"He's here!" Amelia squealed.

"Jesus, I think he heard you, too."

"I'm just so excited! I knew you two would hook up."

Grace was nervous. Even more nervous than she had been on her final exam and infinitely more nervous when she had interviewed at her current job. God, she was even more nervous than the night she lost her virginity. But unlike that night, she hoped it wouldn't end in an anti-climax.

She checked herself one more time in the mirror hanging above their fireplace. She had sweet talked the details out of Harrison so she knew that he was taking her to Soul Bistro. It was basically one step up from Trina's Cafe and one step down from Gina's Italian Kitchen. It was perfect! She didn't want fancy but didn't want to go to Trina's where she lunched and brunched nearly everyday.

Soul was smart casual, she would say, so she was wearing a moss green floral button through dress. The buttons ended on her upper thighs so there was a sexy peek a boo slit that ran down the length of her dress which ended just below her knees. She teamed it with nude strappy heels and matching nude coloured crescent shaped earrings.

"Honey, you look fantastic!" she said just as Harrison rapped on the door.

Amelia gave a silent squeal and jumped up and down in excitement.

Grace rolled her eyes but they were also full of mirth. She had to admit, Amelia's elation was contagious. She was pretty darned excited herself.

She opened the door, taking a deep breath and prepared herself for the hotness that was Harrison O'Connor.

He did not disappoint.

He was wearing white chino pants with a dark navy blue short sleeved buttoned up shirt. He wore brown loafers and a brown belt to match. His thick hair was undercut and slicked back.

She realised that she was standing there gawking at him but before she turned away in embarrassment she saw that he was also giving her an appraisal. And if she was not mistaken, she'd bet her bottom dollar that he loved what he saw.

"Let me grab my purse then we can jet. Wanna get out of here before Mama Amelia over there makes us pose for pictures."

Harrison laughed and stuck his head through the door.

"Hey future Mrs Byrne. You doin' good?"

"Not as good as Grace will be tonight. You better have her home well after midnight!"

"For fucks sake, Amelia!" she grabbed her purse off the couch and hustled quickly out the door.

"Bye kids, be safe." Her laughter followed them out the door.

"Phew!" She settled in Harrison's Audi, murmuring her thanks as he opened her door.

"I take it she has high hopes for us?"

"I think she has visions of double dates and playdates." it came out before she stopped herself.

"Shit, I didn't mean we would be having babies." her face heated " I mean, it was a joke. I didn't mean-"

"Grace." Harrison gently placed his hand on her naked knee. A jolt of pleasure rippled through her at the simple touch. God, imagine if he put his hand on her pussy? She would come on the spot.

"Relax, baby."

Baby, she smiled dreamily. God, she was so far gone.

Less than twenty minutes later they were settled into their table situated by the window. It was a busy Friday night with many of the Langley residents and out of towners strolling around the city square.

She loved to people watch and would often get distracted by the moving scenery. Forget music and social media, put her in front of a window and she would have a hard time focusing on work or study.

Interestingly, there was nothing outside that could hold a candle to how fine Harrison was looking this evening.

"Hi, I'm Maria. I'll be your waitress. Hi, Mr O'Connor." The perky waitress who barely looked out of highschool smiled flirtatiously at Harrison.

"Hi, Maria." Harrison gave her a polite smile. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she breathed. "I miss seeing you." she blushed. "I mean, seeing you around school. Now that I've graduated." she added.

Was she invisible? Maria had barely spared her a glance and she noticed that she had only placed one menu down. In front of Harrison.

"Hi! Can I get a menu, please? Harrison, you want a jug of water?"

"Yes, please. Oh, Maria, this is Grace Linwood. We went to school with your older brother, actually. Leo? How is he?"

Maria's face fell as she turned to her. To her credit she gave Grace a polite smile before handing her a menu. "Hi. Um, yeah. He's good. I'll go get your water jug then will take your order."

Grace flicked Harrison a teasing smile.

"Hi Mr O'Connor. How do I get extra credit?"

"Okay, first of all, gross."

She laughed at his fake outrage.

"Do you get that a lot? Crushes from school girls?"

"Uh, yeah. Downside for being one of the only males in their twenties. Working with a bunch of hormonal teens everyday can get a bit.. Testing. They are so shameless these days. I once found a love note that someone had slid under my door. It was....graphic."

"Oh, my God. What did you do?"

"Turned it in straightaway. You can't fuck around with things like that. A rumor or a lie can ruin a teacher's life. Even if proven untrue, the implication is there and will follow them the rest of their career."

"Wow. Yeah, I can imagine that. I mean, I had this college professor who was hot. Girls constantly tried to sleep with him. He wasn't young, he was a silver fox daddy."

"Oh, really?" Harrison's eyes flared with what looked like jealousy. "Is that your type? Silver fox and... daddy? What the hell does that mean? Like, sugar daddy?"

"Umm..." Damn, her habit of reading dirty novels was rumbled. "It's like an older man who takes care of you. Not, financially per se but like umm.. In bed you know and outside of it. Sexually and physically, emotionally. Grr it's hard to explain." She pretended to be busy perusing the menu in order to hide her blush. Thank goodness the restaurant had dimmed mood lighting.

"Interesting," he smiled. He leaned closer. "Can I be your daddy, Grace?"

Okay that should not have sounded hot but if he continued on this way she would need to pop home to change her panties. But before she could reply a voice interrupted them that threw a bucket of ice cold water over her body.

"Harrison?"

Jessica fucking Abbott. Like the clap, she just keeps popping up.

"What are you doing here?" She cooed, not even acknowledging her. Maybe her green dress was camouflaging her.

There was a gentleman standing behind her who she recognised as Jonathan Grant. He was ten years older than them and worked in insurance. She vaguely remembered him being married with kids. By the looks of his suit and tie and Jessica's little black dress, he was either having a very public affair or he was divorced and dating.

"Hey, Jessica. I'm here on a date."

Jessica finally turned towards her, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing and focusing on her with calculated-like concentration. Her shrewd blue eyes took in her appearance and a flash of envy appeared before being replaced by a bright, yet clearly fake smile.

"Why, Grace. Isn't this cute!" By her tone, there was nothing she found of this situation to be "cute."

"Jessica." She greeted her flatly. She gave a small wave to Jonathan who was standing behind her looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hey Mr Grant."

Yes, she called him Mr Grant to be bitchy at Jessica. She felt sorry for him for being caught in the crosshairs of a clearly tense situation.

"So you're on a date, huh? First date or has this been going for a while?"

Harrison turned to her, clearly indicating that the ball was in her court with the answer.

"Well, you know. We've been working closely together, what with the wedding and reunion."

"Reunion?" she sharply said. She turned to Harrison. "She's been helping you with the reunion?"

"Helping is a strong word. I've just been sitting there in a stuffy school hall while he regaled me with tales of his debauched college days."

Harrison laughed and reached out to squeeze her hand. "That's not true. I heard you're also making a pretty sweet centerpiece made of cups."

Grace cracked up laughing at that. "No, no, I'm making an ice sculpture and paper cup hats for everyone to wear."

Harrison chuckled. "Oh, right right."

Jessica's brow furrowed. "That doesn't really fit the theme."

"It's just a running joke we have, Jess." Harrison told her.

"Oh. I thought you told me that you had enough people to help you with the reunion?"

Uh, oh.

"I did but then Amelia pulled out towards the end. So Amelia volunteered Grace's services."

"And I'm sure she just jumped at the chance." Jessica said venomously.

"Actually, Amelia had to cajole me into it. As you told me at the salon, I probably didn't have many good memories."

Harrison sharply turned to Jessica. "You said that?"

She laughed nervously as Jonathan stepped forward to grasp her elbow, muttering that their table was free. She could see their waitress, Maria, hovering in the background. No doubt waiting for a chance to serve her table.

"Darling, I was joking. Remember how we used to joke with Grace back in the day?"

"I remember both of us bullying Grace to the point of abuse. Something that I apologised for, including James."

"Well, I don't remember it that way. But if you were hurt, Gracie," she spat out in fake sincerity, "then I apologise if you felt that way."

That patronising little bitch.

"Okay, Jessica. I think your table's ready. Grace and I want to continue on with our date."

Clearly being dismissed, Jessica huffed and stormed off with a hapless Jonathan quickly following behind her.

"Grace, I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. I don't want an apology from her anyway. It's just a shame she hasn't matured since highschool. Even her bosom buddy, Dee, seems to have become a lot nicer."

"Yeah, Dee's great. She and Jessica don't really hang out much anymore. Ever since Jessica took over the salon she's been a bit of a bitch to her. Some sort of power trip. Dee's actually looking at taking over the salon in Levin when the owners retire. But don't tell Jessica that."

"I'll try to refrain from gossiping with her." She popped a breadstick in her mouth and thanked Maria when she placed two glasses and a bottle of water in front of them.

"What's good here? Haven't been in years."

"Their grilled snapper with tomatoes and fennel is great. So's the clam linguine."

"Oooh, yes, let's get both and share. Is that okay?"

"Excellent, can we also get a plate of skinny fries, please?"

"Yas!" She raised her hand for a high five which he returned enthusiastically with a chuckle.

"And to drink?" Maria asked.

"I'll get your house Sav, please."

"And I'll have a Stella. Thanks, Maria."

She nodded, collected their menus and walked off to punch their order in with the kitchen.

Grace sighed and sat back in her chair, surveying the restaurant. She never really came here, only once for her eighteenth birthday. They usually went to Trina's or O'Ryan's for meals. The place was well lit with a soothing ambience. As she glanced around at the various tables her gaze met the furious blue eyes of Jessica.

Jeez, talk about a mood killer.

Ignoring her, she turned back to Harrison with a soft smile.

"This is nice."

Harrison reached his hands out on the table, palms up. A clear invitation for her to place her dainty ones in his. She gave no hesitation in clasping his strong, warm calloused hands. His thumb stroked her knuckles.

"Thank you for saying yes."

"How do you know I'm not doing some sort of Revenge of the Nerds scenario?" she winked.

"Well, if you wanna trick me into having sex with you, I'm all for it."

She tipped her dark head back and laughed. "That was such a messed up scene." she said, referring to the infamous moment in the movie where the main protagonist wore a mask to have sex with the hot, popular girl at school. She thought she was sleeping with her boyfriend. Luckily, the scene ended well for the nerd, whereas in real life he would be getting a lengthy jail sentence.

"Are you going out with me for revenge, Gracie? Will you make me fall in love with you, only to break my heart?"

"Maybe seven years ago, if I knew you were into me, I would attempt it." she shrugged.

"Gracie."

She looked at him and sucked her breath in at how intense his stare was.

"I was into you. Believe me, I've spent many a time hopping into a cold shower as a hormonal teenage boy thinking of you."

She looked down at his hands quietly. She didn't know how to respond to that. She was so confused. If he was so into her, why didn't he just tell her? Or better yet, stop bullying her? She knew that he felt a lot of social pressure and had a lot of anger within himself that he had needed to address.

"Hey," he softly said.

She lifted soulful blue eyes to his. "I just wish you handled things better when we were kids."

Harrison closed his eyes in pain. "I know, baby. I'm so sor-"

"It's okay, Harrison. You don't have to apologise again. I forgive you."

And she did. Truly.

He lifted her hands to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss there.

Before he could say more, Maria arrived with their drinks and skinny fries.

"Your mains will be here soon," she told the couple.

Harrison lifted his glass up. "To us, baby."

She clinked her own drink against his. "I'll drink to that."

Their food arrived soon after and they eagerly dug into the delicious meal.

Harrison only had two beers that night while she took advantage of a welcome night out with sexy company and ordered four wines. It took a lot for her to get plastered but she had a nice buzz going.

Harrison was entertaining company. They talked about their respective work, what they both did for Spring Break, the places they had travelled to and the places they wanted to go. They were both keen on New Zealand - she really wanted to visit Middle Earth and Harrison wanted to take advantage of the extreme sports that the country offered. They made a silly pact that if they had not gone by the time they were thirty, they would go together.

As the night wore on, glances lingered for longer, touches turned into caresses. A foot may or may not have travelled the length of someone's ankle and calf. She was so turned on and she knew just how the night was going to end.

Harrison's door slammed closed and Grace's back was hurriedly shoved against it as their mouths ate at each other's.

His hands palmed her ass before he lifted her effortlessly up against his chest. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her hands buried in his hair as she sucked greedily on his tongue.

All their pent up sexual tension and flirting had finally bubbled over before it exploded in a hot and heavy makeout session in the restaurant carpark. She had practically climbed the centre console in her desperation to feel him. He too had trouble keeping his hands off her as evidenced by the finger marks on her thighs as his long thick digits climbed higher and higher, teasing the edges of her damp panties.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he had groaned before she spread her legs wider, silently inviting him further access into her wet pussy. His rough fingers had sought out the cream that had gathered in her wet hole while his thumb rubbed her clit.

She had reached down to grab his cock before he pulled back, panting heavily.

"Hey, no fair," she breathed. She reached for his hard length again but he continued to hold her hand off.

"Not here, baby." his hair was dishevelled and his lips were wet and swollen. She was sure her own appearance mirrored his.

She realised where they were - still in the parking lot of Soul. She blushed as she realised that anyone who happened to stroll by could glance in and see two bodies going at it. Good thing Harrison's car windows were tinted.

"I want to be with you, Gracie," Harrison looked at her with need and passion swirling in his brown depths. "Do you want to be with me?"

She knew that what he was asking for was more than just to sleep with him tonight. He was asking for so much more. More than just tonight.

As she stared into his beautiful soulful eyes, she knew what her answer would be.

Fuck their highschool days, fuck the pain, fuck the fact that she lived in California. Fuck everything but what was happening right now.

"Take me back to yours, Harry." she whispered. "I want to be with you. I want your hard cock in my wet pussy."

Harrison closed his eyes. "Jesus," he breathed. He opened them, his eyes narrowed in passionate determination. He reached for her, giving her a hard punishing kiss before quickly turning his car on and swiftly reversing out.

Now they were in his house, after the fastest car ride ever where they were unable to keep their hands off each other's thighs. Their bodies were grinding against one another with her back rhythmically hitting his wooden door.

"Fuck, I have to taste you," he murmured against her lips.

She protested weakly as he set her feet down on the floor. But her objection at losing his warmth was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure as he sunk to the ground in front of her, caressing his hands up her smooth thighs.

"Let me in, baby," he groaned. "Open up for me."

She spread her legs without hesitation, unable to deny him anything. She watched through hooded eyes as he ripped the front of her dress open, buttons flying. He yanked her panties down before glancing up at her.

"I'll give you something to wear tomorrow, baby. But for now.." with a deft pull, he ripped her panties away from her body before casting them aside.

"Ohhh..." she moaned. That was so fucking hot.

He gripped her knee before lifting her leg up and over one broad shoulder. She was open to him. Exposed. She usually felt self conscious of her body while having sex. She enjoyed it but she rarely let herself be so open and scrutinized by her partner. She felt no such embarrassment now. In fact, having her pussy so open, his mouth so close to her sex that she could feel his hot pants against it.... It made her even wetter.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet." He bent forward and took a big inhale of her cunt. "And you smell so good."

"Shut up and eat me," she demanded.

He chuckled. "So bossy." He reached forward and took a long languid lick from her pussy hole to her clit.

Her head fell back on a moan, hitting the door. She didn't care. She would bang her head a thousand times just to feel that first lick again.

"Ohhh yesss..," she moaned. Her eyes squeezed shut as she gave into the immense pleasure his lips and tongue were giving her.

His hands were grasping her ass as he tilted her hips up further, his tongue buried in her pussy, licking and drawing more cream from her, stroking in and out, making her gasp and moan.

He moved his hot mouth up before flicking her clit with his tongue, then covering the small nub with his mouth and sucking.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.