The Big O (The Virgin Diaries) (11 page)

“I’m guessing it’s one of the reasons you moved.”

“Yeah, one of them.”

“Oren you’ve seen me in more than my fair share of embarrassing moments. Talk to me.”

We walk down a graveled path in silence for a few minutes before Oren grabs my hand and we settle down on a picnic bench.

He shrugs his shoulder a couple of times and acts like he’s going to talk, but nothing ever comes out.

“You’ve seen me at my worse, Oren. Just give me the short version if it makes you feel any better.”

“Why are you so persistent on this, Olivia?”

“Because.” I swivel on the bench, straddling it and scooting as close as possible to him. “I know nothing about you besides the fact you’re a hot cop from California. A seriously hot cop.”

I waggle my eyebrows at him trying to lighten the mood, but it’s the truth. It’s all I know of the man.

“My parents are very concerned about outward appearances. Their house could be burning down and they’d convince you everything is going just peachy.” Oren pauses, so I grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “I was raised around a lot of money. My parents are high society and had set rules of how our lives would go. We were to be the best at everything. It’s just lucky I love law enforcement since I had to follow my dad’s footsteps. I got tired of all their shit and the fact they never let me live life, so I left.”

My heart sinks in my chest. “They want you to come home?”

I can’t muster up the courage needed to look him in the eye and confirm my worse fear. This is my home and I’d never leave my dad.

“Oh mommy dearest is demanding it, threatening me with my inheritance. I’ve heard it time and time again, Olivia. You have no idea how shallow they are. I had to escape. I couldn’t even breath under their control.”

“That sucks, Oren.” I keep my gaze locked on our intertwined fingers.

“My younger brother puts up with their shit doing exactly as he’s told. Dating the girls with the looks and right names. He’s mindless and loves their control. Me, on the other hand, I’ve always butted heads with them. I’d sneak off to the beach and hang out with the friends I wanted.”

I finally look up to him. “So, you’re the black sheep of the family?”

He nods and then pulls his hand from mine, cupping my cheek and leaning in until our lips touch. “Olivia, stop worrying. I’m not going anywhere and I’m sure as hell never going back home.”

“How can you know that?” I ask brushing his lips with each word.

“Because everything I want I’m holding right now and nothing will pull me from it.”

I respond with a kiss that eases my heart and nerves. Several people pass us on the trail so I make it a quick one.

“I’m sorry they treat you like that,” I offer.

“I’m not, Olivia. It brought me to you.”

“When you put it that way. I agree.”

“Thanks for making me open up to you, Olivia.

“Your welcome and thanks for sharing, now let’s go make out under that tree over there.” I point to a line of trees bordering the lake.

“Mmmmm. I get to make out with a hot teacher.”

“We are quite the pair,” I say with a giggle.

Pedro happily trots out in front of us as, hand in hand, we find the perfect tree to settle under. A blanket would be nice, but I’ll take Oren.

He’s the first to sit down and I settle right next him. Within seconds he has me straddling his lap and facing him. He brushes back the long hair framing my face and puts his lips on mine. I do believe kissing is my new favorite extra-curricular activity. My arms easily wrap around his neck, sealing me closer to him. Oren’s lips work me over with each kiss, lick, and nip of his teeth. His large palms sneak up the back of my shirt to my bare skin.

I moan into his mouth with his touch and begin moving my hips back and forth without realizing I’m doing so. His fingers dig into my back while he deepens the kiss. I find myself exploring his sweet mouth with my tongue and being bold and brazen as I do. With thrust of my hips, I feel him through my jeans, and by him I mean his Tony the Tiger.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he huffs out and pulls back.

“What?” I ask with concern.

“I’m having a hard time containing myself here. Thank God we are out in public.”

His hands move from by back and lace into my hair, tugging it back and finding the exposed part of my neck. He trails kisses up and down the tender flesh and then ducks his head lower and bites my hardened nipples through my shirt.

It sends an electrifying thrill through my body, causing me to moan even louder and pushing my chest into his face. I wrap my hands around the back of his head, urging him on. My shirt is pulled up and then it’s just the thin layer of my lacy bra he bites through.

“Oren.” It’s a breathy plea.

“Here.” He sets me next to him and then lays back, pulling me with him.

I peek up to Pedro, who is snoozing and soaking up all the sunrays. Oren tugs me in close to him, positioning me towards the trees, away from the public.

“What?” I ask, intrigued with Oren’s next action.

“Do you trust me, Olivia?”

I shrug. “Just kidding. Yes.”

“Want your first O?” he asks.

“Here?” I squeal and sit up in a flash. My forehead slams into his as I spring upwards.

He rubs his forehead. “Not sex, but let me show you how it feels. It’s like an appetizer of things in your very near future.”

The promise in his voice hypnotizes me into a lusty induced coma where I’d do anything this man asked me to. Oren nudges me back into the grass, while covering the side of my body with his. The sound of my zipper going down is loud and causes me to clam up. Oren must sense it, so he covers my lips with his, swallowing all of my worry.

I concentrate on his kiss, smell, and embracing touch but feel his roaming hand sneaking under my panties. In one second, I’m a worried mess and then the next Oren makes it all disappear with his lips.

His fingers dance under my panties until they reach my…holy shit my magic button. Oren smiles on my lips when he feels my deep intake of breath on his mouth, but he doesn’t slow his fingers as they move around down in my jeans. My brain becomes foggy as he strikes more pleasure with a swirl of his finger. The building tension in my belly fills until I have to pull away from his lip and arch my head back into the grass.

Oren doesn’t halt the rhythmic movement as he continues to stroke me. With each movement, I buck back up into him, hanging on for dear life. It’s an intense sensation I’ve never experienced. Moan after moan escapes me as his fingers work faster and push deeper into my flesh.

My own fingers dig into the earth below me, tearing at the grass, and then pulling it up as I explode and see stars under the touch of Oren. When I open my eyes, I see Oren staring back down at me with a mischievous grin covering his face.

“That’s what it feels like?” I ask, still riding out his hand.

I should be embarrassed, humping his hand and talking to him, but the sensation and emotion rolling through me nulls everything else out. I only see and feel him.

Oren pulls his hand from me, oddly making me feel naked and bared to the world without his touch. He then gives me the show of his life, dipping his fingers that were just in me into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Like, I said, it’s just an appetizer of what’s to come, Olivia.”

O
ren
: What time is the BBQ today?

Me: 11:20 in about forty-ish minutes I get to smell you!

Oren: That’s an early lunch

Me: I teach first grade…they have little bellies

Oren: Can I show up in my uniform?

Me: Pretty Please

Sleeping at night has proven difficult without the touch of Oren. We’ve never stayed over night at my place. I’ve never seen his. However, the man has morphed me into a lip-locking queen. He’s pleasured me with his fingers, lips, and everything in between besides the big dirty deed.

It’s saying a lot since we’ve both been slammed with work and have little time together. Wrapping up a school year is torture on steroids and Oren’s been filling in his new position at the station. He tried explaining to me one night about the detective of something or something, but his lips were just too damn distracting to pay attention.

All I know is he’s a fantastic cop who does his job well. I’ve seen him with his lights on pulling over several members of the community. I don’t spot him on the road much as his job is morphing more into an office detective type. Shit, I don’t know. I just know after weeks of being with him I’m ready for the whole kit’n caboodle.

“So, Mr. Hot Pants is coming to the barbecue today?”

The voice streaming in my room causes me to leap into the air, knocking my knee on my desk, streams of curse words flowing from my mouth as I vigorously try petting the pain from my knee.

“Busted you sexting again!” Scout sings as she plants her ass on the corner of my desk. Then she busts into “School’s Out For the Summer.”

“I swear you have ninja like stalking tendencies.”

“Naw, it’s not that hard when you’re staring at your cell phone like it’s a big piece of chocolate cake.”

“Butthole. And yes he’s still coming to the barbecue.”

“I’m telling you, O, that man is a keeper.” Scout snatches up the half eaten candy bar on my desk. “He puts up with you and Pedro, takes you to dinner every week at your favorite diner whether he’s on shift or not, and now is coming to the end of the year barbecue.”

“He’s pretty awesome.” My voice is dreamy and laced with lust. It happens every single time I talk to Scout about him.

“The guy has it bad for you if he’s willing to come eat an overcooked paper thin patty with a stale bun and a side of first grade snot.”

It’s definitely odd for Scout to be talking about me and Oren more than her last rambunctious sexual encounter with Taylor. I’m pretty sure they’ve exhausted every single position, device, and toy.

“Is Taylor coming?” I regret it the moment the question leaves my mouth.

“No.” Her face grows sad and then huge tears begin streaming down her cheeks.

“Scout.” I’m up and on my feet at her side, hugging her. The only time I can remember her crying is when she lost the after school fight to Scotty McLockit in fourth grade. She landed a few a good punches, but then he rang her bell.

“He left me.”

“What?” I grip her shoulders and make her face me.

“I found out he was cheating and I wanted to make it work, but he left.”

“What?” I yell louder this time. “Why haven’t you told me this?”

“You’re finally having your moment in life and I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

“I’d smack you hard if you weren’t crying.” The truth is, she’s breaking my heart in this moment.

“It just happened last week. I knew things were off.”

“Where is he?” I ask. “I’m going to beat his ass.”

Scout laughs into my shoulder, drying her tears. “Oh yeah, O, I bet he’d be real scared of you.”

“Fucker should be. He broke your heart.”

“It’s like I said, O, it takes time to get over a broken heart, but you’ll never know it’s worth it until you’re all in.”

“I’m so sorry Scout.” I pet her hair, hugging her, and rocking back and forth.

“I’m going to bat for the other team. I’ve already Googled lesbo bars in our area.”

“Stop, you just need time.”

I’ve been through several of Scout’s break-ups. Days on end of junk food, chick flicks, take-out, and lots of tears, but this time I wasn’t there. Then the guilt hits; I’m happy right now living on cloud nine.

“Olivia, stop. I can practically hear your guilt screaming from your thoughts.”

I know this is different for many reasons. One being Oren and the second one is, I really thought Taylor was the real deal. They’d been ring shopping, moved in together, and were inseparable.

“After I check out today, I’m going home for a few weeks, so don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll be over to keep you company.”

“Only a couple times, O, you need to be with Oren, living life.”

“Did I hear my name?”

We both look up from our embraced hold to see Oren in the doorway in his sleek uniform and well-styled hair. My vision flicks up to the clock and see the minutes have flown by. Scout wipes the tears from under her eyes and then faces the wall opposite of Oren.

He picks up on the situation and instantly turns to walk back out the room.

“Stay, Oren, we have to go get our kids in about five minutes.” I walk over to him and have to restrain from kissing the hell out of him.

“Is she okay?”

I nod yes, but whisper no. He mouths sorry.

“Don’t be. It won’t be the last time you walk in on us like this.” I pet his shoulder, remembering how sexy he is topless. “Broken heart.”

Scout bounds past us, recovering like a champ; it’s what she does. “I’ll see you guys outside.”

Once she’s out of earshot, I tell Oren. “I want to kill him or at least chop his nuts off.”

“What have I told you about premeditated crime?”

“Seriously, he cheated on her, she wanted to fix it, then he left her.”

“Relationships are hard and not everything is cut and dry.”

“So, you’re defending him?” I bristle up.

He grabs my shoulders, squaring me up to him. “In no way am I saying that. What I’m trying to say is that maybe Scout is better off without him.”

“I really thought he was the one for her.”

He shrugs. “This is the guy whose cousin had pasta tossed on you, right?”

I begin locking the door and only answer with a nod.

“Hey, I like him because it got me into your pants quicker.”

I turn in a flash to him to find his devilish jokester smile on his face. “I’m kidding, Olivia. Not about liking him or in your pants, but bringing us together more than we were already drawn together.”

“What happened to whose pants?” We both turn to see Kane in the hall holding a pink ticket.

“What are you doing, Kane?” I push past Oren.

“Got a pink slip.”

“I see that.” Raising an eyebrow. “For?”

“That mean third grade teacher yelled at a bunch of us and she gave me this.”

“Who else got one?”

“Just me.”

My blood instantly boils. One, it’s the last day of school for shit’s sake and two, Kane is one of those students teachers easily target in situations like this.

“I swear Miss Olander, I didn’t do anything. A bunch of second graders found a cat on the playground and were holding it under a sprinkler.”

I kneel down, so I’m on his level. “We’ve talked about this, Kane. Was something happening that wasn’t right?”

He nods.
I hate damn cats and probably would’ve been one of the kids tormenting it.

“Did you stand up for the right thing?”

He shakes his head side to side, his lower lips trembling. “But I didn’t do it. All I did was laugh and I’m real sorry about that Miss Olander.”

I take the pink slip from this hand wad it up, step in the classroom and toss it in the bin. It’s one of the few times I’ve gone against another teacher, but will always fight for my students, even if it’s the one who's given me an ulcer over the course of the year.

Oren gives me a sideways look as I shut the door behind me and grab Kane’s hand.

“No principal’s office today or lunch detention. You’ll be eating outside with the rest of the school, Officer Oren, and myself.”

“I promise that I just laughed. I’m sorry, teacher.”

I ruffle his hair. “I probably would’ve laughed too, buddy.”

Oren muffles a laugh of his own, behind a cough as Kane grabs his hand and we walk outside to the barbecue. It’s a bright, beautiful day with lots of vibrating energy zooming around everywhere. I pull down my Ray Bans and search for my class lined up. They just finished up the last carnival and recess put on by the parent teacher association.

“They’re over there, Miss Olander.” Kane nods with his head towards the end of the pavement, near the swings.

“Thanks, buddy.”

Oren stops walking and kneels down by Kane. “You know what, buddy?”

“Uh.”

“We’re not all given equal playing fields but it’s our actions that shape us. You’re lucky to have a teacher who believes in you.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna miss her and I know about playing fields because my sister always talks about getting to home base.”

The horrifying look on Oren’s face sends me into a fit of giggles. I fight to talk between laughter. “He has a high school sister.”

“Kane, I gave you a pink slip. Get inside.” The shout is so loud it stops everyone in their tracks. It’s time I go head to head with Mrs. Cat Shit in the Hair.

“Officer Oren, can you take Kane over to join the rest of the class and line them up for the lunch line?”

The overweight, squatty, greasy-haired, Mrs. Donald charges me. I know she won’t back down and is hell bent on bullying me, so I walk to the grill where our principal is flipping burgers. She’s right on my heels, foaming at the mouth.

“Why is Kane out here?” she asks, gaining the attention of Mrs. Williams, our principal.

“Why didn’t the rest of the students get pink slips?”

She avoids my question. “That’s not the point. He needs to be in the office for lunch detention.”

“I don’t agree.”

“What is going on?” Mrs. Williams asks, wiping her hands on the front of her apron and turning to both of us.

Cat shit blurts before I have the chance to speak. “I gave Kane a pink slip. That boy needs to be whipped into shape before he gets to me in third grade.”

“I threw it away and brought him out here with me. It was unnecessary and he was the only one to get one out of a group of boys.”

“I said no one in the office today,” Mrs. Williams who’s always professional and stern states. “Thank you for bringing him out here, Olivia, this is a day of celebration for the students and teachers.”

She goes back to cooking with the vice-principal and other office staff. I use one of Kane’s signature moves, but peer around making sure no one else sees me. I hold one fist up and use my other hand in a winding motion until my middle fingers is fully saluting her and then march off to find my class.

I will make it my mission to be teaching third grade by the time Kane gets there. It will be hell or high water.

“Miss Olander!” a choir of little voices yell. I shade my eyes and then spot my little group waving like mad. Amy is in the front of the line leading while Oren is in the back following her instructions. It makes me laugh. Even from the back of the line he has them all lined up with plates and plastic ware and even half through the first part of the line.

“Thanks,” I whisper, clutching my pinky to his.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

I nod, not going into detail seeing Kane right in front of him.

“I’ll go to the front of the line and get my plate, then pick a spot in the grass for the class to sit.”

The last day of school usually generates a weird storm of emotions ranging from anxiety to excitement. Anxiety and sadness of letting my students go and excitement for my freedom. It’s something I can’t explain, but I’ve experienced the last three years. Oddly, today it's just excitement filling me from head to toe and that reason is Oren O’Brien; I have someone this summer besides Pedro and Scout.

I find the perfect sunny place for the class and the students start sitting next to me. A couple of the girls decide it would be best if girls sat on one half of the circle and the boys on the other with the “Occifer” as most of them pronounce it.

I let them have their fun and don’t set up much of any structure in the celebration of the last day. I notice Kane is hot on Oren’s heels and makes sure to get the piece of grass right next to him. The next four and half minutes are peacefully quiet as the little ones chow down on their hot dogs or hamburgers, chips, and potato salad.

I nibble on my overdone burger, but stare at Oren most of the time, watching him eat just as quickly as the students. He’s always so good with the kids. Soon a game of Duck Duck Goose breaks out and our little group merges with Scout’s class, who is all finished up eating. We had a reading partner day with her class every Wednesday, so the students know each other quite well.

“Want mine?” I offer Oren my plate. He’s out of breath and finally gave up on the game since each kid kept picking him.

“Yes, I’m starving. That meal did nothing for me.”

Scout laughs out loud. “You know what they say about men with big appetites, right?”

“Scout,” I warn her.

“What?” Oren smirks with a dab of mustard on the corner of his lips. He’s totally intrigued to hear the answer.

“I hear,” she plucks at the wrapper on her water bottle, “I hear they have big appetites.”

My tensed up butt cheeks relax. I’ve come a long way but discussing and joking about Oren’s dick size at the end of the year barbecue is way off my comfort radar.

We all share a laugh. Oren polishes off the plate and then joins in on a game of shooting hoops with some older students.

It’s the perfect wrap to a school year that brought me more surprises than I ever anticipated and just the beginning to finding THE BIG O with Oren.

The End

J
ust kidding
, my story isn’t over yet! My fairytale has just begun.