Chapter 13: Public Teasing

The text from David arrived mid-morning while I was pretending to focus on lecture notes in the campus library, my phone screen lighting up like a live wire against the quiet hum of pages turning. Katie’s at that evening study group until ten. Meet me in the parking lot behind the old mill at seven. Wear the blue skirt. No emojis, no extra words—just that low command that always made my stomach tighten and heat bloom low between my thighs. I stared at it for a long minute, thumb hovering, the memory of our secret weekend still fresh enough that I could feel the ache of him everywhere. Love and guilt tangled tight in my chest, the same knot that had been growing since he’d whispered he was falling for me between slow, claiming thrusts on his sheets. But my fingers typed yes before my brain could argue.

I changed in the campus bathroom at six-thirty, swapping jeans for the short blue skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh and a soft white blouse that clung just enough to show the faint outline of my nipples when the air hit them. No panties. The drive out to the abandoned mill lot felt endless, twilight painting the empty asphalt in deep purples and golds. His truck was already there, parked in the far corner under the shadow of overgrown trees. I pulled up beside it, heart slamming so hard I felt it in my throat.

David stepped out first, the familiar broad line of his shoulders cutting a silhouette against the fading light. He didn’t wait for me to open my door. He crossed the space between our vehicles, opened mine, and pulled me straight into a kiss that tasted like coffee and barely leashed hunger. His hands slid under the hem of my skirt immediately, palms warm on bare skin, confirming what he already knew.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my mouth, voice gravel-low. “No panties. Exactly like I wanted.”

He guided me into the passenger seat of his truck without another word, the leather cool against the backs of my thighs. The cab smelled like him—cedar and faint motor oil and that clean soap he used—and the second the doors shut the outside world felt miles away. He started the engine but didn’t pull out right away. Instead his hand landed on my knee, sliding higher with deliberate slowness until his fingers disappeared under the blue fabric.