[FM] I [24F] let my cousin’s hot teacher [26M] finger me in an empty classroom

When I started grad school several years ago, I had to move across the country from my parents, siblings, and lifelong friends. I suddenly found myself in a new city with no support system except for one unfamiliar cluster of cousins who lived a couple towns over. What started out as an occasional dinner so that I could eat a home-cooked meal and see a friendly face quickly turned into weekly babysitting and a carpool rotation. Soon enough, I had after school pick up responsibilities in exchange for unlimited use of their car, free laundry, and the right to raid their fridge down to its bones.

My little cousins were the lights of my life. The younger one, Isaac, had just turned ten, and the older one, Shoshana, was close to thirteen when I moved to town. For those of you who aren’t Jewish and didn’t grow up in NYC or Chicago, turning thirteen means that Shoshana was about to become Bat Mitzvah’ed. A Bat Mitzvah for girls and a Bar Mitzvah for boys is a religious rite of passage where the thirteen year old sings from the Jewish religious text in front of the whole congregation and their guests. There’s also usually the perk of a massive party afterwards with dancing and games with all the other kids in their grade. The ceremony traditionally signifies becoming an adult in the eyes of the community, but today in more secular synagogues it’s a general rite of passage and excuse to party as the kid goes through puberty.

Shoshana was crazy excited about her Bat Mitzvah, but justifiably nervous. I gradually helped her get over her stage fright, spending hours listening to her practice singing and helping her edit her speech. Her Bat Mitzvah was her favorite conversation topic in the whole world, besides her substitute teacher, Mr. Yang.

If Shoshana was to be believed, Mr. Yang was eight feet tall, “hotter than any of Taylor Swift’s ex boyfriends,” and ripped enough to be an Avenger. Shoshana’s mother, my second cousin Miriam, told me that all the girls in Shosh’s grade had a crush on him, and many of the moms did too. She even told me about a supposedly happily-married dad who had slipped Mr. Yang his number one day while at a parent-teacher conference, with his wife also in attendance. So there was some confirmation of Mr. Yang’s attractiveness beyond the opinion of a girl who thought Justin Bieber was hot. In a fit of curiosity, Shosh convinced me to search for him online. No luck. The school website didn’t provide pictures for substitute teachers, and Sosh didn’t know his first name.

The regular social studies (history, government, sociology, etc.) teacher had left for maternity leave midway through the fall, and the school brought in Mr. Yang as a long-term sub. So by the time Shosh’s Bat Mitzvah rolled around in March, I had been hearing about the supposedly drop-dead gorgeous Mr. Yang for months.

What had started as a crush at the beginning of the school year quickly turned into a quest to set me up with Mr. Yang. As two of the only unmarried grown ups in her life, and definitely the ones she knew best, we were the subject of her fixation in the way only pubescent girls are able to obsess. All of Shosh’s friends got in on it too, and it soon became one of the most common discussions in our after-school carpools and during their twice-a-month sleepovers, which I always supervised so Shosh’s parents could sneak away to a hotel for the night. I always messed with the girls dryly whenever they pestered me about whether I would go on a date with him and whether I had a boyfriend. “Yeah, actually, but he teaches at another school.”

“Which school?”

“Hogwarts.”

The reality was far less interesting. After a series of hookups and sexy adventures during the first semester of my program that resulted in less-than-stellar grades, I was too focused on school, work, and my newfound family to date. On more than one late night, I even found myself falling asleep on my vibrator, too drained to keep my eyes open. My lack of sex life bothered me in theory, but I was happy to stay busy and to be a regular fixture in the kids’ lives.

A couple weeks before Shosh’s Bat Mitzvah, she came bounding down the stairs to the kitchen table, where I was ostensibly helping Isaac with his math homework. She shoved a small piece of mail in my face. “HE’S COMING!” She shrieked.

“Who’s coming?” I asked, wincing away from her eardrum-bursting excitement.

“MR. YANG. HE’S COMING TO MY BAT MITZVAH! This is his RSVP.”

She looked at the small postcard like it was her first-born, kissing it once lovingly and then crushing it to her heart. “That’s a dedicated substitute to willingly deal with you on a weekend,” I said dryly.

Shoshana ignored me, gripping my hand tightly and her face glowing with excitement. Her manicured nails dug into my skin. “You’re finally going to get to meet him,” she said, tugging my arm and bouncing on her heels, “and you’re going to make me a bridesmaid at your wedding and make a toast about how I’m the one who introduced you to him! And then you’re going to have beautiful babies and I’ll be the one to babysit them! And then when I get married and have babies, your kids will babysit them!”

“But how can I marry Mr. Yang when I’m already married to Chris Hemsworth?”

“I am NOT falling for that one again.”

……………

At long last, and after months of preparation, it was the day of Shosh’s Bat Mitzvah. The synagogue was packed with our relatives and her prepubescent classmates. I had never seen so many thirteen year old boys awkwardly fidgeting with their ties in one room. My immediate family unfortunately couldn’t make it, but it was nice to see some other familiar faces.

Shosh and I made eye contact as she settled into her seat at the front of the room, and I shot her a double thumbs up. She lifted one hand up for some “privacy” and pointed across the room with her other one, unsubtly trying to get me to look where she was pointing. I rolled my eyes and waved her off, gesturing for her to pay attention to the rabbi.

My curiosity got the best of me, though. I stretched my neck casually, scanning the crowd in the direction where she pointed. One man’s head was a couple inches higher than most of the other people in his row. Mr. Yang? I shook my head to myself. I didn’t even know what he looked like or anything about him besides the fact that he was a supposedly hot substitute teacher. He could have been a serial killer. Or worse, an idiot.

She absolutely nailed her singing and her speech, the crowd laughing at her perfectly-timed jokes and nodding appreciatively at her thoughtful commentary on the passages she had just sung in Hebrew. We ended the service with jubilant singing as Shosh and the clergy walked down the aisle of the sanctuary. She grabbed my hand as she walked past me and dragged me out of my seat to walk with her, looping her arm in mine. We walked together to the reception a few doors down, giggling excitedly as I showered her with praise for her performance.

Family, friends, and congregants followed after us into the reception hall, stopping to congratulate Shosh at the entrance before they went to eat. Every time I tried to step away to grab some food, she would drag me back to her side, pulling the Bat Mitzvah card whenever I protested. After about half an hour, I thought we had talked to pretty much every guest and their mother, but Shosh’s hand suddenly gripped my arm with surprising strength. “Mr. Yang is coming over.”

I tried to pull away but she held fast, her wide eyes staring into mine. “You can’t go! It’s my Bat Mitzvah!”

That line worked the first hundred times and it wasn’t going to fail her yet. I took a deep breath, willing myself to not commit cousin-cide. This was going to be awkward. Finally, a man around my age walked over and stood in front of us, more like towered over us considering his height and broad shoulders, with a wide grin across his handsome face. “Well done, Shoshana! I was blown away by your speech.”

Shosh accepted his offer of a high-five but brushed off his praise. “Mr. Yang, this is my cousin! The one I told you about!”

She pushed me forward unsubtly, her eyes flickering between us. Mr. Yang and I exchanged a knowing look — the kind only two people who have had the same relentless matchmaker can share. I held out my hand and tried not to notice the depths of his dark brown eyes. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Yang,” I said politely.

His hand took mine, surprisingly large and warm and soft. “The famous cousin! I’ve heard a lot about you — it seems you have quite the fan club in my seventh grade class,” he smiled.

Ok. I had to admit it. Mr. Yang was charming and hot as fuck. Also clearly built, his shoulders filling out his suit like it was his dang job. He looked like he belonged on the cover of Men’s Health. Or naked in my bed. Ugh, my dry spell was getting the best of me. Careful not to let Shoshana see, I looked him up and down as we chatted, taking in the way his firm body rippled when he laughed. After a few minutes my stomach rumbled, having not eaten since before the services began hours ago. Mr. Yang smiled at me conspiratorially before turning to Shoshana. “Do you mind if I borrow your cousin?” He asked her with a wink, “I’d love to talk to her more.”

Shoshana looked like she had just won the lottery. “I mean yeah, sure, whatever, you can do what you want,” she muttered, trying and failing to sound casual.

She sprinted over to her group of girls, all of them shamelessly staring at us until they saw me catch them. I watched her go, an amused smile on my lips. When I turned back to Mr. Yang, I was surprised to see him so close. “I had to do something — you’re starving, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice low as he whispered.

“Shosh has been holding me hostage for a hundred years.”

“Well I see her flair for the dramatic comes from your side of the family.”

We laughed, and I found myself blushing. Fuck. Shosh would never let me live this down. Mr. Yang’s hand gently rested against the middle of my back as he guided me to the tables of food and provided a human shield between me and our tiny paparazzi. My mouth watered. I loaded a plate up with fruit and crackers, desperate to inhale the whole tray but not wanting to embarrass myself in front of the shockingly hot teacher beside me. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his hand casually trailing down to the small of my back and leaving tingles in its wake. “Don’t look now, but I think we’re being followed.”

I glanced over my shoulder under the pretense of picking off a piece of lint from my sweater. Sure enough, Shosh’s entire posse was only feet away, whispering excitedly and pointedly not making eye contact with us. At least one of them had their phone not-so-subtly trained on us, clearly taking pictures for their class group chat. “I’ll never get to eat if they keep this up,” I whispered, “Ok, here’s what we do. I’m going to hand you the plate of food and act like I’m going to the bathroom. They’ll follow me to talk you up, so I’ll slip into one of the classrooms while they’re still around the corner. You come find me as soon as the coast is clear. Deal?”

He nodded, his brow furrowed in faux concentration. I passed him the plate of food, a lightning-like jolt coursing my veins as our fingers brushed. “One, two, three, break!” He whispered.

I smiled to myself as I walked quickly but dignifiedly out of the reception and down the hall, breaking into a run as soon as I rounded the corner. Slipping into one of the first empty classrooms I could find, I ducked and sat on the floor next to the door, listening as a horde of teenaged girls clicked by unevenly in their first pairs of high heels. The only way someone could see me was if they stood in front of the glass window on the door and looked down. I closed my eyes and pressed my hand over my heart to catch my breath. Fuck, I was smitten with this handsome stranger. Shosh could never find out. I resolved to keep whatever happened next a secret, unwilling to deal with her smug attitude and inquisitiveness if she found out I hid in an empty classroom alone with her favorite teacher.

The door opened a few minutes later, making me jump. “It’s just me,” Mr. Yang said, closing the door behind him and sliding down to sit next to me on the floor, “I had to look in every classroom before I found you. You could be the hide-and-seek world champion.”

“Yeah yeah, praise me later. Where’s the grub?”

He chuckled and passed the plate over to me. I kicked off my heels and leaned my head back against the wall, groaning as I took my first bite of strawberry. “I never knew food could taste this good,” I moaned, “I should get chased by matchmaking teens more often.”

He laughed, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt. I watched him, mesmerized by his movements and enjoying my proximity to his strong jaw. He caught me staring and raised his eyebrows. “What, do I have something on my face?”

I brushed my thumb against his cheek to save face, blushing wildly. “Just a crumb,” I murmured.

“God forbid.”

“This is a holy place. Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, heathen.”

“What does the Lord say about taking your shoes off in a synagogue and deceiving well-intentioned teenagers?”

“Jury’s still out.”

We made eye contact briefly and quickly looked away, giggling at the absurdity of the situation. He snagged two crackers off my plate and shoved them in his mouth whole, laughing and spraying crumbs everywhere at my incredulous expression. “I just poured my heart out to you about being starved by a group of horny teenagers, and you steal my meager supplies?” I half-shrieked.

“Please don’t refer to my students as horny,” he grimaced, his mouth still full of cracker.

“You have to have noticed the way those kids were eyeing each other. The party is going to be a shit show.”

He laughed, swallowing the cracker. “Thankfully, I won’t be there. I was happy to come support Shosh, but I’m not trying to watch my students grind up on each other.”

“A fair line to draw. You know, it was really nice of you to come,” I said, looking up and smiling at him, “You have no idea how excited she was.”

He met my eyes, smiling back down at me. “Honestly, I just came to meet this hot cousin of hers. Any idea where I can find her?”

I shoved my shoulder against his, trying to laugh it off but feeling my face flush. “There’s a ton of hot cousins out there, so you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I’m actually pretty happy hanging out with the one I found in here.”

I couldn’t get a dopey grin off my face. I fiddled with a cracker, breaking it in pieces and refusing to make eye contact with the gorgeous man beside me. “You should have brought us more food then.”

We sat there for a while, chatting about our work and our school years and which tv shows we liked while finishing the rest of the food and flirting progressively less subtly. Talking to him was incredibly easy, his wonderful sense of humor coming through in his jokes, and his ability to both dish it and take it matching mine. After at least half an hour of talking, the room started to heat up as the early afternoon March sun reflected off the white pavement outside and entered the classroom window. I slipped off my sweater, revealing a scandalous pair of bare shoulders in a house of worship. He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, his muscular forearms rippling with the movement. He caught me admiring him and smiled cockily at me. “Getting hot in here, huh?” He murmured.

“Ok, Nelly.”

“Don’t let me stop you if you need to take off another layer.”

“This dress is all I’ve got left on.”

“And?”

I rolled my eyes, bringing one hand up to slap his pec flirtatiously. He caught my hand with one of his, slowly pulling it down until our fingers were laced together and resting on one of his broad thighs. I was sure I was as red as one of the strawberries we had just devoured, my heart pounding in my chest as if I were Shosh’s age again. What was it about this guy that made me come apart this way? He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, seeming to work up the courage to say something. “I don’t want to be sappy,” he said slowly, “but hiding in this classroom with you has been better than all of the dates I’ve been on in the last five years combined.”

“But not including your dates from before five years ago?” I teased.

“One of those was at a Disneyland, and I ran into Shaq while in line for the bathroom. Don’t take it personally,” he shot back, laughing.

“Well I can’t compete against the opportunity to use a urinal next to Shaq!”

“I wouldn’t ask you to try.”

“I appreciate you managing your expectations.”

I paused for a moment before I spoke again, lightly tracing a finger along the back of his hand as it held mine. “So… are you saying this is a date?” I asked cheekily, smiling up at him.

“If I say yes, can I kiss you?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip shyly. His eyes glanced down at my lips before coming back up to meet my gaze. “Then this is absolutely a date,” he whispered.

He brought his other hand up to cup my cheek, pulling our faces together slowly. His lips brushed against mine softly before he finally kissed me, firmly but gently. I leaned into the kiss, increasing the pressure as our lips parted slightly. I sucked gently on his bottom lip, nibbling on it softly before we pulled away. He leaned his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavier than necessary for such a short kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” he panted, that handsome smirk back on his lips, “Well, actually, since the first time Shosh showed me your beach pics on Instagram, but today definitely confirmed it.”

“Oh my fucking god. She did not.”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, goddamnit.”

“She showed you my Instagram during class?”

“It was between classes and against my will, but I definitely liked what I saw.”

“That is absolutely mortifying.”

“I’ll stop telling you about it if you kiss me.”

I kissed him again firmly, quickly deepening the kiss and granting his tongue entry to my mouth. My hands came up to rest on his shoulders, and before I knew it I was on his lap straddling him, my tight dress pushed up high around my thighs. He circled his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer against him. I clutched his shirt in my fists to pull him closer to me. Our tongues wrestled gently as we sat there on the floor, pulling at each other but somehow still not getting close enough. I felt his cock stir against my inner thigh, and I broke the kiss, panting. “We probably shouldn’t start something we can’t finish now.”

He nodded, panting as hard as I was while his eyes searched mine. His already full lips were slightly swollen. “Good idea. We should probably stop. Or…”

“Or?”

“Or.”

His lips crashed against mine again, one of his hands sliding down to grip my ass. I moaned into his mouth and ground against him slowly, my drenched panties making contact with the outline of his now fully hard cock. He kissed down my neck, sucking softly at the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. I lolled my head to the side and tangled my hands in his hair, pulling gently. He groaned into my neck, gripping my ass to grind me against him harshly. “I want you,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

He kissed back up my neck and along my jaw until he reached my lips. “Pull your panties to the side,” he whispered.

I hiked my dress up around my waist and did as I was told, exposing my half-naked body to him for the first time. He looked down, his eyes darkening with lust as one of his hands reached out to touch my warm, dripping pussy. He kissed me roughly as his middle finger began to slowly circle my clit. I moaned against his lips, all the nerves in my body standing at attention. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling the follicles softly as he played with my clit, testing different movements and assessing my reactions to see what I liked. His finger slipped down to tease at my entrance as he broke the kiss to suck on my neck again. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

He pushed one finger into my tight cunt and massaged me from the inside, expertly brushing against my g-spot with each stroke. “Mmmm that’s good,” I moaned, my voice unexpectedly high pitched.

I could feel him smile against my neck as he pushed another finger inside me, filling my pussy and placing hard, delicious pressure on my g-spot. He clearly knew what the fuck he was doing. I moaned and turned his face so I could kiss him fiercely, desperately needing him to know how good he was making me feel.

His fingers continued their slow massage as we kissed frantically, my body responding to him so strongly that I found myself rubbing against his hand almost against my will. He angled his wrist so that his thumb could press against my clit, simultaneously increasing the pressure on the inside of my cunt. I felt an orgasm build in my lower belly. “I’m getting close,” I whispered, breaking the kiss and burying my forehead in his neck.

His other hand came up to stroke my hair, pulling my face in closer against him. “Bite down on my shoulder when you cum,” he whispered, “I can take it, and we need to muffle the sound. I have a feeling you’re not quiet.”

I nodded against his neck, breathing heavily. His fingers stayed consistent in their relentless rubbing, making me cum hard against his hand, my body shaking and a high pitched moan escaping my mouth even as I bit down on his muscled shoulder. He kissed my neck while I orgasmed, his fingers massaging me through the peak and continuing to work me as I came down from my high. I released his shoulder from my teeth and kissed it softly before resting my forehead against it, exhausted. “That was amazing,” I panted.

His fingers slowly left my pussy, and he considerately readjusted my panties so they covered me up. With his other hand, he tilted my face up to kiss me. “That was really fucking hot,” he agreed, kissing me again hard, “You make the sexiest noises when you cum.”

I blushed beet red, embarrassed by my uncontrolled enthusiasm but pleased with his reaction. I glanced at the fingers that had just been inside me before looking back into his dark eyes. He was watching my every move, his lips parted slightly. Maintaining eye contact, I gently sucked his fingers into my mouth, cleaning my juices off them with my tongue and mimicking a blow job with my movements, my cheeks auctioned against his fingers. It’s one of my go-to moves when I want to tease a sexual partner, and it definitely had the desired impact. His lips crashed against mine as he rolled his hips up to brush his clothed cock against my pussy. I moaned into his mouth and brought my hands down to unbuckle his belt. He stopped me, his large hands circling my wrists gently and pulling them away. He pressed a final kiss to my lips and pulled back, meeting my gaze. “I’m a respectable guy, and I don’t let women touch my dick on the first date.”

“You just made me cum in a synagogue, but you’re too respectable for a blow job?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” he said mournfully, his voice playful but clearly standing firm.

“That doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“I promise,” he whispered, his voice husky, “I enjoyed myself more than you can imagine.”

I kissed him again gently, my hands still immobilized by his. He released my wrists so he could tangle one of his hands in my hair and pull me closer. We stayed like that for a while, kissing intensely and rocking against each other while I remained straddled on his lap.

After a moment I pulled away, staring into his dark eyes and smiling at him. I felt like such a sap, but I couldn’t help it. There was just something about him that both put me at ease and made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl again. If he made me act this way after my years of sexual experience, his poor students never stood a fucking chance. I could absolutely see why each of them was obsessed with him. He stroked my cheek gently with his thumb, staring right back at me with a soft smile. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked.

“My thoughts are worth millions.”

He jokingly patted down his pockets before looking at me apologetically. “I think I left my wallet in my car. Can I write you an IOU?”

“How about instead you go on a proper date with me tonight after I make an appearance at Shosh’s party?” I asked in one breath, a nervous blush blooming on my cheeks.

He soft smile spread into a wide, devastatingly handsome one, excitement evident on his face. “Abso-fucking-lutely. I can pick you up from the party around eight? I still have the address written down somewhere.”

I nodded enthusiastically, beaming at him. He laughed and kissed me again, our excitement making us giggle like teenagers. “You know, it won’t be the first date anymore tonight,” I murmured after he pulled away, lightly tracing my fingertips in indiscernible patterns across his chest.

“Then I guess my respectability will wear off by then, and we should be good to go.”

I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking. I giggled as he attacked my neck with kisses, tipping me backwards as he leaned forward to nip at my sensitive skin. Suddenly my phone started buzzing inside my sweater pocket on the floor, interrupting what was certainly going to turn into another make out. Not willing to stop touching him yet, I stayed on his lap while I reached over to grab my phone, wincing when I saw Shoshana’s goofy-faced caller ID picture on the screen. “Hey Shosh,” I said casually, reluctantly swinging my leg over her teacher’s lap so I could sit on the floor and tug on my high heels, “what’s up?”

He rested a hand on my upper thigh and kissed up my neck, intentionally torturing me as he nibbled on my ear. “Where are you?” Sosh screeched into the phone, her tinny voice carrying across the room, “Mom’s been looking for you everywhere! She said if you want a ride home with us then you have to meet us in front of the synagogue in five. And I can’t find Mr. Yang! Are you with him? Have you kissed yet?”

“Calm your pants, crazy, I’m coming. If I see Mr. Yang, then I’ll tell him to come find you.”

Speaking of the devil, he finally stopped his relentless teasing, placing a final kiss on my jaw and squeezing my thigh one more time. I ended the call before Shosh could respond, grinning to myself at the idea of her screaming at her phone when she realized I hung up on her. I looked over at my date, smiling apologetically. “I’ve got to go.”

He was already straightening his tie and slipping on his suit jacket. “I figured,” he laughed, standing slowly and offering a hand to help me up.

I took it, enjoying being able to touch him for a few more moments. “Wait! Let me give you my number.”

“Oh shit, yeah, of course.”

He handed me his phone. “An Android?” I remarked cheekily as I entered my name and number.

“Tell me one thing that an iPhone can do better than an Android besides send blue texts.”

“FaceTime.”

“Fuck, you’ve got me there.”

I handed his phone back to him and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him one more time, holding the front of his suit jacket for balance. He wrapped his hands around my waist, losing himself in the kiss for a moment before pulling back and pressing a chaste peck on my lips. “I can’t wait for date two,” he whispered, “I wonder how you’re going to top this one.”

“Well it’s no Disneyland, but I was thinking about cranking this thing up a couple notches and pegging you in a cathedral while we hide from the mob.”

“Oooo spicy. I like the way you think — let’s desecrate all the world religions.”

We kissed again, stopping only when my phone started buzzing again. He smiled at me, releasing me slowly from his arms. “Well, she’s a persistent one, I’ll give her that.”

“She’s a certified weirdo, but I’d die for her.”

“I know what you mean. My sister is pregnant with her first, and I’d already slay armies for the little zygote.”

“Oooh I’d watch that battle scene. You all shirtless and bloody and wielding a sword?”

“I was more picturing using drones from a safe distance, but you can visualize me in whichever era makes me seem hottest and most heroic.”

My phone buzzed again, interrupting my flirty comeback about him not needing any era’s help to look hot. “Best not to keep the Bat Mitzvah girl waiting,” he admitted reluctantly, “I’ll walk you out.”

He opened the door for me and let me walk through first, stealing a kiss from me as I squeezed by him in the doorway. We each stopped in a bathroom near the classroom, me to avoid a UTI and make sure I didn’t look like the wanton slut I was, and him to wash my pussy off his fingers.

We met back up in the hallway, and he offered me his elbow. I looped my arm in his, smiling up at him. “What a gentleman. Respectable indeed.”

He gave me an over-exaggerated head bow. “There’s more where that came from, m’lady. Wait until you see my car — all the empty take-out boxes are in the backseat instead of the front.”

“Mmm that makes me wet.”

We were still laughing together as we reached the doors at the front entrance. We dropped our arms and turned to each other as he jiggled his keys in his pocket nervously. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when a voice called out from behind us. “There you are!”

I turned to see Shoshana’s mom Miriam walking up to us, hastily shoving her phone back in her purse. “Mr. Yang, Shoshana is right outside and will want to say goodbye.”

He took the hint and left to go chat with his student. I watched him leave, admiring the way his ass deliciously filled out his suit pants. Miriam cleared her throat, making me turn back to her while I quickly rearranged my expression into something neutral instead of my “oh my god that’s a thick ass” face. She raised an eyebrow. “All these eligible young Jewish men and you have to go chasing after the only goy here?”

“Nothing happened, Mir!”

“I might be an old married lady, but I’m not blind. Just be careful with that one — he seems like a heartbreaker.”

“You’d say that about anybody that hot,” I muttered under my breath, otherwise ignoring her and stepping outside.

I held the door open for Miriam, not meeting her eyes so I didn’t have to see her disapproving glare. “Moooom I want to go home,” Isaac whined.

I wrapped an arm around his neck with the threat of a noogie, but he slipped away quickly, laughing and hiding behind Miriam. “In a sec, honey,” she said distractedly, “Mr. Yang, thank you so much for coming to support Shoshana.”

Miriam took his large hand in both of hers, shaking it enthusiastically. He smiled, his eyes flickering over her shoulder to meet mine. “I was more than happy to do it.”

I bit my lip, smiling and pointedly looking away from him. He gave Shosh another high five, congratulating her one more time, before walking over to me. “It was lovely to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

I took it, unable to think about anything other than the fact that the skilled fingers I was touching had just been inside me and might have a repeat performance later that night. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yang. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Please,” he smiled, “call me Henry.”

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