Love and Spite

_Hey everyone, I noticed some continuity error going on, so let's take this time to clarify that the entire story thus far has been a Friday in a schoolweek, and we're starting this chapter on a Saturday. The practice for the rally is on Sunday, and The LGBT rally is set for Monday, for reference.- - - - - -

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An unsung part of sex is how exhausting it is, and therefore how you sleep like the dead afterward. And when you sleep like the dead, you wake up more rested than usual. Remember, ladies and gentlemen, you need to have sex for a healthy life. I rolled over, expecting to see Zoe there next to me. She wasn't in the bed, but instead she was in front of the TV. She was wearing exercise clothes: a tanktop, leggings, and sneakers and doing squats while watching some show I'd never seen. It looked like a compilation of videos posted to some social media. I guess that's entertainment to the teenagers nowadays, huh?

I sighed, trying not to make too much noise. I didn't want her to know I was awake. I sighed because the age gap was that significant. I couldn't imagine being entertained by some of the slop she was watching on the TV, holding her attention while she was doing squats… but watching her work out that ass that would be bouncing on my dick later was a powerful sensation. Sure, she was hot. But was I capable of reconciling with that age gap? Probably, but I was still waking up and didn't want to think about it too hard.

But while I was being pensive, Zoe looked back and saw me ogling her. Her face lit up, "Good morning, Mas-I mean... Mister Lighter! How'd you sleep?" Something about that phrasing bothered me, but I lost my train of thought when she jumped on the bed and posed next to me. A strong scent of sweat emanated from her.

"I'm okay, Zoe," I said, subtly backing away while staying in bed. She really stank, "But I think of everyone that exists you don't need to call me 'mister Lighter' anymore." She chuckled awkwardly at that, and I didn't understand why. I tried to ignore it, but her smell was actually super powerful, "Zoe, how long have you been exercising?"

She had the realization, and smelled her armpit without an ounce of grace, recoiling at the smell herself and realizing her sweaty hair was staining the pillow she was laying on. She turned bright red, jumped up, ran to the bathroom, and I heard the shower start running. Not that she asked, but I wasn't going to stop her.

I got up and dressed myself. Most of my clothes are suits of varying types. Feathers make the bird, after all, so I choose what suit I wear for the meetings I’d be having that day. Normally I wear a bunch of fairly inexpensive suits, I’m a small-time company lawyer usually, and have two expensive suits for trial days or meeting wealthy people. But today I was in the only set of casual clothes I keep at the apartment, a T-shirt, overshirt, and jeans. I keep my Oxfords in the car, only putting them on if I feel the meeting necessitates it, so I’m usually in sneakers, even when wearing my suits.

I began making breakfast. Making food for two people is a lot easier than just myself, so I made chorizo and egg burritos. Something about hearing the shower running, the TV playing some nonsense, and the sizzle of the stove made my usually empty apartment feel very much like a home.

Speaking of home, I opened my phone, seeing I had a missed call from my mom. I called her back promptly, cradling the phone in my neck.

Felix?

“Hey mom, sorry I didn’t get your call, I was… on a date.” I decided to be straight with her. It’s not like it would make her mad.

You were on a date all night?!? Should I start making wedding plans?

“I was just checking in, Mom,” I said, exaggerated exasperation in my voice. “I should be back home tonight, but who knows.”

‘Kay! Let me know her ring size! I rolled my eyes and closed the phone.

I finished preparing the burritos at nearly the same time as Zoe popped out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. It was erotic, and her dash to her backpack to retrieve it and return to the bathroom to get dressed.

She emerged once more with me having set the table. Well, I say table, but it’s really a bar in the kitchen, so it wasn’t much of an ask.

She happily munched away on the burrito, and I realized I forgot to ask if she had any dietary preferences. But since she didn’t mind, I’m going to assume I did okay.

“So, Felix,” she started between chewed bites, “I need you to come with me somewhere today.” I've come to realize that Zoe was extremely pushy, despite being such a sub. Kind of like she wanted to **** me to **** her.

“Somewhere specific?” I asked, also chewing.

“I need you to meet my…” she paused, giggling about something, “friend.”

That phrasing bothered me, “Something I should be worrying about with this friend?” It was incredibly obvious she was plotting something.

"Well, she might respond negatively when she learns I'm dating an older guy," She said, candidly, "I'm on the Tennis, Track, and Volleyball teams at school. She's a cheerleader. I helped her come out as gay when I saw her ogling some of the girls during my runs."

I didn't quite understand the problem, "Your example was what showed her it was fine to be gay. So what, you're concerned she might react negatively to you being straight or something?" It didn't seem particularly inclusive.

She sighed and stretched, her breasts jiggling slightly to my delight, "It's hard to explain. Some people in the LGBT see going straight as a kind of betrayal," she said happily, "It's possible Emilia may see my choice as leading her on." She giggled again. Her words were not matching her mood.

We left. I wore jeans and a T shirt. It felt odd, I don't usually go out without a suit anymore. Zoe was essentially wearing what she wore to my place last night. She was showing me up, in a way. We went to an Italian restaurant, old Larry's. I'd never been here personally but I had seen it on my commute. It was popular, taking up two places in the popular town square when it expanded from its initial one. Good for them, I suppose. I hope their food's good and that Zoe doesn't get in trouble with this friend of hers.

Zoe was practically beaming about something. It occurred to me that I was out on what was essentially a date with a student right now. I may not be a teacher but this was more precarious than I had been treating it. I guess after having sex with her it was hard to think of her as anything other than an equal. There were several young people here. I hope none of them were Zoe's classma-

"Zoe?" Came a voice from behind me, I looked back at who I assumed was Emilia, "Who's tha..."

And she stared at me.