But now they were heading back to the bar and he hadn’t said anything. Not, “I love you too,” or any kind of comment at all in response to her open and honest statement of her feelings for him. With a sinking feeling low in her belly, she wondered if she had done the wrong thing.
Maybe, she thought with sudden sorrow, loving the devil is nothing more than a one-way trip to hell.
Candace finished writing her new scene and as she reread it, she had a spark of insight about the piece of the puzzle between her and Charlie that she had been missing all along.
It was one thing for her to learn to enjoy taking pleasure in Charlie’s arms—lots and lots of pleasure!—but it was another thing entirely for her to lead the way.
Her path was suddenly crystal clear and she wanted to jump for joy. Lesson five was going to be different than the previous four lessons, for one big reason.
She was going to be the teacher this time.
Decision made, she grabbed her car keys, and locked the front door behind her. If everything went according to plan, she wouldn’t be coming home tonight.
* * *
Charlie sat in his living room and stared blankly at the TV. “I’m such an idiot,” he told himself, taking a large swig from the beer he’d pulled out the six-pack by his side.
“She was going to ask me to come inside, probably to her bedroom, and I act like a sixteen-year-old boy!”
He shook his head at his stupidity. He couldn’t believe how nervous he got around Candace whenever it came time to wrap up their lessons. That he was still afraid she’d say, “Thanks so much for everything, and by the way, I never want to see you again, you pervert.”
He wanted so desperately to tell her he was in love with her, even though he had only known her less than two weeks. As it was, the fact that they had mind-blowing sex during each of the lessons was a little weird, but at least they had an upfront agreement about it: Whatever happened during their lessons, stayed in their lessons.
If only they had made some sort of agreement about their emotions. Something like: If I fall in love with you, I can tell you how I feel and you’ll say you've fallen in love with me too.
Charlie sighed and flipped the top off another bottle. Getting drunk was the sucker’s way out, but since that’s what he was, he drank up.
A knock on his door startled him out of his not-quite-drunken-enough stupor. He plopped the beer bottle down, sloshing sticky liquid all over the coffee table, and dragged himself to the door.
“Probably some kid trying to sell candy bars,” he muttered as he turned the doorknob.
“Hey Charlie!” Candace said, as she stood on his doorstep looking more glorious than any angel ever had. “Could I come in?”
He nodded and stepped aside dazedly.
She was still wearing the short yellow skirt and pink top from their jaunt to the zoo. She looked tastier than ever, especially since the zippy night air had puckered her ni**les up beneath her thin cotton tank.
She turned to him with a determined look in her eyes. “I was thinking about lesson five, and all of the wonderful lessons we’ve already had. I think we need to shake things up a little bit for this last lesson. So, for lesson five, which I believe you told me was going to be about role playing, I’m going to be the teacher and you’re going to be the student.”
Charlie’s c**k stood up at attention as he took in her words. He was speechless, stunned that she had magically appeared on his doorstep, mesmerized by her beauty, and bowled over by how she wanted to reverse their roles.
Not waiting for any response for him, she walked out of his foyer and down the hall, until she reached the door of his master bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You don’t want to be late to class, do you? ‘Cause I hear the teacher spanks her students when they’re bad,” and then disappeared into his bedroom.
By the time he snapped out of his fog and jogged down the hall to the goddess who awaited him, Candace was nowhere to be found in his bedroom. Hearing the water running in his adjoining bathroom, he peeked his head into the doorway and saw a blessed sight.
Candace was leaning over his enormous spa bathtub, setting the water temperature and jets.
And she was completely, blessedly naked.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, but she whipped around and said, “Keep your clothes on.”
He stopped with the shirt mid-way up his torso. “Huh?”
She walked up to him and pressed her full br**sts up against his chest. “You heard me. I want you to keep your clothes on until I tell you otherwise,” she said, and then spun around and gingerly dipped a toe into the hot water. Slipping into the tub, she stretched out fully, with her ni**les jutting proudly out of the water. They puckered tightly as cool air blew across them.
“Soap me up,” she said, and Charlie immediately gathered up a small washcloth and a bar of herbal soap off the holder by the sink.
“Kneel on the bath mat,” she directed him, and again he did as she bade. Then she crossed her legs in the tub and wiggled the toes on her right foot. “Start here.”
Incredibly aroused by the way she had taken charge of their lovemaking, Charlie thought his c**k was going to explode in his pants. He wet the small, soft terry cloth towel, slid it over the bar of soap until it foamed, and rubbed it over the arch of her foot, making her moan with pleasure.
He worked the cloth diligently up her right leg, leaning over the rim of the sunken two-person tub to touch every inch of her smooth skin, running the cloth past her kneecap, across the top of her thigh. And then, just as he got to the apex between her legs, he stopped, lathered up the towel and started with her left foot, mirroring his actions on her left side.
“Wash me, student.”
Charlie held back a grin and obeyed her again, pressing the cloth firmly into her pu**y lips, rubbing it back and forth over her clit, watching her ni**les grow engorged as she got more and more aroused, watching the pulse in her neck beat wildly as she closed her eyes and arched her back.
She came undone beneath his hand.
He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was in charge of this lesson, so he continued to rock her pelvis in the palm of his hand until her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes again.
“Take off your clothes and get inside the tub,” she said evenly.
He was surprised by how controlled she was, considering she had been screaming and writhing just moments before.