He was expecting me

I pulled up next to the curb and put my car in park, then let a breath out. The clock showed 10:30 am, pretty close to the time I was here last Saturday, I think, adding to the believability of this whole fucking thing. I was hoping for a similarly enjoyable tutoring session. But we’ll see. I was a little nervous, but not much. I figured he’d be there, especially if she told him I’d be coming. I smirked. I’d be cumming. Well, maybe. We’ll see how it goes, I guess.

I blew out another breath, chasing whatever nerves remained away, and sprayed a couple spritzes of cologne in the air and leaned into them. Had to smell nice for my lady. Our lady, I suppose. I smirked again, knowing the first one was a little more apt a description. My lady. My girl. I shook my head as I smiled, once again thoroughly enjoying being me.

I quickly checked myself out in the rearview mirror and gave myself a nod. Nice. Better than him. More handsome, for sure. Taller, obviously. Better body. I’m assuming a much bigger dick, too. The whole package. With nothing else to worry about, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, lightly clearing my throat, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and confidently walking up to the door to ring the doorbell, casually looking down at my outfit. Nice jeans and a hoodie, with a form-fitting t-shirt underneath that showed off my arms and chest, in case the happened to be a pissing contest later on.

I could hear voices. Hers and his. It didn’t sound happy. His seemed annoyed and whiny. Hers, apologetic. I paused for a moment, but I’d already come this far. To leave now would be a little strange, especially after ringing the doorbell. And besides, I wanted to see her. Out of school. So bad.

I looked up when I heard footsteps, and when he opened the door his face went from mild curiosity as to who might be here, to his face dropping when he saw me. I smirked confidently as his shoulders dropped.

“Oh,” he said, trying but failing to hide the disappointment in his voice. He cleared his throat in an attempt to strengthen it. To add authority. “You’re here.” His attempt failed, as his voice merely sounded annoyed, in a mousy kind of way, no doubt higher pitched than he’d intended it to come out. Deeper voice too. Another point for me.

“What’s up, bro?” I asked, not caring in the slightest as I stepped across the threshold and past him, inviting myself in. He looked mildly stunned as he took a step back and let me in, not that he would have been able to stop me if he tried. “Good to see you again.” I extended my hand, remembering how that went last time.

He must have too, but he was polite enough to take it. His hand was a bit clammy. Cold. Small in mine. I smiled my patented charming smile, nodding as I firmly shook his hand. I didn’t squeeze as hard as last time, but I didn’t have to. The damage to his ego last Saturday carried over to today, apparently. He had no idea what I’ve done with this hand. Where these fingers have been.

“Yeah,” he cautiously said. “You too.” It was a lie, of course. That much was obvious. He didn’t want me here, and I imagine that’s what the argument was about when I walked up. He tried to stare me down in some feeble attempt at manliness, but it just came across as laughable. I almost did laugh, but settled on staring right back into his eyes. Polite, but confident. He was nervous. He should be. Cause I was feeling bold today. Even more so, now that we’d gotten that brief greeting out of the way. Fucking prick. My shoulders straightened as I stood up tall, silently letting him know all he needed to. I smiled at him, his eyes unable to hold my gaze.

“Uh-” he faltered, stammering a bit. “Babe?” He called out, looking uneasy. Uncomfortable with me being here. He seemed…insecure. And wholly inadequate. He glanced at me again and then quickly looked down when he saw I was still staring at him. As if he were reading some message written on the floor, he pretended he wasn’t as intimidated as he was, his eyes stuck to the floor. He hadn’t even closed the door yet. When I pushed it closed, he opened his mouth and looked up, as if to say ‘yeah I was just about to do that.’ Sure, buddy.

She stepped out from the kitchen and timidly walked toward us, her nervous eyes greeting me as they kept our secret. I smiled and my eyes lit up when I saw her, which she no doubt noticed. I wonder if he looked at her the way I did. Her cheeks went pink and she tucked her hair behind her ear in that nervous, subconscious little way she always seemed to. Was she hiding an appreciative smile? No. I must have imagined it. She quickly cast her eyes down to the floor as she approached, her hands slowly fidgeting together.

“Um, hey,” she said, slowly looking up at me. I grinned a toothy grin, happy to see her. She looked adorable. She wore a light blue hoodie, and pair of white sweat shorts that were meant for the eyes of men. Jesus Christ. Tailor-made for her, hugging those hips, and that cute little ass. I had to consciously keep my mouth from opening, swallowing to make sure I didn’t start drooling. Her hair was still damp, indicating she had been out of the shower for no more than 20 minutes or so. I like to think that she took that shower for me. I could smell the clean coming off of her. Her shampoo. Oh God. Controlling myself was going to be harder than I thought.

“Nice to see you again,” I said, smiling at her.

Her face went pink again, as she correctly read between the lines of my remark. She looked so fucking good. My God. She nervously fidgeted her hands together as she stood there, one leg slightly bent as she subtly swayed, unsure of how to respond. But she didn’t need to. She glanced at Beckett, the moment becoming a little awkward. He didn’t seem to notice the hidden conversation we were having, so she looked back at me for some sort of guidance.

“Ready for me?” I asked, a smirk on my lips to stress the double meaning of my question. I know she knew what I meant. Her eyes widened before she quickly cast them down to the floor, her face going pink again.

“Uhh,” Beckett uneasily said, nervously clearing his throat. He seemed to be annoyed by the small talk between her and I. I looked back at him and smiled politely, not wanting to rock the boat and embarrass her in front of him. His eyes were filled with a strange kind of look. Anger? Annoyance? Fear? Maybe none of those. Maybe all three. Yet he said nothing else about me being here. Arguing even as I walked up, presumably about my planned arrival, but then just letting me just walk into his house. Was he as much of a pussy as I thought he was? I believe the answer is yes.

“All good, bro?” I asked Beckett, feigning innocent curiosity. After a few moments he nodded quickly, then put on a polite smile, as if he were imagining things. Surely I wasn’t trying to steal his girl.

“Yeah,” he said as if it were no big deal. “All good.” But his eyes told me the truth. He was concerned.

“Why don’t we…” Miss Laura interjected, her voice quiet, with the tone of a peacemaker, hoping to smoothly cut through the awkward moment. “…sit at the table,” she finished, her voice timid.

My eyes lingered on his for a moment longer, faking friendliness. “Yeah,” I said brightly, looking back over at her. “Sounds good.” I smiled at her, and she couldn’t hold my gaze. Too much had happened between us for the moment to not be weird. She turned around to walk back into the kitchen, and my eyes were rewarded with the sight of that small ass lightly bouncing in front of me as I followed her.