Wicked Hot

Chapter 27

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Dome's POV

"Uhh! Aaahhh it hurts so much! Stop!" I cried.

He did stop. He bent and leaned forward to kiss and caress me.

We were in my parents detached garage. The garage was big and spacious. It could accommodate six cars so my father had set aside part of the space and had converted it into a studio that sometimes served as a guest room.

The pain down below was intense. I couldn't keep my tears from falling.

He kissed my tears away.

"I love you, Dome, please don't cry," he said to me in the most loving tone.

"Peat..." I whispered, my breath coming in ragged and shallow. "I love you, too."

I wanted to ask him why he seemed such an expert in lovemaking. How could he know so much at the tender age of sixteen? How could he know so much more than me about it.

But I was afraid to ask. I was afraid because he might reveal how many other men he had had before me and the knowledge would  hurt me.

We had kept our relationship a secret because he was only sixteen and I was twenty three. I was a fresh graduate from university and on my graduation day, my parents had invited Mr. Suelecha and his family because Mr. Suelecha was my father's friend. He was in the same business as my father but he and my father were friendly competitors. In fact sometimes they would help each other out in promoting their business.

It was at my graduation party that I had met Peat.

He was so charming to me and such a good conversationalist.

I tried to stay level headed but he felt to me like a giant bulldozer that could not be overpowered.

He had pursued me relentlessly and next thing I knew I was lying helplessly on my own territory in the detached garage of my parents' house.

Somehow I was able to get through the experience because he had matched the pain with pleasure and we both lay exhausted but deeply satisfied after.

We dated regularly but soon he got immersed in his school and sports stuff and I got busy helping my father out with the family business.

I made it clear to my father though that the reason I had pursued a bachelor's degree with a major in education was because I had wanted to teach.

I lost contact with Peat and because he had not replied to my last attempt at communication I decided to give up on him. But every now and then I would wonder what had become of his promise that he would stick with me forever.

There were moments when I felt so lonely and was tempted to stop by his school where I had graduated from myself when I was in high school but I decided to hold myself back. I was afraid to get a cold reception. What if he had moved on from me. I mean it wasn't even a 'what if' situation. It was obvious that he had moved on and I was left with only memories of the magical moments that I had shared with him.

Everyone in the classroom had turned their heads to him after he called out my name in shock.

I was sure that he himself had not expected to ever see me again.

"Hi, Peat," I had said, unable to keep my voice from quivering. "What a surprise."

Then I said to the class, "Peat and I were childhood friends. Then we got busy with a lot of stuff and lost track of each other."

"That's not fair!" someone complained. "That means you will be giving him a better grade than the rest of us."

"That's not gonna happen," I explained. "Only Mrs. Perawat can grade your exams and performance. As a substitute teacher, I can only discuss the lesson that was assigned for today and then Mrs. Perawat will give you a test to see how well you understood the lesson."

"Okay, but don't treat him better than us," the same person who spoke up earlier grumbled to me.

"I won't. I promise," I assured him.

I tried my best to discuss the lesson without letting the presence of Peat distract me.

Finally the bell rang to signify the end of the class.

I breathed a sigh of relief and gathered my belongings and rushed out of the classroom.

"Wait," I felt my wrist being grabbed from behind.