Hot For Teacher (53 page)

She pulls her fork from her mouth, and I watch as her lips slide over it. Damn! She smiles as she chews and then my eyes are glued to her throat as it constricts. “Well, there’s not much to tell. Dad left us when I was three, never having anything to do with us again, and Mom has done everything she possibly can to make sure all my needs are met.” Her body slumps as she speaks. “She’s wonderful. She’s always there for me. My mom has worked two jobs all my life, yet she still sends me what money she can as often as possible.” She sits back up and stabs her salad with her fork and slides a bite into her mouth as she turns her head to me. Her eyes close and I swear I hear a moan leave her. I have to discreetly move my hand under the table and adjust myself. She’s killing me. After swallowing and taking a sip of her wine, she speaks as she sets her glass down. “What about you. What’s your story?” She leans her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand and gives me her full attention.

I rest my fork on my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “You’re fortunate to have such a loving mom. My mom passed away when I was ten and my dad when I was eighteen.” She covers her mouth with a gasp. “It’s okay. Yes, I miss them terribly but I’m lucky to have had them in my life that long. My dad had given me my first guitar and paid for lessons. He had been in a band playing at bars, and when I heard him practice it made me want to try harder, ya know?” Her head nods, her chin moving on her hand as she rests it there. “I’ve been a temporary teacher for four years, various schools, but you know all that from class.” Her eyes are casted down and her face falls. Shit! I reach over and pull her chin from her hand, and she looks at me with sadness. “Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up.” I turn in my seat facing her better and release her chin but take her hand. “I know you’re worried but don’t be. Nothing will happen, but, Emma? But if something does, I’m okay with that too. I’m prepared. If I need to do something else it’ll be worth it. You’re worth it.”

“How can you be so sure?” She whispers.

I give her a smile. “Because. I’ve fallen so deep, so fast for you, Em. I can’t help it. You’re beautiful, smart, caring, and the most selfless woman I’ve ever met. Trust me?” She nods and her sadness evaporates as her smile shows. “Good.” We sit there, just staring into each other’s eyes until our waiter interrupts us.

“More wine, sir, miss?”

We both turn forward. She begins eating, and I give the waiter a nod. After filling our glasses, he leaves us again and as we eat the conversation flows while we talk about so many things. Our likes and dislikes. We laugh and drink, and it has to be one of the best times I’ve ever spent. “You can’t hate on Luke Skywalker. He was the star of the movie!” She laughs as we eat dessert.

“Ah, but Han Solo was the real star! And let’s not forget about Chewbacca.” She laughs at my response.

Her laughter becomes so hard that you can’t hear her at all, just the sight of her body shaking. Suddenly stopping, but still giggling a little, she places her hand down on my thigh, squeezing.  “I have to use the ladies room. The wine is going right through me and you’re not helping, making me laugh so hard. I’ll be right back.” She squeezes again, and it hits me right in the place I’ve been trying to shield. I watch her slide from the booth and her cute tight ass as she walks towards the hallway where the restrooms are located. My pulse is racing and not just in the normal place. I’m about to come undone.

I wait for a few minutes, my cock hardening more, and I jump up from the table throwing my napkin on it and head towards the restrooms. The lights are as dim as the restaurant as I walk into the hallway and lean against the wall across from the ladies and men’s rooms. Waiting. The door opens, and my eyes widen but then my anticipation is squashed as a different woman leaves the restroom. How long can it take someone to go to the bathroom and wash their hands? My foot taps against the tiled floor as my patience wears thin. Finally, the door opens again and Emma walks out, her head turned behind her as the door closes. I take the two steps towards her. She gasps as I grab her upper arm and I pull her down to the end of the hallway into the dimmer light, turning her around and pushing her into the wall. My mouth is on hers in an instant. My hand pulls hers up high over her head. I grasp her other hand, pulling it back around my waist and push into her luscious body. She moans, the vibration moving into my mouth as I press my lips hard against hers. Her lips part before I even ask and my tongue dives in, exploring, tangling with hers. She tilts her head back, my mouth searching for hers but takes the opportunity to move down instead latching onto the skin on her neck.

“I want you, Josh,” she whispers in my ear.

My cock pushes against my pants, straining to be inside of her. I think I may have an issue getting out of the restaurant without it being noticed. My mouth moves up her neck, kissing, nipping, until I reach her earlobe then I nip it. Her body starts to writhe against the wall. “God, I want you so badly, Emma,” I whisper in her ear.

Her head turns and I look into her half-mast eyes. “Let’s go. Somewhere. Anywhere,” she breathes out in pants.

Well, she doesn’t have to ask me twice. I whisper back to meet me at the front door and release my hold on her then walk down the hall and straight into the men’s room. It takes me a bit to try to get myself to calm down, thinking of puppies, clouds and finally my mom’s face flashes in my mind, and I deflate quickly. I wash my hands and then practically run to our table, grabbing our waiter on the way to get the check. I literally throw cash down on the table along with a tip and then run to the front door. I almost knock down two people flying out the front door and then trip over the curb getting to my truck, pulling her with me. By the time I get into the driver’s seat I’m thinking she’s probably dying laughing at me but what I find is her sitting there looking at me with the same look she had in the hallway. That just makes me fumble with my keys as I try to get them into the ignition.

“Where should we go?” she asks as I look behind me pulling out of the parking space.
Damn! Good question!

I pull out onto the street, looking around quickly and spot a fairly nice hotel. I look over at her and then back at the hotel and I’m thinking, shit, I can’t take her there. She deserves better.

“Perfect!” She all but screams and I give her a look like ‘you’re kidding?’ She nods so fast, like a bobblehead, and I turn into the hotel parking lot, finding a place up close to the entrance and slam it into park.

I turn fully to her and take her hand. “Are you sure, Emma? You deserve roses, wine, and a special place. I don’t know if….”

“Josh. It is special because I’m here with you. Right where I want to be. Please?” The corners of her mouth lifts and her eyes are pleading. She lifts our hands, placing a soft kiss on the top of mine, and I shiver.
God, what she does to me.

I take my hand from hers and tell her to stay put then get out of the car and run into the hotel. I get a room and still I feel like I’m a sleaze ball for bringing her here. Shit! I hope the hotel doesn’t think I’m getting a room for an hour. I’ve never ever done this before. Yes, I’ve been with plenty of women not one having a real lasting relationship because they just weren’t right. But Emma? She’s right. I can feel it. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I take the key card and run back out to the car, open her door and help her out then we walk back into the hotel together. It seems to take the elevator doors forever to open but when they do I pull her in with me and hit the button for the eighth floor. I squeeze her hand as I watch the floor numbers move slowly. Very slowly. I can’t take it anymore. I turn around quickly, grabbing her waist and pushing her against the wall. My mouth overtakes hers. At first I think I’ve scared her until her hands move around me, up my back and her fingers thread into my hair. My moan echoes in the small area even though it’s muffled by her mouth. I push into her more as she tugs on my hair, my enlarged cock rubbing against her, straining, yearning for her.

The elevator dings and the doors open. I turn taking her hand and walk quickly through the doors. She’s practically running to keep up with me but when I look over at her she’s got a huge smile on her face. Her eyes are burning through me with desire. We reach the door, and I fumble with the key card, finally opening the door but almost fall when she gives me a shove. She grabs my arm and I turn around. Her mouth latches onto mine instantly. I begin to walk backwards, her mouth still connected, until I hit the bed with my legs. I grasp her upper arms turning us around and gently push her until she falls on the bed, my body following. I place my arms on each side of her, trying to keep my weight from crushing her as our tongues dance together. Suddenly I’m aware of what we are about to do and I pull away, staring into her eyes, searching. Are we about to make a mistake? Will she hate me later? What if this is too soon?

My chest is rising and falling rapidly against his. I’m breathing so hard and fast I feel like I could hyperventilate. His mouth releases mine and he pulls back. What is he doing? Why did he stop? What the hell? My mind is all over the place. Did I do something wrong? I’m not good enough for him.

“Emma. Are you sure this is what you want?” His eyes are full of lust, desire, but they search mine like he’s not sure or questioning what we’re about to do.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Josh. Please?” I whisper.

I barely see the corner of his mouth turn up before his mouth is on mine again. His hand covers my breast and my hips buck up into his straining member. God, he feels huge! I want him inside me so badly. My hands move of their own accord into his soft hair, tangling, pulling. His hand moves down over my stomach and then under the hem of my dress pulling it up until it’s around my waist, then his hand travels back up until it pushes under my bra and over the bareness of my breast. His fingers tweak the nipple and I push up again. “Too…. Many…. Clothes….” I breathe out, breathless and feeling out of control.

He’s off me in an instant pulling me up with his strong hands, and I just sit there trying to catch some much needed oxygen while he pulls my dress up and over my head. I should be embarrassed, sitting there in only my black lacy bra and matching panties, but I’m not. His eyes scan down my body, and then he licks his full bottom lip as they move back up until they reach my eyes. I lay down watching him crawl back and off the bed. His eyes bore into me as I watch him undress. He releases each button on his shirt, slowly. When he removes his slacks, I see just how huge his cock is, straining to come out but when he pushes his boxers down, I gasp. How in the hell will that fit in me? My legs close feeling the wetness between them. My eyes snap to his and I see a small smile on his face and notice how dark blue his eyes have changed to. Gorgeous and hot!

He crawls back over me. He removes my panties. His strong hands push my thighs until my legs part. “Don’t be nervous,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you, Em.”

I nod, slightly, with a jerk. My heart rate increases as I watch him take his cock in his hand. He begins to slide it up and down over my wetness. Damn, that’s hot! Anticipation is beginning to get to me when he leans over me, and then I feel the tip move inside. I spread my legs wider. My hands are fisting into the comforter. It moves in more, stretching me. “Don’t go slow, Josh. Please. I can take it,” I say looking deep in his eyes.

“You’re so tight. Em, are you a virgin?” I nod and the tip of his cock is suddenly gone. He looks like he’s rethinking about his decision, unsure. I give him a pleading look and nod again. He starts to nod but then thrusts into me, hard. A pain hits me deep in my core, ripping along with his hugeness. I close my eyes tight then I feel the warmth of his hand on my cheek as he stills. “Did I hurt you, Emma? Are you okay, sweetheart?”

The pain leaves as quickly as it came, and I open my eyes and smile. “I’m fine.” I unclasp the comforter with one hand, moving it up to cup his face. He looks to be straining trying not to move. I’m sure he’s afraid he will hurt me more. Sweetest thing ever. “Please?”

He begins to pull out and then back in stretching me around him. Now that the pain has subsided pleasure unfolds within me. God, that feels good. He feels good. We start to move together in a rhythm that is us. I’ve never had sex before. Yeah, kissing and second base but this? Ok, so I’m still a virgin, was a virgin. But, this is beyond everything I ever imagined but only because it’s him.

Feelings from the pit of my core move into my stomach. My muscles begin to clench around him as they grow with intensity. Spots form in my eyes as my heart takes up speed, and I feel like my control is wavering. “God! JOSH!” I scream as my eyes move out of focus. Burning desire and ecstasy overtakes me fully. My hands are numb from fisting the comforter and then my entire body relaxes, tingles flowing all over me. I slowly open my eyes in time to see the look on his face when he comes, feeling his seed release in me, and his body shivers with his own bliss. Damn! That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

His arms are shaking as he lowers himself, half covering me, the other half on the bed. I finally release my tight grip on the comforter and wrap my arms around his warm body, lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. His head turns the smile on his face all telling, then he leans in and kisses me. “God, you’re amazing! I lo….” His mouth shuts fast, but I know what he was going to say. I feel it too. We lay there until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I still feel him inside me as he has not pulled out yet and frankly, I don’t want him to. As I catch my breath, I can feel myself fading…. Fading into sleep. My dreams have begun. “I love you, Emma. So much.”

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I watch her sleep for a couple of minutes, and then I pull out of her. Damn, she’s so beautiful. I climb off her and out of bed. Finding a wash cloth on the rack in the bathroom, I let the water get warm and run the cloth underneath it. She doesn’t stir as I clean her. Once I deposit the cloth in the bathroom, I return to bed crawling in next to her. As I start to get comfortable, my mind all over the place with what we’d just done, she moves in her sleep snuggling against me and throws her arm over my waist, her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and bring her even closer. I can’t believe we just made love and how amazing she is, how beautiful, sexy and sweet. God, I took her virginity, and she gave it to me readily. My heart beats faster as I remember telling her I love her. Too soon. I don’t want to scare her off. I’ve fallen so hard, so fast for her, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop. I could lose my job for this, my teaching career, and I don’t even care. She’s worth it.

My eyes open and light is shining in through the window. I don’t even remember falling asleep. My legs are tangled up with more legs, and I look down to see my girl. Her hair is a twisted mess around her, around us. Her head is half on my chest, half on my shoulder, her eyes closed and her breathing light. I have to be the luckiest man alive. Her beauty makes my breathing hitch, my heart thud. I turn my head and look at the alarm clock. Six in the morning? Wow, I never sleep this late. Totally worth it.

I untangle us, carefully moving her over until she turns, clutching the pillow beside her and sighs. I go into the bathroom take a quick shower and run their sample toothpaste over my teeth. Way to come prepared, I laugh to myself.

I walk back out and to the phone, starting to press a button when she turns back around to me, her eyes open and her mouth turns into a huge smile. “Morning,” she whispers.

I hang up the phone and lean down on the bed kissing those full lips. “Morning, beautiful.” She covers her mouth, squeals, and wraps the sheet around her. I stand back up in time for her to jump off the bed and run into the bathroom.

“Morning breath!” she yells through the door. So adorable.

After a few minutes, she walks out smiling. Can she be any more beautiful? She walks straight over to me, her arms sliding around my waist and lifts up on her tiptoes, pressing her fresh mouth to mine. I didn’t care about morning breath before. I just wanted to kiss her.

“Morning, again,” she says as her eyes light up.

“Morning, again. Do you want me to call room service for breakfast or do you need to be back home? Or, we can go eat downstairs.” She tilts her head thinking.

She bites her upper lip and I wanna join her. “I’m not sure about downstairs. We could be seen.”

I grasp her upper arms and smile. “Baby, I don’t even care anymore. I want to shout from the highest hill right now.” She giggles, and it warms my heart. “I can do anything. WE can do anything. I’m not saying I don’t want my teaching career to end and we can be careful but we’re away. No one important will see us. Okay?” I bend down so I can look deep into her eyes. She finally nods and I lean into her lips.

We finally get dressed. It takes us a little longer because well, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but she couldn’t keep hers off me either. We walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats us quickly in a booth on the side and the waitress is over at our table handing us menus and taking our drink orders. We decide on the buffet and fill our plates to the brim. I guess our activities last night gave us both an appetite, but I’m glad to see her eat more than normal. She really could use some meat on those bones.

“Wha? Well, looky what, who we have here,” a males voice startles me and I see Emma jump, her face turning pale. “Wow! I had no idea you would be here and is that Mr. Tyler?”

Emma scrambles out of the booth, whispering and pushing a guy towards the front as her head turns to me, her eyes wide in fear. Shit! I hate that. I hate this! I need to do something. I can’t even be out with my girl. Something has to change.

I’ve finished my food by the time they come back. Emma slides back into the booth and the mysterious man sits down next to her. “Josh, this is Layton. He’s one of my best friends and swears he won’t say anything.”

I look at him and smile, reaching out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Lay….”

“Oh, no! Lawdy, it’s my pleasure. You know, I saw you in the parking lot and I thought, No way is that Mr.…” Emma hits him in the ribs with her elbow and I laugh. “I wasn’t gonna say it loud. Geez, girl. Get your panties unbunched.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Layton.” He shakes my hand, and Emma smiles again at me. “So what brings you all the way out here?” I take a sip of my coffee and flash my eyes over to Emma, who is sitting pretty uncomfortably squirming in her seat.

“Oh! My dad lives out here. I visit on weekends when I can. I was certainly surprised to see Em. She rarely leaves her apartment.” He gets up from the table, and I watch him hit her on her shoulder softly. “Well I gotta go. You all have fun,” he says with a wink, and she scowls at him when he turns and walks away.

“You okay, Em?”

Her head turns and her smile is definitely fake. “Yes. I guess. He just makes me crazy and he’s a freakin’ blabbermouth. Ugh!”

I reach across the table and take her hand that’s resting there. “Emma. It will all be okay. Quit worrying so much.” Her body relaxes, and her smile turns genuine.

We finish our breakfast, and I drive her home. It’s quiet on the way there. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with the situation, and I hate that. I feel like our night was ruined. I don’t know what else to say to her, to calm her. I drop her off, not walking her to her door. She said she was fine and that she’ll talk to me later, only kissing me on my cheek. Things are not fine. I leave sadly and go home. Alone.