“Who’s gonna put the teacher in detention?” he joked as his left hand crept up her skirt and started to play with her already wet pussy. She felt everything ten times more than she should, it was so intense that she felt close to an orgasm and he hadn’t really started putting any real work in. She supposed it was normal seeing as she hadn’t been touched in more than ten years, after the incident she had been unable to be with another man without freaking out, and that had caused a lot of failed relationships for her, or men leaving her when they found out what she was. But this felt different, this felt like something she had never felt before. She knew it wasn’t leading anywhere, maybe that was part of the pull, maybe it was the fact that there were parents gathered in the next room, any one of which could get lost looking for the bathroom and walk in on them. She grew wetter thinking of the possibility.
She was so close to orgasm, Joseph could feel it, and he hadn’t even started with her. She was so wet, so tight, so soft. He wanted to bury his dick in her wetness and fuck her doggy style until she screamed. He wanted to have her scream his name when she reached her peak. This was a feeling he hadn’t felt since Maggie, and the fact that he was feeling it now was something he didn’t want to think about. He pushed her onto the desk and spread her legs apart. She gave him access without a fuss, looking up at him with her doe eyes, her hair still in that darn chignon. Why was it still in that chignon? He stretched out and took the pin out.
“No wait…” she cried, too late as her beautiful hair came tumbling down her face.
“What a beauty,” he whispered, without even knowing he was saying it aloud. She was so beautiful, he wondered how she wasn’t married yet, some lucky guy should have put a ring on it a long time ago.
Why don’t you? A voice said in his head. The thought was too disturbing, it felt somehow like…betrayal, and not to him, but to his dear wife. He pushed the thought from his head and turned her around, he couldn’t stand to see those eyes looking at him and not pop the question right there and then, when she had her pussy glistening for him, waiting for him to invade her.
She whimpered as he rubbed her pussy from the back, it was getting wetter with every stroke. Her moans were becoming loud, wanting, like she didn’t care about anything else but what he was about to do to her.
“C’mon Jason’s dad, I want to feel you fill me,” she moaned loudly. He vaguely wondered why she always called him Jason’s dad, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and out sprung his massive dick, free at last.
“You want this?” he asked, rubbing the head of his dick teasingly at the entrance of her pussy.
“Yes, yes, I do,” she whimpered, struggling to get closer to it but he held her firmly in place. He used his dick to separate her legs more than they already were and bent down to his knees to taste her wetness. She tasted so good, he began to eat her out, her moans filling the room as he played with her clit with his tongue, he could feel the waves flowing through her body even before she squirted in his mouth, her moans slowly dying.
Joseph stood up, pulled out a condom from his pocket and in one swift motion he put it on and penetrated Lakisha’s tight pussy.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he expanded the walls of her pussy. “You are so big.”
“You are so tight.” Joseph was so close to coming, and he hadn’t even thoroughly beaten her pussy up. In fear of becoming a one minute guy, he held himself back from his triggers and instead began to give her pleasure, pounding into her, gently at first and then he increased his pace, alternating it until she came, and then he let himself come.
He crept back into the classroom filled with parents like nothing had happened. Lakisha had managed to arrange herself so she didn’t look like she had just been truly fucked—and it had been hard—Joseph had stared all the while as she turned her rumpled sexy self, back to a homely school teacher.
“Dr. Noel!” Isabella attacked him as he entered the room. “There you are, I have been looking everywhere for you.” She brushed her fingers lightly on his forearm, a pathetic attempt at flirting, “Where have you been?” she asked offhandedly like she didn’t care, but Joseph was used to women like this, if he said the wrong thing she would go snooping until she found what she was looking for and make sure Lakisha paid the price of his rejection of her.
“Bathroom,” Joseph said, leading her away from the door Lakisha was supposed to come in through very soon.
“Oh,” she said. “You were there a very long time.”
“Must have been something I ate. Where is that hypopigmentation you wanted me to look at?”
“Oh yeah, let’s go to the corner for a better look,” she said, taking his hands and leading the way. Joseph spied Lakisha entering the room from the corner of his eye, she looked at him, looked at his hands in a very eager Isabella’s hand, and then looked away, with an unreadable expression on her face. Clearly, she didn’t want anyone to know what had gone down between them as well. Joseph let Isabella lead the way, without saying another word.
Thirty minutes later and the PTA was over, Joseph was tired and looking forward to a very pleasant weekend with zero stress, play dates with his son, and a lot of sleep. It was the first time that he wasn’t going to have to work during the weekend in a long time, and he was grateful for that. He looked around at the people left in the room, Ms. Skye was nowhere in sight, she must have slipped out and gone home without him noticing. He had had an amazing time with another human being that wasn’t his three-year-old son, and Joseph wanted to explore that feeling. He wanted to call her and talk all night with her until they each fell asleep on the phone, he wanted to take her out on a real date, but most of all, he wanted to go home and meet her in his bed, wearing one of his designer white shirts. He smiled at the thought as he left the room, his heart filled with joy.
Joseph was on his way to his car when he saw her, she wasn’t alone. She was buried in the embrace of a very big sturdy man, the same body he had felt just minutes ago was being felt up by another man. He watched her as his anger boiled, unable to stop the jealousy racing through him. They weren’t a couple, she didn’t belong to him, why did he feel this way about what he was seeing? Joseph couldn’t tell, but when he saw her climb into the guys cherry red Porsche and then watch it zoom off, he made up his mind to not contact her again.
***
She knew it was him before she even saw him, he may be driving a yellow Porsche—the cheap car for rich people her brother and her used to call it—but it was obvious that he was the one, who else would drive a Porsche to drop off their kid, you couldn’t even put a car seat in it, couldn’t even have a carpool day. It was so silly that she was half over him just from the singular fact that he would endanger his son like that.
He got out of the car, then walked around to the other door to open it up for Jason, then proceeded to do the normal routine before letting Jason go. It had been a week since their rendezvous in the classroom, and Lakisha could say this, even though she had been able to go for more than ten years without sex, ten years of denying her sexuality, one night of good rough fucking with Jason’s dad and she was horny every other minute. She wanted to do it again, wanted to feel his dick pound her pussy again, wanted to fuck for hours. But she didn’t want to do it with just anybody, she wanted to do it with him and the fact that he was acting like he hadn’t been there the one time they had been together was pissing her off.
Lakisha didn’t expect them to become a couple, she wasn’t looking for a relationship with him, but what she wanted was a little politeness at least. The Monday after they had fucked, she had been running late to school and had almost bumped into him as he bade goodbye to his son, he looked at her like he didn’t know who she was even after she had laughed at her clumsiness and said “Hi.” It still astonished her that the best Jason’s dad had been able to come up with was ‘be careful next time.’ She had almost slapped him there and then, but had had to remind herself that she wasn’t entitled to his attention and the
refore should not be pained that she wasn’t getting it at all.
Maybe the sex hadn’t been good for him, that was a possibility, and something that she couldn’t beat herself over.
“Hello Ms. Skye,” Jason said coming through the door.
“Hello Jason, how was your night?” She turned around and smiled at him. Even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to have favorites, he was one of her favorite students, and after she had fucked his dad she had somehow developed some unnamed emotional attraction towards him.
“It was fine Ms. Skye.” He smiled, walked up to her and gave her a drawing.
“Oh, what is this Jason?”
“It’s a picture of my favorite teacher,” he said in a sing-song voice.
“Now who’s your favorite teacher?” she mimicked him.
“Ms. Skye?”
“Wow!” she feigned surprise. “Lil ‘Ol me?” she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.
“You are not little.” He giggled. He adorable blue eyes looking up at her and with so much love and trust.
“I’m not?” she asked as if surprised.
“No, you’re not!” he exclaimed, his giggles getting louder. It was so infectious that she joined him, her previous foul mood lifting.
The day went by routinely, and Lakisha was happy when it finally ended. She envisioned her bed and the warmth of her room, as she locked up her classroom door and moved towards the hallway, she could already imagine herself taking off her clothes and stepping into something warmer.
“Good night Ms. Skye.” The voice startled her out of her daydream and Lakisha turned back to see Jason sitting by the curb, his little face covered halfway by his coat.
“Jason? What are you still doing here?” she asked surprised.
“Daddy’s on his way.” The little boy said with so much trust and confidence. Lakisha wasn’t having any of it, angrily she brought out her phone and dialed Jason’s dad’s number, every minute the phone rang, her anger peaked.
“Hello.” His usually sexy voice answered the phone, sounding rigid and cold.
“You know, you are really going to win the worst father of the year award.” Lakisha started on the attack, the fact that he had picked up the phone like that only proved what kind of cad he was.
“What are you getting at?” he asked coldly, sounding unfazed by her attacks.
“I’m getting at the fact that you left your child at the school, sitting all by himself on the curb! Even if you aren’t mature enough to push aside whatever emotional feelings you may be having towards me, couldn’t you at least have called someone else in the school to look after him?”
“What are you talking about?” The cold tone was gone, replaced by concern and confusion.
“Are you slow?” Lakisha sparked not caring. “Jason is out in the cold, by himself, the last child at the school,” she supplied. “If he hadn’t called out to me when I was leaving, I wouldn’t have known he was still here.”
“I sent my secretary to pick him up three hours ago,” he said quickly. Lakisha could hear scurrying in the background, there was a swooshing sound. “Please stay a while with him, I will be right there.”
“No, you won’t,” Lakisha retorted. “This is rush hour, earliest you can get here is in a little over an hour.” It didn’t take a lot for her to come to the next possible conclusion. “Meet me at my house.” And she cut the connection.
Turning to Jason, she looked him over and gave a bright smile. “Ready for an adventure?” she said happily.
“An adventure?” Jason asked, his little boy interest peeked.
“Hmmm.” She acted like she was thinking about it.
“Where?” he asked, jumping up from his perch.
“The spaghetti and meatball palace.”
“Yay!” he said, excited for another round of making healthy food.
The knock sounded on her door, softly, and when Lakisha opened the door, any residual anger that she might have had against Jason’s dad evaporated. He looked so sad, so forlorn that she couldn’t stay mad at him. It was tough being a single parent, and Lakisha was well aware of that, having been raised by a single dad when her mom had passed.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
“Is he…”
“He’s sleeping,” she said. “He had supper and I gave him a bath before putting him to bed.”
“Thank you.” Jason’s dad said looking forlorn.
“Wanna come in?”
“Sure.” She moved out of the hallway and watched as his big frame filled the room, his clean scent invaded the space between them.
“Have you spoken to your secretary?”
“Yeah,” he said. “She got arrested for missing a court date.”
“What?” what were the odds of that actually happening?
“Yea, apparently they pulled her over for a speeding ticket and they saw that she had missed a court date, she was a wanted woman.”
“Shut the front door!”
“Yes!” Joseph laughed. “Apparently that is a thing that actually happens,” he joked. Lakisha laughed. “Or she lied to me and just went to get high with her crazy ex-boyfriend.”
“What?”
“I’m just joking.” He laughed. “I would never trust my boy with a woman that gets high.”
“What about a woman that has a crazy ex?”
“Don’t we all?” Lakisha couldn’t stop laughing, this was carefree Joseph once again, and she was loving this conversation with him. She invited him in for a nightcap and before they knew what was happening, they were waking up together on the same bed, with their clothes still on and Jason jumping up and down next to them.
***
“Daddy, daddy.” Jason’s screams of excitement woke him up. It took him a while to notice his surroundings and another few minutes to recall what had happened last night, and when Joseph remembered, he groaned.
They had talked, just talked for hours, way into the early hours of the morning, then they had heard Jason’s whimpers and had gone to comfort him, and here he was, with a woman who seemed to have a heart as beautiful as her face and body, and she was awake.
“Sleep well?” she asked, smiling at him.
“It was alright.” He smiled back at her. Last night, risking sounding jealous he had brought up the man that he had seen her hug, and when she had finally realized who he was referring to, she had laughed right in his face, making him feel foolish before she even told him that it was her brother. He had had a meeting in town and had come in to say hi to her before he had to go back. Joseph had felt foolish hearing her say that.
“So that was the reason for the silent treatment?” she had said, still laughing, “Don’t worry, I forgive you.” And then she had reached over and kissed him full on the lips.
“Daddy!” Jason said. “It's time to get up.”
“You don’t say?” Joseph said sarcastically, pulling the little fire bolt to him, and snuggling him.
“Nooo,” he giggled. “No hugs.”
“Have you seen a three-year-old say no hugs before?” he looked at Lakisha. “Meet my three-year-old son that acts like a teenager.”
“He’s really smart for his age, just like his daddy.” She looked knowingly at him. With other people, Joseph liked to hide the fact that he had an IQ higher than almost any person living, but with her, he liked the fact that she knew, because the way she looked at him with so much pride in her eyes had him blushing.
They didn’t say anything for a while, just looked into each other’s eyes, the unspoken shift of their relationship weighing on both their minds. They were in a different place today than they had been the night before, and they both knew it. This wasn’t going to turn into a fuck buddy situation, you didn’t sleep on the same bed that your three-year-old son was sleeping with your fuck buddy. Or stay awake just talking with your fuck buddy. A fuck buddy had one purpose, and that was to fuck.
They either became really good friends from this or
it shifted naturally into a real relationship, those were the only two options left.
Lakisha opened her mouth, about to say something, and Joseph scared that she was about to utter words that would forever place him in the friend zone, closed the gap between them and kissed her.
The kiss was soft and sweet, just like a morning kiss should be. She leaned in closer so she could feel his body warmth against her, and was slowly forgetting where she was and who was present before Jason started to cry. They pulled away instantly and she looked around to see that the little boy had just fallen off the bed onto the floor, and she had been there, having her tongue sucked by a man.
She knew it wasn’t a serious fall seeing that he had fallen on the cushy rug, the boy probably just needed his dad’s attention she thought, taking him into her arms and cooing him to stop crying.
“You hungry big boy?” she asked when he was finally silent.
“Yes.” He smiled a watery smile at her.
“In the mood for a pancake?” she asked, noting Joseph had gotten off the bed and was going to the washroom probably to tidy up.
“Please none of that vegan crap for me thanks,” he called when he was in the bathroom. “I shall have my pancakes the way God intended them, sweet and savory.” She laughed; and Lakisha realized that he was good at making her laugh without even trying to, that was a very attractive quality of his, and also his ability to listen.
Last night Lakisha had opened up about the reason she couldn’t have any offspring of her own, even if she tried, and he had listened through it all, through her getting pregnant at fourteen and being scared of what her parents would have done to her, so going to a quack to abort the baby, which had led to complications beyond which she could imagine, one of which was rendering her barren.
He had listened, placed no judgment, and when she had been about to break down, he had taken her into his arms, cooing soft, sweet sounding words like: “It's not your fault baby.” And coming from him, Lakisha for the first time truly believed that it wasn’t her fault, and truly forgave herself for the events that had transpired.
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