Absolute Lovers (Absolute #2) (10 page)

I looked down. I had put on the white T-shirt I’d worn at
the club, and paired it with a pair of Dockers, no belt. I’d never worn
anything like that to work before. My hand flew to my throat. I wasn’t wearing
my father’s bowtie! For the first time ever, I hadn’t put it on before teaching
a class. I’d always needed it to teach, to feel confident in front of a
classroom full of students.

I forgot. I was having fun with Julia on the kitchen
counter and then I was running late. I just threw on some clothes without
really thinking about it.

I waited for the feeling of unease to creep up on me, but it
never came. I didn’t need the bowtie anymore. What did this mean? I had no
idea, but I was happy. Julia was my girlfriend and life was wonderful. I didn’t
need a piece of cloth around my neck to prove to myself that I could do my job
well. I’d inherited my father’s penchant for literary analysis and his love of
the written language. I carried that with me always, with or without his
bowtie.

“Uh, it’s casual, end-of-the-semester Friday?” I suggested
to Brian.

He smiled at me as he turned to leave. “In case I don’t see
you, Stephen, have a great summer.”

“You, too!” I called after him.

I wiped the grin off my face, marching into the classroom.

“Settle down, everyone, and pack your phones away! That goes
for the back row as well! Let’s talk exam preparation.”

Three days later, we hit our first
snag.

"Goddamn it!"

I was clearing the table when I heard Julia curse and went
to see what was going on. She had spent the day at the university library and
we had just had dinner together. Tonight, she was going to take a break from the
history paper she’d been writing the past few days, and I would have her all to
myself. I was giddy with excitement.

"What is it?" I asked as I joined her in my
office.

She turned and looked at me.

"Nothing. It's nothing," she muttered, giving me a
watery smile.

Oh, it's definitely something. She really is a terrible
liar.

"Julia," I said, cocking my head to one side.
"Tell me."

"No. I'm going to sound like a huge bitch if I say
something."

"No, you won't," I insisted.

"Fine," she sighed. "It's just…you moved my
stuff."

She motioned to her books and notes, which were now in two
neat stacks on the desk, as opposed to the clutter I had found when I went in
to use the computer earlier. I hadn't been in my office since she’d started
using it as her workspace for her finals and I had no idea that she had made
such a mess. My once-immaculate office was practically unrecognizable and I had
cleaned it up immediately. But I certainly hadn't expected this sort of
reaction from her.

"I, uh, I organized it for you," I explained,
showing her how the books were now in alphabetical order and her notes were in
a binder.

She didn't look like she appreciated it, though.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No," she said, sighing again. "It's very
sweet of you and I know how much you love order, but you sort of screwed up my
system."

I almost laughed. "Well, if you call chaos a
system," I mumbled before I could stop myself.

Her eyes darkened.

Uh-oh…

Just as I thought she was going to start yelling at me she
closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Look," she said calmly. "It may not look
like a system to you, but it has always worked for me. The books were all
opened on pages where there were quotes and references that I needed."

What? That's not a system you can count on!

Thankfully, I was able to keep my mouth shut this time.

"You don't have them written down anywhere?" I
asked hopefully.

She shook her head.

"So…now you have to start all over?" I asked as my
heart plummeted.

She nodded and ran her hands through her hair, clearly not
happy about this. I had just set back her work considerably.

"I need a cigarette," she mumbled and brushed past
me.

I looked at the neat stacks of books and tried to wrap my
mind around the fact that, according to Julia, this was the wrong way to
organize them. I followed her outside where she sat down on the stoop and lit
up.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, unsure if she wanted me
out there with her.

She nodded her head and took another drag.

"It's all right," she said. "You were just
trying to help."

I sat down next to her, hesitating before I ran my hand up
and down her back. She closed her eyes, relaxing visibly under my touch.

"I know we had plans tonight, but I really have to work
now.”

"Oh." I couldn't keep the disappointment out of my
voice.

"I know." She sighed. "I was looking forward
to it, too."

"Maybe I can help you so you'll be done faster?"

She laughed a little and shook her head.

"I don't think that's a very good idea.”

"Why not?"

"I was pretty close to losing my shit before. Maybe
it’s best if you stay away from my books from now on. Is that OK?"

I nodded. I certainly didn’t want her to soil herself.

"I should go and clean up after dinner," I said,
leaving her to finish her cigarette.

I couldn't help but feel a little rejected, even though it
was my fault that Julia now had to work tonight. I shook my head and started
doing the dishes. She had been working almost nonstop these last few days and
now that the semester was over for me, I didn't have a lot to do. I had missed
her company the last couple of nights when I had been alone in the living room
and she had been holed up in the office. I knew that I was being ridiculous and
her finals had to come first. I was lucky that she was staying here with me and
I still got to hold her every night while we slept and I got to share meals
with her. I was anxious for her exams to be over and for our summer to start.

Suddenly, I felt her arms around my waist as she pressed
herself against my back.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said quietly.

"What for?" I asked. "You didn't do anything
wrong."

"Yes I did," she said. "I shouldn't have said
that you couldn't touch my books, and I shouldn't have been so
ungrateful."

I wiped my hands in a dishtowel and turned to face her.

"Ungrateful?"

"Yeah, you're basically waiting on me hand and foot,
and all you want in return is to spend time with me. I'll work extra hard
tomorrow and we can still have our night together."

"No, sweetheart," I said, framing her face with my
hands. "I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have touched your things
without permission. I said that you could have the office and I meant it. I'm
just a little…enthusiastic when it comes to cleaning."

I leaned down and kissed her gently.

"And I love waiting on you, by the way," I added
with a smile. "I've never had anyone to take care of before and it makes
me happy to do so."

"Really?"

"Really." I kissed her again. "I love taking
care of your needs."

"Mmm." She ran her hands down my back to grab my
butt. "
All
my needs?" She pressed herself against me and
kissed my neck, making her intentions perfectly clear.

"What about your paper?"

"Screw the paper.”

"You do realize that I'm a college professor,
right?" I chuckled, holding her at arm's length. "I can't let you
neglect your studies in good conscience."

"But I want you.”

"Later tonight," I promised. "Now go study,
you bad girl."

Without thinking, I gently pushed her toward the office,
giving her backside a little smack. Turning toward me, she rubbed her hand over
the spot I’d just smacked, shooting me a sultry smile.

"Will you be attending to that need as well,
Professor?"

I swallowed nervously but somehow managed to nod.

"I can't wait," she whispered before sauntering
into the office.

What the hell just happened?

I leaned on the kitchen counter, drawing a shaky breath. I
had just promised Julia a spanking and now she would expect me to deliver. I
had already promised something similar the day my parents walked in on us, but
those had been words spoken in the heat of passion and I hadn’t been sure if we
were just talking dirty or actually planning a future encounter. Now there was
no doubt. I was in way over my head. Yet again.

I finished doing the dishes with my heart and mind racing.
My girlfriend wanted me to spank her and God help me, I really,
really
wanted to. But how would I successfully perform such a task to her
satisfaction? What if I hit her too hard? Should she be naked or dressed? How
would I even initiate something like that? I couldn't just do it without some
sort of lead-up, and simply flipping her over during sex to have at it, so to
speak, didn't seem right either.

I sighed heavily. I needed help and, unfortunately, I only
knew one person I could turn to. So I did something I never, ever thought I
would: I texted Matt and asked if I could meet him at his bar. My brother was
going to give me sex advice. He’d never let me live this down.

After receiving confirmation from Matt, I went into the
office again where Julia was poring over her books, effectively returning the
desk to its former state of chaos.

"Do you mind if I go out for a little while?" I
asked.

She looked up and smiled at me.

"No, of course not. Where’re you going?"

"Just to see Matt, have a beer and catch up," I
said, omitting the real reason why I needed to see him tonight.

"I think that's a great idea. The girls are busy with
school just like me, and you boys may as well enjoy your freedom while it
lasts," she said with a smirk.

"Is that so?" I asked. "Planning on keeping
me prisoner later on, are you?"

"I plan on keeping you in bed for at least two days
after finals are over," she said nonchalantly but couldn't hide her smile.

Two days! Can a person die from having too much sex?
Probably. But still, what a way to go!

"I can't wait," I echoed her words from earlier.
"But you're sure it's OK that I go out?"

"Yes. Go!" she encouraged. "I'll be here when
you get back."

I smiled brightly. She would be here waiting for me. No more
coming home to a dark and empty apartment. At least for a little while longer.

I pushed that thought away.

"I'll see you soon," I promised and leaned down to
kiss her. "Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"Just you," she said with a smile.

I grinned like an idiot and practically floated out of the
apartment. My high didn't wear off until I pulled into the parking lot in front
of Matt's bar and the reality of what I was about to do hit me. It took me five
minutes to convince myself to exit the car. I wanted to do this for Julia, no
matter how embarrassing it would be to ask my younger brother about intimate
things.

"Hey, man!" Matt grinned as I walked over his
usual table. "I got you a beer."

"Thanks," I said, taking a seat.

I wasn't sure how to start a conversation like this one and
for a minute I just sat there picking at the label on my bottle.

"Did you and Jules split up?"

My head shot up.

"No!" I exclaimed, horrified at the thought.
"Things have never been better. She agreed to be my girlfriend and
everything."

"Then why the hell do you look so down?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm beyond happy. This
is just completely unfamiliar territory for me and I guess I'm still worried
that I'll ruin this somehow."

Like if I accidentally hit her too hard and end up
hurting her. There is no way in hell that I will risk doing that.

"OK, so what is it that you wanted to ask me? You were
really vague in your text."

"I know. It's sort of a delicate matter and I'm not
sure what I am going to do. I don't want to hurt Julia and she really wants
this—"

"Holy shit!" Matt interrupted. "She's
pregnant, isn't she?"

"What? No!" I exclaimed. "If that were the
case I know what I would do. I would ask her to marry me and raise the baby
together."

Whoa! Where did that come from? I really would marry her
in a heartbeat.

"Thank God," Matt said. "I'm not ready to be
an uncle yet. So what's the problem?"

I pushed all thoughts of matrimony away for now and focused
on the matter at hand.

"It's not a problem per se. She wants something from
me.”

"OK."

I hesitated.

Just tell him—and be discreet!

“S-spanking!” I sputtered. “I mean, she wants one. Julia.”

Matt laughed, rubbing his hands together.

"So this is a sex talk?" he asked. "This
night is already way better than what I expected!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I thought you wanted to talk about your feelings. You
just made my week, bro! So…she wants a spanking, does she? You're a lucky
bastard."

"I am?"

"Fuck, yeah! That shit's awesome. Some chicks get all
hot and bothered when you dominate them. I didn't think your girl was into
that, though."

"I, uh, I don't think she is…not seriously, I mean. She
said she wants to tie me up and, uh, you know," I half-whispered, although
no one was in earshot. "She likes both ways, I guess."

"Wait, wait, wait," Matt said and held up his
hands. "You're telling me that not only does your girlfriend want you to
tie her up and spank her, but she also wants to tie
you
up and fuck you?
Am I getting that right?"

I nodded.

"Dude, did you just come here to brag because you know
I'm not getting any at the moment?" he asked sullenly. "Because
that's just mean, man."

"No, I would never—wait, you and Megan aren't…"

"No," he sighed. "She wants to take things
slowly."

"And that's all right with you?" I asked, not
doing a very good job of keeping the disbelief out of my voice.

"It has to be, doesn't it?" he said with an even
bigger sigh. "I like her and this is the only way."

"Wow, so you
really
like her, then?"

"Not in that annoying over-the-moon, poetry-writing
kind of way like Shawn has going on with that Sophia girl, but yeah, I like
her. She's…different."

"You mean she doesn't fall for all your tricks and put
out immediately," Shawn said. "And my poetry rocks, by the way."

I looked up at him and smiled. Neither of us had seen him approaching,
engrossed as we were in our conversation.

"Whatever," Matt muttered.

"How are things going with the lovely Jules?"
Shawn asked, joining us at the table.

He calls her Jules, too. I have to remember to ask her
about that sometime. Why does she let me call her Julia?

"Wonderful," I told him truthfully. "She said
she would be my girlfriend."

I have a girlfriend! And not just any girlfriend. The loveliest,
smartest girl in the whole world!

I knew that I probably shouldn't get this excited every time
I thought about it, but I couldn't help myself. Julia was my first girlfriend
and I would make damn sure that she was my last.

"Really? That's fantastic!" Shawn exclaimed.
"Sophia was right about the two of you."