"Maybe you should stay home Nesca. I mean, what's the point of rushing?" Rome said as she came out of the bedroom with one shoe on her foot, looking for something in frenzy. "It's not like he doesn't have another class to. . ."
"I am not rushing." She said, spotting the other shoe, quickly snatching it. "And I can take myself to class. I am not a child Jerome."
She sat to put on the other shoe, stood to examine her outfit, a plain white shirt and blue knickerbockers snugged her body. Blue and white high-tops with silver trim adorned her feet. She looked at Jerome, at the concerned look on his face.
"I'll be fine Rome. Trust me, there's nothing to worry about," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Just, be careful, alright shorty," he said. "Talk to you later." He leaned to kiss her forehead, turned slowly and left.
Nesca pulled into a parking spot on the college campus, dashed into the building and took the first vacant seat in her classroom. Johnny walked in a minute later, noticed her, but continued to his desk.
"Good morning class." He put his books and folder on the desk.
"Why does he look so... relaxed?" she thought. "Why isn't he more upset about my throwing him out?"
"Your homework will seem more, difficult." He shot Nesca a meaningful stare before continuing. "But if you take the time eventually you will see how easy it can be.
"What the. .? Is he trying to say I'm easy?" she thought.
She felt a bolt of hurt strike her heart. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Nesca wanted to run home to cry herself to sleep, but decided to stick it out rather than bring attention to herself.
She listened to the lecture, waiting until after class was dismissed. After everyone left, she sat and waited for him to approach.
Nesca watched his every move. He wore black slacks and white dress shirt that made his burly arms look forceful. He looked so loose and casual, so confident. She stood, mimicked his stance, uncontrollable violence flared up in her. She slapped him across the face with all her strength.
"So I'm easy now?" she said gnashing her teeth. He struggled to regain his composure.
"WH-, what are you talking about?" he said, holding his red hot cheek, trying to keep his voice down, remembering where they were. She raised her hand to him again, threatening.
"Oh, so you want to play stupid now. Don't think I didn't notice that look you gave me." She spoke unsurely, tears flowing. "You think I'm easy Johnny, huh? YOU THINK I'M FU. . . "
Johnny quickly covered her mouth, glanced towards the door before turning to look again in her eyes.
"Now why would I think that?" he said, releasing her. She shot him a daring stare.
"You're referring to my lecture, I believe. I was speaking to the class, but it certainly applies to you." Johnny thought for a second to recall what he had said. "Oh. Okay, I see how you might misinterpret what I said, but really Nesca, this is my work, my life. This must be kept separate from "us" as a couple. But, I
was
talking about being difficult, Nesca. And that if we take our time to figure things out, life, like homework, can be easy." He said, reaching tenderly to wipe the stream of tears from her cheeks.
Johnny looked into her eyes with an intense and stimulating stare until she tore her eyes away. "I wouldn't talk like that to you, calling you easy, for one thing. I wouldn't want to incite you to violence, but I guess it's too late for that." He said holding his jaw, chuckling "You got me good."
"Whatever. It was not that hard." She sniffled, crossing her arms like a toddler, attempting to keep her distance, but he wasn't having that.
Johnny pulled her to his hard chest, stooping to kiss her cheek and down her neck. She tried to hide her gratification, but he knew exactly where to kiss to ease her nerves and excite her. She began to respond instantly, eagerly.
"You're my girlfriend now, can you please start acting like it," he said against her neck. He kissed her again and again, and then turned her to face him holding her arms against her body.
"Would you care to tell me what happened earlier, why you got all... zany. One minute you're fine and then the next thing I know, I get a heap of clothes in my face, you act all crazy and then, baffled , as indeed, I still am, I get thrown, tossed to the curb like trash."
"Really, zany?" She questioned, laughing, purposely ignoring his question.
"Yes really, but seriously, you sure everything's all right?" he asked, concerned, loosening his hold, stroking her arms.
"I can't just put it in plain words like that Johnny." She replied lightheartedly, now tensing again at his sentimental touch.
"That's all right, I can understand if you can't right now. I told you last night and I'll say it again. I like you. A lot more than you think," He said interlacing her fingers with his.
"Yeah, well... I'm still mad at you." Nesca said pulling away to finally get some distance between them.
"For what?" he said, throwing back his head and putting his hands on his head, a wild expression on his face.
"I gotta go," she said, peeking at the clock, ignoring his reaction. "I got to be somewhere in a couple minutes."
"Okay. Well, call me... for real this time, Nesca." He replied seriously then sat in the seat behind her and pulled her to him. "Friday, I'll be picking you up at... eight."
"Is that a date Professor?" She said turning around, raising her brow.
"Yes, it is Ms. Omorose. Now give me something to think about till then." he said, pulling her to stand against him, his legs spread wide as if to capture her, kissing her deeply. She returned the kiss passionately, running her fingers through his fine hair, messing it. She used her tongue then, moaning into his mouth as he groaned with pleasure. Her hand, at the nape of his neck, drew his mouth tight against hers. His hands grasped the twin globes of her shapely ass pulling her against his rising need.
Nesca kissed from his mouth to his cheek, then down the base of his neck, licking little wet spots, then blowing on them. She didn't stop until she felt his cock, long and hard, even through their clothing. She eased from his embrace. He stood and whispered in her ear "Damn! I said. . ."
"Do not even finish that statement." She said, cutting him off, laughing.
"I'm joking. Well... maybe." He said pulling her back into his arms.
"Talk to you later, Johnny," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She was about to leave when he pulled her against him once more, held her by her ass.
"Baby, why are you tormenting me with all of this?" he said teasingly, kissing her neck, getting back to what he had started, grinding his sex against hers.
