by Aria Blue
Presley reveled at the look of shock on Jones’ face. She’d really thought she had him bent over ready to be fucked, but her plan was blowing up right in her smug little face. “What do you mean, Dean McGuire?”
Presley was ecstatic that his father wasn’t firing him, but he was still angry with him over the Sara situation. Since his business was out there, he wanted everyone’s business to be front and center. “He can’t fire me for being involved with a co-worker because he’s involved with a co-worker himself. That would make him a big fucking hypocrite.”
Presley watched the color drain from Jones’ face and he felt a little sorry for her. She’d been in love with the dean since the day he’d hired her so that was the last thing she needed to hear, but there was no going back. Presley really didn’t know what these younger women saw in the old man.
She glared at the dean who looked down at the desk. Since Presley had started, he might as well finish. “Yes, Sara Snow. They’re going to be spending the weekend together. They’re going white-water rafting and then renting a big fancy cabin the rest of the time.”
Jones’ stared at the dean, her lip quivering. She was waiting for him to deny everything Presley was saying but he didn’t. She swallowed hard. “Oh. Well, I guess I don’t have to tell you how inappropriate that is because you don’t seem to care. Nobody cares about the rules around here so why don’t we all just treat this institution of learning like it’s Mardi Gras and do whatever the hell we want to do?”
The dean stood, holding his hands up. “Adella, calm down. You are right about Presley and Ms. Fox. These inappropriate activities do not belong on school grounds and I can assure you it won’t happen again. Please, can we keep all this amongst the three of us?”
Ms. Jones hurried from the office mumbling under her breath. She’d heard enough. Things hadn’t played out the way she’d wanted them to at all.
Presley watched the door close. “She is going to be a problem.”
The dean shook his head. “She’ll get over it. Just be nice to her, please. Don’t agitate the situation.”
Presley glared at his father as he went back to work. He wasn’t done with his conversation about Sara, but he couldn’t find the words to say other than he was hurt and felt betrayed. His father probably already knew that and didn’t care.
Chapter 7
Friday, all Presley could think about was Sara and his father spending the weekend together. He had cleared his schedule because he’d thought Sara would be spending the weekend with him, but now he had to find something to do to keep his mind off her.
From his office phone, he dialed the extension to Marcia’s classroom. He had made it a point to avoid her so he wouldn’t cause more problems than the two of them already had. When Marcia had found out the dean wouldn’t be taking any action against them, she had been relieved and grateful.
Fourth period was Marcia’s planning time so Presley knew she wouldn’t have any students. She was probably sitting at her desk grading papers or answering emails.
“Ms. Fox.”
“Marcia, it’s me.”
He heard an intake of breath from her end. “Principal McGuire, to what do I owe this pleasure? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“I was wondering if you had plans this weekend, I thought it would be nice if we could hang out.”
Marcia had a steady boyfriend so him asking her out was probably a long shot. Still, it was worth a try.
Marcia was quiet for a moment. She had been waiting for this for a long time. She’d always had feelings for Presley and wanted them to have a real relationship beyond sex. “Paul and I were going to catch a movie and do some shopping. Nothing terribly special, but I can cancel all that. Sure. I’d love to spend the weekend with you, Presley.”
Presley felt guilty immediately. Why was he doing this? Was he using Marcia just to get back at Sara? Just to have something to do? No, he really liked Marcia, and he had been denying his feeling for far too long because of Sara. He felt bad about Paul, but until he put a ring on it, Marcia was fair game and it wasn’t his job to be loyal to Paul.
“Awesome,” Presley said. “Let’s do brunch tomorrow and then we’ll take it from there.”
“Can’t wait,” Marcia said before hanging up. Presley felt guilty about the excitement in her voice. He hoped he didn’t end up hurting her.
The day after they had brunch at the Briar Ridge Club followed by a few hours at the beach. Presley had seen Marcia naked plenty of times, but there was nothing like watching her in a bikini. It was red, one his favorite colors on a woman. Tiny triangles barely managed to cover her nipples, and the thong rode nicely right between her ass cheeks. She might as well have been naked. Marcia took several selfies and then grinned at Presley. “Don’t worry. I know not to upload them to social media. Oh, the joys of being a teacher.”
Presley kissed her on the nose. “Be sure to send them to me, though.”
She kissed him back. “Will do.”
After the beach, they went back to Presley’s place to shower. Presley let Marcia go first, but his intentions had been to join her, eventually.
He watched the silhouette of her Coke bottle shape in the steam covered glass. Her back was turned as he pulled the door open quietly and slipped inside. Marcia turned abruptly at the sound of the shower door closing. Her dark hair was slicked back against her head. He could tell she had already washed it. Her perfect body was dripping wet. He imagined how slippery she would feel when he put his hands all over her.
Marcia smirked at him. “Principal McGuire, what took you so long?”
He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. They were never the kind for foreplay. The physical attraction between them was so hot there was no way he could wait.
She pulled his head toward hers and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Their tongues intertwined passionately as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Presley cupped her breast and pinched her nipples. Then he made circles around her belly button with his thumb. She ran her hands over his stone hard chest as he moaned. He desired for her to go lower. He knew she knew that was what he wanted, but she was teasing him.
His hands finally went below her belly button because he couldn’t stand it anymore. His fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy and finally slid in between. She shuddered against him as he played with her clit. His index finger found its way to her hole where it moved in and out. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades as she gasped with pleasure. Her nails sinking into his wet skin caused the perfect amount of pleasure and pain.
Feeling Marcia wasn’t enough. Presley wanted to taste her. He got down on his knees and pulled her closer to him. She spread her legs and balanced herself by gripping his shoulders. Presley used his tongue to work around her clit, licking every crevice and flicking it back and forth.
His dick was rock hard and throbbing. Just when Marcia sounded as if she were going to explode, Presley stood and lifted her up. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall of the shower. He slid himself into her wetness, pumping weakly at first and then going faster and harder.
The warm water from the shower head washed over their bodies. Marcia, pinned against the wall, lifted her head with her eyes closed and Presley knew he had sent her into ecstasy. He gripped her hips tight as he continued to drive himself inside of her. Finally, they both came. By the time they toweled off and Marcia blow-dried her hair, they were ready to go at it again, this time on the balcony—the same balcony where he and Sara had shared their breakfasts.
Presley’s condo was located on the top floor, so no one from below could see them, but Marcia was so loud, the neighbors might surely hear her. Presley couldn’t worry about that at the moment, he was in too much pleasure and as far as he was concerned, he would be doing them a favor. If he wasn’t himself and he’d heard a couple who looked like Marcia and Presley fucking, he’d definitely want to be a fl
y on the wall.
Once they were done on the balcony, they took a nap wrapped in each other’s arms. Presley was exhausted from a day at the beach and an afternoon of love making.
He’d enjoyed his day with Marcia but he couldn’t help but wonder from time to time what Sara and his father were up to. He hoped with all his heart that they weren’t doing the same thing as he and Marcia.
Chapter 8
Saturday afternoon had been the most enjoyable day Sara’d had for a while. She certainly hadn’t expected so much action from an older man, but then Harold McGuire wasn’t your typical older guy. He was just a few years younger than her own father, yet they were as different as night and day. She and Harold had spent all of Saturday white-water rafting, zip-lining, and hiking. Her father would never do anything like that. He golfed, and that was it.
Sunday morning, they enjoyed breakfast in the cabin. Harold had hired a chef to come in and make omelets, waffles, a magnificent fruit salad, and a host of other things that were too much for two people to eat. They sat across from each other at the dining room table. Sara had never noticed how much Presley looked like his father. It had been a challenge all weekend for her not to think about Presley while she sat right across from his spitting image.
Harold cut into his omelet. “You’re awfully quiet this morning. What’s on your mind?”
Presley. But she didn’t want to say that out loud. Harold had treated her like a queen the entire weekend and had been the perfect gentlemen. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him think that she was ungrateful. He hadn’t even tried to get in her pants. They’d slept in different rooms and he had never suggested they do otherwise.
“Honestly, I was thinking about Presley.”
Harold’s eyebrows went up. “Presley?”
“Yes, but not like that. Not because I want to be with him, but I kind of feel bad. I mean, I’m spending the weekend with his father. That’s kind of messed up. What if he dated my mother? I can’t even imagine that, but it would be awful.”
Harold stopped eating and leaned back in his seat. “The last thing you need to be worried about is my son. I love Presley more than anything, but I can assure you he cares about no one but himself, and I hate to say this, but Presley isn’t sitting around thinking about you. He’s probably sticking his pole in something as we speak.”
Sara didn’t want to believe that. Dean McGuire had always been harder on Presley than necessary. It was always hard for him to see the good in his son. No, Presley wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a cold-hearted person either.
Sara stood. “Excuse me. I need to run to the restroom.”
Harold nodded, looking as if he wanted to say something else.
Sara hurried to the bathroom of her bedroom and closed the door. She pulled her phone from her pocket. She needed to prove the dean wrong. Sara needed to know that he was wrong about Presley and that he was thinking about her. Most of all, she needed to hear his voice.
She dialed his number and after a few rings, someone picked up, but it wasn’t Presley. “Sara Snow,” said the voice on the other end. “What do you want?”
Sara froze as she recognized the voice. Something stuck in her throat. She had no clue what to say, and it was too late to hang up. “Let me speak to Presley.”
There was a pause and a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “Presley’s laying right beside me sleeping. I was sleeping too, very soundly—long night, you know—before you so rudely woke me up. What can I do for you, Sara? Do you have a question about work because that’s the only reason you should be calling him. Is there some sort of emergency?”
Sara hung up. She couldn’t bear to hear any more. She had given Presley too much credit and Harold was right. Presley was busy poking someone else and not thinking about her. Maybe she deserved it for not committing to him one hundred percent, but she hadn’t been ready too. Still, the thought of him being with other women was unbearable. The fact that he had replaced her in a matter of days spoke volumes.
Sara hurried back to the dining room table. Harold looked concerned. “Everything okay?”
She nodded. Everything wasn’t okay though. She was angry and hurt. She needed to make Presley feel the same way, and she knew just how to do that.
Sara bit into a strawberry seductively. “You know, there’s a hot tub out back that’s all covered up. Why don’t you and I make good use of it? I brought a brand new bikini that I’ve been dying to break in.”
Harold’s eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. He hadn’t been expecting anything like this to happen, but it was definitely a bonus and he wasn’t about to turn it down. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll get it heated up right after we’re done eating.”
Sara grinned, hoping she knew what she was doing. Did she really want to do this or was she just trying to get back at Presley because the latter would be unfair to Harold. Sara pushed her guilt away. What man would complain about hanging out in a hot tub with a hot younger woman? Harold would be okay.
Harold was already in the hot tub. His arms were stretched along the edges. He smiled as she stepped out of the cabin wrapped in her towel.
“Come on in. The water’s fine,” he said.
Sara stepped closer to the hot tub. She dropped her towel, revealing a tiny lavender bikini what tied around her neck. She gave Harold a few moments to take in her tight body before stepping into the water.
Unlike Presley, Sara liked to take things slow. She sat across from the dean, not touching him. She wanted to tease him for a bit. Half of the fun was in the chase. She’d always tried to get Presley to understand that, and she knew Presley would never be enthralled by the women who threw themselves at him. You needed to make him work for what he got or he wouldn’t appreciate it. Presley had been handed stuff his whole life, including his job.
The water felt heavenly as Sara let her body soak in it. The temperature was perfect. Harold sat stiff as if he didn’t know what to do next. Sara thought that was cute, because while he doesn’t flaunt it as much as Presley, the dean had his way with women too. The fact that she made him nervous made her feel like she wasn’t like the others.
“Harold, why did you ask me out. I’m glad you did, but a lot of men wouldn’t go out with their son’s ex or someone who works for them. I mean, there’s a couple of reasons why we shouldn’t be here together right now.”
The Dean chuckled. “You’re right. There is a lot against us, but the thing is, when I see something I want, I go for it, rather it’s right or not. Obviously you’re a very beautiful woman, Sara. On top of that you’re smart, and kind, and a lot of fun to be around. The whole time you were dating my son, I knew you were too good for him but I was hoping you would help him be a better person—which you did. After what happened between you two, I’d always thought you deserved so much better. Someone who would treat you like gold. Deep down, I always wanted to be that person. To show Presley what he had missed out on and how you’re supposed to treat a real woman.”
Sara’s body warmed more, but not because of the water.
Harold continued talking. “When our old guidance counselor retired, and I heard you were looking for a job, I snapped you up because I knew you were good. You were up to the caliber needed at McGuire Prep. But when I saw you again, I couldn’t help but feel something for you. So, even though there were several reasons I shouldn’t have, I asked you out. What would a woman like you want with an old man like me when you can be with anyone? To my surprise, you said yes. So, here we are and I can’t say I regret my decision. This is the best weekend I’ve had in a long time.”
Sara didn’t know what to say to that, so she didn’t say anything. She moved to the other side of the hot tub and sat beside Harold, grazing his leg with hers. He leaned his head in and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and sweet and she wanted more. They kissed more, deeper and passionately. Moments later, Sara found herself straddling the dean. His hands ran up and down her back and over her thighs. Hi
s touch was soft, yet firm.
Before she knew it, her bikini top was floating beside her and her breasts were exposed. Harold’s eyes were focused on them and she wondered what he thought. She wasn’t a busty woman, but she would never, ever get a boob job. She loved her body the way it was. Presley had always loved her breast and made her feel like she had the world’s most perfect body. Would the dean feel the same way?
Sara got her answer when he lowered his head to suck on her left nipple. He was more gentle than Presley. He didn’t bite or pinch, everything he did was soft and tender. He treated her as if she might break and she loved that.
After a few minutes of sucking her breast, she felt his fingers between her legs. He pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her to the warm water. She released his hard cock from his swimming trunks and was surprised by his size. He adjusted her so that she would sit on his cock and it would slide right in. He gripped her sides and moved her up and down on his dick as she moaned. Over and over he slid in and out as she rode him until they both came. It wasn’t like having sex with Presley, but it had been wonderful and she had absolutely no complaints.
Before leaving school on Monday afternoon, Presley decided to make a stop by Ms. Jones office. He couldn’t stand the woman, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Maybe it was the soft spot he had for all women.
He knocked on the doorframe of her office. “Can I come in?”
She looked up from the file she was reading. “Why not? You’re the boss. Apparently you McGuire men can do whatever the fuck you want.”
Presley stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Listen, I know you don’t like me and we don’t get along too well, but I wanted to talk to you about what happened with my father.”
She rolled her eyes. “If that’s what you came to talk about you can leave right now because I’m not talking about it. As far as I’m concerned that case is closed.”