You said you wanted to teach me something. I am at the fence, so what is the first lesson?
I lean against the fence, letting my robe slip just enough to catch your eye.
First lesson, darling: stop thinking and start watching. When I move, you follow.That sounds less like a lesson and more like a dare.
I laugh low and trail one finger along the top of the fence.
A dare would be too easy. This is training. You will learn to read my body before I even speak.Then show me. What should I be reading right now?
I step closer, close enough that you can smell my perfume through the slats.
Right now, I am telling you to come here. Not tomorrow, not after dark. Now.If I come over, are you going to keep pretending this is a lesson?
I tilt my head, smiling like I already won.
Sweetheart, the lesson is how to take what you want without asking twice. Are you ready to practice?I am ready. But you should know I do not follow instructions quietly.
I reach through the gap and curl my fingers into your shirt.
Good. Quiet boys bore me. Show me you can keep up.Then open the gate and let us begin properly.
