Confessions

Sitting across from her was ****, for all Richard wanted to do was get his hands all over her. Feel her curves beneath his fingers, her olive skin brush against his lips and her strong thighs squeeze him as they did when she got excited. The restaurant was busier than he had expected, but luckily he had been smart enough to make a reservation. The waiter had given them a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, dimly lit by a candle on their table, away from most of the noise. Richard sat back in his chair, sipping on his drink and admiring the way Jean looked as she leaned forward on the table. When she peered over her shoulder her dress lowered slightly and he got a wonderful view of her deep cleavage. Of all the presents a person could buy their partner, Amy had perhaps made the best long-term investment. For Jeans birthday, about five years ago, she had bought her breast implants, something Jean had always wanted. The psychology teacher had always had a small B-cup, which in Richards eyes was more than enough to do the trick, he had never been too picky. But Jean wanted more and looking at her now, the D-cup she had received were a gift from the Gods.

Jean must’ve caught him looking, as she smiled coyly, adjusting her dress a little. “Richard, why do I get the feeling that you’re hiding something from me…” jean was way too good at her job, which was probably why she started teaching. Richard put his glass down nervously, trying his best to convey some sort a of suave nature.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He did his best to seem confused, but Jean always saw right through him. She gave him a stern look, knowing he was lying.

“We agreed darling, years ago, no secrets between us, now fess up.” Richard sighed, wondering why he had even attempted to keep anything a secret from her. There was never any point, he knew and honestly, it was kind of a relief that he had someone to talk to about it.

“Remember like two years ago, when you told me about that student you were sleeping with, what was her name again?” Jean looked over her shoulder, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

“Eliza, she was a senior at the time, the things she could do with her fingers could’ve ended wars.” Richard just had to smile as he saw his friend reminiscing shortly.

“Yes, Eliza, well remember how I gave you a bunch of shit for sleeping with a student? How it was unprofessional and really, really bad..?” Jean and Richard had always had a certain understanding about their relationship, they’d keep one another a secret from their partners, but keep no secrets from each other. They weren’t exclusive, being free to ‘explore’ as they saw fit, to put it simply, they were ‘friends with benefits.’

Jean gave him a knowing look, confusion appearing across her face. “Well, for the past two months I might have been sleeping with a student of mine and it has been great. It’s hot, it’s bad in the best way possible and I feel as though I owe you a massive apology.” Jeans jaw dropped, her brow furrowed, yet a small smile was clearly on her lips. She shook her head, as Richard scratched his, he wasn’t really sure how she would react, but nothing had been thrown at him just yet.

“I can’t believe it, you dirty old man!” Jean laughed aloud now, garnering a few looks from other patrons in the restaurant. “I can’t believe it, after all the lectures you gave me! God Richard, I though you were hiding something bad from me, this is hilarious!” Richard laughed as well, very surprised by Jeans reaction, but quite happy that she wasn’t angry at him. “Well, what’s the little bunnies name?” Richard slowly leaned forward on the table, as did Jean, they were close enough now that he could see the light of the candle flickering in her eyes.

“Brianna, she’s a junior, I don’t think you’re teaching her. She’s great Jean, pretty, exciting, she makes me feel young.” Jeans hand moved forward, gently stroking his cheek and resting on his chin. Richard met her in the middle of the table and they kissed, a short kiss, yet full of love and understanding. Leaning back again, Jean wiped lipstick of his lips once more, but all Richard could think about was kissing her again and again.

“I’m happy for you darling, but please be careful, Eliza nearly cost me my job.” Richard remembered, there had been a threat of ****, back then. Something about Eliza wanting Jean all to herself, telling her she’d reveal their secret to the world. Luckily nothing had come of it, but Richard knew that he could not let it get that close with Brianna. He’d made some clear boundaries before, but perhaps he had to remind her of them again soon. “Is she any better than me?” Richard grabbed Jeans hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly and keeping hold of it. It seemed like all the women in his life were wondering the same thing… With her hand in his Richard enjoyed the quiet ambiance of the restaurant and this special night that he got to spend with the person he considered his closest friend. Seeing her sitting there he thought about how lucky he must be, to have someone like her to laugh about his life with.

“You have no idea how funny that question is.”