took a great amount of luck to find it. Considering my problems with the simple act of maintaining friendships, I doubted I would ever be that lucky. I would have to be content with a man who at least cared about me.
*****
Kurt did care. He made it a habit to come to the college every afternoon to take me to lunch. The first time seemed odd. He took me to the same diner Dominic had taken me two weeks before. He even asked the hostess to seat us in the same booth. For a moment, I wondered if he knew about my lunch with Dominic, but how could he?
Instead of sitting across from me, he slid into the seat beside me. He ordered for me too, which he never did before. A salad and water. For himself, he ordered a seafood basket and a beer.
"Why just a salad?" I asked.
"I've noticed your jeans are getting tighter. It will do you good to cut down on the greasy food."
Ouch. That was blunt. I never noticed my jeans fitting any differently than they ever had before. Between the almost constant sex with him, and walking from class to class on campus, I got plenty of exercise. I didn't have time to think about it too much though. Kurt reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding his hand into my underwear and slipping two fingers inside me. My face heated, and I quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw him.
He pinned me snuggly between him and the wall. I tugged on his arm, hoping he would get the hint. I didn't want this.
"Put your hands flat on the table," he said in a stern tone.
He never spoke to me that way. I bit my lip as I tentatively placed my hands on the table.
"You need this," he said more softly. "And you need to learn to trust me. Spread your legs."
When I hesitated, he reached over with his other hand and squeezed my breast hard. So I spread them as far as I could within my limited space. I tried not to make a sound while he worked me close to an orgasm. There was no way I could hide it if I came, so it was a relief when the waitress came toward us with our food. At least it was until Kurt slipped his hand out of my panties, exaggerating his actions as he slipped each finger into his mouth in turn, relishing them as he sucked.
"What a lovely appetizer," he said as the waitress stopped at our table.
Her face turned bright red, and she avoided eye contact as she set our plates on the table.
"Enjoy your meal," she said, practically running away from our table.
I was mortified. I pushed my salad away as I pressed my legs together and leaned as far away from Kurt as I could, which wasn't nearly far enough.
"Eat," he said, glaring.
The look in his eyes sent a shiver of fear through me, so I did as I was told. When we finished our meal, I was eager to leave. My pants were still undone, a fact which my shirt barely hit. I told Kurt I needed to go to the restroom and rushed inside the one room unisex toilet to fix myself up. I didn't notice Kurt following me inside until he locked the door behind us.
"I won't be able to go with you in here," I told him.
"Watching you piss isn't what I had in mind. Pull your pants down and bend over the toilet."
"Kurt, we're in a public…"
He gripped my jeans and pulled them roughly over my hips. Then spun me and bent me over, grabbing my hips as he rammed himself inside me. I didn't the opportunity to react, and by the time I did I was too off balance to do anything. There was nowhere to rest my hands, so I had to hope he didn't lose his grip. I would have just toppled over if he did.
"You really need to trust me, Haleigh. I know what you need better than you do."
Did he? I certainly didn't feel like I needed this in a restaurant bathroom. He came within moments, and once again he left me unfulfilled. I didn't need that either. As soon as he finished, he pulled his pants back up.
"I'll be waiting for you in the car," he said as he left. "Don't be long."
I finished up in the bathroom as quickly as I could, considering the possibility of walking back to school,
*****
Kurt did care. He made it a habit to come to the college every afternoon to take me to lunch. The first time seemed odd. He took me to the same diner Dominic had taken me two weeks before. He even asked the hostess to seat us in the same booth. For a moment, I wondered if he knew about my lunch with Dominic, but how could he?
Instead of sitting across from me, he slid into the seat beside me. He ordered for me too, which he never did before. A salad and water. For himself, he ordered a seafood basket and a beer.
"Why just a salad?" I asked.
"I've noticed your jeans are getting tighter. It will do you good to cut down on the greasy food."
Ouch. That was blunt. I never noticed my jeans fitting any differently than they ever had before. Between the almost constant sex with him, and walking from class to class on campus, I got plenty of exercise. I didn't have time to think about it too much though. Kurt reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding his hand into my underwear and slipping two fingers inside me. My face heated, and I quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw him.
He pinned me snuggly between him and the wall. I tugged on his arm, hoping he would get the hint. I didn't want this.
"Put your hands flat on the table," he said in a stern tone.
He never spoke to me that way. I bit my lip as I tentatively placed my hands on the table.
"You need this," he said more softly. "And you need to learn to trust me. Spread your legs."
When I hesitated, he reached over with his other hand and squeezed my breast hard. So I spread them as far as I could within my limited space. I tried not to make a sound while he worked me close to an orgasm. There was no way I could hide it if I came, so it was a relief when the waitress came toward us with our food. At least it was until Kurt slipped his hand out of my panties, exaggerating his actions as he slipped each finger into his mouth in turn, relishing them as he sucked.
"What a lovely appetizer," he said as the waitress stopped at our table.
Her face turned bright red, and she avoided eye contact as she set our plates on the table.
"Enjoy your meal," she said, practically running away from our table.
I was mortified. I pushed my salad away as I pressed my legs together and leaned as far away from Kurt as I could, which wasn't nearly far enough.
"Eat," he said, glaring.
The look in his eyes sent a shiver of fear through me, so I did as I was told. When we finished our meal, I was eager to leave. My pants were still undone, a fact which my shirt barely hit. I told Kurt I needed to go to the restroom and rushed inside the one room unisex toilet to fix myself up. I didn't notice Kurt following me inside until he locked the door behind us.
"I won't be able to go with you in here," I told him.
"Watching you piss isn't what I had in mind. Pull your pants down and bend over the toilet."
"Kurt, we're in a public…"
He gripped my jeans and pulled them roughly over my hips. Then spun me and bent me over, grabbing my hips as he rammed himself inside me. I didn't the opportunity to react, and by the time I did I was too off balance to do anything. There was nowhere to rest my hands, so I had to hope he didn't lose his grip. I would have just toppled over if he did.
"You really need to trust me, Haleigh. I know what you need better than you do."
Did he? I certainly didn't feel like I needed this in a restaurant bathroom. He came within moments, and once again he left me unfulfilled. I didn't need that either. As soon as he finished, he pulled his pants back up.
"I'll be waiting for you in the car," he said as he left. "Don't be long."
I finished up in the bathroom as quickly as I could, considering the possibility of walking back to school,
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