Vintage Vera

I silently studied Mr. Lambert. I sat at my desk, cross legged, leaning my chin on my propped up elbow as he explained the power point that shadowed over the white classroom wall. The projector cast the letters and bullets like they were meant to be on the wall. His arms and hands ecstatically danced around, enhancing the importance of his lecture.

His constant movement continually interrupted the orange screen as he moved, back and forth, in front of the projector. He traced what he read, out loud, with the laser he held in his left hand. This item seems to have always been his favorite.

He pulled up the white, long sleeved-button down shirt so the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He always got frustrated with his arms getting caught on the fabric as he waved them around. His black designer slacks defined the most bubbled bubble-butt ever! The tie he decided to wear today was a bright blue one that had a pattern of yellow rubber ducks. Tacky, I know, but it was so cute.

His thin beige lips spread showing his white, bright teeth as he began to laugh. My classmates joined in with his laughter. I picked up my head from my palm and looked around, confused, trying to find out what he just said.

Mr. Lambert strolled to the light switch that mounted the piece of wall adjacent to the door. He stopped and held his index finger under the switch for a while. I couldn’t really see his face. After a short while, the lights flickered on blinding my sensitive blue eyes slightly. I looked up to see Mr. Lambert looking straight at me.

“Does anyone have any questions?” He continued to look at me. No… But that hesitation didn’t keep me from gasping sharply and looking straight onto the blue lines that lined my notebook. Everyone silently nodded their heads, no. Thankfully, I have a subconscious gift of writing things down even though my mind isn’t all there, or I can be daydreaming, while my eyes are still suck in the words on the page. It’s pretty amazing if you ask me. That is probably the only thing I’ll ever be cocky about.

“Then you’re dismissed,” Mr. Lambert waved his arms toward the door like he were a traffic control policeman. Everything around me became active; noises of objects hitting the desks, talking, laughing, and zippers zipping. I’m so glad to go home already. It’s been such a long day! Knowing you’re going on a date, with Michael after school, does not make the day go by any faster.

I stood up, brushing my emerald green skirt clean of any wrinkles or creases. I flipped my light pink notebook shut, stuck my maroon mechanical pencil in the spine, and shoved it into my vintage pattern backpack. The class emptied out in a matter of seconds leaving me the last one, like always.

“Did you like today’s lesson, Ms. Adler?” Mr. Lambert chuckled from his desk. He had one hand in his pocket and the other lied on top of his unique tie. Did he catch me staring or is he being literal?

“To be honest, Mr. Lambert, I wasn’t paying attention.” I admitted while shoving my binder in my bag.

Mr. Lambert let out a whistle as he exhaled, “I didn’t mean to bore you, Ms. Adler.” My eyes went wide-eyed. Mainly because he’s never bored me; actually he did the exact opposite. He began to walk over to me.

“Of course not, Mr. Lambert! You, boring your star student?” I giggled. “You can never bore me, Sir.” Did I seriously just say that? He cocked his head to the side, slightly shocked by my words. That didn’t last long as a smile quickly spread across his face.

“Of course I can never bore you,” he grinned as he sat on my desk. One leg dangled while the other was bent. He grabbed my highlighter and bobbed it up and down at me, “That means you were distracted. What kept your mind so busy during my lecture?”

My heart secretly raced to my throat. This man was definitely handsome. My hands throbbed to reach for his tie and yank him toward me; to feel those thin lips graze mine. I just wanted to run my fingers through his mocha brown, styled hair and, ever so slightly, pull. I want his tanned hands to squeeze my thighs and rip my sheer white sleeveless-button shirt open; to feel his warm breath fan over my rosy skin. I quickly brushed my erotic thoughts away and took my purple highlighter from his grasp, my hand grazing his knuckles gently.

“Your movements,” I blushed, realizing I took forever to reply. Fantasizing does that to me.

“My movements?” he beamed, inching closer to me. I wonder if it’s easier to slide if you have a bubble-butt?

“When you teach, you move a lot. It’s a way of exaggerating your words to having a more important meaning,” I squeezed the words out of my pinching throat. I zipped up my book bag. “I find it cute.”

“Cute? Is that all you found cutely distracting, Ms. Adler?” He intertwined his hands over his thighs amplifying the sight of his crotch. My breath hitched as I, mistakenly, took a quick glance.

“Truth or lie?” I dared, stumbling over my own tongue. Was he really asking that?

“Is there an answer more desirable than the truth, Vera?” He stood up on his black designer shoes and towered over me, slightly.

I slowly looked up meeting his chocolate brown eyes. “No, Mr. Lambert." I cleared my throat, "That wasn’t the only thing distracting me.”

“Care to share?” His hand passed my rosy cheek and flew to the baby hairs that fanned my forehead. He brushed them down letting them catch up to the perfect bun that lied on top of my head.

“This is inappropriate, Mr. Lambert,” I took a hold of his hand, that cupped the side of my neck, and pulled it and myself away from him, giggling. “But, I’ll tell you anyway.”

His face lit up with lustful content urging me to continue. “You have an amazing bum, Mr. Lambert.”

I rapidly turned around, purposely avoiding his reaction, and grabbed a strap of my bag. I swung it over my bare shoulder. I turned around to see him beaming. His cheeks bunched up, enhancing the wrinkles around his smile. “Thank you for your honesty, Ms. Adler.”

“You’re very welcome, Sir,” I giggled. I stepped beside him and placed my palm on his shoulder. “If you don’t mind, Mr. Lambert, I’m running late for something.” I started walking to the door while pulling the other strap of my bag over my shoulder.

“Vera?” Mr. Lambert called out to me.

I turned on the balls of my feet, fanning my skirt in the process. I realized his gaze remained on the part where my butt used to be. He looked up to my eyes, gradually. “Your ass is just as great.”

“Well, thank you, Sir.” I smiled giving in. There's no point in fighting now. He already looked at it. I twirled myself around only to slam into someone’s chest. The cologne quickly reminded me of the man I truley seemed to desire.

“Let’s not get to inappropriate, Oliver,” Michael laughed into the classroom as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Mike? Man, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Mr. Lambert joined in the laughter and walked toward us. What’s going on?

~*~

Mr. Lambert stood before Michael and I with his hands stretched outwards. His eyes sparkled with tears threatening to come out. His smile was more than just a smile. Although it stretched from ear to ear, it had much more than happiness plastered over it. His cheeks bubbled in the registering of his confusement and of the shock that came from seeing his long-lost friend.

Michael walked into Mr.Lambert’s arms, on the verge of tears himself. Mr. Lambert pulled Michael in once he got close enough and their collision made an audible sound vibrate to my ears. Mr. Lambert exhaled loudly as he hugged Michael tighter. After a while they both began to bat each other’s backs as they initiated their departure from each other. If I were a passerby, I would’ve seriously thought this was gay. But it’s not. The emotions radiating off these men are more brotherly. If anything, it felt like a father and son finding each other after a long and complexing journey.

Seeing Michael’s and Mr. Lambert’s smile made my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. I don’t know why, but I felt so heartbroken seeing these two like this. The men, I more than admire for their manly stature, being emotionally tested. I raised my hand to my lips and kept myself from whimpering. What’s their story?

Their smiles faded and abandonment and being torn formed the creases on their faces. I wonder how they know each other. Much less their story! They’re nine years apart! They obviously didn’t graduate together… Did they grow up together? Maybe this is a gay affair… I’m really curious. Michael completely pulled away from Mr. Lambert.

“It’s been so long, Mike! You just disappeared, like ‘poof’!” Mr. Lambert brought his hands together and burst them out mimicking an explosion.

Michael laughed, but made it obvious he didn’t feel comfortable giving Mr. Lambert the answer to his sudden disappearance. This is getting weird… Someone doesn’t just disappear, especially not from the relationship I’m witnessing. Mr. Lambert caught on to Michael’s discomfort of the topic and nodded.

“So how are you, man?” Mr. Lambert beamed.

Michael laughed, stepped backwards, and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’m doing good, Oliver. Actually, I’ll be doing great once I take my beauty out on our date.” He looked at me and winked. I blushed at his words and giggled at the ownership he seems to brand me with. I pulled myself closer to him, gripping one side of his open brown-leather jacket. Wait! How did he know what my last class was? We were supposed to meet at my house…

“Ahhhh,” Mr. Lambert chuckled. “Well, Ms. Adler, you’re a very lucky girl to have him in your life.”

“That sounds about right,” I laid my flat hand over Michael’s chest while I giggled at my understatement. The three of us laughed for a while.

“I never imagined you being a teacher, Oliver,” Michael admitted laughing. Mr. Lambert does not look like an Oliver. Just saying…

“Me either! I just ended up being one.” Mr. Lambert stammered like if he were white-lying. It also looked like he lied as he looked at Michael like he should know the reason. He added, “I really like it, too. Especially knowing I have students like Vera to teach to every day.” Mr. Lambert winked at me and when I blushed, both men began laughing.

“Here! Let me give you my number so I don’t keep you from y’all’s date.” Mr. Lambert rummaged through his desk for a paper and a pen. Michael walked over to help him. They exchanged their numbers with a couple of jokes. They hugged and continued to joke around with their goodbyes. They looked so cute! I’m guessing their relationship was brotherly. No doubt, actually. They promised each other their own ‘date’ for another day. Michael ran to me, whisked me off my feet, and carried me out the classroom while I laughed from slight shock.

~*~

My head tilted to the side as I looked at Michael, who stood in front of me. He wore a black V-neck, brown leather jacket, and dark blue jeans. I began to nod my head, no, as he waved a black handkerchief across the blue and orange sky.

“No!” I laughed the giggles I held in and cautiously took a step away from him.

“C’mon?” he smirked and stretched the handkerchief out.

“No.” I took small steps backwards. The green grass silently snapped as Michael stepped the same amount I stepped back.

“Oh, really?” he taunted. His face fell into a serious gaze.

“Yes,” I insisted through my slight smile.

“Yes then?” he jiggled the handkerchief in his hand.

“Wait,” I stepped back reaching my hand forward to keep balance as I thought about it. “No?”

“Too bad!” Michael lunged his arm to grab mine. I dodged to the opposing side and made a run for it, laughing. I dashed across the school’s courtyard and headed to the campus’s parking garage. That, my friend, is a mighty long way. Michael shortly followed me, laughing as well.

As we approached the parking garage, Michael called out to me, “Why not?!”

I stopped in the midst of my tracks, standing under the garage’s opening. I turned around looking at Michael as he struggled to make his way to me. He clutched the bandana in his hand as he struggled to stabilize his breathing. The closer he got to me, the louder his panting got. He finally caught up to me and as he did he grasped my shoulders. One for support, as he regained his air, and two so I don’t run away again.

“Damn, girl! Where did all that stamina come from?” he stuttered. I smiled, cupped his face, and shrugged.

“Take in a breath and hold it,” I suggested as I looked into those gorgeous eyes of his. He did as I told him and after choking on the first breath he held, it worked. His eyes squinted from amazement and from confusement as he tried to figure me out.

He gave up after a while and asked again, “Why won’t you let me?” I pulled my hands away from his face, looked down, and tucked a bunch of my hair behind my ear.

“Because I’ve done it before and I didn’t end up being where I was promised…” I whispered being completely honest. I’m not anti-social for no reason; there’s a reason for everything.

“Hey?” he hand cupped my chin forcing my face upward to meet his gaze. His lips pouted slightly. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No, of course I trust you,” I objected.

“Then let me,” he cupped my face then smirked a mischievous grin as he brought the black fabric into view. I opened to my mouth to share my disagreement, but he added, “Or we won’t go on our date…”

My jaw went slack, forming the silhouette of the letter ‘O’. “Isn’t that blackmail?” I sassed.

His eyes sparkled as they drifted toward the sky while his brain worked at it. “Yes, but you’ve forced me to play that game.” He looked down at me and chuckled, “C’mon! Just turn around.”

I joined his laughter and turned around, defeated. His body crept up behind me, spooning my back side. I closed my eyes, shutting out the puffy white clouds and the slightly oranging sky, as his warmth sent quiet chills through my body.

The black cloth grazed my closed eyelids. The ends of the cloth tightened around my temples and came together at the back of my head. He knotted the ends perfectly. Not too loose or too tight.

He pulled all of my hair to my right shoulder. I felt his breath fan across my neck as he said, “Ready?” Goosebumps littered my body as it responded to his steamy gesture. His lips gently grazed my neck

A soft whimper came out of me as he kissed the part his lips grazed. “As ready as I can be…” I sighed in ecstasy.

He laid another kiss behind my ear. His hand tickled down my arm, from my shoulder to the back of my hand, leaving goosebumps trailing his touch. Once at my wrist, he stretched his digits through mine. He kissed my shoulder as he intertwined our fingers into a blissful squeeze. His other hand began to do the same, giving me the same, warm feeling in my belly.

“Let’s go then,” he giggled. He laid his chin on my shoulder and crossed our hands in front of me. We laughed together as we wobbled, what I think, to his jeep.

A/N: I kinda' struggled to write this chapter y'all. I wrote these parts on seperate days and each of those day I had a different mood. Sorry if this chapter seems a little choppy. But all in all, I hope you liked it:D Don't forget to comment and like! :DDDD

PS: The guy in the picture is Mr. Lambert;D

~CarlsC: