Page 39 of Love Lessons

Lena shrugged. Did he really want to hear this? But when she hesitated, his face grew stern and she didn’t want to disappoint him. I was going to do some laundry, but I can do it tomorrow. And I was going to work on a letter to the school district office about their decisions for my program. I need to do some lesson planning, but only for one class. And I was going to make enough of some sort of food to have some leftovers during the week.

He nodded seriously, like all of this was important information. Thank you for telling me. How much time do you need for lesson plans and the school district letter?

I want to say an hour? But maybe two if I get carried away. I can put it off until tomorrow, though. Usually I’m actually much busier, but I hit a week where all of my committee work happens to be a little low, and next week I’ll mostly be teaching lessons that I’ve done before and feel pretty good about.

Dustin smiled, his eyes crinkling. I’d love to see you teach some time. I bet you’re amazing. And I’m sure you’ll tear the school board to pieces. In the most respectful, pointed way, of course.

Lena found herself blushing again, but for a different reason this time. It was like Dustin was crossing all of the parts of her life. She expected her colleagues to compliment her for her work and the men she brought home to compliment her for her body. It was nice, though. Like he was interested in her instead of just what she could do or how she looked.

She wasn’t quite sure what to say, though.

I think we can fit all of that in, he continued. Just remember that you can use your safewords if you need to. Or just ask me if you have a question.

Lena nodded, even though she was still feeling confused. Was she supposed to safeword about doing her laundry?

Then, Dustin switched topics again. What type of movies do you like?

Fuck. She might as well rip up every script she had. I like almost everything. Mostly action movies. Sci fi or rom coms if they’re written well.

He nodded, picking up the remote. Good. Come on over.

This was just… confusing. They weren’t going to have a scene now? But why did it feel so intense? She needed a moment to think. I have to use the bathroom.

He nodded, as though in approval. Did she need his approval to use the bathroom? Did she want to need his approval? You can change into more comfortable clothes if you prefer.

She felt herself bristling. Did he have an issue with her gender presentation after all? Like what?

Pajamas? Sweatpants? A cozy t-shirt? That dress seems pretty soft, though. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. He turned back to the remote.

Alright, so it wasn’t about her gender fluidity. Was he just killing time now that they were supposed to spend the day together?

She headed to the bathroom, then decided that she might as well actually use it while she was in there. And she dragged out a washcloth to wipe away any sweat and freshen up. She checked her makeup, which didn’t really need the touch-up that she gave it.

Then she went to her room. What did “something comfortable” mean? She certainly wasn’t going to wear sweatpants. And she was still very much in Lena mode.

She stripped off her dress, padded bra, and undies, then drew a sheer babydoll camisole from her wardrobe. The white material was almost translucent in the bright light streaming through the windows. The straps were a stretchy lace, and it fit tightly over her chest and then flared out over her middle. She loved how it looked on her, and even more how it felt as it gently swished around her waist.

She usually liked wearing a bit of padding over her chest, but she liked even more the idea of teasing Dustin with a glimpse of skin. Her nipples stood out proudly under the fabric. Then she slipped on a pair of white, satiny panties, made for her anatomy. The camisole hung down to mostly cover them, but the diaphanous fabric left little to the imagination.

She imagined him tracing over it with his hands, kissing her through the fabric. Maybe pulling down the panties and spanking her bare ass, since she still had a punishment coming. Even if she had to stand in the corner or kneel for a long time, which she’d never actually done before but kind of wondered about, Dustin would have something pretty to look at. It was a good outfit for a punishment, and hopefully a reward later.

She strutted out to the living room, feeling sexy and back in control again.

Dustin immediately looked up and she remembered that he could hear her footsteps even though speech was difficult for him to interpret.

She strutted toward him, putting a seductive sway into her hips and ending with a practiced spin.

Dustin looked her over, then shook his head with an amused smile. You’re beautiful. And believe me, I want to rip those right off of you. But they’re definitely not your most comfortable clothes.

She found her arms rising over her chest, covering herself up. His words and eyes both said that he found her outfit arousing, but had she disappointed him somehow? Was he laughing at her?

Come here, he motioned gently. She tried to swivel her hips as she moved toward him, but her balance felt off.

He pulled her into his lap anyway. You’re fine. Come watch the movie.

His chest was warm against her back, and she liked the feeling of his strong arms around her. Everywhere he touched seemed to burn through her, the thin fabric of her lingerie and her bare legs making it all the more alluring. He nuzzled against her cheek for a moment and then rested his head against hers.

He’d started some action movie just past the credits, so she wasn’t sure what they were watching, and she was honestly too distracted and turned on to care. There were federal agents and apparently someone had stolen something. She wasn’t reading the subtitles, so it became a stream of people standing around talking frantically at each other, interspersed with some high-tech maps projected into the air.