The Education of Sebastian & the Education of Caroline (15 page)

I hoped Sebastian would be able to get a couple of hours sleep—he started his new job today. It was only bussing tables at a country club outside of La Jolla, but it would keep him out of his parents’ way and meant he’d eventually have enough money to buy a car—especially if tips kept up, as Ches had promised.

I had the interesting task of cleaning the house and erasing the evidence of occupation so it would pass David’s undoubtedly close inspection later on.

The day dragged almost unbearably. The only bright side was that David stayed out of my way. I managed to send Sebastian a quick text halfway through the morning. David was in the shower and I was vacuuming his study. I had just a few minutes.

* I’m ok. Hope all good with you? *

I waited anxiously for his reply but my cell stayed ominously silent. When I heard David dressing in the bedroom, I turned it off.

Throughout the day, I checked it intermittently, my anxiety increasing with every hour that passed. I finally got a reply late in the evening.

* Sorry, baby. Got called in to start work early.

Weird place! Tomorrow? Please say yes. *

He called me ‘baby’!

I wondered why the place was weird. Yes, tomorrow. God, that seemed a long time from now.

I felt better after reading his message, but was sad that I had to delete it immediately. But my sense of well-being evaporated when it was time to go to bed. With my husband.

I was reading a book: well, I was trying to concentrate but the words swam in front of my eyes. I switched off the light and turned on my side, hoping this would protect me. My breathing was shallow and I tried to slow it down to appear as if I were really resting. I felt the bed shift and couldn’t help holding my breath. David leaned over and ran his hand over my hip.

“Not tonight, David,” I said, trying to speak naturally. “I’m tired. Last night was very late.”

Especially for me
.

“You’re not menstruating—what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“Hmm.”

He didn’t say anything else but rolled to his side of the bed. I breathed slowly. Soon he was snoring, but it was much later that I was able to relax enough to sleep.

I was awake before the alarm—occasionally David liked to be jerked off before breakfast and I wanted to avoid that particular scenario.

I made sure his uniform was laid out, coffee was waiting; bacon and pancakes delivered with military precision on a hot, fucking plate.

But it wasn’t enough to earn as much as a ‘good morning’; he was making it very easy for me to leave him.

As soon as he was out of the house, I texted Sebastian.

* Meet you at the park—30 minutes? *

He texted back seconds later.

* Not soon enough but I’ll be there *

My heart lightened immediately.

I ran into the bedroom and dug out the knee-length floaty skirt and strappy top that I’d planned to wear. I’d shoved my hair into a ponytail before breakfast, but now I shook it out and brushed it vigorously. I’d noticed that Sebastian liked to run his hands through it when we made love.

I didn’t bother with colored lipstick, just a little gloss, as I wasn’t planning on wearing it for long. Just thinking about kissing Sebastian made my heart race … and other things. Yes, I definitely felt a little moist—best to concentrate on finding sandals that matched.

He was waiting for me. I’d barely stopped the car before he was opening the door and climbing in, a huge smile on his face.

“Hi!”

His eyes glowed with love and something darker. He took my breath away.

“Hi!” I grinned back at him. “So, where do you want to go?”

I pulled out into the road, happiness flooding through me.

“I don’t care. Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”

“Shall we go to our coffee shop in Little Italy?”

He raised his eyebrows. “That’s a bit public for what I had in mind.”

“Which is?” I said, innocently.

He smiled wickedly and without speaking leaned across to bury his head in my lap, biting me softly through the thin material of my skirt and running his hands along my bare legs and up to my panties.

“Sebastian! I’ll crash!” I whimpered.

He let his fingers stray a little further and I gasped. Then he sat up slowly, leaving my skirt bunched up around the tops of my thighs.

My breathing had accelerated and my hands were clenched into fists on the steering wheel.

“That was really stupid and reckless!” I said, my voice shaking. “I could have had an accident.”

“You were fine,” he said, arrogantly.

I shook my head, really rather angry with him.

He just grinned.

Two could play at that game
.

I stopped the car, letting it rest at a crazy angle, half-on and half-off the curb. I got out, standing with my hands on my hips.

“Caro?”

He looked at me anxiously then came and stood next to me, worried that he’d really upset me.

I passed him the keys.

“You drive.”

“Okay,” he said softly, still concerned.

Without speaking, we got back into the car and he pulled away from the curb. I let him drive a short distance before I reached over and squeezed his balls, hard.

The car swerved across the lane and the truck behind honked loudly.

“Fuck!”

“Not so easy to concentrate, is it?” I said.

I’d just contributed an important lesson to his portfolio of life skills, and safety while driving. They should cover it in Drivers’ Ed.

Sebastian glanced at me then, as we passed a weed-covered, overgrown and empty lot, he pulled over suddenly.

He cut the engine and the sudden silence whispered out between us.

I felt a tremor of apprehension—I had no idea what he was going to do.

“I have a whole box of condoms.”

His voice was quiet but his eyes were blazing. I think my mouth dropped open.
Another whole box? Wow!

Two long seconds ticked by as we stared at each other. I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were tearing at each other’s clothes.

“Back seat!” I gasped.

I clambered over the seats and felt him bite my ass. Then he forced me down onto the seat, tugging his t-shirt over his head. I ran my hands greedily over his chest and stomach, then pushed my right hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the condom packet. It was still wrapped in cellophane so I used my teeth to rip it open. It exploded apart and condoms showered down around us.

Sebastian caught one and kneeled up, tearing the foil. I yanked down his zipper.

“Ow! Careful, Caro!”

“Sorry,” I breathed. “Let me kiss it better.”

There wasn’t much room to maneuver in the backseat but I managed to take him briefly in my mouth before he pulled back and shook his head.

“Caro, I’ll come in about three seconds if you do that—and I want to be inside you.”

“Okay, but let me do the condom; you have all the fun.”

He stared at me as if he couldn’t believe what I’d said, but passed me the little piece of latex. I pinched the nipple like I’d seen him do and then carefully rolled it all the way down to the hilt. It didn’t seem to want to stay in place so I tried tugging it.

Sebastian pushed my hands away, groaning loudly.

“Fuck, Caro!”

The slippery little sucker wouldn’t stay put but Sebastian eventually wrestled it into submission, pulling it down. Seeing him touch himself like that drove me crazy.

His eyes were wild as I grabbed his jeans and dragged them down, running my hands over his firm ass-cheeks.

He groaned louder then clawed at my panties, tugging them roughly down my trembling legs. They were still hooked over one sandal, waving like the flag of a defeated army when he plunged into me.

He buried his head in my neck and I clutched him inside and out.

“Ssh, Sebastian. Let me feel all of you.”

He drew back slowly and I clenched tightly, making him moan again.

“Yes, like that,” I breathed, running my nails over his back.

Twice more he moved inside me slowly, luxuriously, letting me enjoy the delicious sensation, watching my face as I gazed at his. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t! I can’t!” he moaned. “Please, Caro!”

Without waiting for my reply he started pounding into me. I felt his whole body stiffen suddenly and he cried out softly.

For a second I felt his full, crushing weight, then he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed me deeply, lovingly.

I stroked the short, soft bristles at the back of his head then ran my hands down the length of his spine.

“Sorry,” he said, at last, looking shamefaced.

“What for?” I was genuinely confused.

“Well, mostly because I wanted that to last longer for you … but for nearly making you crash, too. Although you got me back.”

I smiled up at him. “Consider it a life lesson, Sebastian.”

He kissed me again. “I like your lessons, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ‘ma’am’,” I grumbled at him. “That makes me feel even older.”

He silenced me with another kiss then pulled out carefully.

His face was suddenly chalky under his tan.

“What?” I said, struggling to sit up.

“I can’t find the condom!” he said, gazing at me in panic.

“What do you mean you can’t find it?”

“I mean … it’s not here!”

He pointed to his erection which was still very worth looking at. But he was right: no condom.

“It must have come off when you pulled out,” I said, not feeling too worried yet.

“I think … I think it must be still inside you!” he said, shock and horror mingling on his face.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, what?

“Just … just close your eyes, Sebastian,” I ordered.

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!”

I wasn’t going to go ferreting around
up there
with him watching. But search as I might, I couldn’t find anything that felt rubbery.

My cheeks must have been a brilliant, flaming red.

“I think I’m going to need the ladies room,” I muttered quietly.

“Do you want me to…?” he offered.

“No!” I said quickly.

But I couldn’t help a small laugh escaping.

“What?” he said, half-relieved, half-puzzled.

“We never seem to get a break, do we?” I sighed.

He pulled a face, twisting his mouth into the semblance of a smile. “Other than meeting you in the first place: not really, no.”

He finished buttoning up his jeans and gallantly passed me my panties.

“Thanks,” I said, a wry expression on my face.

“At your service,” he said, trying to stifle a smile.

At this point I decided I was going to have to start taking the contraceptive pill—I couldn’t afford anymore fuck-ups, so to speak.

Sebastian drove a couple of miles down the road and we found a mall that had a restroom.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help with the … um … situation?” he said, a salacious gleam in his eye.

“No, thank you,” I said primly.

He laughed and I stalked off to the restrooms.

It was some minutes before I was able to locate the missing condom. Who would have thought it could disappear so far … um … up. At this rate I was going to have dreams about my ovaries being tied in knots by miscreant latex.

When I finally emerged, Sebastian was wearing an expression of dismay. His face cleared instantly when he saw me.

“Everything okay?”

“It’s all in hand,” I smirked at him.

He squeezed my fingers and whispered, “Next time,
I
want to play hunt the rubber.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Can we please go and get that coffee now?”

He draped his arm around my shoulders, possessively. “Sure, baby.”

God, he made me feel like a teenager. Except that I wasn’t. I banished the thought and we headed off to Little Italy.

Papa Benzino kissed me warmly on both cheeks and swept Sebastian into a huge bear-hug, which he returned a little shyly. Mama B came running from behind the counter, dabbing at her eyes with an apron as if we were her long, lost family. They chattered away in Italian and I could tell that Sebastian was picking up more of the conversation than before. Perhaps I was doing him some good after all.

The nonna issued forth from her room over the shop and held my cheeks while she kissed me and told me I was glowing with love. Then she slapped Sebastian on the chest, felt his biceps and winked at me, repeating something that translated as, ‘a fine lover is like a good salami’ and threw me a knowing look.