Authors: Jessie K
Lynn moaned as the rushing, vibrant fingers of an orgasm moved across her chest and inched her close to tumbling over the edge. “Fuck her, I’ll come whenever you tell me to.”
Matthew pulled out and turned her to face him. He lifted her gently and pressed her up against a wall. His cock slid right into her and he kissed her slowly, letting his tongue curl around her upper lip.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “Look at me and come with me.”
“Now?”
“I can hear someone in there!” Aria pounded on the door. “Mr. Flint, I demand to see you this instant!”
Matthew took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked until Lynn cried out. She giggled sheepishly. “Sorry!”
He pressed their heads together and stared at her with an intense air of love. Lynn had never felt so close to anyone before, or so complete, never in her life. Even with someone banging down the door, it was still the best sex of her life.
“Matthew.” She gasped. “Matthew, I’m going to come.”
“That’s my girl,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Lynn covered his mouth with her hands, and he covered her mouth with his, and together they shook and moaned through powerful orgasms that left them sweaty and elated.
He sat her down gently and handed her a tissue from the box on the floor. They giggled happily together, quietly cleaning up and finding their clothes in the tornado-esque disaster left in his office.
Aria appeared to have given up, because all was quiet, but they still clung together and whispered. Lynn loved the closeness. She didn’t want to ever stop touching him ever again, and he seemed to feel the same.
When they were certain the coast was clear, they gathered their things and closed his office.
“We need to get you a desk for your apartment,” Lynn said.
“Fuck yes we do. And you need one of those Catholic school girl outfits.”
She picked up the yardstick resting in the chalk holder of his blackboard. “Do you think you can steal this? It could be fun to use. You know, later. In case you need punished again.”
“I thought about taking home the chair I tongue fucked you in during rehearsals. Or walking off with one of the set pieces we defiled.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Could be fun to reenact one day.”
“I think I’ll settle for our super hot director.” Lynn said coyly. “He seems like a fun memento to keep.”
“As long as you actually use him, instead of putting him into a box under your bed with ticket stubs and letters and stuff, then I think I can allow that.”
She giggled. “Who does that?”
“I’ll have you know,” Matthew turned off the lights and draped his arm across her shoulders. “This was a very popular thing to do when I was in high school.”
“You’re so old.”
“You’re so perfect.”
Lynn linked fingers with him and left the school behind, finally in her own happy ending. Just when she thought the day couldn’t get any better, they passed the teacher’s parking lot. A firetruck, a tow truck, and a row of students were gathered around a Mercedes perched precariously on top of another car.
“What on earth?” Matthew pointed.
Lynn just shrugged and laughed. “I guess karma works in mysterious ways.”
PART THREE
MATTHEW
“Great job tonight, everyone!” Viv, the stage manager, pushed the headset piece in her ear and fiddled with the knobs on the radio clipped to her belt. “Matthew, Rebecca, Mr. Lewis wants you both in tomorrow for an early round of rehearsals. Come prepared to work the nightmare sequence.”
Matthew gathered his things and bumped fists with Eddie, his best friend in the show. “Way to kick ass tonight, man. You certainly didn’t hold back.”
“Hell naw,” Eddie winked at him. “I’m gonna knock your ass out during the performance, don’t worry. Won’t have to act out shit.”
“Thanks.” Matthew held up a hand. “I’ll get ya back.”
“Game on, amigo.”
Matthew found Rebecca and worked out times for their morning rehearsals. As he left, it struck him, not for the first time, how fortunate he was to have landed this gig. Posters were already going up all over town, all with his name on them, and he never felt more alive than in rehearsals.
He was in a Greg Ficcus production. In-fucking-credible.
He pulled out his phone once he cleared the theater doors and sent his girlfriend a text to let her know he was free for the rest of the evening. Girlfriend. It still made him smile. On his last day at school, Lynn hid a teddy bear dressed as Shakespeare in his desk drawer.
“To cuddle when you miss me,” she’d teased.
Pinned to his ascot was a note—
Will you be my boyfriend? Check yes or no!
It made him laugh. She brought such a crazy level of joy to his life, and he still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be with her. And now he could
really
be with her, no more sneaking around or hiding. They got to hold hands in public and make out on the subway and play ridiculous carnival games and watch movies in the park while fooling around under a picnic blanket. It was perfect. She was perfect.
Life couldn’t be more amazing. Though, once he did run into Nadia, while picking up some dry cleaning. Turns out, she fell out of the good graces of the Theater Gods and was working overnights at some sleazy diner on ninth. She looked like a hot mess.
Matthew sort of felt sorry for her. Life had clearly not been kind to her over the past two years. She was a cheating whore and did him wrong, but he wasn’t heartless. He wished her the best and went on his way … and paused to text Lynn a note about how much he loved her.
It was a pretty awesome reminder of how sweet life was, even if it was at the expense of his ex-girlfriend.
Matthew stopped at a hot dog vendor for a quick bite. He knew he should avoid them, had lived in the city long enough to know better, but he loved them. It was becoming something of a tradition these days—rehearse all day, hot dog for dinner. He was slathering on the mustard when his phone rang.
Lynn’s beautiful face beamed up at him. He smiled back and swiped into the call.
“Hey beautiful!”
“Guess what!”
“You love me more than you love chocolate? Aria got pregnant? Your parents have decided they want to give me a million dollars?”
“You wish, I wish, and they still don’t know your name. My acceptance letters finally came in today!”
Matthew pumped his fist in the air. “That’s amazing, babe! Which schools?”
“A whole bunch I don’t care about and NYU!” Lynn squealed over the phone. “I’m going to be moving to Manhattan!”
“I happen to know a great apartment complex for you to check out.” Matthew dropped his voice an octave to layer it thick with innuendo. “That’s so incredible, Lynn! I’m so proud of you and can’t wait to have you here in town with me!”
“Things are finally coming together. I can’t believe it.”
“Let me take you out to celebrate tonight!”
“I thought you had rehearsal early in the morning?”
He scoffed and took a bite of hot dog. “Baby girl, did the school year prove nothing? I would stay up all night for you.”
“If you’re sure, I’ll head to the ferry now.”
“One hundred percent.” Matthew waved to the vendor and turned in the opposite direction. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Matthew.”
He whistled as he walked and finished his hot dog. He made a few phone calls to score dinner reservations, dropping Greg Ficcus’ name to bump them up the list, and swung into a flower shop to pick out the biggest bouquet of roses they had.
This was the way life should always be. It seemed impossibly real and perfect. With Lynn by his side, he knew he could do anything. And now they were going to be in the same town, unrestricted by rules and societal expectations. If someone asked him, at the beginning of the year, if he believed everything would turn out happily ever after with Lynn, he could have called them crazy.
He sat on a park bench and waited for his love to join him in the city that never slept. Maybe tonight he would take her back to the rooftop garden and relive their first kiss. Finally, a happy ending for this Juliet and her Romeo.
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