NINE
SINCE THAT PTA meeting, Tammy had been working around the clock. Thanks to Stephanie’s assignment, she had been tasked with planning the cast party for the students.
Although the play was over five weeks away, planning for the event began immediately.
There had only been one week of planning and organizing. Tammy already felt overwhelmed. Not to mention, her mind was preoccupied with other things. She hadn’t seen Victor during that entire week.
She wondered if he was still interested, or just busy. Their night together had been explosive. Unless he was having second thoughts, she didn’t understand why he wouldn’t want round two.
Her text messages and phone calls received brief uninspiring responses.
Was he content to just have her for one night and then never again? That wasn’t the impression Tammy had received. She hated to think she was a grown woman afraid of getting played.
I should know better.
Jabari wasn’t home that night. Tammy was cooking for one while her son slept over at a friends house. Tammy didn’t normally allow sleepovers on a school night, but since they had a large math project due the next day she figured she could make an exception.
Plus, Jack Hitzman’s mother was incredibly kind to Tammy. She was decidedly the nicest woman in the PTA.
After Tammy prepared her simple meal, Victor called.
“Am I interrupting you?”
Choking down a piece of broccoli off her plate, Tammy replied, “No. Is everything alright?”
“Si, it’s alright. I want you to come over.”
“Now?”
Her only plans had been watching Netflix and going to sleep at 9 p.m. When you have a kid, you appreciate every second someone else is looking after them.
He sounded nervous when he replied.
“Yes, Now.”
The thought that he could be nervous amused Tammy. He was nervous? She was the one who felt like she was totally out of her league. Victor was sexy, established and he didn’t have a reputation as the town tramp.
Tammy didn’t want to trek all the way over to Victor’s on her one off night from parenting.
“What do you think about coming over to my place? Jabari is gone for the night,” Tammy answered.
Bold move, but it would throw their conversation into the right direction.
Victor paused for a moment.
“Yes. Text me the address,” He replied.
He hung up and Tammy texted him the address to her house. Her heart raced and she clutched the phone to her chest. He hadn’t forgotten her. What they had was more than a one night stand.
As she waited for Victor to come over, Tammy fantasized about what their encounter would be like the second time. The first time had been like an explosion. It had been passionate and intimate beyond belief. Tammy hadn’t felt that way about someone in a long time. Not to mention, Victor was her childhood crush.
She crossed her legs and squirmed in place, thinking about what another night with him could mean. She’d been longing for his smell, for his dominant masculine touch.
It was easy to get used to a man after you hadn’t had one around for a while.
She slipped into a sexy sheer lace black Victoria’s Secret bodysuit that hugged her curves. She covered it up with a silk black bathrobe.
If he was coming over, Tammy wanted to impress. Since having her baby she had put on a few pounds but that didn’t detract from how gorgeous she was. Every scar, every blemish, every extra bit of chub created Tammy’s beauty.
You couldn’t have perfection without the flaws. Tammy was a complete and beautiful woman.
Victor pulled up at her house so quickly Tammy wondered if he had followed the rules of the road or if he had drag raced there. She waited for him on the porch, her robe providing barely any protection from the elements.
He scanned his surroundings as if he were afraid of being seen. Victor half jogged into her house. Once Tammy closed the door behind them, he picked her up off her feet and kissed her.
When he set Tammy back down, Victor greeted her, “Buenas Noches bonita.”
He kissed her, and when their lips touched again, Tammy felt the surge of electricity bursting through her. Their passion had far from fizzled. Crossing the boundaries of propriety in their stiff neighborhood hadn’t been a one-time wanton desire. The craving persisted.
Once on her feet, Tammy undid her bathrobe and revealed to Victor the sexy piece of lingerie she was wearing beneath it.
“Good evening,” Tammy responded.
Her curves spilled out of the sides of the garment, sending Victor’s cock into an instant raging hard-on. His eyes transfixed on her physique, so thick and voluptuous and more importantly, responsive.
He wanted to ravage her right where she stood. His Spanish libido rose in his chest and he started breathing with a low deep growling in his chest as if he were a leopard about to pounce.
It had been so long since he’d seen her. He’d hoped that she hadn’t lost interest in him by then.
“I’ve been busy with the students.”
Tammy had forgotten that during the day he was the charming, but quiet professor. No one besides her knew what sort of man lay beyond closed doors.
“I didn’t mean to neglect you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close for a kiss.
“At least you’re here now.”
“Yes,” he replied, “I’m here…”
She kissed Victor again. Her desire for him grew more urgent than she’d initially realized. His warmth and the release she experienced in his arms was welcome respite from her problems… from her loneliness.
“Have you missed me?” He asked.
“Not exactly?”
“I think you’re lying.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yes. It’s intuition picked up from years of working with teenagers.”
“Maybe you’re getting a little rusty in your old age.”
He smirked, “Very funny.”
“Right. You aren’t that old,” Tammy winked.
Victor leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers.
“I think your wet little pussy has been aching for my cock…”
Tammy bit down on her lower lip and averted her eyes. Every inch of her screamed, “Guilty!”
He’d been reluctant to approach her again. They were both risking so much. His desire for her overcame his common sense. She’d been on his mind all week, distracting him from his students.
As he was supposed to be grading pictures, he’d be picturing her bent over his test getting bad for her teacher.
He smirked as he ogled her before him, moments away from satisfying his craving.
Victor stripped Tammy’s robe off leaving her standing before him in just her lingerie. He bent his head down to her covered breast and began to pleasure her nipples through the lace fabric.
“Delicious,” he said.
“I can’t help but want to be bad for you,” she confessed.
“If you want to be bad, take that thing off.”
“Not yet,” Tammy said, “Don’t you know how to be patient?”
“No,” he growled, stretching the lace across her breasts and releasing them from their fabric prison.
“They’re hard,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over them.
“Only for you,” she replied.
Victor licked around her areola under she started to moan and buckle with pleasure. He worked his hands over her hips, cupping her buttocks and pulling her close to him.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, “Delicious.”
He slid the lace outfit over her body appreciating the soft curve of her hips and waist. He could smell the soft damp honeysuckle scent of her wetness already. Her flower pulsed with desire for him and he couldn’t help what he craved from her.
“Did you think about me?” Victor asked, removing his head from her breasts and kissing her neck.
“Think about you?”
“Yes,” he replied, “While I was gone.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you touch yourself?” He asked.
“Victor!”
He licked her neck, sucking on her flesh and then pressing his teeth down until she squirmed.
“Answer me,” he growled.
She squirmed and refused to reply and again he sank his teeth into her flesh until she moaned.
“Yes,” she confessed, “I touched myself.”
“Did you cum?” He asked, reaching his hand for her wetness, moving slow and warm across her belly.
“Yes…” she whimpered.
“Did you moan my name?”
He pried apart her pussy lips, sticking two of his fingers between them and massaging her folds with slow round motions.
“Yes…” she whimpered.
“Did you miss daddy’s cock?” He growled.
“Yes…Daddy…”
Tammy exploded as he massaged her to climax. She cried out and her legs buckled beneath her. Victor held her up effortlessly and lifted her to her feet as she trembled in grateful pleasure before him.
“Get up,” he said, “I’m going to make you cum so hard tonight Tammy.”
“Yes…” she whimpered.
“Yes who?”
“Yes… Daddy…”
He liked that huh? She did too. Saying the words, calling him daddy, made her feel naughtier than she could have ever imagined. Her thighs trembled and her wetness continued to ooze sticky juices of pleasure.
“Bend over,” he said, pressing her body over the arm of her couch.
She’d heard the commanding voice before demanding the most innocent requests:
Close the door.
Don’t be late.
Pop quiz.
That dominant side had been exposed in the bedroom and Tammy’s pussy dampened as she thought about her teacher finally having her.
He massaged his hand around her ass cheeks, dipping his fingers between her folds and then tasting her juices as she presented herself for his use.
He bent to his knees, ready to worship at her entrance. Her wetness pulsed and a thick droplet of her clear juices fell, ready to splash its way down her thighs. Victor’s tongue caught the droplet and he licked it up, trailing his tongue back up along her thigh right until he came to her engorged hole.
He lapped his tongue around the folds, careful not to dive too deeply between her legs. For this to work, he’d have to tease her.
“Do you like to feel daddy’s tongue in your pussy?” He asked.
“Yes…” she moaned.
“Do you want daddy to eat your tight little pussy?”
“Yes…”
“Do you want to cum?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
He pressed his tongue deep between her folds, satisfied that she’d begged for mercy enough times. Tammy bucked her hips back and Victor controlled her thighs. She cried out as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper. She arched her back, moaning as she climaxed. Victor didn’t stop sucking on her wet lips until she exploded and juices flowed into his mouth.
She squeezed her thighs together as she shook with pleasure and Victor removed his lips from their position. Her soft brown thighs were coated with her juices and sticky to the touch.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Victor chuckled, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what?”
“Daddy…”
“Oh?”
“Si,” he whispered, “I want to hear you in my native tongue.”
He pressed his finger beneath her chin, keeping her gaze fixated on his own.
“Will you obey me?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good. En Español.”
“Si, papí.”
“Ay… Yes…You make me so hard, Tammy.”
He started to undress. Tammy stood and then leaned back against the arm of her couch as she watched him.
He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a perfectly cut physique. Tammy’s mouth dropped open.
“How much do you work out for a body like that?”
“Sex is my exercise,” Victor replied, “It’s the European way.”
Tammy folded her arms, pretending to pout.
“How many women do you have to sleep with to get an 8-pack?”
Victor chuckled, “What? Are you jealous?”
“Is it that many women?”
Victor shrugged, “Come on Tammy, we’re both adults. We don’t need to discuss numbers.”
“Maybe we do.”
Victor chuckled, “Listen Tammy, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care how many men you’ve slept with.”
“Three,” she blurted out.
Victor clicked his teeth.
“Tammy, it’s not important.”
“Tell me,” she insisted, “Tell me your number.”
“It’s big…”
“Yeah? Over ten?”
Victor looked at her, a look of pity coming into his eyes.
“Over two hundred.”
“Jesus!”
“Tammy,” he said, “Don’t freak out. I’m a man who loves making love.”
“A player?”
“No,” he said, “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
“If I’d slept with over two hundred people would you be saying the same thing?”
Victor replied, wondering how he’d gotten himself into this mess, “Tammy, I said it didn’t matter. I meant it.”
“Prove to me I’m not just another notch on your belt then.”
“You aren’t.”
“That isn’t proof.”
“You want something more?”
He approached her, stepping into her personal space and locking his eyes with hers.
“Yes.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you scared?”
His eyes bore into her soul. Her heart pounded and she didn’t dare lie to him.
“Yes.”
“Of what?”
“Of you.”
“No,” he replied, “Not of me.”
“Of getting hurt.”
“Right,” he whispered, “Isn’t that what we’re all afraid of.”
“You can’t sweet talk your way out of this.”
“I know,” he said, “I just want you to trust me.”
“I can’t…”
“You’ll sleep with a man you don’t trust?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Darling,” he whispered, “You think too much.”
“Make me stop then,” Tammy whispered.
Victor didn’t know if he could make her stop, but he could at least press his lips to hers and grip her hips, letting her know that in his arms, she’d be safe, at least for the moment.
“Did that help?” He whispered.
“A bit.”
“Don’t doubt me so much Tammy.”
“You haven’t exactly been a gentleman.”
“So what? You tire of passion so soon? Now you want a gentleman.”
He pressed his lips to her hands, almost mocking her.
“Maybe I do.”
“You want love making then?”
“Yes.”
“Slow?” He whispered.
“Yes.”
“Sensual?”
“Yes…”
“Spanish?”
“Yes…”
He reached for his pants and pulled out his cock.
“Look into my eyes,” he commanded.
Tammy looked into his eyes. He didn’t flinch as he beckoned her to come closer. He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock.
“Feel it,” he said.
She started to stroke his length, her palm barely wrapping around the impressive member which appeared even larger face to face.
He guided her onto her back on the couch and positioned his body on top of her. He started to press into her, nice and slow, just the way she’d asked for it. He betrayed no impatience as he inched into her as slowly as he could.
She relaxed, pressing her head back into the pillow as he filled her to the hilt. She was already starting to feel so stretched out. Her pussy relaxed and moistened to accommodate Victor’s penetration. Victor shoved the rest of his cock deep inside of Tammy. She groaned again.
He pushed inside of her rutting as he thrust as hard as he could. He drove those slow, deep strokes into her until her moaning reached a crescendo. Once he buried his cock in her, she no longer had control.
This was beyond any fantasy she ever had. Tammy cried out as her first orgasm from Victor’s massive cock washed over her body. She lost control. Her body ceased responding to her and all she could do was tune in to the pleasure vibrating between her thighs.
Her pussy spilled forth like a broken dam, coating Victor’s hardness in her sticky liquid. Her head spun as she teetered dangerously on the edge of unconsciousness. She gasped for him, gripping his back and pulling him closer as she exploded.
He continued to make love to her, slowly, savoring every bit of her flesh.
“You like that?”
“Sí, papí,” she moaned breathily.
Tammy groaned and slammed her hips back to meet his thrusts. She picked up the pace now, eager to bang her way to another climax before Victor finished between her thighs. Again he insisted on entering her unsheathed, claiming to prefer the feeling of her natural flesh squeezing the life of his cock. Tammy bucked and yelled, vocalizing in a way Victor had never experienced before.
He wondered what it would be like to stop making love to her and surprise her with the pleasure of nine inches right up her ass…
Maybe some other time…
Her pleasure intensified until she came again, squirting her juices all over Victor’s cock.
The sight of her losing control of herself beneath him pushed Victor over the edge. He grabbed her hips and came inside her. His cum rocketed from his hardness and coated the walls of her wetness. She responded by shuddering again beneath him.
He pulled out of her, spiraling down to earth from his heavenly climax.
Sweat dripped from his brow and he panted in exhaustion. Tammy turned around and ogled his glistening, tanned body covered in sweat. He was too damned fine…
Victor smiled at her. He knew what that look on her face meant.
“Happy?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Where’s Jabari?” He asked.
“Now you ask,” she teased.
“You wouldn’t have brought me here if he were here.”
“Good point. Sleepover.”
“Ah.”
“Why?”
“If you don’t mind, I wish to spend the night.”
He asked with the good graces of a gentleman, betraying a gentle smile as he did.
“Of course,” Tammy said.
She led Victor upstairs to her bedroom. The giant suite was fit for a queen and Victor made himself at home immediately, leaping onto her bed and resting his head on the pillow.
“Ah,” he said.
“What is it?”
“It’s nice here. Reminds me of Spain.”
“What does it remind you of?”
“My parents’ estate.”
“Your parents?”
“Si. They are very wealthy in Spain. My second cousin is famous, a director.”
“Oh…” Tammy said. She hadn’t known, but she recalled hearing the director’s name before and wondering if there was a relation.
“Do you miss it?” She asked.
“Sometimes. Mostly I miss the wine.”
Tammy chuckled, “The wine?”
“Sí. Us Spaniards love our drinking.”
“What else do you love?” She asked, joining him on the bed and pressing her head into the pillow.
“We love to make love,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
“I already knew that.”
“Yes,” he replied.
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time,” Tammy confessed.
Victor furrowed his brow.
“Dangerous, Tammy.”
“Dangerous?”
“Yes. What we’re doing is dangerous. We should be careful of how much we… feel.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“People could get hurt…”
“Like who?”
“Like you,” he said.
“You told me I wasn’t just a notch on your belt.”
“I meant it,” Victor replied.
He sighed and continued, “If Stan Duffy found out I was dating the parent of a student I could lose my job.”
“Do you need that job?”
Victor smiled, “I’m rich, not lazy.”
He added, “Jabari could lose his position at Willowcrest.”
Tammy pursed her lips. She’d considered that but she hated Victor drawing the fear to her attention.
“What should we do then?” Tammy asked, her heart racing, “Stop seeing each other?”
“No,” he said, “Not that.”
“Then what?”
“Why are we here Tammy?”
“Are you changing the subject?”
“Not at all,” Victor continued, “Answer the question.”
“I can’t explain this attraction Victor... When you were my teacher, I have to admit I had a crush on you. Now, it just feels like… more.”
“Exactly,” he whispered, “There’s more.”
“Any clue what that means?” Tammy asked.
“Yes,” he said, “It means we keep this private until we figure out what more means.”
Tammy smiled.
“I can live with that.”
She closed her eyes, hoping that nothing would change Victor’s mind.