“HONEY, I’M HOME!” I yell through the house as I toss my backpack on the couch in search of my man. I find him in the kitchen, no shocker, stirring something in a pot. “Why hello there, Mr. Parker, what are we having tonight?” I ask, walking up to him and giving him a fat kiss on his lips.
“It’s a veal stew. How was class?”
“It was awesome, actually. Mr. Powers chose one students’ essay to read to the class and discuss and guess whose he chose?” My smile totally giving me away.
“Yours, I assume with that look?”
“Yup. Said the detail of my composition hit the nail on the head. Said my intricate dialogue was what made the essay, his words ‘so spectacular.’”
Peter gives me another kiss. “That’s great, baby. I’m proud of you.”
The night in the supply closet changed a lot of things for me. First, my new fear of claustrophobia, because when Peter shut the door, he didn’t realize it locked from the outside. That left us stuck in the closet until someone found us the next day. That also meant that we had plenty of time to talk.
I gave Peter a rundown of my life, watching him with sharp eyes to catch any signs of regret. Any waiver in his smile that said, ‘fuck this, she really is a hot mess and I’m out.’ But I saw none. He laughed at some of my experiences, showed sadness for some of my tougher times, and buckled over hysterically when I told him how I climbed out my window to avoid my last landlord.
He simply didn’t care. He didn’t judge, he never once returned my story with a lecture on growing up. And for that, my heart grew even bigger for him. I realized that night, after another round of steamy hot closet sex that I had quickly fallen in love with him. I think he did with me, too. How do I know? Well, sometimes the eyes just can’t lie.
When we finally left the closet, life moved pretty fast. I worked my last day at Bradford Elementary, which was bitter sweet, because I was going to miss the kids and having rendezvous on my lunch with the nerdy, hot, science teacher. But, what I did do, was tell my sister, after I tackled her for selling me out, that I wanted to stay. She cried, then I cried, then we jumped up and down with excitement.
We did finally manage to inform my parents that I was in close proximity. My mom was upset I didn’t come to visit, but once I told her my plans to stay close to home, she cried. But when I told her my plan, she made me cry. God everyone was crying! But mine was due to her response. I told her that I wanted to finish school. I had two more years, and I wanted to make something of myself. Find a real job, and stop being so irresponsible. She, in turn, told me that she was proud of me, no matter what I did. She also told me that her and my dad had put my college fund away for exactly this. She said she knew I would come home one day.
So, I did just that. I enrolled in the small college just outside of Bradford. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I stuck with business. Peter has been nothing but supportive in helping me through it. Going back to school is definitely not like remembering how to ride a bike and it takes a lot of hard work to get it right. But, he’s been there every step of the way. Whenever I have homework, he helps me. When I have tests, he quizzes me. Of course, his version of quizzing is tying me to the bed with hot wax and asking me questions, which I get wax poured down my stomach if I’m wrong or a treat, like this tongue or finger, when I’m right. I can’t even tell you without blushing what I get when I ace a test.
Peter asked me to move in with him a few weeks ago. So far it’s been awesome. A nerdy science teacher, who’s a freak in the sheets and amazing in the kitchen. Everything a girl could ever ask for. We haven’t spilled the l-o-v-e word yet, but we’re both dancing around it.
“So, how long before dinner’s ready?” I ask wiggling my eyebrows. “A glowing essay deserves something, right?” He slows his churning of the pot, taking his eyes away from dinner to look at me. With that smile that makes my pussy clench, he speaks. “You have thirty seconds to get into the bedroom and get naked, or I’m going to punish that sweet ass. I want you on all fours, and I want you to have one finger already inside you so I can see the wetness on your fingertips.”
I am already running out of the room, giggling. I love it when he gets like this. A man always ready to ravage me. That’s what I do to him. I know he’s going to fuck me with his glasses on, too. My favorite times. I’m in the room and naked in no time. I hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, and when he walks in I look back as he’s already unbuckling his jeans.
“Where are your fingers, Gretchen?” Oh, yeah. I’m so excited, it’s going to show immediately. I insert one finger inside my sex, moaning at the feel. I’m already aroused and swollen with lust. He walks up behind me, taking his palm and rubbing my bare cheek. “Such a good little student you are,” he praises and bends down to lick the juices already dripping down my thigh. His hand grabs at my finger and pulls it out and sticks it into his mouth. He sucks my finger dry then takes his tongue, jabbing it into my cunt.
“Yes,” I moan, waiting all day for this. I was getting turned on just listening to the instructor praise me, knowing I was going to get a special treat when I got home. Peter uses his own finger to thrust inside me, using one hand to cup the front of my sex, while he works me.
“Such a good listener. You’re sopping wet for me. And I love it.” I wiggle my ass at him needing him inside me.
“I need you to fuck me, Mr. Parker, I’ve been so good,” I tease him bringing my hand back under his, so two fingers are inside me, one being mine, the other his. I know this gets him. He’s a dirty man and loves it when I touch myself.
“God, you’re so perfect.” He pulls his hand away to push down his zipper and grab for his hard cock.
“Does this mean I passed, Mr. Parker?”
“Straight A student. Now, I’m going to give you a little extra credit. Try not to disturb the neighbors with your screams while I pound the daylights out of you, okay?”
A wide smile breaches my face, knowing I will most definitely fail that one. He places the tip of his cock at the center of my pussy, and knowing he doesn’t need an invitation, slams his cock inside me.
The End.