Mr. Tucker

by Justine Elvira

  I return my mouth to his length, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him down tightly until I can no longer breathe. His balls tighten, his cock hardens and I know he won't last much longer as I choke him down further, loving the sensation of him filling me completely this way.

  His tongue applies more pressure to my clit as he flicks my bean with precision. My clit is his canvas, his tongue is the brush, and in about five seconds he'll have created his masterpiece. Heat continues to spread throughout my southern region and that delightful moment a split second before I come hits. I scream around his cock as I climax, the action relaxing my throat even more. The vibration from my vocal chords around his head must milk him to orgasm because suddenly he's pulling out and my mouth is filled with his cum. I swallow down the creamy delicacy.

  Once I've swallowed every drop and he's licked my pussy clean I move off his body that's slick with sweat and change positions. We're face to face now and I'm cuddled up to his side, my head resting on his shoulder.

  "That was incredible," I pant as my palm slides up his chest.

  "It really was," he whispers. His eyes close and he tries to catch his breath.

  "Landon." I call his name and then hesitate, wondering if I should speak from the heart or not. While I'm secure in the undeniable chemistry between us, I'm not actually sure what our relationship is. I know we're exclusive because we're together all the time but I need to know where I stand. Is he with me because the sex is amazing? We're explosive together and I don't know if I'll ever experience a connection like this with anyone else. But is that it or does Landon want a relationship?

  "Yes, sweet girl."

  I hesitate, too nervous to ask him what I really want. "Tell me something no one else knows about you."

  He smirks. "You mean besides me dating my student?"

  I laugh out loud and it eases my nerves a little. "Yes, smartass."

  "Okay. I enjoy writing fiction."

  "Really?" I gasp.

  "I sit at my laptop and write a few thousand words every day. During that time I feel so relaxed. It's a few hours where I can let the creative side of me flow. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching history, but it's become a routine. Every day I wake up and I know exactly what I'm going to do when I get to work. When I write, it's the opposite. There are no rules, no script. I just write what I feel."

  “Wow." I stare at him in awe of how talented he is. "I never knew that about you."

  He chuckles. "Wasn't that the point?"

  "Yeah, I guess it was."

  "Now are you going to ask me another question to fill the time or are you going to be courageous and ask me what you really wanted to ask?"

  "How did you know?"

  "I can read you really well, Savannah."

  "Is this..." I trail off. Should I say it? Yes. I have to face my fear and get it out. Taking a deep breath I rattle off, "Is this just sex between us or something more? I really like you, Landon. You're more than just my attractive teacher. I have fun with you, you listen to me, you make me laugh, you treat me like an equal, we have a lot in common, and with just a kiss you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.

  "I'm in love with you, Landon. I know that's probably scary for you to hear and we haven't known each other very long. I'm still your student but I have to let you know how I feel because if you don't feel the same way then we should probably end this now before I get even more invested in us and am devastated when you break my heart."

  There, I said it. My mouth moved so fast as I spit each word out that I probably sounded like every other emotional, hormonal, love sick teenager in the country.

  “Savannah," he whispers my name sweetly.

  "Yes," I reply eagerly, hoping he doesn’t break my heart with what he says next.

  "I love you, too."

  The smile that spreads across my face can probably be seen from all of NASA's satellites in space. I've never been so happy to hear four words. "Really? You're not just saying it because I said it first."

  His hand comes up to play with the strands of my wild sex hair and his fingers comb through the mess. My hair is probably covered in knots, I have no make-up on, and I'm glistening with sweat from our hard-core sixty-nine session and he still said he loves me.

  This man must be crazy.

  "Really, Savannah. There's no mistaking how I feel about you. I love you. I wouldn't jeopardize my teaching career and reputation for a fling, or a couple of fucks. My feelings for you are deep and real. I'd be lost if I didn't have you by my side."

  A high-pitched squeal leaves my lips as I wrap my arm around his torso and squeeze him tight. Then I crawl over his body and smash my lips against his, expressing how much I love him without words. My excited kiss quickly escalates and soon he's silently showing me how much he loves me, too.

  ***

  Landon's shower is smaller than the shower in my mom's ranch, but what it lacks in size it makes up for in appearance. The brown and tan speckled tile is new and clean, the chrome fixtures sparkle, and the water pressure is heavenly. There's no sign of water deposits, or mold in the cracks of the caulk. My shower at home is outdated, falling apart, and rotting with mold.

  I love taking showers here.

  After conditioning my hair I use his body wash and lather it all over my skin so I can smell like him while I'm at work. The smell will be a nice reminder of him every time I get a whiff of his scent. As I'm rinsing off the suds I start belting out Nine to Five by Dolly Parton.

  The music is clear in my head as I hit each note perfectly and shake my hips to the beat. When I get to the chorus I grab the bottle of body wash and use it as my microphone as I hop in place to the music. I'm pretending I'm in front of a large audience at the Grand Ole Opry. The crowd is chanting my name over and over again. As I get lost in the fantasy the shower glass door opens and suddenly the water turns off. When I open my eyes Landon is standing outside the glass door with his hands on the chrome shower knob.

  "Where did you learn to sing like that?" he questions as he gazes at me with amazement.

  "I'm sorry," I say as I place his body wash back in the shower caddy and step around him and out of the shower. I grab the clean towel that's hanging up on the hook and cover my wet naked body. "I forgot you could hear me."

  “Savannah, your voice is...wow. I've never heard anything like it."

  My teeth chatter from the cool draft and I bring the towel up to dry my face. I also use it as a shield when I ask, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

  "It’s a good thing. Great, really. Your voice is beautiful. The way you belted out each note so effortlessly, well, you’re better than the auto-tuned chicks I hear on the radio."

  My cheeks turn red with embarrassment. "You only think that because you love me."

  "No, sweet girl, your voice is amazing. Have you ever thought about a career in music?"

  I finish drying my body as I answer. "Singing professionally is a pipe dream of mine."

  Landon grabs the towel from my hands and wraps it around the back of my body, using the edges to pull me into his solid frame. I look up at his breathtaking face as he looks down into my almond-shaped green and yellow cat-like eyes and says, "Then you should follow your dream."

  ***

  Our weekend together went by in one loving lust-filled blur. It was another stolen weekend gone too fast and now I'm back in the mundane routine that is called high school. The idea of twelve more weeks in the place is enough for me to want to pull my hair out. That's twelve more weeks of sneaking around with Landon. Twelve more weeks pretending to care about what goes on in here when all I want to do is run over to Landon's place and roll around with him in bed.

  I wish so much that things could be different–that we could get out of here and enjoy a quiet life together. He could quit teaching history and write full-time and I could, well, I don't know yet but I'll figure that part out soon enough. It's a dream, but a dream I hope will come true someday.

  The on
ly thing making me happy right now while I'm stuck in school is the unseasonably good weather. This weekend it was cloudy and cold but right now it's sixty-five degrees and sunny. My friends and I are sitting at one of the tables in our school's courtyard and letting our skin absorb the Vitamin D.

  "One more month, Savannah." I know Anna Belle's my friend but the screech of her voice is starting to sound like a dying cat. She's sitting on the bench with her back resting on the edge of the table and her head tilted back. Her blond curls are fanned out on the tabletop.

  "One more month for what, Anna Belle?" I huff out annoyed as I lay my head back on the table next to her and pray this period passes quickly.

  "You have one more month to do the deed or your dreams of prom queen royalty are over. The reign of the Simple women will no longer be possible."

  Anna Belle would just love that. If I'm not in the running then her only other competition for prom queen is Jo Lynne. I love Addison but she doesn't stand a chance against the two of them. I wish I could hop up on this table and declare to my friends–and the other students out in the courtyard–that my cherry's been popped, the chastity belt is off, and my legs are no longer closed for business, but that will bring too many questions. They'll need proof. They'll want to know who it was with, when it happened, and what position I was in.

  My friends are kinky like that.

  I have to figure out some way to tell them and have proof, without revealing that my cherry popper is Mr. Tucker. While I trust my friends to a point, they’re still vindictive privileged girls–the mean girls of our school. They’re a group of piranhas waiting to snap their sharp teeth at me and rip me to shreds. Friends are interchangeable to them as long as they get what they want.

  I still don't know how I fit in with them. I guess I've never thought about it too much because them taking me in saved me in a lot of ways.

  "Don't worry, the crown is as good as mine, Anna Belle. I want to make sure I pick the right guy. If I make the wrong choice I risk getting nothing out of the experience but don't you worry. It will happen."

  "You know, maybe Savannah would rather fuck a woman for the first time," Addison says from the other side of the table before winking in my direction. "If you want to dip in the lady pond I'd love to be your first."

  No, thank you.

  Addison's not a lesbian. Actually, she's not anything. She prefers not to be labeled, but she's had sex with both women and men and enjoyed it all so she doesn't discriminate against gender when it comes to satisfying her sexual needs. I applaud her for that, and I know from a drinking game gone horribly wrong that she's a really good kisser. Her lips are soft and full and there's something extremely intimate about kissing another woman...but I love dick.

  Especially Mr. Tucker's.

  "I appreciate the offer, Addison, but I'm going to pass." Her auburn hair shines under the sun as she shrugs her shoulders like my rejection is no big deal. "You girls don’t need to worry about me. I'll find my man. You should be worried about collecting more votes than I do. I'm prom queen legacy, and the boys here are intrigued by my poor upbringing. They want to fuck me and save me. I'm a shoo-in for their votes."

  "You're as cocky as ever, Savannah Simple, but I plan on bringing out all the tricks this year. I will be a fierce competitor." Jo Lynne's been quiet up until now. I should have known she's been privately scheming against me. I need to keep an eye on her. She’s the one who could really pose a threat. She has no conscience, no moral compass.

  "Bring it on, bitch." I smile as I say the words and my friends take it as friendly banter, but truthfully I mean every word.

  I know. My unhealthy obsession with becoming prom queen is so shallow. The titles we're given in high school mean absolutely nothing once we graduate, but this means something to me. It's a way for me to connect with my mother on another level. It's a hope that maybe I'll get out of this town like my sister did. It's validation for all those elementary school years I was looked down upon in my hand-me-down clothes, with unkempt hair and a government issued meal plan.

  Jo Lynne and I stare each other down, the playfulness turning into something more as the tension between us builds. I can tell by the way Addison and Anna Belle are squirming in my peripheral vision that they're uncomfortable, too. It's not until Spencer sneaks up on Jo Lynne and kisses her on the cheek that our war of the eyes is broken.

  "Hey, sexy," he flirts. Spencer's bundled up in his winter Varsity letterman jacket, even though the weather is too warm for it. This is just another reason I hate high school. He's only wearing that jacket to feel important. He leans into Jo Lynne and then his mouth is on hers–we can all see their tongues as they display the sloppiest, grossest kiss I've ever had to witness.

  "Get a room," Addison groans disgusted. It's good to know I'm not the only one grossed out by their public display of affection. Their lips part, slick with the other's saliva, and then the bell rings across the courtyard.

  Finally.

  I grab my books and head to my locker, ready to tackle my afternoon classes.

  "Wait up, I'll walk with you." Addison falls in step at my side and when we reach my locker I swap my books out for my next class.

  "We're going to see the new Charlie Hunnam movie after school. This girl I've been hooking up with told me there's a few shots of his ass in the film. Are you going to come?"

  Slamming my locker door shut I hold my books to my chest and respond apologetically, "I can't. I have to work."

  "You're always working, Savannah. We feel like you're slipping away from us."

  "Who are we?"

  "Jo Lynne, Anna Belle, me...and Chett and Spencer have asked about you a couple of times, too. We know you work but never this much. You always made time to hang out and party. Something has changed. You've missed the last three parties Spencer had and you no longer come with us when we go shopping on Sundays. You've disappeared."

  "I know," I regretfully reply. I really do feel bad for not hanging out with them more but between school, my thirty-five hours of work each week at the GG-mart, Mr. Tucker, and sleep I have no more available time to give. "Things will ease up in a few months when we graduate. We'll have the entire summer to spend together before you and Anna Belle head off to college." Jo Lynne's decided to delay college a year so she can travel overseas.

  The warning bell rings and if I don't run down the hall I'll be late for math class. "I hate that we'll have to wait that long to get some quality time in with you but I don't want to make you late for class discussing it, Savannah. We can talk about it later."

  With one of my arms securely holding my books, I wrap my free arm around her shoulders and give her a quick hug. "I love you, Addison. I'll try and make some more time for you all. Now, let's get to class. I can't get another tardy."

  "Can I give you a little advice as we walk?"

  "Sure. What's up?"

  "Jo Lynne's out for blood when it comes to this prom queen nomination. If you're really going to lose your virginity you need to do it soon. If you don't want to sleep with Chett, or me, because you know that option is still open, then you need to find someone. Maybe that hottie you work with at the GG-mart. What's his name again? Anyway, whoever you choose, do it soon."

  Dread overcomes me, the muscles in my body tighten and my stomach is tied up in knots. I want this nomination. I need it more than I need my next breath. I want it so fucking bad but I won't sleep with someone else to get it. I love Landon and I could never do something like that to him. I'll have to figure out another way to convince them I'm no longer a virgin and save Landon's reputation at the same time.

  ***

  During the entire length of history class I ignore Landon's lesson, lost in my own thoughts. I can't help thinking about what Addison said. Becoming prom queen has always been a given–a goal I've planned to achieve for the last four years. What will I do now if I can't prove there are no longer cobwebs in my lady region?

  "Savannah?" Landon's hand rests gently on
my slim forearm, bringing me out of my hour of worry. I look up into his comforting eyes and almost instantly forget about my problems. His presence makes everything better.

  "Yes, Mr. Tucker?"

  He tilts his head, watching me quizzically. I don't understand his questioning look until my eyes roam around the room and I realize I'm the only one still here, seated in my seat. When I look over to the clock on the wall behind his desk I see the bell rang three minutes ago. School is over.

  "What's on your mind, sweet girl? You've been distracted all hour."

  I stand up from my desk and adjust my clothing before grabbing my books. "It's no big deal. Something Addison said struck a nerve but it's all good."

  "Anything I can help with?" His willingness to help me softens my mood. He's always so good to me. He's good for me.

  Stepping into his firm body I drop my books to the floor and place my empty hands on his strong chest. My fingers trail over each defined muscle under his thin cashmere sweater. There's something about being this close to him that has my body on high alert and ready for an afternoon quickie. A tryst in his classroom might be just what I need to get this prom queen thing out of my head.

  I lower one of my hands, trailing my fingers over the grooves of his abs. When I reach his belt I ignore the fine leather and dive right to the front of his slacks. I cup his cock, stirring the beast awake as he hardens in my hand.

  "Savannah, what are you doing?"

  "I want you so bad right now," I purr as I lean forward and kiss the bare skin above the collar of his sweater. He lets out a quiet, husky groan and then his hands move, his fingers wrapping around my wrists, capturing them in his hold. He moves my hand from his cock and my other hand from his chest. "Not here. We can't do this here."