by Fields, Cat
Table of Contents
HOT FOR TEACHER
NEW STEP SISTER
FIRST LESBIAN EXPERIENCE
GOING TO WAR
SLEEPING WITH SUPERIOR
THE SECRET MILLIONAIRE
Hot for Teacher
By Cat Fields
Adam Archer was not a special man. He had never done anything heroic, nor did he have an important, high paying job. He was not famous or a good neighbor. In fact he had never done anything remarkable or out of the ordinary in his life. At twenty-eight Adam felt that the ‘good old days’ were very much extinct. He had an average job to match his average appearance and average wife.
Adam’s eyes always had dark rings around them, accompanied by a usually frowning mouth. He didn’t take much pleasure in the world anymore. When he had been younger he had been quite handsome indeed.
His wife, Madeline had been a pretty little thing when they met at twenty, but now her face had formed frown lines, and the complaining seemed to have gotten a lot worse lately.
Adam was a high school English teacher, a position he had had for several years now. Madeline had some job in pharmaceuticals and she had to travel a lot for whole weeks at a time. Adam never minded, he was glad to get away from the bitching for a while. It was the only thing keeping him sane.
Upon a whim Adam had applied for a position as the Head of the English Department at a rather nice looking high school in the next city. He hadn’t expected to land an interview, however, a week later he received a call from the Headmaster of Flame Valley High asking him to pop. Stunned at his luck, Adam made the two hour drive to the school and met with Headmaster Cox (a name which Adam was sure resulted in much teasing from the students).
Low and behold, to Adam’s utter shock, Headmaster Cox called just two days later to inform him that he had been successful in obtaining the position as Head of the English Department. He was informed over the phone of his schedule, and that he would be teaching the Senior Advanced English Literature classes, as well as doing his duties as Head of department. Adam actually cracked a smile at the news and told the Headmaster that he would look at moving house right away. He still had a whole month before the beginning of term.
Over the next two weeks Adam and Madeline looked at houses together during their spare time. Finally the real estate agent conned them into buying a cute, two bedroom house with a pretty little garden and white picket fence. It was much nicer than their current apartment, and certainly more expensive, but Adam felt they would manage with his new wage. The high school was only two blocks away, and a tiny corner shop was just at the end of the street.
Within another week they were packing their belongings into a moving truck. The fucking two hour drive was already driving him mad.
The rest of the day was dedicated to putting the bed back together, making book shelves, desks, and arranging the furniture, only to have Madeline re-arrange it later. She busied herself by unpacking the unessential’s, such as ornaments, and vases with fake flowers.
The night came and went without any intimacy on Madeline’s part, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. She simply wasn’t interested and used the ‘too tired’ excuse.
Adam woke early the next morning. Being somewhere unfamiliar meant he would have a hard time sleeping until he worked himself into a regular routine. He pulled on a dressing-gown and opened the front door to check the mailbox. The street was empty so he wasn’t worried about being spotted in the paisley robe. It was Saturday. Who got up early on a Saturday in a quiet street like this?
Adam was about to find out, that’s for sure. The sound of ecstatic barking reached his ears and he turned to see where the noise was coming from. His next door neighbor emerged from their home, an enormous Great Dane on the end of a leash, dragging the owner out of the front door, barking excitedly. The young woman yanked on the leashed and tried to lock the door behind herself with great difficulty before letting the huge canine drag her towards the footpath. Adam watched with vague amusement as the woman and the dog came closer to where he stood by to his mailbox.
The young woman couldn’t have been older than twenty-one, and no taller than five foot two. She was slender and very well endowed with large breasts which were squeezed into a tight black singlet. She wore joggers and tight black bike pants for her morning exercise. Adam couldn’t help but stare as she drew closer, he bosom bouncing with each jog she took to keep up with her dog. Adam saw it as though in slow motion. Her short pixie-styled hair bobbed with each step.
Adam wasn’t a social person, but he gave a small smile as she jogged past him. She smiled back showing all pearly white teeth, and he felt his stomach spasm. He felt like a little boy in elementary, with a crush on the pretty girl next door.
He shook his head as she jogged from sight and ignored the twitching in his pants. It had been so long. He needed a shower immediately. His new neighbour was an incredibly beautiful young woman and he would have to learn to get used to that. As cold as Madeline was, she was the extremely jealous type.
As Adam walked back to the house realised that he had completely forgotten to check his mailbox.
Around lunch time his wife received a call from her work informing her that she needed to go to a very important business conference on Monday, and they would send a taxi to her house tomorrow afternoon to take her to the airport because it was in the next state. Adam was silently glad that he would have a couple of days in the house by himself, seeing as he didn’t start work at the school for another week.
Giving his wife a peck on the cheek he waved her off on the Sunday afternoon as she got into the cab and was carried away. Once it had rounded the corner he rubbed his hands together happily before retreating to the house only to put on his shoes on, grab his wallet and keys and lock the door behind himself. He planned on walking down the road to the corner store to pick up some necessities such as soap, deodorant, porn, razors, and toothpaste. Adam never walked anywhere in his life, but driving two hundred yards hardly seemed worth the gas consumption. Besides, he needed the exercise.
Once inside the store Adam piled the things he needed into a shopping basket, bought a few bars of chocolate (making the exercise redundant), and lingered in the adult magazine section.
‘You’re the new neighbour.’
Adam jumped and dropped the issue of ‘Girls Your Mother Wouldn’t Approve Of’, which he had been casually flicking through. Dipping to pick it up he caught a glimpse of two rather grubby skate shoes. Straightening up Adam found himself face to face with the pretty lady from next door.
‘Yes, hello,’ Adam said rather flustered, sticking out his right hand. She smirked and eyed the offending magazine still clutched in his left. Shit.
‘I was reading the articles.’ He cringed.
‘Of course,’ she nodded whilst grabbing his hand and shaking it firmly. ‘I wouldn’t buy that one though. I highly recommend this magazine.’
She picked up a magazine blazoned with the title ‘Tattooed Ladies’. On the front cover was a busty gothic girl with nipple piercings, and multiple tattoos.
‘Oh, um. All right.’
She laughed, and dropped the magazine back into the rack.
‘I’m Blue,’ she said.
‘Excuse me?’ Adam blinked politely, wondering if she was mad.
‘Blue.’ She repeated. ‘It’s my name.’
‘Oh! Oh, I see.’ Adam shook her hand. ‘Sorry, yes, of course.’
Perhaps it was her parents who were mad.
She laughed. ‘Are you going to tell me your name?’ she pressed.
‘I’m Adam,’ he swallowed.
‘How are you liking the neighbourhood, Adam?’ she asked.
This girl was pretty, with emerald green eyes, pal
e and lightly freckled skin.
‘It’s lovely,’ he nodded. ‘Very quiet.’
‘It’s boring.’ She frowned, a little crease forming on her brow. ‘There’s nothing fun to do.’
Adam could think of a few fun things to do with her. He felt his groin twitch subtly. He ignored it.
‘So are you living in that house by yourself?’ she asked.
Adam sighed internally, wishing that he was. He put his left hand into his pocket to hide the wedding ring there. He didn’t know what had gotten into him. He had never behaved this way before. He chose his words carefully.
‘My partner has gone,’ he said. It was half true.
‘Oh.’ Blue’s eyes were wide. ‘I’m sorry.’
She had assumed he meant ‘passed away’.
Adam took a moment to notice what ‘Blue’ was wearing. She was dressed far more eccentric today, compared to yesterday in her fitness ensemble. She wore dark denim jeans that were splattered in many different colours of paint. An artist perhaps. Her shirt was clean and red with a v-neck, so a vast amount of cleavage was noticeable. Around her neck was several chains and trinkets, the same as around both wrists. Upon her ears were several piercings lining the cartilage. Her pixie haircut was dishevelled and sticking up in various directions. This woman was the complete opposite of his wife. All Madeline wore these days was pencil skirts and blouses.
Adam shifted his weight nervously. Oh Hell. Living next door to this would be torture.
‘Well,’ Blue broke the awkward silence. ‘Let me know if you need help with anything.’ She gave a small smile and turned on her heel.
Idiot, Adam scolded himself. Quick! Before she gets away!
‘Uh, actually.’ Adam hurried forwards as she looked at him over her shoulder. ‘I’ll walk you home, I mean, if you want.’ He shrugged, nonchalant.
Stupid man, he scolded himself. It will only be a matter of time before she discovers you are married. The other side of his brain had a completely different argument. Who cares if she finds out? You’re not going to do anything bad. You’ve never done that. Like she would want you anyway. You’re old now.
‘That would be lovely,’ she smiled widely, showing two rows of perfectly straight teeth.
Adam felt the heat rising in his face and he knew he was blushing. Blue followed him to the counter so he could pay for his things, and they left the little corner shop together. It was silent for a minute as they walked and Adam felt he should say something interesting.
‘Do you paint?’ Adam asked, pointing to the paint splatters that covered her jeans.
Blue nodded and stuffed her hands into her pockets as they walked, ‘Constantly.’
‘Are you any good?’ he wondered.
‘I don’t know.’ she smiled. ‘I am my own biggest critique. Nothing ever seems good enough.’
‘I’d like to see them sometime,’ he said.
Blue smiled, and silence fell upon them once more.
‘So.’ Adam struggled to make small-talk. ‘Why do you have such a big dog?’
‘Jet isn’t that big.’ She smirked. ‘He’s a lap dog.’
Adam raised his eyebrows. ‘Are we talking about the same dog?’
Blue laughed, and Adam took the opportunity to study her face as they walked. He noticed the way her emerald eyes sparkled when the light hit them just right, and her smooth, pale complexion, void of any blemishes. Her ears poked through her hair and were slightly larger than normal but this just made her look even more pixie-like.
‘So,’ Blue said seriously, ‘will you be having a house warming party?’
Adam harrumphed. ‘Not enough friends in the area for a party.’
‘That’s too bad,’ Blue sighed, a smile playing her lips. Was she actually flirting with him?
‘How old are you?’ Blue inquired of him.
Adam put his hands in his pockets. ‘Isn’t it rude to ask that?’ he said playfully. Oh god, now he was flirting. He rarely ever smiled, let alone flirt with strangers.
Blue shrugged.
‘Twenty-eight,’ Adam said. ‘I look older, don’t I?’ He noticed her shocked expression.
‘No. I thought you were younger, actually.’ She shrugged.
They had arrived in front of her house now, and Adam still hadn’t asked if Blue was in fact her real name. He had a hard time believing it.
‘Well, see ya.’ She waved and ran towards her door before he got a chance to say another word.
‘Bye,’ he muttered walking towards his own house.
That evening Adam spoiled himself with a bottle of wine. By the time he had drunk half of the bottle of wine he was feeling rather sluggish and horny, but ignored it. It was around eight o’clock when he heard a knock at the door. He got up from the couch slowly and made his way toward it. Who was knocking at this time?
He opened the door to find Blue standing there, a large chocolate cake on a platter in her hands.
‘Welcome to the neighbourhood!’ She exclaimed, startling him a little as he opened the door.
‘Christ. You scared me half to death.’
‘Sorry.’ She smirked. ‘I Thought I’d make you a cake. It’s a little burnt around the edge here, but I’m sure it will taste fine. I did the lettering myself.’
‘Wow, thank you.’ Adam said as she pressed the platter into his hands. He was rather shocked at the gesture. He hadn’t had a home-made cake in years.
Looking down at the cake he saw she had written ‘welcome’ in messy, pink icing.
‘I’m not a very good cook yet,’ she admitted, seeing his amused face.
‘I’m sure it will taste great,’ he assured her.
‘The batter did,’ she smiled playfully.
Christ. Adam knew in his gut that he should slam the door in her face right now. He was already too pleased to see this strange girl on his doorstep. A few awkward seconds passed as he stared down at the plump cake before he found his manners.
‘Oh, would you like to come in?’ He asked, stepping back from the door.
‘Only if you make tea,’ she replied, stepping over the threshold.
Adam’s gaze followed her as she walked into the house. He stared at thighs as she walked into his living room. He was still a little sluggish from the wine.
‘Oh, I see you’ve already got the party started,’ Blue said, pointing to the half empty bottle on the coffee table.
‘Would you prefer wine to tea?’ He asked continuing through to the kitchen where he placed the cake. He quickly took his wedding ring off and stuffed it into a draw.
‘I’m not really supposed to.’ She chewed her lip thoughtfully.
‘Well if you don’t want to join me –’ he began.
Blue smirked. ‘All right. You’ve twisted my arm.’
Well, that wasn’t too difficult, Adam thought.
Adam cut two slices of cake and put them onto plates, before getting another wine glass out for Blue. He placed them on the coffee table and poured her a liberal amount of wine. He guessed he should stop drinking before he made a fool of himself. Blue thanked him for the wine and together they ate the cake.
‘It’s good.’ Adam told her. ‘A little crunchy in parts though.’
Blue laughed and slapped his knee playfully.
Once they were done eating the cake Blue proceeded to gulp down several mouthfuls of wine. They chatted casually about the horrible curtains and several boxes that were still lying around. Adam was glad he still hadn’t unpacked he photo frames showing him and Madeline on their wedding day. Anyway, Blue would find out about his wife when Madeline came home in a few days. Besides, it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong. He was having wine and tea with his new neighbour. There was nothing to be ashamed of.
As they talked, Blue seemed to be edging closer to Adam on the couch. They had started at opposite ends, but were now sitting closely in the middle. At one point whilst they were talking about Jett, Blue’s dog, Adam had made a joke. She had laughed heartily and
placed her hand upon his thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but he couldn’t help but feel that her hand lingered just a little too long. He felt his crotch twitch at the light touch. Could this pretty girl actually be interested in him? They must have a good five or six years age difference.
Adam wondered what he would do if things got a little too serious. Would he actually go through with it? He wasn’t sure. He was male after all, and quite neglected by his wife. But did this sweet girl really deserve to be treated like a whore?
The bottle of wine was now empty and the two were laughing and talking animatedly, hands lingering upon each other’s shoulders and thighs. Tiny gestures of interest.
Blue asked where the bathroom was and Adam pointed her in the right direction. When she got up she swayed a little but managed to stay vertical. A minute later she walked unsteadily back into the room.
Adam couldn’t help but stare at her legs as she walked. She wore a little black number that came well above her knees.
Blue noticed his lingering gaze, and sat down so they were closer than before, their knees pressing against one another. As if he had planned it all along, Adam placed his hand upon her thigh as she sat. She didn’t even bat an eyelid.
Blue licked her lips and looked at Adam out of the corner of her eye. He couldn’t help but stare. She was definitely flirting with him. But would she be doing it if she were sober? Adam brain yelled at him. What are you doing, idiot. You just met this girl. She lives next door to you. That is just asking for trouble.
‘Adam?’ Blue said. He hadn’t realised it but they had been staring at each other, rather lost in thought.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered, coming back to reality.
‘I think I am a little tipsy,’ she stated.
‘Sorry,’ he said again.
Blue laughed. ‘It’s not your fault. I don’t really drink.’
‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to take advantage of you.’ Adam wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not.
‘Do you find me attractive?’ she asked quickly.
‘What?’ Adam said disbelievingly.
‘Do you find me attractive?’ she repeated.