“It can wait. Go back to bed.”
“No, talk to me. The last time you couldn't sleep was last March. Do you have to testify?”
Damn she's perceptive. And persistent. “Cait,” he sighed. “Are you sure you want this now?”
“I love you, Bry, and whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“What is it?” She looked and sounded alarmed.
Caty went pale. “What? Bry... No! No! You can’t be...can you? No!” She jumped up and went to the window. “Tell me there's no way,” she pleaded, spinning around to face him.
“Cait, I woke up, she was there. I don't know how or why, but...”
swung his legs over the edge of the couch and leaned forward, elbows on knees. Bryan
“Noooo,” Caty wailed, fisting her hands in her hair. “It’s a mistake. It’s got to be a mistake.” Her voice fell to a whisper as she sank into a chair. “
Tears coursed down her cheeks. Bryan
“I'm sorry. I am so sorry.” There were tears in his eyes as well. He tried to kneel at her feet, to hold her hands, but she pulled away.
“How could you? How could you let me make you dinner and...and make love to me? God, do you know how that makes me feel right now? You don't remember?” Caty got up and found the box of Kleenex. “How could you?”
Her sudden anger caught him off guard. “I...I don't know. I just don't know.” He returned to the couch. “If I could remember, I would. But honestly, Cait, I don't remember her being there, I don't remember screwing her, and I don't know how she even got in my bed.”
“Oh, God... in your bed? Our bed? I'm going to be sick.” Caty sat down and put her head between her knees.
“Cait, she lied while she and I were going out. I think she is. The baby's due next spring, and there's going to be a paternity test to see if what she claims is true.”
“Is this going to interfere with your probation?” she asked.
“No, getting girls pregnant isn't a crime.” He tried to make a joke. “Just not remembering.”
“Why not you?”
“No, I mean,” Caty gestured, “Why me, why go through all this trouble to impress me? Why not someone who's unattached?”
Peter leaned forward. “Because the first time we spoke, you struck me as beautiful, intelligent, smart, sexy, and you're very fun to argue with. Short redheads aren't my style, nor are tall blondes whose eyes fall out of their sockets when they see my car.”
“You noticed.” Caty laughed.
“There’s not a lot I don't. I'm very observant, and if you were truly happily engaged, you wouldn't have said so much to me last winter, nor been so adamant about not seeing me.” The waiter brought the check, and Peter fished out his credit card. “Sometime during the next few days, I'm going to unravel that mystery and find out what you're not telling me.”
“That’s none of your business. I don't need to tell you anything about“Not true.” He signed the receipt and separated his copy. “You implied there was a huge problem, and I'd like to know what ties you to him. Shall we go?”
or whatever problems you're imagining.” Bryan
“No, we didn’t have a fight. It’s just, right before Halloween, things were back to normal for us, and this afternoon, I called, and he was at the doctor’s office with Valerie, playing concerned daddy. It just slapped me back to reality, that’s all.” She ran her hands through her hair. “And watching Amy getting over Matt, and seeing Gretchen so happy, oh, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it’s just PMS.”
“Sounds more like you’re jealous.”
“Me? Jealous? That’s ridiculous.” Caty snapped her head around to face him. “I’m happy Amy’s moving on with her life, Gretchen’s got her life mapped out, and even Keri’s going out, although I’m not sure she’s really looking for anyone. I just...I don’t know.”
Peter moved through the late-day traffic. “Do you think you’re standing still? You keep saying that every one of your friends is moving on. Sounds to me like you’re trying to hold onto the idea of you and Bryan as this perfect couple.”
“We did get called ‘Barbie and Ken’ a lot. We used to joke about our fairytale romance, and one year, dressed up as Cinderella and Prince Charming.”
“But…” Peter prompted.
“But, I guess maybe you’re right. My life is on hold. I used to believe I would graduate, get married, teach school until I started having babies, and be happy the rest of my life.” Caty shook her head. “Now, I know I’m going to graduate, but the rest is all up in the air. Amy’s going to graduate sometime in the summer and do God knows what. Keri’s got so many job offers, she doesn’t know which to choose, and Gretchen’s going into the Peace Corps, if she gets accepted, then marry
and live happily ever after.” Troy
“She wants to teach P.E. somewhere. She wants to stay in
or at least in the area.” Evansville
“And where does that leave you?”
“In limbo until April.”“Why does your happiness depend on
“Caitlyn, why did you come here?”
“Because, I don’t want to lose our friendship.” Caty sat back down. “I’ve come to value it. I know this sounds selfish, but I enjoy spending time with you, and-”
“Hold it.” Peter held up a hand, shaking his head. “Don’t use me as a substitute, Caitlyn. I’m not the kind of guy who will listen to you gripe and complain about not being able to spend any time with him and who listens to you sing his praises when you do. That won’t work with me.”
“No buts. I put up with some of your bullshit last fall, but that was because you were confused and not sure what you were going to do. Then you made a decision, but since Mommy and Daddy didn’t like it, didn’t support your decision, you went running back to good ole
, whom everyone
approved of, and you stopped rocking the boat. What’s going to happen, Caitlyn,
if you butt heads with a coworker, principal, some other administrator, even a
parent, who doesn’t like what you are teaching in your classroom? Are you going
to stick to your guns, or will you change your lesson plan? Are you going to be
the teacher who changes policy because one of your kids has a need that’s not
being met, or will you be one of those teachers who hide behind the school’s
policy? What do you see yourself doing?” Peter swallowed the rest of his coffee
after that speech and got up to pour another cup. Bryan
His words hit her hard. “I-I guess I never thought about that. I hope I get a school system that stands behind me in starting up the drug awareness program, but if they don’t, I guess part of me would wait until the next year to try again.”
“What about talking with other people in the community?” He sat down again. “Couldn’t you build support then approach the school board again?”
“I guess so.”
“Come on, Caitlyn. Where’s your fire? Where’s the go get ‘em attitude you had in October?” Peter bit into a slice of bacon. “Or did your parents manage to destroy all your faith in yourself?”
Shaken, Caty stood and collected her coat. “They didn’t destroy anything. I see this was a mistake.”Peter moved to stand beside her. “You’re doing it again. Nobody’s giving you the answers you want, so you walk away. Look at me.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I see a beautiful, strong, caring young woman who has a problem breaking away from her parents.” He bent down and placed his forehead against hers. “Or maybe the parents aren’t ready to let her go. Anyway, I believe in you, Caitlyn. I believe you have the strength, the power, the will to do whatever you want with your life.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve got to go get a condom. I’ll be right back.”
“No,” she stopped him. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”
She nodded, tears forming in her eyes. “I want to feel you this time.” She held the blankets out so he could join her.
“Oh, Caitlyn...” He rolled on top of her as she spread her legs and reached down to help him find her entrance, closing her eyes in anticipation.
Ahhhhhh. Oh my. A deep sense of satisfaction overtook her as he filled her. She arched toward him and her eyes flew open when she felt an unfamiliar burst of pleasure.
“What-ooh, Peter!” Caty grabbed his shoulders and Peter’s movements remained steady, but she wanted more. Her hips moved in time with his, and the pressure in her lower body built with every thrust. She heard whimpering noises and squeezed her eyes shut, conscious only of the almost unbearable rubbing pressure between her legs. “I can’t take much more of this,” she gasped.
“You like that?” Peter’s thrusts grew harder. “Oh, Caitlyn, come with me.”
Caty threw her head back with a scream and went limp. Peter shouted her name and collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, squeezing him internally.
“What was that?” She mumbled against his neck when they came up for air.“I’d say someone likes to have her clit rubbed.”