Chapter 7: A Song, Incomplete

I slipped out the window, taking care to close it back. Across the roof onto the walkway and out the gate into the waiting cherry red van. I hopped in and tossed my pack in the back. Suzie started the engine and drove off. Taking stock of the situation I noticed a few things; the ashtray were clean, Suzie’s chestnut hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a nicotine patch on her arm.

“You trying to quit?”

“I’ve been cutting back, so I don’t smell like smoke during our lessons. Since this one is overnight ... I thought I’d cheat a bit.” That’s actually really considerate.

“You can smoke without triggering a flashback, just not in my presence and a no to the ‘blowing smoke’ at me. Mindy smokes, but she’s taken to doing it outside or with an open window. I do wish she’d quit though.”

“How’d you get them to okay our little overnight adventure?”

“I implied that I was going to spend the night at Robert’s house to try out my new room. Moira isn’t expecting me. Mindy probably figured it out, but she won’t rat me out. I told the girls I wouldn’t be in school. I should be home free.”

“My husband and the boys think I’m visiting my Aunt in the hospital ... which I will have to do. I assume you can entertain yourself.”

“I’ve got books in my bag. I do need to find a store though.”

“What for?”

“Moira’s wedding will be this weekend. I’ll need a suit. Probably need some winter clothes too.”

“You have enough money for that?”

“Yep and I figured I could buy you dinner too.”

She laughed, “You think this is a date?”

“I think it’s us going far away for a night. We can play pretend for a night.”

“All right, but you better get a nice suit.”

It was a four-hour drive to the city she was visiting. I waited in the car while she went into the hospital to visit the aunt-in-question. After that we swung by a nearby mall. I bought a few jumpers and then went to a store for formal wear. I picked up a couple of button downs including replacing my blue one I’d brought to Valleyview. I seemed to have gained a couple of inches in height since my last shopping spree, so I went with a size larger just in case the trend continued.

I picked out four ties to contrast the button downs and a grey wool suit. I was trying on the ensemble when I heard a knock on the changing room door. I opened it and Suzie stepped in.

“Okay?”

“If the attendant asks you needed help.” And she pushed me on the bench at the back of the booth. She sat down on my knees and shoved her tongue down my throat, but I was quick to fight back with a hand slipping beneath her jeans.

When she broke for air I asked, “You planned this?”

“How’d you know?”

“No panties.”

She stood and her jeans hit the floor. I popped up and did the same with the suit’s slacks and my boxers. I barely had time to sit back on the bench before she slid back onto me.

“Oh ... fuck.”

I chuckled. She bit her lip to keep herself silent and began riding me slowly. Her training had been effective enough that it would take quite a while for me to cum if she kept up that pace. She went up, then slid down her eyes never leaving mine. Her lip clenched between her teeth. In spite of the enamel barrier a few grunts escaped as she increased her force, but not her speed. I could tell she was close. I’d learned her cues well during our lessons. I reached between us to gently rub her clit. A few seconds later she slammed all her weight down on me and uttered, “Fuck ... So good.”

The knock came almost instantly, “Are you two alright in there?”

“Sorry, my zipper was stuck.”

“Did your mom get it?” Suzie stood and pulled her jeans back on and I did the same with my slacks, my cock still aching and stiff.

Suzie opened the door and the teen attendant was sniffing the air. “Yeah, Can I wear this out?”

The attendant looked more than a bit worried, but answered, “Assume you pay for it ... that’s fine.”

I gathered up my normal clothes, belongings, and earlier finds and pulled the tags from the jacket, slacks, tie, and shirt. Then we followed her to the till and I parted ways with a good bit of the cash I’d stolen from my father. I slipped off to a bookstore and parted ways with a bit more.

After that, Suzie found us a restaurant a midscale Italian place complete with red checkered tablecloths which amused me to no end. She insisted I set at the inside of the booth made a point to sit to my side, not across from me in the chair. She ordered some bruschetta to start and chicken parmigiana. I went with lasagna. The grandmother’s cooking was quite decent, but her repertoire was pretty limited. She stuck to ‘southern dishes’ with a little bit of the family’s vaguely Irish heritage added on and her insistence on regular meals and mealtimes meant I rarely cooked for myself.

After the waitress and taken our order Suzie unzipped my slacks and fished my cock out. She leaned down and whispered, “Have you figured out the lesson yet?”

“Judging by the look on the store attendant’s’ face ‘how to get caught in a compromising position.”

She caressed my cock. She had no intention of bringing me off, but she wanted me to stay hard. She would caress it, pull her hand back, wait a minute or two, and then repeat the process. She whispered again, “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

“We’ve worked on my staying power quite a bit.”

She returned to a normal voice, “I know, but this is about delaying satisfaction.”

She had both her hands on the table when the waitress returned with the bruschetta and our drinks. Then the game continued, “An progress with your little girlfriend?”

“I don’t have one of those.”

“The girl next door then.”