The Music Producer and the Teacher

Chapter 4: When I'm with you I get the shakes

The week drug on forever. Things at work were pretty much same old same. The teacher who was trying to stick her nose in my business after the assembly did stop me the next day to ask me if Marshall had found me. Apparently, he had been asking around about me after school to see if he could talk to me. She told him what time I usually left school, since I had a habitual time to leave everyday established. It was going to take a while to get used to the fact that I didn't have to follow the rules of my nonexistent relationship anymore.

Wednesday and today were also pretty boring. I found myself thinking about Marshall a lot. Having such a connection over such an intimate conversation so early into something really made me want to be with him. But the way I craved him wasn't sexual. I just craved his presence. We had planned to go out on Friday, so today was the only thing standing between us. I knew he was coming back to the city today, but with all this still being new, I had no idea when he would be back.

Finally, the end of the workday. I was packing my stuff getting ready to leave the classroom as I usually did when the phone started ringing. My cell phone never rang in my classroom, unless it was Michael. Needless to say, I got an uneasy feeling. But I was surprised to see Melissa was calling me. "Yeah?" I answered her. "What kind of car does your boo drive?" I rolled my eyes, she had been teasing me ever since I gushed to her about our phone call at the beginning of the week. "Umm, I'm honestly not sure." I confessed, "Why?". "Well," she began, "There's a black Mercedes in the parking lot here." she replied. It couldn't be Marshall, he didn't even know where I lived. I reminded her of this but she remained insistent. "No, I'm pretty positive it's him." she said. "He's heading this way, and you're right, he isn't your type." I ignored her and said "Well, I haven't left school yet, I was just on my way out. Can you stall him?" I asked her. She chuckled and said "Oh, I can give it my best shot." before I could ask her to behave she hung up. That was a little scary. Melissa was a bit of a wildcard and there was no telling what the poor man was in for. I quickly gathered my stuff and headed out the door.

I think I made the best time I have ever made getting home from work that day. I was excited to see him, but I also had no idea what she was telling him. I pulled up next to his car, which was extremely nice looking. You could tell it was really taken care of. I got out of mine and went around to the trunk to get my bag when I heard the screen door open. "'RISSA!" Melissa yelled after me. I turned quickly to meet her almost face to face. "What the fuck?!" I asked her "You just left him alone in there?" "Hello to you too." She replied, full of sarcasm. "He went to the bathroom, he's old." she said flatly. I hit her playfully on the arm "Melissa!" I said. "What?" she asked me "He is, you didn't notice?" I hadn't actually. To me he was absolutely perfect. In our first encounter I got lost in his eyes and drunk off his scent. Maybe I had been a little blinded. "How did he get my address?" I asked her. "Oh, he mentioned some lady at the office of your school gave it to him." Damnit, Stacy. She was the secretary at school who was always trying to hook me up with someone. I hadn't even told her I had broken up with Michael. "Of course." I answered. "Did he say what he was doing here?" Melissa grinned at me. "He just wanted to see you." she said. I smiled. "Ooh, so it's like that already?!" she said teasing me again. I rolled my eyes at her and she giggled and said "Well, don't let me keep you, go get him! I'll find something to do for an hour or two and give you some privacy." She reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys. So, she had obviously been planning this. "Have fun." she said with a wink. She got in her car and pulled off just as quickly as she had come outside.

I checked myself out briefly in the side mirror of my car. As I walked up to the door I began to feel really nervous. This would be our first time alone together. When I came in he was examining the fridge collage of pictures me and Melissa had collected over the years. There were some from high school and some from as recently as this past summer. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he instantly looked over in my direction. He looked me up and down admiring the way I was looking. This made me blush. Then he said "Hey, there you are. Sorry I popped up like this, but I had to see you." I smiled at that, had too huh? "That's okay. I'm happy to see you." I replied. His face suddenly went blank. "Damn, I forgot something. I'll be right back." he said. He gave me one last look before walking out the door. He bushed his hand over mine and his skin was extremely soft. Plus, he still smelled amazing. I felt my knees start to get a little weak, so I thought it was best I sat down. I took advantage of this moment to take off my shoes. He came back inside with three roses in his hand of different colors: one red, one pink, and one yellow. I looked up at him to thank him and he said, "I thought twelve red ones would be trying too hard." I smelled them and said, "Thank you, but you really didn't have to." "I know I didn't, but I wanted to." he replied, sitting down next to me. He reached over and touched my hand. I looked into his eyes. He was just as handsome as I remember him being. I wasn't sure what to say. I had never expected anything like this. "So, how was your day?" he asked me finally. "It was good, thanks, better now." I replied. I smiled at him and he smiled back. His smile was kind of crooked and I thought it was especially cute. He started to move closer to me on the couch. The excitement of this gave me a warm sensation throughout my body. What was happening? "Is this moving too fast for you?" he asked me. I wanted with everything in me to say no, to just kiss him right there in that moment. Then I would know how he tasted and if he was as good at kissing as I thought he probably was. I thought about this carefully. Before my mouth had the moment to respond rationally, my hands grabbed either side of his face and I kissed him. The kiss was as good as I imagined, and it lasted for a minute or two before we finally pulled away from each other. I began breathing kind of hard. I couldn't believe how perfect this moment was. There was nothing stopping me from taking him to my bed and doing much, much more than kissing him. I stood up before my hands had the chance to think for me again. He looked at me with confusion. "Are you okay?" he asked me, his face changing to concern. "Umm, I don't know." I replied, still flustered. "I'm sorry.". Why did I say that?! I guess it could be because I jumped up off the couch away from him as if he had a contagious disease. He smiled at me. "It's okay, nothing to be sorry for." he replied coolly. He started towards me again and I had to back up. Now he was giving me a look like he really didn't understand. Maybe he thought I wanted to stand instead. "I don't think I can control myself with you right now." I explained to him. "I don't want sex to complicate things, at least not yet." He took my hand and pulled me towards him, I didn't resist it. Okay, now that I was looking at him much closer he did look older than me. He had some worry lines and I did notice some crow's feet. He definitely looked older than me. I wanted to ask him, but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea. Just then, he pulled back a little and said, "What's wrong?". "Nothing." I replied, "I'm fine." I think he thought I was thinking about the mishap we just had. "It's okay, don't worry so much." he said, attempting to reassure me. "I'm not worried, I promise." I said. "Okay, so then what are you thinking?" I hated this question. Either what I was thinking was too embarrassing or I didn't really want to open myself up in that way. In this situation, it was more embarrassment, since his age was the current center of my thoughts. He tilted his head at me slightly and said, "You're obviously in deep thought about something, you can tell me." I sighed. "Okay," I said, "but please don't take this the wrong way." He nodded "I promise." he answered. He walked bac over to the couch where we were just making out and patted the seat next to him. I'm really bad at controlling my facial expressions and he must have noticed me making one because he put his hands up and said, "I'll be good." I laughed and took the seat next to him. Then I looked at him and asked "How old are you?". He looked at me and laughed a little. "Forty-five, why?" I stopped. I was unsure whether he thought I was older than I was. Damnit, my face again. "Yes, I'm aware you're much younger than me." he said without me having to say anything. "How did you know what I was gonna say?" I asked him, "I haven't even said anything." "No," he began, "but your face did." I offered a smile and he laughed at me. "Besides, what made you ask me that?" he asked. "No reason, I was just curious is all. Plus, Melissa may have mention--." he stopped me, "She is something else, isn't she? So, I'm assuming she said to you what she said to me?" I was scared to ask, so I just apologized. "I'm sorry for whatever she said or did." He laughed again. "It's okay. She means well, I can tell. She really looks out for you huh?" I thought about that for a second and replied "Yeah, she really does."

About that time is when I heard a distant car door. "Well, well, well speak of the devil." I said. "Well, I think maybe that's my cue to head home." Marshall said. "Thanks for seeing me today." He was so sweet. "No thanks necessary." I replied with a smile. "I'll walk you out." We got up to head towards the door when it suddenly swung wide open. "'Rissa! Matthew!" she yelled rather loudly. "You're still dressed!?" I blushed, and behind her came a tall, handsome looking guy who I had never seen before. She had been drinking, and he must have been her escort home. I quickly pulled Marshall outside with me and apologized. "I'm sorry," I started "She doesn't have to work tomorrow and--" he stopped me again. "Don't worry about it." he said. He smiled at me and put his hands up again as he gently kissed me on the cheek. He started to laugh again and asked, "Are you okay after all the passion in that kiss?" I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him on the arm. "Yes, I think I can keep my composure." I replied. "So, tomorrow is still a good night for me to come get you?" he asked me. "Yes, it's perfect." I said. "Well, I have a little work to do tomorrow first but I should be done by seven. I'll plan to be here by eight if that is ok with you." he waited for my response. "Yes, I can make that work. Do I get to know what we're doing?" I asked him. He had started to open his car door by this time, so he turned and winked at me. Then he said, "Wouldn't you like to know?" With his door standing open he turned and kissed me one last time. He pulled me back into him for this one with his hands on my waist and kissed me almost like he didn't think he was going to see me again. He pulled away, not me. I didn't want it to end. He smirked at me, like he was trying not to smile and said, "I've got to go home before I'm tempted to do something you may not be ready for.". We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Then he let me go and got into his car. "See you tomorrow, Marissa." he said. With that, I watched him back up and pull off. I turned when I could no longer see him and went inside.