I didn't know what to do with myself, I felt so out of place. The first time I was here it was a rather spontaneous event. I didn't have to worry about what I could and could not do but, this weekend I was a guest in his home and planned to be respectful. I followed his lead and kicked my shoes off at the door, and I kept a tight grip on my bag, not really knowing what to do with it. So I stood back in silence awaiting an invitation to 'make myself at home' or something along those lines.

I watched as he swung his sweater over a chair and tossed his car keys onto the kitchen table. I took a moment to actually obverse my surroundings. His bungalow was an open floor concept, that had tons of natural lighting and was rather spacious. For a single man, he sure didn't live like one. His home was clean and well kept. Instead of a sink full of dishes and beer bottles or soda cans as far as the eye can see, everything was neatly organized and had it's own place. The last time I was here I didn't exactly have time to appreciate these little details but, I did now.

"You look nervous. Are you okay," he asked with a bit of a chuckle and his bright eyes set on me. I blushed and began to sway back and forth on the tips of my toes, not exactly sure what to do or say. "Well come in... Set your bag down anywhere, I'll give you a proper tour," he said with a smile. I felt a bit more at ease hearing that. He was so warm and inviting. Which for being the first of what I would hope to be, many weekends spent here to come was much appreciated. I smiled back at him and nodded my head, setting my bag down at the door, right near our shoes for the time being.

Mr. Fischbach beckoned me over with his index finger and proceeded to point to each area individually. "That's the kitchen, there's the living room, and there's the hall that leads to the rest of the house." Obviously, I could plainly see what was in front of me but found it kind of cute that he felt the need to be Captain Obvious. His hand then ran down the length of my arm, and his hand took a hold of mine as he lead down the hallway.

There was a door to the left, a door a little further down the hall on the right, however, I already knew that was the bedroom and an archway at the end of the hall. From where I was standing it seemed like the room may have been his office space, and it also had a glass sliding door leading out into the backyard.

He stopped by the door on the left first and reached in in order to flick on the light switch. It was a rather modernized bathroom much like the rest of the house but, better yet there was a large walk in shower. Mr. Fischbach pointed to a small cabinet that rested on the floor against the back wall. He walked over to it, crouched down and proceeding to open it. "Face clothes and towels are under here whenever you feel like taking a shower."

I wasn't particularly paying much attention to where the towels were stored. Frankly, I just didn't care at the moment. I was much more occupied with thinking about how much fun we could have in a shower that size over the weekend. When I finally focused my attention back on Mr. Fischbach he was wearing a sideways grin and had this lustful look in his eyes. "I know what you're thinking, I was thinking the same. So maybe later." I giggled and flushed, at his response. I found it kind of funny that he knows me so well, as he's already able to read my mind. "Am I really that obvious, Sir?"

He rose to his feet and approached me with arms open wide draping them around me. Taking a tight grip around my body. He playfully fondled my ass cheeks through my tights and nuzzled his scruffy face into my neck planting a few sloppy kisses. I threw my head back as a reflex and my breathing became more hitched. I ran my hand up into his hair, while he was busy nibbling at my neck. For something he said would happen later, he wasn't making it easy for me, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop it.

I loved having him close to me like this and I loved even more when he got rough with me like he was doing at that moment. His warm skin against mine, his heated breath trailing down my neck, and the scent of his cologne lingering off of him made left me trembling. "Mmm, Sir I love when you do that." I took a tighter grasp onto the lock of hair I had been holding onto for the last few moments, as I felt myself beginning to get weak. "Don't tell me the tour stops here Sir. I think you should show me the bedroom," I whispered.

His lips parted from my neck, and his eyes met mine once again. I bit my lip and very slowly nodded my head to him. However, his reaction to my request wasn't at all what I thought it was gonna be. Instead, his lips slanted upright into a devious grin and he let go of his grip around me. "Are you hungry, do you wanna order something? I'm starving!"

He then left my side, proceeding back down the hall and into the kitchen. I quickly followed him into the kitchen, completely stunned that he would just up and leave when I was practically begging him to bring me to the bedroom. "Um, hello! Pretty girl asking you to fuck her.... and you're ordering dinner?" I thought surely he would have jumped at the opportunity. Instead, there he stood calm and collected as if nothing had happened, picking up the cordless phone from off the kitchen counter and dialing a number.

I took a seat on a chair at the kitchen table, and stared at him just giving him on of those 'looks.' Mr. Fischbach playfully stuck his tongue out to me and covered up the mouthpiece of his phone. "Think of it as payback. Besides, we have all weekend. Don't worry, I promise by Sunday you won't be able to stand on your own." He then shot a wink in my direction and carried on with his phone call. 'Okay, I'll play your little game. We have all weekend, that's plenty of time for payback of my own.'

I leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling silently chuckling to myself thinking of every possible scenario there could be for me to get back at him. However, the night was still young and I had more than enough time to put a plan into action. I didn't bother to ask what he was ordering, I wasn't picky enough to really care. Instead, I kept quiet and spent that time plotting revenge.

"So are you caught up on your reading material?" I glanced over at him to find he had gotten off the phone. I must have been so consumed with my own thoughts that I didn't even take notice. Although I wasn't sure which reading material he was talking about and was a bit confused. "To Kill a Mockingbird? You should be at least halfway done the book by now." I stuttered and struggled to find an answer. I hadn't really even picked up the book since the end of that test a few weeks back.

Nervously I began to scratch my head. "Come on! You invited me to spend the weekend with you and you're gonna pressure me about school?" His eyes lit up and then began to laugh, as he reached up into a cupboard above the sink taking down two wine glasses. "Cut me some slack. I am still your English Teacher after all. I have some paper's to grade, come with me to the back room. I have my own copy, you can pick up where you left off," he said pouring himself a glass of what looked to be red wine.

I got up from my chair, and although didn't feel much like reading on a weekend the book was still fascinating and I would have nothing better to do while he grades papers. I left him in the kitchen and proceeded to the back room. I was right, it was an office space. A computer desk off to the right side of the room, and a comfortable looking leather chair beside a bookshelf off to the left. I took a peek through the bookshelf to find the book I was looking. However, I was somewhat staggered to find other great pieces of literature: Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Moby Dick, Catch 22, The Great Gatsby, A Tale of Two Cities, Of Mice and Men and even some works by Edgar Allan Poe.

I really didn't know why I would be so shocked he has all these. I guess I just always seen him as a guy who happened to teach English as a career. I didn't really think he had a passion for it. I guess that was just one more thing there was to admire about him. Finally, I found it, To Kill a Mockingbird on the fourth shelf down, six books in.

I plucked it from it's resting place, flipping through it to find the start of chapter six, and taking a seat in the leather chair just in time to see Mr. Fischbach wondering down the hall with two glasses in hand. He walked into the room with a spring in his step. Spinning his computer chair and taking a seat, he reached across to me and handed me a glass. "I always have a glass of wine or two once I get home for the night. It's a great stress relief," he said putting his glass to his lips taking a small sip.

I looked down at my glass in hand, swirling it around before taking a sip for myself. I was taken back when the taste in my mouth was sweet inside of bitter like I had always heard red wine to be. The look on my face caused him to let out a bit of a chuckle. "You look surprised. You didn't think I was gonna let you indulge in a glass of wine, did you? That's why I gave you grape juice."

I began to huff at his statement. I knew I wasn't old enough to drink but, the fact that he didn't at least offer made me feel like he seen me as a kid. It somewhat bothered me, and I didn't really appreciate it. "So what, I'm old enough for you to fuck but not old enough to have a glass of wine? I'm not a child, please don't treat me like one."

I don't know what would have caused an outburst like that over something so small. I guess I just felt like maybe my age would be the real reason as to why he didn't want to label our relationship. He's a charming, intelligent, sophisticated and beyond handsome man who would probably want someone more around his own age, and more like him. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was I had to offer him.

"You're right. You're a bright and beautiful young woman, and I apologize. For what it's worth wine, especially red wine is more of an acquired taste. I wasn't quite sure if you'd like it or I would have at least made the offer. How about we have a glass together over dinner?"

I was pleased to see I was able to get my point across to him. Although I had never had wine before, and knew it probably wouldn't be my thing that wasn't the point. The point was, I wanted to show him that I may be young but I'm mature for my age. Maybe a glass of wine wasn't going to be able to prove that to a significant amount but it was a start. I peered back down to my book with a smile. "I'd like that, Mr. Fischbach."-"Remember what I said before. When it's just you and I you can call me Mark."

***

A little while later, I was beginning to get hungry and was thrilled when we were finally disrupted with the chimes of the doorbell. Mr. Fischbach spun his chair around and got up, taking my glass and his with him as he left the room and headed towards the front door. I stayed seated and continued to read as I had almost finished the chapter. "Are you gonna come eat," Mr. Fischbach called out to me from the kitchen. I didn't have time to finish the read, but I took note of the page number and closed the book setting it back on the bookshelf.

Walking out into the kitchen, the food smelled great, and there he was standing beside the table unpacking the take out from its brown paper bag. I took a seat at the table, as he placed a tin foil tray down on the table in front of me, and another tray across the table where he would be sitting. "What'd you order?" Although I'm sure I could have uncovered the tray at this point, it was more polite to wait for him to take a seat before I dug in.

He didn't answer me right away but instead began to rinse my glass clean, before opening the fridge and taking out that bottle of wine yet again, This time he seemed to be pouring us both a glass. He came back to the table glasses in hand and, set them down in front of out seats. "Spaghetti and meatballs. I hope that's okay."-"Sounds great."

To my surprise he didn't immediately take a seat but instead went across the room into the living room area, reaching for something on the coffee table. I watched with curiosity as he came back into the kitchen area and retrieved something from the top of the fridge as well and then set the largest item in his hand in the center of the table. 'A candle?'

I watched as he opened the second item in his hand, a matchbox and sparked a match and guided the flame to the candle wick. I couldn't help but smile. I had never had something like this. It was the literal definition of being wined and dined. As he turned out the kitchen light and the flame from the candle illuminated the room, he took a seat across the table from me and we locked eyes for a moment. It was all so romantic, and very heart warming. It was a little overwhelming and, I left almost as if I was gonna begin to cry.

"What do you say after dinner we watch a movie or something? I can always finish grading those papers in the morning." Beginning to uncover the food set in front of me I looked back up, swiping the hair out of my face and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and nodded to him. This was beyond perfection, and I had no idea why I had any doubts, to begin with. 'Maybe he doesn't feel it now, but hopefully, he will soon.'

We spend the next hour by candlelight, having one of those deep and meaningful conversations like we always do. We sat across from one another talking about everything there was to talk about and just enjoyed each other's company in general. The candle had seemed to finish burning by the time we had finished eating. Although I loved what just happened, now more than ever I was looking forward to the rest of this weekend and prayed it would be just as fantastic as tonight had been thus far. The beautiful silence that ended dinner was then broken.

"Did you bring pajamas or something? If so, why don't you go get changed? I'll clean up and then we can go through Netflix and find something to watch?" I followed his suggestion, and went back by the door, swiping my bag from where I set it down earlier and headed off into the bathroom to change.

I sat on the toilet and went through my bag to find myself a pair of blue plaid sleeping pants, and a white t-shirt that would be comfortable to sleep in and then began to strip. As I stripped down, I folded the clothes I was previously wearing, packing them neatly into my bag and proceeded to change.

Now that I had finished eating, I had no plans to have anything else for the rest of the evening. I leaned down and went back into my bag, taking out my toothbrush, and the travel sized toothpaste I had packed for myself. I stood hovering over the sink and ran the faucet, uncapping the toothpaste and squeezing it onto the toothbrush. 'At least if we kiss tonight my breath will be minty fresh.'

I let out an innocent little giggle, as I began to brush. A few minutes spent in the bathroom and I was finished. I shut off the faucet, and picked my bag up from off the floor, and left the bathroom. When I got back to the main area of the house I found the kitchen work was already done. I glanced around to find there he was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the categories on Netflix. Before I took a seat, I spotted his sweater still hung over the kitchen chair. It was somewhat cold, so I decided to put it on, as I was sure he wouldn't mind.

With Mr. Fischbach's eye's still glued to the screen, I plucked his sweated from off the chair and wrapped myself in it before joining him on the sofa. It was soft, warm and indeed comfortable. As I took a seat next to him, he had a gleam in his eye, and a bit of a smile. "It looks good on you, but then again I haven't seen you in anything that didn't."

I blushed, swiping my hair off to the side and leaned back into his sofa. Staring off at the television I watched and he swept through different movies, to stop at the occasional few to read what it was about. Finally, I had seen one that I knew, loved and wouldn't mind watching again. "Can we watch Law Abiding Citizen, Sir?" Mr. Fischbach scrolled over to it, taking a moment to read what it was about. "I haven't seen it. Is it any good?"-"I personally love it. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too."

He smirked and slightly nodded his head, and clicked play on the movie. I leaned my head onto his shoulder as the movie began, and curled up into what I call 'ball form.' This movie was what I'd believe to be a sheer masterpiece and probably one of my absolute favorites.

***

I opened my eyes to find myself alone in his quiet and darkened living room. It took me a few moments to realize I must have fallen asleep. I laid there staring off into the darkness and found I had been covered up, and a throw pillow had been placed under my head. I was tired and comfortable but all I could do was smell his sweet cologne lingering from off his sweater. It smelled just like him, and although I didn't want to move, smelling his cologne made me realize I much rather have him wrap me in his arms then have his sweater wrapped around me.

I sat up, and took a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the new lighting situation and when they did I dragged myself off the sofa. Before heading to his room I stopped by the kitchen table and unzipped his sweater, throwing it back over the same chair I got it from and the proceeded down the hallway to his room. I took a hold of the door handle and slowly opened it, stepping into yet another dark and quiet room.

Now that my eyes were adjusted to the lighting, it was easy to make out the shape of his body laying underneath the blanket on the right side of the bed. Cautious not to wake him I tiptoed across the floor to the other side of the bed, and gently pulled down the blanket. I slowly lowered myself down onto his bed and laid back, laying my head down on the free pillow and pulled the blanket back up onto myself. I slowly rolled over onto my side, with my back to him and closed my eyes.

Mr. Fischbach let out a groan and, then scooted closer to me, wrapping one of his arms around me and held me close without saying a word. I shuffled myself against his warm body and took a grip on his arm. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together as if they were made to be wrapped around one another. Once again I closed my eyes. This time, much happier, and I was began to drift back off to sleep with the tender thoughts of how perfect we are together.