Fates (same story on my new account)

Fates (same story on my new account)

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance


Status: Finished

Genre: Romance


A/N: I already submitted this story, but booksie won't let me on my original account. This is my new account! Kacey is a gorgeous, 19 year old college student with a great life and amazing boyfriend. There was nothing in her life that would make her complain, except that she could not get over her high school teacher, Adam Fates. They had a strong relationship while she was in high school, but soon after lost touch after Kacey left for college. Kacey is home for the weekend and has planned to visit some teachers from her old school. She intends to avoid Adam completely but clearly that is not possible.


A/N: I already submitted this story, but booksie won't let me on my original account. This is my new account!

Kacey is a gorgeous, 19 year old college student with a great life and amazing boyfriend. There was nothing in her life that would make her complain, except that she could not get over her high school teacher, Adam Fates. They had a strong relationship while she was in high school, but soon after lost touch after Kacey left for college. Kacey is home for the weekend and has planned to visit some teachers from her old school. She intends to avoid Adam completely but clearly that is not possible.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Fates (same story on my new account)

Author Chapter Note

A/N: I already submitted this story, but booksie won't let me on my original account. This is my new account! <br /> <br /> Kacey is a gorgeous, 19 year old college student with a great life and amazing boyfriend. There was nothing in her life that would make her complain, except that she could not get over her high school teacher, Adam Fates. They had a strong relationship while she was in high school, but soon after lost touch after Kacey left for college. Kacey is home for the weekend and has planned to visit some teachers from her old school. She intends to avoid Adam completely but clearly that is not possible.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 17, 2012

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Submitted: December 17, 2012



A/N: Hey guys! Booksie wouldn't let me on my old account and for some reason, my second account won't let me post. Sooo I made a third account. Hopefully it works :) This is chapters 1-4 of "Fates". Thanks for reading! I'll post the next chapter right after this!

Just over a month away from finishing the first semester of my sophomore year in college, I decided to head home for the weekend in need of a mental break. I didn’t live too far from the University I attended, just a little over 2 hours north, so it wasn’t a hard drive to make, especially in light Thursday traffic. My family was out of town so I would have the house to myself to relax and get little odds and ends tied up.

One of those odds and ends I wanted to accomplish was going to visit my old high school. I had told many teachers I would come back before the semester was over, and I was not one to break any promises. See, I have always been close to my teachers, sometimes even closer than to my peers. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some nerdy girl or teacher’s pet, rather always a little mature for my age. Even when I was very little, I acted and looked much older than I was. My full breast, slim figure but with supple hips, and a mature face always made people think I was at least 3 years older than my actual age.

That being said, I always ended up hanging out and keeping in touch with my teachers, mainly the younger ones. I had planned to visit them Friday during school hours, so I sent out a mass text to the few I knew I for sure wanted to see. I got a response from an English teacher, a Spanish teacher, and a history teacher I had during my 4 years there. I didn’t send a text to the one person I was hoping to see, my former math teacher, Mr. Adam Fates. We hadn’t talked in over a year, and I didn’t have his number. It’s not that I didn’t want to see the other teachers, really I did. But, my intentions to visit were clearly devised around a plan to run into Adam.

I started to let my mind drift as I was driving home, thinking about Adam and all of his amazing traits. My phone buzzed and I reached to pick it up out of a cup holder in my car. I looked at the screen quickly— it was Trevor, my boyfriend. Trevor and I started dating 4 months ago, only a few weeks after we met at a party in late June. We were really cute together, but together we rarely were. He was a senior at a different University, 4 hours from where I went to school. His home town was only 45 minutes from mine, but the time we spent together was limited. I felt as though I was still getting to know him. What I do know was that he is really adorable, sweet, and funny, but I still wasn’t sure if I actually wanted to be with him. It sounds terrible, but I didn’t want to give him up quite yet, with the hopes that I would grow to have more feelings.

It’s not that he wasn’t a great guy, or unattractive. He was very good looking, over 6 feet, muscular but lean, green eyes, brown hair, tanned. He was exactly what I would consider my type, but not the guy I wanted to be with. I mean, he did have his flaws though too, which could have contributed to my hesitation. Like how he always gets mad that I’m not 21 because I can’t get into bars with him and how he can be a bit clingy at times, and a little bit too honest. But I guess the real reason I was holding on so long to our relationship was because I knew I needed to get over Adam and stop making other men meet his standards. It’s difficult to explain, but once you meet someone who you think you are meant to be with, everyone else gets overlooked. My only problem was that Adam did not want to be with me, but I couldn’t get over him.

I realized I had held my phone in my hand too long and missed the call. I quickly called back and waited for an answer.

“Hey!” Trevor said.

“Hey, what’s up?” I replied.

“Nothing really, thinking about coming home this weekend too. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.” He said.

“Oh, yeah…that would be nice to see you. Maybe we could meet in the city this weekend? We could go out and stay at a hotel. Or even drive back to my house.” I replied.

I waited for his response. He took in a breath very loudly and I could imagine him in my head contemplating the idea. Sometimes I thought it was really cute, at other times it annoyed me. Right now, I was annoyed.

“Well, we really couldn’t go out since you can’t be at the bars. But I will try to figure something out.” he said.

“Um, okay…I guess that works. You know, there are other places that we can go to besides bars. Like, I don’t know, a restaurant, or Navy Pier, or the lake front. Just a few suggestions.” I replied back, clearly irritated.

“Yeah, I guess. Well I’m going to call you later tonight. Bye babe, see you this weekend, hopefully.” He said, clearly not receiving my irritation at all.

“Bye!” I said back.

I really hated being called Babe or Baby. I don’t know why, but it made me feel like I was still in high school. All my friends would call their boyfriends that. I never really dated in high school…a few boyfriends here and there, but I mainly just hooked up with guys at parties, and by hook up, I don’t mean I slept with them. Or I was “together” with them, but not officially dating. Maybe that’s why I didn’t like the terms of endearment. I heard them said to everyone else but myself.

I shook the thought out of my mind, reminding myself that I had a few good relationships already while in college, and planned on many more. Hopefully one day I would meet someone who would take my mind off of Adam.

Now, I know I talk about Adam a lot…compare him to every guy a lot, but I’m not an obsessive schoolgirl. I actually got to know him as a person, and really started to fall for the guy.

I had him as a teacher my junior year of high school. He started teaching right out of college the same year I started high school. He was young, just 24 when I had him as my teacher. Every girl in school had a crush on him, joking that they would “fuck him for an F”. I was the same way, always talking about how hot he was, with his tall, slim, muscular build and brown hair and eyes. His smile was delectable; his hair was always gelled into a perfect, sexy, style. He was always dressed nicely, like he was about to go on a date somewhere expensive. And on top of that, he was hilarious and brilliantly smart.

I flirted with him more than I have flirted with anyone in my entire life. I thought about him every time I touched myself, every time I was aroused, he popped into my mind. It wasn’t until the day he was not in class due to a meeting that I really started to see him as more than a sex symbol.

We were working on a packet for an upcoming test, all sitting around the room talking about everything except math. We had a sub for the class period since Adam would not be there, and I realized I missed him. He was rarely absent, so I never even thought about missing him like that. Halfway through the class period, the classroom door opened. In walked Adam, smiling and looking around the class at everyone. He stopped on me, I swear, and smiled bigger. I always answered the questions in class and got good grades, as opposed to the others who struggled with the material. So Adam and I kind of formed a bond early in the year.

Anyway, I smiled back at him and them was taken aback by his appearance. He was still looking as gorgeous as always, but different. His short hair wasn’t gelled, but left natural. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked comfortable. At that moment all I could picture in my mind was us cuddling on his couch, watching the Bears game, kissing and holding hands. It became more of a fantasy for me than anything.

After that day, my flirting rapidly became more aggressive, and I was happy to see that his response wasn’t negative. He seemed to enjoy my little, harmless notes on the top of homework, my nudges in the hall, funny emails, and my small, quick touches on his arms or hands. He seemed to enjoy me as much as I enjoyed him.

But the school year soon ended, and so did our contact with each other. The year ended in June, and began summer school two weeks after that. I wanted to get ahead so I wouldn’t have to take Econ during my senior year. Adam was the coach of a few sports at the school, so I would see his car from time to time in the parking lot and hope to see him.

By mid-July, I started to develop crush on someone else. This kept my mind somewhat off of Adam, but not completely. He was still there, just faded a bit. It wasn’t until one July morning when I got a text that class would be switched to a different room at my school for the day. I was early to class and already walking to my original classroom, so I had to backtrack and go to the new one. While walking down the hall, I heard someone yell my name.

“Kace!” a male voice shouted, clearly knowing my nickname.

I looked a little to the side of the hall and saw Adam standing there, sweatshirt and jeans (because it was freezing in the building during the hot summer), hair natural. I smiled widely and walked towards him. In a moment of shared confusion, we both hesitated. Should we shake hands, hug, neither?

But he opened his arms and I gladly walked right into them. His hug was possibly the best feeling in the entire world. We chatted for less than 30 seconds though, because my friends walked in and came towards us.

As we said goodbye, a sad feeling washed over me. It was still a whole month until school started in August. That meant a whole month without seeing him again. It was a weird feeling. I desperately wished I could change it, make him go behind school policy and be with me. But I knew that was unrealistic.

I saw him once more that summer outside of school. We exchanged a few words and smiles, but that was it. It wasn’t until my senior year that things started heating up.

Now, I’m not going into full detail, because that would take a million pages. But, I will briefly explain our relationship.

Although I didn’t have him as a teacher, I did have a math class the same time that he had a planning period. I would go to his class, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, all the time before math. We flirted. I don’t just mean innocent flirting, I mean real flirting. It was different now that he wasn’t my teacher. I could talk about anything: sex, parties, and other people. I could curse in front of him; I could touch his arm playfully or play little flirty games. It was never perverted; he was a very respectable man. All I knew was that I wanted him to be mine more than anything.

Once I got home, I settled in and changed into shorts and a tank top. I lay on my bed for a while just relaxing, trying to take a nap before I made dinner. My thoughts fluttered to Adam and soon I was imagining him lying with me. I closed my eyes and slid my hand down my body, lightly caressing my skin before slipping into my shorts. I fantasized his hand touching me instead of mine working at my clit and swollen lips. I imagined him kissing all over me; my neck, breast, lips. I kept at this for some time and started to become completely aroused. I was moaning at my own touch, grinding my hips into my fingers. I knew it wouldn’t be enough for a climax so I reached over to my bag and found my vibrator. I placed it on my clit, replacing my two fingers, and cried out softly. In my head, Adam was on top of me, his throbbing dick thrusting into me, and his mouth over mine, tongues interlocked in a passionate kiss. Quickly I reached my climax and orgasm took over my body. I moaned Adam’s name deafly into the air and my body clasped. Talk about relaxing. I soon drifted off to sleep, and woke an hour later still yearning for his touch.

I knew it was impossible though, because he hated me. I swear it. I hate to admit it, but I messed up. I caved and emailed him after graduation in June. He emailed back a few replies, but then he stopped. So I messaged him again…while drunk. It wasn’t very readable, but the overall message was clear: I care about you, please tell me you care about me. I was mortified at myself, and quickly sent an apology email two days after, but never received a response from him. Still to this day, he has made no effort to contact me at all, which devastates me to the highest degree.

After dinner, I rented a movie and watched it alone. I fell asleep half way through and woke the next morning to 3 missed calls from Trevor. I immediately felt guilty for not waking to his calls. I knew it was because I was so tired from my solo escapade earlier that night while I was dreaming of another man. I called him back, but got his voicemail.

“You’ve reached Trevor. Leave a message and I’ll call back.” His voiced sounded into my ear.

“Hey, it’s Kacey. Sorry about missing your calls, I was passed out. Call me when you get this. Alright, bye.” I said somberly.

I woke back up some time later after leaving Trevor a voicemail. I looked at the time and popped up. It was 9:15, and I had told my teachers I would be by during the first part of the school day. I hopped into the shower and got ready as fast as possible. I contemplated dressing in leggings and a t-shirt, but decided I should look better for my possible meeting with Adam. Although I hadn’t changed dramatically in the last year and half since he saw me, I knew I looked a bit different. My tan was darker because of a vacation I took earlier that month. My golden brown eyes sparked with the color of my skin and the dark brown of my long hair. My once unkempt, short nails were now a bit longer and French manicured. I hadn’t lost much weight, I didn’t really need to. But I had toned up a bit while at school because I went to the gym frequently to blow off stress. I knew my abs and arms were noticeably tighter and my ass was more firm. I was really starting to become a woman, and I wanted to show it off.

I decided on dark blue skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. It showed just enough cleavage and stood out against my tanned complexion. I wore loose curls in my hair, wore some cute make-up, and threw on some gold sandals to complete the “I’m not trying too hard, but still cute” look.

Making sure that the passing periods were over, I walked into the building to get a visitor’s pass. After talking with the secretaries about school a bit, I went around to a few teachers I liked. All were very nice and talkative, but had a class in session. I thought at least one of them would have a planning period at this time, but no such luck. And to make matters worse, I hasn’t seen Adam at all and I’d already been there for over 45 minutes.

Instead of leaving right away, I chose to walk around the halls and ponder some old memories. I laughed as I remembered walking here my freshman year, confused at the huge school and completely lost. I frowned at memories I had of getting dumped outside the doors of my science class by a guy I wasn’t even dating officially. My heart fluttered when I got closer to the math wing of the school. I didn’t even mean to walk there; I was just wandering around the building. I decided it was time to go home, but something in me wouldn’t leave. I knew I had to go see him. If he had a class, oh well. It would just take away any awkwardness of our first time meeting since the email I sent him. I didn’t know how he would respond, but I had to find out. I was done with just waiting around; denying that he read the email, thinking maybe it got spammed. I knew he read it. I just knew he had and deep in my heart, I knew his answer was clear: No, he doesn’t care about me like I care for him.

As I steadily walked towards the math classrooms, mostly in session with a few vacant rooms, I felt my heart skipping. His was at the end of the hall, but I couldn’t see if there were students inside. As I neared the door, I saw it was cracked open a bit but almost closed. There was no sound coming from the classroom, which was weird because he was an enthusiastic teacher. A spark of hope ignited in me that maybe he had a planning period or a sub that day. As I walked closer to the door, I hesitated my hand inches from the knob. This is it, I thought to myself. This is your chance, take it. No regrets; only closure.

I pulled the door open, poked my head in, and inhaled sharply. There he was, still gorgeous as ever, sitting at his desk grading papers. I slipped into the class quietly and closed the door so it was only cracked a tiny bit. He hadn’t noticed my presence at all until the door squeaked a bit. He nonchalantly looked to the side towards the door and made a face that I couldn’t read.

This is the time to say something, come on Kacey, think, I thought to myself. Instead of opening my mouth and talking, I smiled broadly, as I usually did when I was around him. He smiled back hesitantly and looked like he wanted me to leave. I got flustered and my smile dropped as I started doing my nervous lip-biting habit. I fidgeted with my hands for a second before speaking the first words.

“Hi...um…sorry, I was visiting teachers and ended up in the math wing. Thought I’d say hi. Sorry…Um…you look busy. I’ll just go. Nice seeing you. Bye” I said frantically and turned around towards the door.

I reached to push it open, heart breaking into a million pieces as he sat there in silence, before he finally objected.

“No! I mean, don’t leave. I’m not busy, just looking over tests. Hey Kace.” He said, sounding every bit as nervous as me.

I turned around, clearly a little flustered and hesitant, and walked slowly towards him. He got up and met me half way. I went to say something, but he pulled me in for a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you? How’s college? I thought that you would visit sooner…some of the other teachers said you’ve seen them a few times already since you started school last fall…” he trailed off.

“Oh, yeah. Well, I mean, it wasn’t anything against you. Just…I don’t really know.”I said.

I looked up into his brown eyes and gave him a look of regret. He knew exactly what it meant, because he told me not to worry about it, he understood.

We walked over to his desk and I sat next to him at a desk. I was completely wrong about it being awkward…well, at least after the first few minutes. We sat and talked for a long time, over 40 minutes. He had back to back planning periods so we weren’t interrupted by students.

We mainly talked about my school, his work. He asked about my math classes, I asked about his students. It was a very casual talk with a lot of laughter and catching up. I began to remember just exactly why I was so consumed by him. He really was charming.

When the bell rang for the next class period, he told me to stay since he didn’t have a class again. I complied, and stayed exactly where I was. He stood up and stretched out, then sat back down. He was wearing a polo, khakis, and nice shoes. He looked so handsome, even on casual Friday as the teachers called it. We talked for another 30 seconds before the door opened and two girls came in. I recognized them a tiny bit, and realized they were seniors now. They looked at me jealously and walked over to Adam and me. They were both skinny, blonde girls who wore too much makeup. I knew someone my age would have thought the same about me when I was their age, so I cut them some slack. It wasn’t until one of them started visibly flirting with Adam that I grew annoyed.

“Oh, Mr. Fates you are so silly! No way I did poorly on that math test!” blonde number one said.

The other girl stood there, looking as though she was just brought along as an audience for her friend’s bold flirtation. They would probably go brag to all their friends about it later, because that’s what girls that age do.

Blonde number one, who I found out was named Gabby, leaned in closer to Adam and ever so lightly brushed something out of his hair. She had claimed it was a piece of fuzz, but I hadn’t seen anything in his hair the entire morning. Jealousy ran through my veins and I must have made an expression, because Adam told the girls to get to class.

“Fine, we’ll go. But only because the bell is about to ring, don’t think you can boss me around mister!” Gabby said playfully.

The girls walked out of the room and I watched as they lightly closed the door so it was completely shut, and giggled their way down the hall. When I turned back towards Adam, he had a humored expression on.

I froze. It dawned upon me that I was the flirty, annoying senior once. I was the one who came in before class during passing periods, hoping he would let me stay and grade papers instead of going to math. I was the one who got jealous when other girls were in his class, and then giggled down the hall before the bell rang. I felt my heart drop and started to fight back tears. I was that girl.

“I see you still get a little mad when other girls are around me.” Adam said playfully.

He smiled goofily and started to giggle. It was the cutest thing in the world, and I would have appreciated it if I wasn’t so damn confused.

“What?” I said back.

“Oh, don’t even try to play that game Kace. Remember when the girls tried to set me up with another teacher and you told me she was too old for me. Or the time when I said hi to Abby, but apparently not you, so you got mad and wouldn’t talk to me for a week? And don’t even get me started on the time when I said I was going out for my birthday and you told me not to catch a gross disease from those ‘whores’.” He said while cracking up.

I looked at him, half amused, half embarrassed. He read my expression the wrong way, and told me not to get mad.

“I’m not mad at all! I guess I just didn’t realize I was Gabby once, that’s all” I said.

He stopped laughing and looked at me seriously. We made dead eye contact for what seemed like hours, and said nothing. He started to say something, but hesitated and stopped.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just…well, you were never a Gabby. She is a little more of an aggressive flirt than you are. I mean, I give her credit; she has some balls to do that stuff. But she does it with every male teacher and student in the building. Everyone knows how she is, if you know what I mean.” He said.

“Why do you put up with it then? And what do you mean more aggressive than I was? I never flirted” I lied.

“I don’t put up with it, she usually doesn’t do that with me but I’m guessing once she saw a beautiful, older girl sitting two feet away from me, she wanted to get some attention. Plus, she probably remembers you from when you were a senior, and is now scheming to come back after graduation. So thanks for that. And you so flirted. Don’t even lie about it.” He said, clearly kidding around but being serious with some points.

He was so amused by the conversation that it took him a while to realize he just told me I was beautiful. He slowly turned his laugh into a shy smile and looked down at some test. His little comment gave me some confidence in my speech.

“I don’t think she was jealous over an old hag like me. And okay, I flirted. But so did you, so don’t even try to pin it on me.” I replied.

He looked up at me, down at his papers and then back to me again. He didn’t know what to say, and neither did I, to be honest. Had I crossed a line? Was he just being nice, throwing a random comment in the conversation about my looks, but not meaning it? Is he thinking about the email right now, and if so, should I say something about it? My head was spinning with so many questions that I couldn’t answer myself. He seemed to be in the same boat as I was, because he just looked at me and then changed the subject completely.

“So, how else is everything going in life?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“Everything is going pretty well, I’ve been dating someone since June so that can be stressful, but otherwise everything is great. How about you?” I replied.

“You’re dating someone?” he asked.

“Mhm. Thanks for being so shocked.” I joked.

“No, it’s not that at all. I mean, obviously you could probably have any guy you wanted, but you never did when I knew you.” He said.

If only he knew how ironic his statement was.

“I don’t think so; I never attracted the boys in high school. Even now, the guys my age aren’t interested. Trevor is a couple years older than I am.” I said.

“You’re mature, that’s why. I don’t mean you could have any BOY, I meant actual MEN, Kace.” He replied.

“Not any. There are some that slipped away.” I said, looking into his eyes.

“Well, their loss. I’m sure they are regretting not giving you the chance now.” He said.

His words flew at me and filled my head. If only he knew that I wanted him. If only he knew he was the only man I wanted. I’m sure he knows; he just isn’t interested.

“Eh, maybe they do, maybe they don’t. I wouldn’t know because no one ever said anything to me about it, but it’s whatever.” I said.

“Yeah, so, what is Trevor like?” he asked.

I went on and on about how Trevor and I met, how we rarely see each other, how he is really great and handsome and how he wants to be a doctor. But something in my voice must have given away my hidden unhappiness with the relationship, because Adam asked what was wrong.

I hesitated my answer, said nothing, Trevor was great. Adam gave me a knowing look and told me that I could trust him; he wouldn’t judge or tell a soul.

“Well…you know when you meet someone perfect and want to be with them?” I asked.

Adam nodded his head yes and gestured for me to go on.

“That’s how I feel…just not about Trevor. He really is a great guy, but he has some flaws that need to get resolved. I don’t know, I just feel like we barely see each other and that I’m dating a stranger. I won’t even sleep with him because it doesn’t feel right.” I stated.

“You’ve been dating for…well its October so, 4 months now…and you haven’t slept together at all?” he asked.

“Of course that’s the one part of the conversation you pick up. But yes, you’re correct. I have not had sex with my boyfriend of 4 months. Whether it’s because I don’t feel comfortable, or because he isn’t meeting the standards of…well, the guy I thought I was meant for…is up for debate.” I said firmly.

Adam then did something that I had been missing for over a year, he touched my arms lightly, caressing down it slowly. He looked into my eyes, smiled, and then brushed my hair out of my face.

“If it doesn’t feel right, then don’t do it. It sounds like you need to go find this mystery man though. I’m confused about him…why not just date this perfect guy?” he asked.

“Complicated subject, I don’t want to get into it.” I said.

He nodded as though he understood, then asked for my number so we could catch up more. I gladly gave it to him, then stood to bid him farewell, guessing I wouldn’t get a call anytime soon. He stood with me and gave me an enormous bear hug, wrapping me tightly into his arms, which I fit into perfectly. His hands lightly rubbed up and down my back, and then firmly held me against him. It felt like he didn’t want to let me go, which was completely okay with me.

“I’m glad you decided to stop by, and I will be talking to you soon. Don’t you dare reject any of my phone calls!” he said before he let go of me.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I said back playfully, and then walked out of the classroom.

I speed walked to my car and got home as fast as I could. I was soaking wet from our brief touches and his amazingly good looks. I walked straight to my room, got out my vibrator, and proceeded to fantasize my former teacher making love to me many times, leaving me 3 orgasms of happiness to drift to sleep with.

I woke to my phone ringing an hour later and jumped at it, hoping it was Adam. When I read that it was Trevor, my heart sank. I answered and he dove right into a conversation about his plans for the weekend. Funny, I thought to myself, because I’m pretty sure this was my weekend to relax, not to play designated driver for you and your friends.

“So, I guess I’ll go to the bars tonight and tomorrow, and Sunday we can hang out. Some of my frat brothers are coming to the city too, so we are all going out. Does Sunday sound okay to you?” he asked.

“Well, what time on Sunday? I have class Monday morning and I already skipped classes today to get home, I can’t miss them again.” I said.

“I didn’t mean we were spending the night in the city, Kacey. I meant like, we could do whatever you wanted. Go to the beach maybe, or walk around. I’ll probably be a little tired anyway from the weekend. How about you meet me at the hotel around noon, wake me up, and we can hang out for a bit and then walk around.” He said.

“Okay, as long as I’m on the road back to school by 5 or 6, that sounds fine.” I said.

“Alright, sounds good. Oh, and one more thing. I was wondering if you wanted a fake ID. They are only 180 dollars and it would be so much easier if you could come to the bars.” He said, seriously.

I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t yell his head off. He comes from money, so 180 is nothing. But I’m paying my way through school…I don’t have 180 dollars to blow. That’s what a single textbook cost.

“It would be easier for you or for me?” I asked.

“Whoa, where did that attitude just come from? I just think it would be easier if you could come out with me, that’s all. I just like seeing you when I can since we barely are together at all. But if that’s not important to you, then…” he said.

“It is important to me! I would love to see my boyfriend. I would love to spend the whole weekend with you and to go out with you. But guess what? I’m not 21 yet and I’m not getting into the bars anytime soon. So, what I would love to see more than anything really, would be you taking a weekend off for ME instead of your friends that you are with at bars the entire school year anyway!” I said sharply, without raising my voice.

He was silent again, contemplating my words and irritating me to the moon and back.

“Sorry that I like to go out. Sorry that I enjoy spending time with my friends AND my girlfriend. Sorry that you are still 19, and won’t be 20 for another two months, still not old enough to get into bars.” He said.

“That made absolutely no sense at all. Fine, if you want to see me, then we can hang for a few hours on Sunday and then not see each other for a few months again. Speaking of my birthday, are you going to be too busy at the bars to go out with me in December too? Or can you spare a day of partying to see your girlfriend on her birthday?” I asked him.

His response shocked me, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I thought he was capable of complex thinking...maybe it was his awesome grades or pre-med program he was enrolled in. But clearly, I was wrong.

“Kacey, I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. That’s still like, two months away. Who knows what I’ll be doing.” He said.

“Oh My God! Whatever, fuck it. See you Sunday Trevor. BYE!” I yelled into the phone and hung up.

It was only 7 pm when I woke up and talked to Trevor, so I decided to get some dinner and workout a bit. Just as I started eating though, the phone rang. It was a number I did not recognize and my heart fluttered. It has to be Adam. Who else would be calling?

“Hello?” I answered.

“It’s Trevor. I knew you wouldn’t answer off my number so I called off Tom’s. Listen, how about you come up tomorrow night and we can hang and you can sleep here. Sound good?” he asked.

“Awe, okay! Thanks Trevor! That made me very happy.” I said genuinely.

So the guy had his faults at times, big deal. He was sweet, just a bit Fraternity brother party boy. I smiled to myself and said goodbye, then did an intense work out. I got all showered and ready for bed, checked my phone a billion times, and then went to sleep.

I woke up, started my morning off with a run, and then came home and showered again. I wanted to be in tip-top shape to see Trevor and make all of his frat brothers jealous of him. He loved showing me off, and as much as I was shy, I really gained confidence from it.

“Can’t wait to see you tonightJ” I texted to Trevor.

“Same” he replied.

Boys and their texting, I swear they show zero emotion.

I shook it off and started to do my hair and pick out something to wear. I wore my hair in big, loose curls and decided on a black and gold strapless dress since it was a bit warm outside for October weather. My dress was fitted and tight around my body. There was a gold band under my breast and a long, gold zipper in the back. I decided on a pair of heels and some jewelry after I finished getting on my dress. My makeup was cute and casual, but a little glam. I thought I looked pretty good, and I was getting excited to go. Trevor said to meet him at 5, and it was already 3:15. I still had plenty of time, but wanted to beat the traffic.

Just as I was about to leave the house, my phone rang. It was another unknown number, and my heart skipped a beat. I answered the phone and was pleased to hear Adam on the other line.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing, just about to leave for the city for the night. You?” I asked.

“Oh, bummer. I was going to invite you over to watch the game. But have fun in the city! Are you meeting some friends?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, no…I’m actually meeting Trevor. It’s a long story; we’ll see how it goes. Usually we end up getting into a fight and the night ends early. I’m super bummed though, honestly, I would have much rather hung out with you than get all dressed up for the city.” I said truthfully.

“Hmm. Well, don’t let him be an asshole. Have fun, text me if anything goes wrong. You are welcome here whenever Kacey. I enjoy your company.” He said.

“Thanks, I enjoy yours too, Adam. I will definitely talk to you later.” I said.

We said our goodbyes and my heart dropped. I would much rather go to Adam’s place. That seemed like a once in a lifetime chance. I knew I would be wrong to cancel on Trevor though, especially because he made time for me this weekend. I shrugged it off, promised myself I would text Adam later, and left for the city.

I was starting to hit a little bit of traffic, but still had plenty of time before 5. It only took 40 minutes to drive to the city from my house, so I knew I’d have time to park and fix my makeup and hair before meeting up with Trevor. I was just about 15 minutes from the city when my phone rang. I reached down for it and looked at the screen: Trevor. I answered quickly, hoping he would say he was excited to see me or to come earlier if I wanted, since it was only 4 pm.

“Hey! What’s up?” I said.

“Hey. Sorry, but don’t drive out here tonight. I feel bad cancelling, but something came up. Can we still meet tomorrow?” he asked.

“Are you serious? Please tell me you’re kidding right now.” I replied.

“Nope, I’m sorry! I just got invited to this club re-opening and it’s supposed to be really sick. I would ask you to join me, but you aren’t 21…unless you want to buy a fake.” He said.

“No! I don’t want to buy a fucking fake for the last time! Are you seriously cancelling on me?? I’m already almost to the hotel! How dare you! Being invited to a club opening is not a legit excuse to cancel on your girlfriend! I was invited somewhere tonight too, but did I say yes? Nope, I didn’t. Because I had plans with you.” I said back.

“Kacey, I really am sorry, but this is like a once in a lifetime thing, you know?” he said.

My mind started racing. I denied something, someone, who I knew would probably never give me the chance again to come over. But I said no because I’m a faithful girlfriend. I was starting to realize it wasn’t that he didn’t meet Adam’s standards, but that Trevor was just an asshole when his true colors came through.

“Have fun. I’ll think about tomorrow. Bye.” I said.

I hung up the phone as I pulled onto Lake Shore Drive, just minutes away from where he was staying. I didn’t know what to do, where to go. It was such a waste of time, gas, and a cute outfit for me to just drive out here for nothing. I pulled over into a CVS after a few minutes of driving around and picked up my phone.

“Hello?” Adam said as he answered my call.

“Hey, it’s Kacey. Listen, something came up with Trevor and he cancelled. What time is the game on? If you still wanted to watch it, that is.” I asked.

“It’s on at six; you can come over now though. You live like 10 minutes from me, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do, but I’m not at home. I drove out to the city but, well…things fell through.” I said.

He laughed and said, “Oh, so I’m the back-up plan? Huh”.

“No! I told you I would have rather come to watch the game, but I didn’t want to cancel last minute. But I’m driving back now; I’ll be there in like 45 minutes if that’s cool.” I said.

“That’s perfectly fine. See you then! I’ll text you my address, call if you need directions.” He replied.

“Okay! Need me to pick anything up?”I asked.

“Nope! Just bring yourself!” he said.

“Great. Bye!” I said.

“Bye Kace.” He replied.

I love the way he said my name, like I was familiar to him. And I loved the way he asked me to call him Adam while we were visiting in his classroom. And I loved a lot more about him, but he doesn’t need to know that.

I knew exactly where his apartment was once he sent me the address. He only lived 10 minutes away from me, like he said, so I was in familiar territory. I got to his house around 5, and realized I was a little too dressed up for watching a hockey game. I was hoping his friends wouldn’t be there…or his girlfriend if he had one. I never got to ask while we were hanging out.

I don’t know why, but I felt some sort of sexual tension during our visit, and sensed it on the phone too. It was like he still saw me as a student he couldn’t have, and I saw him as a teacher who was just a fantasy. But here I was, sitting in the parking lot of his apartment, not in a daydream or fantasy at all.

I fixed my makeup, my hair, and smoothed down my dress. I remembered I had a bag I forgot to bring into my house for the weekend, and was hoping I could find something comfortable to wear in it. It was getting a bit chilly, but I hadn’t noticed while driving. When I stepped out of my car, and walked towards my trunk, I got goose bumps all over my skin and shivered. I think the goose bumps were from being nervous, and the shivers from the cool breeze. I found a pair of short, black spandex shorts and a loose, red tank top from my university. I grabbed them both and headed towards the front door to the complex, texting him that I was here.

He buzzed me in and I opened the door, hesitant to walk through the threshold. I was unsure of what tonight would bring, but either way I knew I had to go in. If nothing happened, no flirtation at all, I knew I’d be disappointed. But if something did happen, I knew I’d be cheating on my boyfriend, whether he was a douche bag or not, it would still be wrong.

I walked up two flights of stairs to the third floor and walked towards his door. It was now 5:05, and my heart was racing too fast for it to be considered normal. I raised my hand, hesitated, then knocked lightly on the door. It opened right away, and I was greeted with a smile and a gesture to come in.

“Wow. You got really fancy for the game Miss Kacey.” He stated jokingly.

I smiled and held up my change of clothes saying, “Remember, I had a hot date tonight but was canceled on. I found clothes in my car to change into.”

“What happened?” he asked, genuinely worried.

“Oh, well, it’s nothing terrible really. He just called me and said he was invited to something 21 and over and that I wouldn’t be able to get in unless I had a fake.” I said.

He looked at me empathetically and said, “Bullshit. Well, he missed out on you tonight.” Then he gave me a big bear hug and I fell into his comfortable and familiar chest.

“My bedroom is that way, you can change in there and I’ll be out here, unless you want me in there with you. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” He winked, clearly joking around.

I thought it over quickly and replied with a wink, “Come if you want, I’m not shy.”

That was a complete lie, because I am the shyest person when it comes to showing off my body. I just figured he would take it as a joke, and stay out here. I was relieved when he laughed and told me which direction to walk in, and then asked if I wanted something to drink.

“Whatever you’re having is fine, thanks!” I said.

I walked towards his room and walked into it eagerly. This room, not like the one I had imagined in my head but so much better, was the setting for many fantasies I had in high school…and after. I closed the door halfway and looked around the room. It was a nice size, bigger than mine at home. His walls were blue, like the color of the ocean and he had darker blue bedding. There were tons of pictures and decorations around the room showing off every place he had been and the people whom he loved. It was such a nice room and the bed looked so big; It must have been a king size. I walked towards the bed, set my clothes on it, and sat on the edge. Incredibly comfortable just as I had thought it would be.

I rolled my dress up my thighs in order to take off my gold heels and nude colored tights. I sat on the bed as I rolled them off and folded them neatly, and then set them on the night stand near the bed. I struggled with the zipper of my dress, not being able to unhook the top clasp above the zipper. I guess I had been struggling for a while because there was a faint knock at the door and then Adam appeared in the room. He smiled and walked towards me, obviously knowing my problem.

“You could have just called for some help, you know. I thought maybe you really did get hurt for a minute! Maybe I do need to be in here after all to watch over you!” he said with a laugh.

I laughed a little bit harder than I should have due to being nervous because of the situation. Here we were, standing 5 inches apart from each other, and a few inches away from his bed, in his bedroom, in his apartment. If I could have seen this coming when I was in high school, I probably would have had a heart attack from excitement. Not kidding.

I turned around so my back was facing him, and asked if he would unclasp the dress and unzip it for me. He complied and then tenderly touched my shoulder, which was nowhere near where he needed to touch. I felt him move closer, and soon his body was touching mine, his fingers lightly caressing the skin on my shoulders and upper back. Now, I know I have a boyfriend, but come on! Do you really blame me?! I leaned into him a little bit, and tilted my head so I was on his chest. His hands ran down my arms and his fingertips set every nerve they touched on fire. I moaned softly, not too sexual, but not too innocent either. His hands traveled back up my arms and over my shoulders, right into my thick, longs curls. I felt his breath on my hair as he inhaled my scent, which was a sexy perfume and amazing smelling hair products. I always got compliments on my hair smelling good, and I was proud at that moment that he would enjoy it.

He moved my hair to one side of my back and over my shoulders, so that it was flowing down my chest, right to my breast. He ran a hand through the hair he had moved to the side and his hand brushed my breast, causing my back to arch. It was a bodily response, one that I couldn’t have even thought to do because it happened so fast. Trevor never got a response like that out of me, actually, not many have. I found myself longing for his touch more when he brought it to my zipper and helped me with my problem. I stood there for a minute, not turning around to face him, but still slightly pressed against his body, although it was less so because he moved back an inch to unzip me.

Glad that I wore my sexy, black lace bra and panties set, I decided to make a move. I looked back of my shoulder into his eyes, tossed my hair so that it fell onto my back, and smoothed my dress down my body. I was never an ass girl; it just wasn’t that big at all. But it was firm and tan, and I was proud for once for someone to see it in a thong. I heard him take a sharp inhale, and I did the same before turning around towards him.

“Need any more help?” he asked, never looking away from my eyes.

I shook my head no, because I couldn’t really speak. My mouth had gone dry from the adrenaline rush I had just got, and I was speechless at his desire filled eyes.

His eyes seemed to speak on their own, and I was hoping mine did the

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