it is okay that I asked these... Honestly, I guess I'm just nervous about you getting fired and it being my fault for being a hormonal teenager... Promise that I won't ruin anything?

       Sincerely,

       Dexter White.

       I sent it, holding my breath until it was done. Wow, I just send that to my teacher. I chewed on my lip nervously, the mentally slapped myself for it. "Take care of your lips!" I criticized myself and rubbed them a bit before eating. I waited for what seemed like hours, eating two more slices of it along with two more scoops or Alfredo when I FINALLY got a reply from that God. I mean man....

       Dear Mr. White,

No need to ever repeat your name. I know it well enough that I might possibly say it in my sleep, though I do not know if I do, for I would be sleeping. I did enjoy our session today, much more than you probably think I do. I am a teacher and I know I could lose my job for this, but in this town, be honest, how many guys go for guys? Openly for that matter... Not many. So, I have heard much about you being one of the very few openly gay students at our high school and I am very glad you ended up in one of my classes. And as for your questions... 1) I am 34. 2) I've never been married, but have been engaged when I was younger. 3) Yes, you are the only student I plan to continue these relations with. 4) I'd like to do it at least every other day, starting with Mondays so we have three days a week to be together, rather than two.

Are my answers sufficient?

       Yours truly,

       Sebastian Peterson.

       Sebastian? Wow, what a perfect, adorable name. It fit him well, too. It sounded so.. Sophisticated and sexy at the same time. I smiled as I said it, "Sebastian..." I bit my lip.. I loved the way it rolled off my tongue. "Sebastian and Dexter... Dexter and Sebastian." I didn't know which way I liked to say it, but either way it sounded absolutely perfect together. I placed my hands over my burning face and grinned.

                Dear Mr. Peterson,

Thank you so much for the information, I may have some new questions along the way and I believe a personal email address would be much more appropriate than one the school provides, do you not? I would like to carry on father with how we will spend these sessions together. If it isn't too early to start discussing that of course... So please email me off your personal email and I can begin to tell you my ideas.

               Your "friend",

               Dexter White.

     I giggled and held myself, oh gosh, I have never been so interested in my email before. The last time I checked it was nearly seven months ago... I'd check it nearly every day now... I waited about an hour for a response off of an unknown email address which I soon realized was Sebastian. I grinned and opened it immediately.

       Okay, Dexter...  

Enough with the formal greetings and speech. I want to hear the way you actually sound when you want something from me. Got it?

-Sebastian.

      Wow, I liked this much better. I smirked.

Well then, Sebastian... I want to talk about going farther than kissing when we are together. In other words, i'd very much enjoy it if you pushed my against your desk and kissed me roughly as you felt me up. Like how I sound now, sir?

- ;) Dexter.

    Oh boy, I sent him that? Well, too late to pull it back now, huh? God, I hoped he didn't mind this... Because I sure as hell don't.

        I spun around in my chair, excited and even a little bit aroused. I sighed, staring at the computer as I waited for him... This was fun. So much fun. I got an email.

I like the sound of that, Dexter. Call me Sebastian or even Mr. Peterson, but never sir. Got that? I guess we will see what goes down tomorrow, won't we? I'll be sure to keep that wall in mind though... And whatever other little things you like, too.

-Sebastian ;)

         I couldn't resist saying his name out loud again. I squealed and covered my face.

         Sebastian...