The Poetry Teacher, chapter 4
We finished eating and stood up from the table, just as Billie put the money on the table, since the slutty waitress left the total. Billie and I left hand in hand, without making contact with the waittress that made a move on Billie. We got inside my car, but just as I was getting into the passenger's seat, Billie chose to drive me. I was surprised at his sweetness, I mean no guy has ever done something like that for me. I smiled and let him in the driver's seat, as I walked around the car and sat in the passenger's seat. Just as we were settled, I asked Billie, "What was that all about, hunnie?" He shrugged and said, "I was just trying to do something nice for my sugar plums." I smiled and said like a little school girl, "You think I'm your sugar plums?! How sweet!" He gave me a peck on the lips and said with a British accent, "I'm not confused my lady, I just called you my sugar plums, because thau lips are so sweet and so juicy that makes me want to to do it with you." I laughed and hit him on the arm and said, "you perverted little British man. You're not making love to me under the London Bridge." Just as I said "London Bridge," he started to sing all the words to Fergie's new song, "London Bridge." I was laughing hystericly, and then started to sing along with him.
We were having tons of fun, like two little teen aged girls in a slumber party. When we finished with the song, he gave me a high five and said, "We should do duets more often," I smiled and said, "Yup, that was fun, now you can hang with me under the London Bridge." He smiled and said, "What about the 'make love' part?" I leaned in to whisper in his ear, saying, "I'll get back to you on that one," he let out a gasp and said, "You trator! How could you get my hopes up like that? You're good." I gave him a peck on his soft lips and said, "Like I said before at the restaurant, I just do." He smiled and sarted to kiss me passionately, I kissed back, being hungrier for that kiss. he said between kisses, "You should teach me," I replied, "Don't worry I'll teach you, but not right now." He replied, "Yes ma'am, you're such a good kisser, aren't you?" I just let out an, "Uhmm," and continued kissing him. Later on, I could feel him trying to go under my shirt, and that's when I stopped kissing him. He asked worringly, noticing I wasn't into it anymore, "What's wrong, sweety?" I replied, "I'm sorry Bill, but I can't do this, not at 16." He nodded and said, "I know, I respect that hunnie. I love you enough to wait until the right time," I gave him a peck, and he he kissed me back passionately, but made it short. He said, "Well, we gotta get going, your mom is gonna get mad." I replied confusedly, "Why?" He replied thoughtfully, "Well, maybe because it's 5:30, way past our getting out time, and you're not home yet."
I gasped and said, "It's five already?! Dang, we gotta go!" Billie nodded and started the engine, then pulled out of the parking lot and sped off. Our first stop was school, just so he could go back to his house in his car. We arrived there quickly, and he parked in the teacher parking lot. He got off my car, with me switching to the driver's seat, and told me good bye. He got in his car and headed home.
We were having tons of fun, like two little teen aged girls in a slumber party. When we finished with the song, he gave me a high five and said, "We should do duets more often," I smiled and said, "Yup, that was fun, now you can hang with me under the London Bridge." He smiled and said, "What about the 'make love' part?" I leaned in to whisper in his ear, saying, "I'll get back to you on that one," he let out a gasp and said, "You trator! How could you get my hopes up like that? You're good." I gave him a peck on his soft lips and said, "Like I said before at the restaurant, I just do." He smiled and sarted to kiss me passionately, I kissed back, being hungrier for that kiss. he said between kisses, "You should teach me," I replied, "Don't worry I'll teach you, but not right now." He replied, "Yes ma'am, you're such a good kisser, aren't you?" I just let out an, "Uhmm," and continued kissing him. Later on, I could feel him trying to go under my shirt, and that's when I stopped kissing him. He asked worringly, noticing I wasn't into it anymore, "What's wrong, sweety?" I replied, "I'm sorry Bill, but I can't do this, not at 16." He nodded and said, "I know, I respect that hunnie. I love you enough to wait until the right time," I gave him a peck, and he he kissed me back passionately, but made it short. He said, "Well, we gotta get going, your mom is gonna get mad." I replied confusedly, "Why?" He replied thoughtfully, "Well, maybe because it's 5:30, way past our getting out time, and you're not home yet."
I gasped and said, "It's five already?! Dang, we gotta go!" Billie nodded and started the engine, then pulled out of the parking lot and sped off. Our first stop was school, just so he could go back to his house in his car. We arrived there quickly, and he parked in the teacher parking lot. He got off my car, with me switching to the driver's seat, and told me good bye. He got in his car and headed home.
