Dr. Chambers didn’t want this fertile mind…and man…to leave, but too bad. It was my turn. He finally sighed before saying, “I’ll hold you to it, young man. Have a great rest of your vacation, Dr. Charles.”
“I will.”
We both turned and walked outside in silence. We remained quiet until we had settled inside the car. Then Dubois spoke. “Is it just me, or is your Dr. Chambers an odd duck?”
I guffawed. “Baby, odd is one of the better adjectives I’ve heard used for him. The others are significantly unflattering.”
“I believe you.” Dubois intertwined his fingers in mine between the seats. “So…we on the way back to the house?” I saw the hopeful look in his eyes, but ignored it. That old apprehension rearing its ugly head and stuff. Instead, I said, “Not yet. I thought we’d tour the campus, then visit a place I think you’ll enjoy.”
He squeezed my hand in his. “Baby, I can’t think of any place I would enjoy better than my favorite room of the house.” He blew me a kiss, eyes hooded and making promises I sure hoped he kept.
My ovaries must have dumped a truckload of estrogen into my bloodstream because I was suddenly warm all over. This man is so tempting! Damn! Look at his lips, his silky tongue… D-A-M-N! I took a few deep breaths before I could respond. “Just go with me…and then I’ll let you take me there.”
Dubois made a face, then said, “Spoilsport. I had some…things…I wanted to do to you, too.”
My head almost popped, I was so horny. But I had to slow things down, keep things at my pace. “And I plan to let you do every…one…of…them.”
He slid down lower on the seat, his free hand involuntarily rubbing over his cock. I understood. I wanted to rub my clit myself—but I resisted. Not having anything else I thought I could say, I put the car in drive.
9
I didn’t half remember what I said as we drove through campus. My mind was definitely on Dubois—his lips, hands, and especially his cock. He didn’t give me any strange looks like I’d let on or had spoken my thoughts aloud, so I guess I am as good at multitasking as I always tell folks I am.
At the back end of campus, we came upon the annual county fair. Dubois’s eyes lit up. “A carnival! Can we stop?”
“Sure.” I hadn’t been to a fair since I left high school, but if he wanted to stop, what could it hurt?
The smells of the fair brought back memories, some fond, some not so good. The stand with Italian sausage with onions beckoned me and I quickly grabbed one along with a bag of cotton candy. Dubois laughed as the juice squirted out from my first bite.
“You really like those sausages, eh?”
I just nodded since my mouth was full. Dubois pulled me along and we strolled down the midway. His hand rested lightly in the dip in my lower back. It felt…right.
The midway was lined with games of chance. Carnies hawked and enticed loudly for passersby to try to win one of the many prizes for their lady. I normally ignored them, but at the bottle toss, Dubois could no longer resist. We stopped.
“Dubois, you know this stuff is rigged, right?”
“Of course. But,” he rolled up his sleeve, showing his bulging forearms, and leaned closer to my face, “I like a good challenge. Always.” He sealed it with a kiss.
Did somebody just suck all the air out of the carnival?
“Oh, we have a contestant!” the ruddy-faced, grungy man proudly proclaimed to those passing by. Of course some stopped. “Step right up and knock down the rows of bottles and win a prize. One set, pick from the first shelf. Two sets, pick from the top shelf. All three, choose one of our huge stuffed animals!”
Dubois nodded, then glanced at me. “Which animal do you want?”
I thought he was being overly optimistic because like I said, these things are rigged. I imagined I’d probably leave with one of the small dogs at best, but since he asked, I told him the zebra.
“Zebra it is.” Dubois took the first ball, bounced it in his hand, then looked up at the carnie. “Do I get a practice throw?”
“Why, sure! One practice throw. After that, they all count!” The carnie smiled a smile that showed chipped and rotten teeth. Why? I don’t know. With a mouth like that, I’d keep my hand up in front of it.
Dubois bounced the ball again, then pulled his arm back and threw. I groaned quietly. He only managed to get three out of the six bottles in the pyramid to fall. Not a good sign.
The carnie must have thought it was a good sign for him because he quickly placed three balls in front of Dubois. “Not bad. Now keep that up and your lady can get something off the bottom shelf!”
Dubois pulled me closer. “I need a kiss for good luck.” I leaned in, planning for a peck, but he had other ideas. His tongue snaked in my mouth, hijacking my tongue and twirling it into submission. My hands crept up to curl around the back of his neck and pull him closer. Just as I felt my leg lifting from the ground, intent on wrapping it around Dubois’s thigh, the carnie cleared his throat.
“There are children here, folks.”
The redness crept up my neck and spread to my cheeks. A peek past Dubois showed we had indeed garnered an audience, including a kid who had dropped the top scoop of his ice cream cone as he stood with his mouth gaped open watching us. Definitely the wrong place and time.
Dubois seemed unfazed; in fact, a smile was perched on his lips. He lifted a ball, gave me a wink, and let it fly! The ball hit low on the pyramid and all the bottles tumbled over. Without a break, he threw the next two balls. The other pyramids collapsed just like the first. Hot damn! A smile broke out on my face and I clapped my hands in glee. The carnie looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.
“The lady would like the zebra, please.”
The carnie handed it over reluctantly. Dubois then passed it to me, and I hugged it to my chest like I was an excitable high school girl on her first date with a boy. Hell! I was on a first date with my husband, so I was entitled.
“I like to see you smiling like that at me.” He ran a finger down the side of my face. If that zebra had been gunpowder, we would have exploded.
“Thank you. What else would you like to do?”
Dubois broke eye contact and looked at the rides. I groaned when his eyes landed on the Ferris wheel, my nemesis. “I have never ridden on the big wheel, but I always wanted to.”
“They didn’t have fairs in Extania?”
“No. Too small and besides,” he looked away, “our…resources…were limited.”
That sealed the deal for me. “Well, time to make up for what you’ve missed so far!” I said brightly and took his hand. “Let’s go!” I tugged his arm, pulling him along beside me this time.
Dubois paid for the tickets, and in seconds, a slightly cleaner carnie was leading us into our car. The zebra was tucked between us like a child. My palms were sweating as I held on to the safety bar; my stomach fluttered since I’d failed to mention one important point: I really didn’t like heights.
Dubois was chatty and I was good until the car stopped at the very top and began rocking. My stomach roiled then. I clutched the bar and the zebra and felt the sweat popping out on my forehead. All I wanted was to be on the ground.
Dubois recognized something was wrong. “You are afraid?”
“Very,” I said between teeth clenched out of fear and to stop the vomit rapidly crawling up my throat.
He nodded and shifted over, squeezing me and the zebra tighter. “I will let them know we