Ch 3: Date Night
Guinne's phone began to vibrate, and she reached into her pocket to retrieve it. Her eyes flashed around the room before looking to the caller id on the outside. Guinne let a grin touch her lips and stood, quickly moving from the room into the hallway.
"Hey, Art. I was starting to think you wouldn't call me, it's been two weeks," Guinne said into the phone as she stepped out of the classroom.
"I've been busy," Art lied, he stared down at the floor. He was in his living room, a homemade pizza on the coffee table before him, half eaten.
"Work, I guess," Guinne could tell by his tone that he hadn't been busy, during the week sure, but two weekends had passed, nearly three full weeks, since the last time they'd spoken. Since that fateful day that their relationship had started on a path that was far different from anything Art had ever envisioned for their futures.
"Yeah, work and stuff, I actually called to ask you out this weekend. There is a party at work, and I, well, as long as we aren't making out or whatever, we could go. Maybe after we can get a coffee and talk."
Talk. That was the word that frightened Guinne, did he mean talk of their relationship ending, or talk of them moving forward with it? "This weekend is good; I have classes Saturday and Sunday, like usual, but my Saturday classes are over at four, I could head over after that."
"Alright, that sounds good, the Party starts around six. I'll see you then," Art was a little scared at the prospect of seeing her, but he knew that he had to; more than that, he knew that he wanted to.
"See you then, I better go, I'm in the middle of my creative writing class," Guinne moved back to the door, having gotten out of its way just in case anyone wanted to use it. "See ya Saturday, love you."
"Bye," Art hung up, she always said 'love you' as goodbye, had since they were little kids, but this time it scared him. He loved her, and he knew that she loved him, but with the changes happening to them... It just frightened him.
Guinne pushed the door open, and slipped into the classroom quietly; her teacher looked up, and frowned slightly. Guinne looked down at her feet, trying to avoid the woman's eyes, hurrying to her seat.
Guinne couldn't manage to pay attention during her class; she doodled in her notebook, thinking about what might happen this coming weekend. How was Art feeling about what had happened between them? Was he going to tell her that it was over? Was he going to ask her to do more things with him? It was all so difficult to wrap her head around. When the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class, Guinne hadn't even put her stuff away. She sighed hurriedly shoving her books in her bag.
"Guinne, can I talk to you for a moment?" Her teacher called to her, Guinne frowned but nodded, coming up to the front of the classroom.
"Yea, Ms. Mercer?"
"I just wanted to remind you that that rewrite is due Monday, I don't want you getting any more behind in class. I shouldn't even have let you do this rewrite, but you talked me in to it. So it better be good."
Guinne's attention had been all over the place the last couple of weeks, and her teacher knew it, she needed to buckle down. "Sorry, I'll have it ready then."
Guinne said her goodbye and ducked out of the class, sighing as she headed for her next one.
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Art set his cell down on the coffee table and looked up at the empty television screen; he could taste Guinne on his lips. He'd spent the last two weeks trying not to think about Guinne, trying to find a way to pretend they hadn't experienced what they had.
He got up, picking the tray of pizza up as well, and heading into the kitchen, he set it next to the stove while he dug around for a container to put it in, once he'd found one he stuck the slices in and then put it into the fridge. His eyes flickered to the window, and then to where Guinne had pushed him up against the counter.
Art couldn't help but think about that morning, about her body pressed to his as she ran her hand up and down his length. He closed his eyes, feeling his erection pressing against his boxers. He looked down at the tent forming there, and unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't think of a better way to get used to thinking of her sexually, than masturbating when thoughts of her aroused him.
So he unsheathed his erection as he exited into the hall, his hand slowly working its way up and down his shaft. It was awkward walking upstairs like that, but he managed to stroke a few times on the way up and was soon lying out on his back on his bed.
Art closed his eyes as his hand stroked him slowly, he imagined that Guinne was in his closet, watching, her fingers buried between her legs, he moaned softly, and soon was splattering his juices all over his stomach and sheets.
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Guinne finished her last class of the day later that evening and rushed back to her dorm room. She would have to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Her side of her dorm room was a mess, with clothes piled in various places; both clean and dirty. Her roommate's half was spotless; the girl was a neat freak, and hated how messy Guinne was. Guinne had stopped caring months ago.
Guinne began digging through the piles of clothes, throwing things on her bed that were a maybe. When she had finally gone through pretty much everything, she moved to the bed, sorting through the maybes. She wanted to look just right for Art, but also didn't want to look too slutty, since it was a work party. She realized she should have maybe asked how formal it was, but decided to just got with moderately. Finally she sighed and threw all of the clothes back on the floor and went to her closet. She had a half dozen dresses, ranging from one that looked like a prom dress, to a few that were practically see through summer dresses. She held each up to her in front of the mirror on her dresser, worrying her lip in thought.
She finally decided on a blue satin one, with a halter top that showed enough cleavage to draw a little attention. It angled down to one side with layers for the bottom part. She set it aside and dug around finding a pair of panties to go with it. Her breasts were still perky enough and with how the dress was designed she decided to be a little risqué and go without a bra, hoping her brother would enjoy that. It took her fifteen minutes to find the blue pumps that went with it, eventually locating them under her bed. With that she set it all up and dropped onto said bed, passing out with pleasant thoughts of the next night.
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The next morning came, and with it classes; Guinne had two on Saturday, math for an hour in the morning, and poetry for two in the afternoon. She kept thinking about that night, about what they might do. She spent the whole day aroused and it was making her a little crazy, but she did her best not to think about it and somehow she managed to get through her classes. Though, as she walked back to her dormitory she decided that it might be best to borrow somebody's notes from both of them. She got home quickly and slid into the shower, she wanted to wait for tonight, but in case nothing happened she decided she had better relieve some of her arousal, or she might try and force something that Art didn't want.
Guinne's fingers slid down between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit slowly. She leaned back against the wall, glad for the no slip thing her roommate had installed in the shower; her eyes closed and she began to rub more vigorously at herself. With the water raining down and flowing through her fingers, it didn't take that long before she was cumming, her whole body shaking with it as she moaned and whimpered, her mind filled with visions of her brother.
Guinne ended up on her knees before her orgasm was finished, unable to keep herself standing as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Quickly she washed up, pulled a robe on, and began doing her hair. It took a few minutes to blow dry and style but soon she was exiting into her bedroom. Maria, her roommate, was at her computer doing homework or something, as she came out.
"Hey Maria," Guinne said as she began picking up what she had decided on wearing, sliding the panties on under her robe. She turned away from her roommate, dropping her robe and pulling the dress on, she adjusted it in the mirror, sliding some nude stockings up her legs, and finding her garters to put on as well. She paused for a moment looking at her feet, Hrm, panties over the garter would make for easier access.
Guinne slid her feet into the pumps and went into the bathroom, quickly sliding her garters back off and then pulling her panties off, she pulled the garters back on, and then the panties on top of them.
"No bra? Garter belt? Stockings? Must be a hot date," Maria called from the other room as Guinne shifter her under things around.
"Something like that," Guinne half mumbled, but loud enough to be heard. Maria got up wandering to the doorway to watch Guinne get ready, her eyes lingering on her roommate's voluptuous form a little more than was perhaps decent.
"Anyone I know?"
"Nope, he doesn't go to school here, he goes to the art institute; friend of my brother's," Guinne lied, Art had come by more than once when Maria was here.
