Caitlyn Willows: Dean's List

I couldn't tell her then how much she meant to me, how much she influenced my life. I didn't have the words then or the life experience to know how to tell her that. But I have it now and I'm going to tell her, because there's one other thing Goldie taught me-never miss an opportunity. This is mine.

Leigh stared at the words and tried to figure out exactly what they meant. The bold strokes rolled across the paper in homage to her, thanking her for the friendship they'd once had.

The kind of woman I'd want for myself.

Why did it feel like Dan was staking a claim on her? Why did she want him to? Her body ached for possession. To be swept off her feet and laid out for loving. Fingers and lips seeking out those places longing for attention. Holding her captive and…

Leigh gulped down her wine and shoved away from the table to get a third glass. Something, anything to deaden the ache in her pussy. She would not make herself come thinking of Dan Jefferson. He was a kid. Her former lawn boy. What would his parents say? What would the world say?

She forced the image of Danny the teenager into her head. Again, it refused to stay. It was Dan the man who usurped him every time. Dan with the sharp brown eyes. Dan with broad shoulders and strong arms a woman could cling to. Dan with those big hands, long fingers that zipped across the paper with ease. Leigh could easily imagine how they'd feel stripping her naked and roaming over her body. She could imagine it too well.

Leigh wandered back to the table and stared down at the paper. The kind of woman I'd want for myself. She snickered at her foolishness. It was rather like saying I want a woman just like my mom. The whole essay was rather innocent now that she looked at it objectively. Dan was thanking her, or was going to. Nothing wrong there. She was the one making something out of nothing at all simply because she'd gotten the juice-churning hots for the man before she realized who he was.

Now that she'd put things into proper perspective, she could bring herself under control. Thank God, she had the wall of student-teacher to shore up her resolve. He was no different that Lois, or Blondie, or any other person she'd taught. Her professionalism would keep her in line. They could re-establish a friendship within those parameters. Perhaps even have a laugh down the line over her rampaging hormones.

Very bad idea.

True, better to leave it untouched. Besides, he'd do this class and move on to the next. Their paths were likely never to cross again. Odd how the thought make her sad.

"Too much wine." She poured glass number three back into the bottle. It was late and she had an American Lit class in the morning.

She stacked the papers, put them in her English Comp folder, then returned the wine to the refrigerator and washed the glass. She'd showered and dressed for bed shortly after she'd gotten home that night-a delaying tactic while she'd pondered Dan's work. All her stewing made her feel a little silly in retrospect. At least she'd learned the lesson on her own and not made a fool of herself in public.

Of course he'd want to do a little catching up. It was the polite thing to do, especially considering how she'd apparently influenced his life. Leigh could tell him how his show of support had strengthened her. It wasn't exactly fraternization, just old friends getting together. Why not over ice cream? They'd had their best talks over lemonade or ice cream.

She crawled beneath the cool, crisp sheets, turned off the light…and wondered if Dan was thinking about her tonight. Had he looked at her and judged her old? Laughed at himself for building this image in his mind only to have reality crush it? Or did he stroke his cock in the shower while dreaming of sinking it into her body?

Leigh shivered at the image and placed herself in the scene. Rubbing suds over his shoulders and chest. Lathering it through the hair around his dick. Listening to his mounting groans as he thrust his erection into her hands, clutched her head and urged her to her knees to suck him. Turned her around to take her deep and hard while his fingers circled her clit. Another shiver rattled her bones.

God, he was handsome! Tendrils of want curled at the base of her spine, then around her clit in a chokehold.

There was no harm in fantasizing, was there? It was no different than imagining a movie star like…like… No one came readily to mind. Dan was all that existed.

Leigh reached over to the nightstand and fumbled in the drawer for her favorite vibrator. She knew it wouldn't be enough before she grabbed it. Flinging back the covers, she charged to her dresser drawer and yanked out her favorite pleasure tool-a wooden hairbrush. She wouldn't need the sting tonight, just the promise of it, the warmth of the wood rubbing her bare skin while she came.

Leigh snagged her toy from the nightstand drawer as she crawled back onto the bed. Then she lay there in the dark, building her fantasy. Hard nipples tented her nightgown, juices sopped into her panties. She inched her nightgown up slowly, the way she wanted a lover to do. He'd be cautious, perhaps afraid she'd say no, but determined to reach his goal. Big hands would cup her breasts, plump the flesh until she ached, then pinch her nipples until she cried out.

He'd pull her arms up with the nightgown and bind her wrists firmly to the spindles on her headboard. Panties would crawl down her legs at his will. Protesting at this point would be out of the question. Doing so would earn her the spanking Leigh coveted and had yet to receive from another person. He'd roll her to one side and slowly, methodically, warm her ass until she squirmed. He might let her come…or he might bind her facedown and find another implement to make her squirm. Make her come again and again this way, letting her know he cared enough to give her this. Then he'd release her legs, roll her back over, and give her a fucking to match the spanking she'd received-thorough, hard, relentless.

Had Dan seen her that long-ago day? Watched her lean over the bed, peel her panties down, and whip her ass with the leather crop she'd acquired? Watched her come? It should make Leigh sick inside to think of him watching. It didn't. Because there was no then, there was only now and it was Dan the adult who lived in her fantasy, watching, wanting, stroking his cock. Dan who loomed over her and wrapped his maleness around her.

Leigh pushed her panties down and off her legs. She seated the dildo with a single thrust. The clitoral stimulator cozied into place. She clamped her legs together and rolled to her stomach. Fingers curled around the hairbrush handle. She needed this. She always had. She always would. One hard swat warmed her ass. Leigh gasped at the pleasure racing through her and imagined herself at Dan's mercy. Reaching beneath her, she turned the vibrator on high and spanked herself to sweet orgasm…twice.

Fantasy was always so much better than reality. She'd be doing good to remember that. It saved a lot of heartache in the long run.

Dan didn't show up for class. No matter what her resolve the night before, his absence crushed Leigh inside. Everyone else was here, even Blondie, whose real name was Gretchen Carlson, this time minus her piercing adornments and the "Fuck You" necklace. Makeup stood in for the shaved eyebrows and she wore a turtleneck T-shirt, jeans, and clogs. The attitude lurked behind her bloodshot eyes. Leigh wondered if Gretchen had cleaned up hoping to impress Dan, then had to admit that her own extra spritz of apple blossom body scent in the privacy of her car had been for him as well.

Leigh focused on teaching, not on her disappointment at Dan's absence. That didn't stop her gaze from wandering to the door for the first half hour or the next. By break time, she knew he wouldn't be coming. The second hour crawled along. The end of class couldn't come soon enough. It looked like her students felt the same way. None of them wasted time leaving. Leigh kept her smile to herself. It was that way every semester. She filled them with so much information they were exhausted.