Teach Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

Two months. Two whole months since Ethan and I have slept together. Two months I haven't stopped thinking about that day or let anyone touch me after that. Everytime I saw him in meetings, talked with him, or was alone with him, I thought of him unwrapping my gift. Everytime he licked his lips, I thought of him licking my-I shook my head. I need a shower I told myself lifting myself from my bed. I stripped down to nothing to get into the warm water running. I let my whole body go underneath the water. I sighed when it felt like a liquid blanket being wrapped around my skin.

After standing there for a good minute, I grabbed the bar of soap to the side of me. I rubbed my body with it then rinsed it off by using my hands. I stopped my hands at the side of my hips craving for his hands to be there. They would fit so nicely against it and run so smoothly like I was a delight little flower, yet I didn't feel like one at the moment. I wanted to be touched and roughed up like Lola was that day. The day that started my situation.

Guilt was eating me serval days after the session I had with him, so I told her. I told her everything. I told her how I saw them and told Monica and asked for help. I told her even the littlest details of what we did when we got back to his house. She had joyful tears in her eyes from laughing so hard when I told her I told Ethan I saw them.
"That's why he was acting weird." She whispered to herself more than to me, so I left it alone.
I gave her my apologies, but she assured me she didn't care and that I was all his now. I agured with her saying it wasn't like that with him, but she shrugged off my debate and said give it time. I didn't know what she meant then, but now revisiting her words in my mind, I knew exactly what she was telling me.

I bit my lip before sliding my hand down to my inner thigh. I slid up it about to do it, but I stopped myself. I'm not sure why, but I did. I laid my hands on my braids knowing the sensation between my legs wasn't going to go away unless he did it. I washed away my worries through scrubbing my body. I got out of the shower then started my nightly routine. Jumbled thoughts of how to approach him again were running through my head while I brushed my teeth. Maybe I could just tell him directly, but I was too shy, and he was too busy. I could do it during our lessons after work together, but that seemed like an uncomfortable setting. I sighed landing in a black hole.

I just want him in any way I could get him. I would take a simple kiss because I was so desperate for him. I had to tell him, or these thoughts would drive me crazy.

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I sat behind my desk typing away on the computer of the things I need to collect tomorrow for Ethan. Him, Tim, Mason, and I were all leaving for Soho tomorrow morning at eight for the weekend long meeting with Paul Wilson. We've all been having lunch meetings about what we were going to discuss with him. Tim handled the fincial scores and Mason looked over the reviews of the customers, but Ethan controlled it all. He was the one doing all the talking, so I'm not sure why he wanted Tim and Mason to come along or me. But I wasn't about to question him or pass up a free trip to New York. I printed out the things he needed as well as extra plane tickets just in case someone forgot their original.

"Bitch." She dragged out and sat on my desk.

I looked to my side and laughed at her. "What's up, Monica?"

"Come to lunch with Lola and I."

"When are you guys leaving?"

"In a few minutes."

"I'll be there. Just let me give Ethan these papers."

"Don't pull a Lola while you're in there." She said walking off to the elevator meeting Lola who was flicking her off. She must've heard her.