Fault

Chapter 23

I decided not to press the issue of Jeremy's employment or possible lack thereof at the moment, especially in front of the group. Truth be told, I had no hard evidence and more than anything, I was tired of arguing with him about every little thing. He always had money to pay for food, gifts, and miscellaneous outings, so there had to be a source of income flowing from SOMEWHERE. Maybe I was just trippin', it's not like I knew the typical schedule of an assistant youth pastor anyway.

The remainder of the evening and the following morning went great. With luck, I was hoping Jeremy would be able to spend more nights with us. The thought of having a man like him around made me feel more secure and taken care of. Tionna would never admit to it, but I could tell she felt the same because she kept asking him to do handiwork.

"Jeremy!" She called sweetly from the kitchen. He ran to her like an obedient pet. "You're tall, so can you do me a favor and grab that bowl on the top shelf, please."

"This one?"

"Yes, that big blue bowl right there. Thank you, baby, you know I'm short," Tionna said with a smile.

"Anything else?" He added, already knowing in the back of his mind there would be yet another request.

"Yeah, if you could just do me one last favor and take out the trash. Now, THAT would be a blessing! It's kinda heavy, but just be careful when you walk down the back porch stairs," she said before he actually agreed. "I'm sure the landlord hasn't cleared the snow yet."

"Sure."

"Wait!" She said as he reached for the bags. "You don't have to do it right now, just wait until Y'all get ready to leave..." she petitioned.

One or two requests wouldn't have bothered me, but this was starting to become too damn much. In a minute, I was about to direct her to find her own man to do her biddings. Then again, I knew better than to open my mouth.

Moments like this just let me know it was a high priority to get my own place soon. I desperately needed to be able to call my own shots, come and go when I pleased, and f**k when, where and how I wanted to. Most of all, I needed some freakin' privacy! 

It became nearly impossible to quell my frustrations, so I asked Jeremy if we could leave the house early. He eagerly agreed, after hauling two leaking bags of garbage out to the dumpster.

"I'm so sorry that you had to deal with her. I mean, when you consider the fact that you don't live here, she shouldn't even be asking you to do all this," I said kissing him on his cheek. "But, thank you!"

"You're lucky I love you girl," he returned sarcastically.

"Yeah, whatever! Go wash your hands so we can ride out. I'll put on my coat and get the baby ready."

After leaving the daycare, Jeremy and I headed toward my school. Although the blizzard had been intense, it still wasn't enough to close down the campus for the day. As we drew closer, my dismayed feeling began to multiply to a crushing degree. The mere thought of running into Spencer simply made me ill. I wanted nothing to do with him, following the moronic stunt he pulled yesterday. He hadn't tried to contact me since the incident, which was probably smart of him.

Glancing at the clock, I noted that there was about an hour remaining before my classes started. Needing something to distract me from the deep-seated stress brewing inside, I turned to Jeremy. Unfortunately, he was talking with someone on the phone about some trivial family drama. My mind would allow me to invest myself it in at the moment. I was too busy being bogged down with some real s**t that could potentially sabotage the harmony of our relationship.

"Babe..." I said disrupting his flow. He got off the phone after I gave him a look.

"What's up?"

"Let's get in the back seat."

"Why do you wanna go back there?" He said in a perplexed tone. I gave him two quick winks and a coy little smile. "Oooooh! Yeah, c'mon then babe! Let's get in the back!" His hackneyed response almost ruined the moment, but luckily for him, I was already committed to riding his face.

Upon exiting the vehicle, we both scanned the area to ensure our movements would go unnoticed. Fortunately, we were near an area of the school parking lot that had less than average the number of cars as normal. Attendance must have been low today due to the weather.

Using one of his old hoodies, we obstructed the view of one window in particular, which offered too much exposure to passersby.

"Get in first, babe. Yeah, just like that," I instructed. Space was awkward and limited, but we made it work.

This wasn't the place, nor did we have time for foreplay. I removed my Ugg boots and slipped off one side of my pant legs to offer him full access. After climbing on top, he gently guided my body to be positioned perfectly over his enticing lips. Amorous moans filled the space, as he began to make a meal of me. I rocked and trembled with pleasure as his blessed tongue glided strategically across my clitoris. He was eatin' this p***y like a boss!

Never parting from my lips, he reached up to unclasp my bra and began stroking and massaging my breast.

"Oh my God! You feel so good, baby. Yeah...don't stop..." I whispered erotically and exploded in his mouth— he didn't waste a drop.

Feeling completely relaxed, weak, yet altogether empowered from the climax, I leaned back and noticed the rear windows had begun to fog up. It was probably for the best because nobody needed to see the pleasure I was about to bring my man next. While Jeremy got up to switch positions, I took the liberty to slip my pant leg back on before I going to my knees. I licked his member slowly, then spit on it before taking him into my warm, wet mouth.

"Oh shit!" He called out. 

It felt good to hear him enjoying me. 

"No, babe stop!"

"You don't like it?" I said confused.

"No, LOOK!" He said pointing outside while tucking himself back into his sweatpants.

"Holy shit!" I whispered in shock. I couldn't believe it...my very own professor was standing next to the car window...