by Stacey Lewis
“Can I?” I ask her permission, not because I think she may not want this, but because I want it to be her decision. I want her to know without a doubt that she asked for this.
Hailey looks confused at first, but quickly catches on. “Yes. Please, God, yes.”
The second she gives me permission, I lean forward and lick from the bottom of her pussy to her clit. Her moan is loud, and I love that she doesn’t even try to hide how much she likes what I’m doing.
My eyes stay on hers as I trace a circle around the hard rise of her clit, careful not to touch it directly, not yet. Then, I lick her again, this time starting at her clit and ending with my tongue inside her pussy.
She tastes better than I imagined, and trust me, I’ve imagined it a lot. I can’t even count the number of times I jerked off thinking about her pussy after that night in her apartment. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be right here, well, right here and inside her.
I use my tongue the same way I soon will my cock, thrusting it in and out twice more before concentrating my attention back on her clit. This time I lick directly over it, then seal my mouth around it and suck in small pulses. Her legs tighten around my head and I know she likes what I’m doing to her.
Using two fingers, I slide them inside her, pushing deep enough to find the ridged spot I know will drive her crazy, making a come here motion until her clit starts to throb against my tongue. My suction deepens and when I take the first hard pull, she shatters, her body squeezing my fingers rhythmically.
Feeling that, I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. I rise above her and reach over to grab a condom out of my nightstand, rolling down my length carefully while she watches, eyes heavy-lidded after her orgasm.
Hailey’s body is relaxed now, her thoughts only on how good she feels which lets me get into position and stroke the head of my cock against her clit. She flinches, still sensitive, but now that I’ve got her attention, I notch the head of my dick at her entrance and slide in, slow and steady.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” She fits me like a glove, like she was made to cradle my body in hers. I want to kiss her, so I lean over, planting my fists on either side of her head and touching my mouth to hers as I withdraw, my tongue entering her mouth at the same time I push back inside her pussy.
Her hands come up to clutch my biceps, nails digging in slightly and giving me the smallest hint of pain with the sting. Our hips move together, hers rising when I pull out like she wants to keep me deep inside.
I can feel her tightening around me, but I want her to come again. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer, she feels too damn good, and I want to watch one more time before I go over the edge.
With that goal in mind, I straighten so I’m kneeling between her legs, hating to lose her mouth but wanting to make this good for her. I press down on her clit with my thumb, drawing small circles on the hard knot, my eyes never leaving hers.
Her neck arches, eyes sliding closed as her moans get louder and I start to move faster. She’s getting closer, I can tell, so I use my free hand to grab her thigh, spreading her wide so I can thrust deeper. The change in angle is what she needs, and I can feel myself rubbing against the spot inside that’s guaranteed to drive her wild.
I know she’s about to come when her back bows, her body stiffens, and she lets out a keening cry. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I can barely move, but that’s fine. If I try to move, I’m just going to come, so I stay where I am until her body relaxes and her grip on me loosens.
I’m beyond ready for my own release, so I pick up my pace, pounding inside her until I explode, wishing I were coming inside her instead of a fucking condom.
What the hell?
What kind of thought is that? I can’t concentrate on it too much because it feels like my brain has completely left my body. Letting myself enjoy being inside her for a few minutes, I press a quick kiss to her lips, loving the blissed-out look on her face.
Finally, I have to get out of bed and deal with the condom, and when I come back, Hailey’s passed out in my bed. I slide in beside her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back to my front. As much as I want to know where her head is at, I’m glad she’s comfortable enough with me to be able to sleep.
My own eyes slowly shut, and I allow myself to follow her into sleep. Tomorrow is soon enough to talk about what this means, what I want from her.
Chapter 28
Hailey
Parent-teacher conferences are quickly becoming my least favorite thing. Every parent is convinced their child is the smartest one ever, and I get it, truly I do. The problem? Not every child does well on standardized tests, not all of them turn in their work on time—or at all—and some of them aren’t the easiest to get along with either.
Don’t get me wrong. Some of the conferences have been pleasant. Those parents are awesome, their kids are even better, and they make being a teacher look easy. Unfortunately, for every good conference, it seems like I have two horrible ones.
Like the last one. Tommy Ramsey is a holy terror in class and probably out of it. He talks back, refuses to do work, and is just generally disruptive during class. After meeting his dad, I know where he gets it from. The man spends more time staring at my chest than actually listening to what I’m trying to tell him.
He makes me feel downright dirty. I wish I had a second sweater I could put on because even though my shirt covers every part of my cleavage, he’s making me feel like I’m wearing a bikini top. I feel bad for his wife. She’s timid and flinches every time I say something about her son. She knows how he is; she just can’t get help from her husband in dealing with him.
Tommy Senior’s response to his son’s behavior is, “Boys will be boys, am I right?”
“No, Mr. Ramsey, you’re not right.” I hear his wife suck in a breath, though I’m not sure if it’s because I just disagreed with her husband or because she thinks his reaction is going to be bad.
The man puffs out his chest. It’s not a good look for him because it just makes his portly stomach look bigger. “Now, you listen here,” he starts, but I’m not about to let him talk like this to me.
“Mr. Ramsey. Your son interrupts my teaching at least once a day. I’ve tried to speak to you and your wife multiple times about this, but you always tell me you’re busy. The only reason you’re here today is because it’s mandatory and we both know it. You need to speak to him. I’ll be happy to help you figure out what’s going on with him, but if it continues, there will be disciplinary action.”
I look up at the clock and my heart speeds up. It’s time for this conference to end and my next to start. I’m both anticipating and dreading it because it’s Evie’s conference, which means I get to see Mitchell, but it also means I’ll have to see her mom. That part I am not looking forward to.
“Now, if you’ll come with me, it’s time for my next conference. If you need more of my time, we can set up a second meeting.” He grumbles all the way to the door, and when I open it, I see Mitchell standing just outside.
Evie isn’t with him, which is probably for the best. She’s doing great anyway, so the meeting part of this should be short. I’m sort of hoping I’ll have a chance to just let him hold me, especially after that last meeting. God, I hate parents who don’t give a shit.
Mr. Ramsey says something as he passes Mitchell that has him start to move towards him, a scary look on his face. “Mr. Anderson, if you’ll come this way?” I say it more to keep him from beating the crap out of another parent in the hallway than anything else, but it works.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know it’s because of the “Mr. Anderson” comment. I turn away, not wanting my heated face easily seen by the other two people in the hallway, and walk into my class, praying he’s going to follow.
Once it’s just the two of us, he shuts the door and comes over to wrap his arms around me. “Bad meeting?”
“Ugh. The worst. I swear that man doesn’t care what
his son does. It’s probably the reason why his son does whatever he wants. Tommy’s desperate for someone’s attention and has decided even bad attention is good.”
Mitchell shakes his head. “Not good.” No, it’s really not. I’m saved from replying when his lips land on mine. All thoughts of Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey, along with every other crappy meeting I had today leave my head when he touches me. And when he kisses me? Well, I’m lucky I remember my own name.
The kiss is entirely too short. It would probably be longer, but I hear the echo of heels in the hallway and figure it must be his ex-wife. I don’t have long, but do manage to straighten my shirt and run my hands through my hair in an attempt to tame it from where his hands were all up in it a minute ago. There’s nothing I can do about my swollen lips, but maybe she won’t notice.
Tabitha Anderson walks in as I’m rounding my desk to take a seat. Mitchell drops into the one directly across from me, spreading his legs out and making himself comfortable. The contrast between him and Tabitha is so easy to see. She sits primly on the edge of the chair, her attention on whatever she’s typing into her phone.
“Jesus, Tab, could you stop texting for five minutes so the teacher can tell us how our daughter is doing this year?” This meeting is not starting well. Mitchell’s already irritated, whether because he had to stop touching me or because his ex isn’t paying any attention to the meeting we’re supposed to be having right now I’m not sure. It’s probably both.
She waves away his question. “Oh, would you relax? It will only take me a minute to finish this.”
Uh-oh. That’s the wrong thing to say to him.
“Sure, of course. It’s just, you know, our daughter we’re here to talk about. By all means,” he flings one arm out towards the classroom, “finish your conversation first.”
We sit in silence until she’s finally ready to begin and I’m glad it didn’t take her any longer because Mitchell is about to lose it. Tabitha finally puts her phone away, so I take advantage and start before he can lay into her the way I can tell he wants to.
“Evie is an absolute joy to have in my class. She’s bright, inquisitive, and eager to learn everything she can. I wish all of my students were like her.” Mitchell smiles, his pride in his daughter so easy to see. Tabitha isn’t even looking at me. She’s looking around the room, her focus on anything but me and I wonder why.
It's not like her to shy away from confrontation. At least, it wasn’t last year when I first met her. I guess she might have changed since then, but it seems doubtful. Nothing else about her has changed.
Pulling out her folder, I lay it out in the middle of the desk and go over all the different metrics and where Evie is hitting on each one. “If you look here,” I point to one, “she’s doing especially well in Reading. She’s reading on a sixth-grade level which is higher than the majority of the kids in class. I’ve been bringing in books from the school library to satisfy her thirst for books, but before I recommend any on the fifth and sixth-grade list, I wanted to get your thoughts. Some of those books are a bit more mature, and I don’t know how you’d feel about her reading them.” I lift two more sheets of paper, setting one down in front of each of them so they have it. “Here’s the list for those grades. Please look over it and let me know what you think.”
We go over the rest of her progress and thankfully, the meeting is over with almost ten minutes to spare. Neither parent asks any questions, and as soon as I say she can, Tabitha hightails it out of my room with her face buried in her phone screen.
Mitchell comes around my desk, resting his behind on the edge of my desk and taking both my hands in his, pulling me up so I’m standing between his legs. Once I’m where he wants me, he drops my hands and wraps his arms around my waist to pull me even closer.
My palms rest on his pecs and I lean in to kiss him. This kiss is soft, more tender than most of our kisses. I love the feeling of his tongue stroking the side of mine. I’m not sure how long we stand here, but neither of us hears the door open.
“What the hell is this?” Tabitha shrieks so loud I’m a little surprised the windows don’t shatter.
Mitchell and I spring apart like two teenagers caught in my bedroom by my father. Maybe that’s a bit too specific, but it’s true. I turn my head to look at her and she’s standing just inside the open door, hands on her hips and no lie, her hair is flying out behind her. She looks like the villain in a superhero movie. The one who wants to be a superhero and tries so hard to fit in.
I may be losing it a bit. Maybe it’s lack of oxygen because I don’t think I’ve taken a breath since she walked back in.
“Tabitha,” Mitchell starts, taking a step like he’s going to walk over to her.
She holds up a hand to stop him. “Oh no, you don’t. What the hell are you and Evie’s teacher doing? Isn’t that against the rules? You’re not supposed to fuck your child’s teacher, Mitchell. Surely you know this.”
Please tell me she did not just insinuate that Mitchell is only sleeping with me because I’m Evie’s teacher. That is so not the case.
“Tabitha.” Mitchell tries again, but she ignores him.
Taking a step back, she shakes her head. “I’m going right to the principal. He should know what type of teacher he hired.” Her eyes narrow on me, and I literally feel the blood drain from my face when I see her remember who I am. Turning her attention to Mitchell now, she sneers, eyes full of disgust.
“You have got to be kidding me. How long has this been going on?” She gestures between us. “I thought you said nothing happened that day at the garage. You promised me nothing happened Mitchell. You lying piece of shit.”
Mitchell stiffens. “I didn’t lie to you, Tabitha. Nothing did happen between us that day. Up until this school year, I haven’t seen Hailey since she left the shop that day. You know damn well I never cheated on you. Can you say the same?”
Tabitha doesn’t have a response to that. Her non-response is an answer itself and I watch as Mitchell nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His voice is bitter, but that’s to be expected.
She turns, leaving my classroom, her head held high. Is she really going to try to get me fired for being in a relationship with her husband? Is it going to be a problem that we’re dating? I can separate the Evie at home from the Evie at school. I want to chase after her, beg her not to say anything to the principal, but I don’t get the chance.
Mitchell takes off after her, leaving me standing alone in the center of my classroom wondering what he’s doing. I want to go after them both now, but I can’t. My last conference of the day will be here any minute. I just hope I have a job after it’s finished.
Chapter 29
Mitchell
Tabitha is stalking up the hallway when I leave Hailey’s classroom. “Tabitha,” I hiss, trying not to draw any more attention to us. She ignores me, but I know she had to hear me say her name. The acoustics in this hallway are amazing.
I continue following her until she’s almost to the principal’s office. Letting her sabotage Hailey’s career isn’t something I can do, so I speed up enough to grab her at the elbow and pull her onto a different hall.
“What are you doing?”
She looks up at me, faking confusion. “What do you mean? I told you back there. I’m going to go see what the principal has to say about this.” Tabitha shakes her head and I hate when she does this. She’s playing the part of the poor wife, the one who’s husband abuses her in every way.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, but if she goes to the principal, there’s a very real possibility she’ll cost Hailey her job. If that happens, I’ll probably lose Hailey. I can’t let that happen.
“Why? Why do you have to be this way? Hailey hasn’t done anything to you, but you’re going to try to ruin her career? And for what? You just want to be able to say you got one up on her for stealing your husband when you know that’s not what happened.”
Tabitha tries to say something, but I talk o
ver her. “I never cheated on you, Tabitha, not even when I felt like I was going to be stuck in a marriage that made me miserable until Evie turned eighteen.” I’m trying to explain it to her rationally, but the more I talk, the higher my voice rises. If I’m not careful, someone will hear us arguing and come to investigate. Then I won’t have to worry about Tabitha being the reason the principal finds out about our relationship.
“After last summer, I didn’t think I’d ever see Hailey again. She was so upset with me when she found out I was married, even though nothing happened between us. Her ex cheated on her, multiple times, so she would never willingly do that to someone else. Don’t punish her for what you assume are my indiscretions. Don’t punish her because you’re still pissed off at me.”
At this point, as much as I hate the thought of even doing it, I’m not above begging her. Tabitha looks away from me, indecision on her face. Her brows are pulled in and she starts nibbling on her thumbnail in a way I used to think was cute.
“Please, Tab.”
She’s still looking down at the opposite end of the hallway when she speaks. “You weren’t supposed to leave me.”
My head rears back. “Excuse me?”
“You weren’t supposed to leave me.” Her voice is stronger the second time she says it and she turns to glare at me.
Well, this isn’t where I saw this conversation going. Her words throw me for a loop, and I can’t think of anything to say at first. “Tabitha, why would you want me to say?” Surprisingly, I want to know the answer to this question. “We were both miserable and wishing we were anywhere else. Why on earth would you want to sentence us both to that?” Better yet why is this a conversation we haven’t had in the past year? She brings this up now?
Tabitha doesn’t immediately answer, and I grow impatient waiting for her to say something… anything.