Swimming to Chicago by David-Matthew Barnes

Author:David-Matthew Barnes [Barnes, David-Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781602826083
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books, Inc.
Published: 2011-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Jillian

Jillian came up with a plan to finally get what she wanted.

Harley made it a point to mention three times in class he’d been appointed the chaperone for the Halloween school dance. He said it was his “punishment for being a newbie.”

“Do you have a date?” she asked him once they were alone in the classroom, no other student in sight. Outside, in the main corridor of Harmonville High, students shuffled past the door, moving like dazed cattle from class to class. “For the dance?”

He smiled at her and she fought the strong desire to kiss him. “You mean, am I bringing my wife?”

Jillian nodded in reply. For a moment, Martha LaMont’s beautiful face flashed in her mind. Her gorgeous blond hair, her perfect smile, those peaceful green eyes. She was one of the nicest people Jillian had ever met.

How can I do this to her? She’s never done anything wrong to me. She isn’t evil like Sue Ellen Freeman.

Each time Jillian thought of Martha, she felt a huge wave of guilt wash over her. So she did her best to keep Harley’s wife as far away from her conscience as possible.

That included never uttering Martha’s name aloud.

“She’s staying in. Passing out candy,” he explained. “Which really means she’ll find any excuse she can to go visit the lonely widower across the street.”

Jillian shook her head with disapproval. “She should be with you,” she decided. “I would be…if I were her.”

“Well, you’re not her,” he said. “And for your sake, that’s probably a good thing.”

Jillian thought about unbuttoning her blouse, or lifting her skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She contemplated sitting on the edge of his wooden desk, opening her legs and letting him touch her. She glanced down at his thick fingers, the dark hairs on the back of his big knuckles. She felt her body throb for him.

I need to get out of here…before I do something dumb.

Jillian forced herself to regain her composure. She shifted her body, covered her chest with her binder and the assigned paperback copy of Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure. “I’ll be there,” she promised.

“Oh yeah?” He cracked another smile, and she couldn’t help imagining what his mouth would feel like on her skin. “I’m looking forward to seeing you there.”

She stood there for a moment too long, gazing at him. She let her eyes lower, stopping for a second to rest on the front of his khakis, his crotch. For a brief second, she imagined him naked, what it would feel like to have him thrusting against her.

Jillian shook the image away and moved to the door. Her hand was on the knob when she looked back and said over her shoulder, “Look for me…I’ll be the one in the red cape.”

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