Mr. Tucker

by Justine Elvira

  "Says you."

  "What does that mean?"

  She looks at me with pity. "It means you're hoping people will believe this story that the two of you only started hooking up after you were eighteen, but the truth is, Savannah, I'm more observant than you think I am. I’ve seen the looks the two of you have exchanged all school year. I've seen his Prius pull up to the GG-mart late at night. I've seen you running to climb inside. The sneaking around started well before your eighteenth birthday."

  "He was picking me up to tutor me," I reply defensively. It's not what she thinks, not at all.

  "Again, so you say. And even if you're telling the truth and it started when you turned eighteen, he's still your teacher. Now I think you might get lucky. I'm probably the only one who's caught on to your inappropriate relationship with our hot history teacher. I can keep it that way, but it will cost you."

  I can't believe I ever called this girl my friend. Years of my loyalty mean nothing to her. Sure, we've hung out and she's given me her hand-me-downs but a true friend would never do this. This is blackmail. But knowing all of this changes nothing because I can't risk not doing what she asks–Jo Lynne's not the type to bluff. If I don’t do as she says she will tell the entire school. Jo Lynne's a lot of things but she's not a liar.

  My body trembles. Tears well in my eyes as I plea, "What do you want, Jo Lynne. I'll give you anything. I'll do anything just please don't get him in trouble. He's a good guy, a good teacher."

  She clasps her hands in front of her face, smiling at me victoriously. "I want Mr. Tucker for one unforgettable night."

  "What?" I gasp. I never imagined that Mr. Tucker was what she was going to ask for. The idea of a trade-off involving a night of sex disgusts me. "No, Jo Lynne. I can't...Mr. Tucker is not a bargaining chip. I can't trade you his body."

  Her smile fades and her upper lip curls in distain. "You'd risk me telling everyone just so you can keep your precious boy toy to yourself?"

  I hate how she purposely demeans my relationship with him. She obviously has no idea the depth I will go to protect him. "Yes, Jo Lynne. If my choices are you taking advantage of Mr. Tucker for one night or telling the entire school I'm sleeping with him, then I'll take my chances with the truth."

  "I figured as much which is why I came up with a second choice, an alternative to one night with Mr. Tucker."

  "Okay, and what's that?"

  "Drop out of the running for prom queen."

  “Okay," I immediately I agree, not even thinking about the consequences of my answer until the word has slipped out of my mouth. The ease of my answer mixed with the comforting feeling of keeping Mr. Tucker's reputation intact surprises me. I’m throwing away my legacy and the dream I've had since I was a little girl. I've wanted to be prom queen for as long as I can remember, but right now saving Landon's reputation is more important than a high school crown. I may be throwing away what I've worked hard on for so long, but protecting the man I love is more important. I'll get over it. "Okay, I'll drop out."

  She looks down at her perfectly manicured nails before looking back up at me, unable to hide her shock. "I've got to say that was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I figured you’d at least put up a fight."

  Pushing myself up from the cold concrete I realize this is the first time today that the urge to vomit has completely disappeared. "The crown isn't worth it to me if I ruin Mr. Tucker's reputation because of it."

  I'm still a bit surprised at how easy this decision is for me. I don’t regret choosing him over prom queen one bit. This may be the first completely selfless thing I ever done for anyone. It feels...satisfying. "I've known you for a while, Jo Lynne, and you're not a liar. You hold true to your word, so I want your word that once I drop out of the race you will never tell anyone about my relationship with Mr. Tucker."

  She watches me with disbelief before standing up beside me. She gives me her frail hand and I take it in mine. "You have my word, Savannah. Your secret is safe with me." We shake on it, a part of me still worried that this might be the first time Jo Lynne goes back on her word. What's to stop her from still spreading the rumor once I drop out of the running? I guess trust, mixed with a little bit of hope is all I have left.

  I get out of there as quickly as possible, darting through the underside of the bleachers and heading straight into the back doors of the school. I'm feeling better and better as each moment passes–a stark contrast to the way I felt this morning. It feels great not having Jo Lynne hanging over my head.

  I head to the front office, startling the secretary with my urgency. I ask to officially pull my name out of the running for queen. The secretary is stunned and asks me twice if I'm sure. After I make up some excuse about recently becoming an anti-conformist she withdraws my name and dismisses me from the office. I decide to ditch the rest of the day, not wanting to be at school anymore. While I'm proud of the decision I made I still need an afternoon to mourn what could have been.

  I know I made the right decision and I'm glad Mr. Tucker's job is safe, but my happy mood quickly turns sullen. I think my actions are starting to catch up to me. My life has been difficult. I've had to grow up a lot faster than my peers. Prom queen was the only thing I had to look forward to before graduation. I know in the long run a prom queen title means nothing, but it meant something in my family. It's a moment in time where we're just as good as everyone else, just as deserving. Now I'm a disappointment because I'll be the one to break the tradition.

  ***

  Despite ditching my classes today I show up for my shift at the GG-mart. I can't afford to miss a day of work. I'm still in a terrible mood and it shows. I've snapped at undeserving customers between slamming doors and calling every rich, stuck-up bitch who comes in here, well, a rich stuck-up bitch. Dylan's finally had enough of my attitude and sends me to do inventory in the back room so I don’t have to deal with the customers. It's fine by me. The less people I have to interact with the better.

  When my shift finally ends Dylan can't wait to see me go. I've been a bitch to him, too. Landon is waiting for me outside in his car so I force a smile on my face and walk over, opening the passenger door to his car and sliding inside. He leans over the center console and kisses me on the cheek before pulling out of the station and heading to his place.

  "I missed you at school today. Where were you?" He looks so handsome. His hair is in messy waves and his glasses sit firm on the bridge of his nose. He's in a long pair of basketball shorts and a Nike Dri-FIT shirt. He must have come from one of his rare night workouts and he looks incredibly sexy. I can't believe I let my sour mood cause me to miss out on ogling him during history class.

  Meanwhile I'm back in my sweats and GG-mart t-shirt.

  "I wasn't feeling too great so I went home." It's not really a lie and I look like a hot mess, which backs my story. My hair is a disaster, the dark circles under my eyes are bigger than before, and I still have no make-up on so it's definitely believable.

  When we hit a red light he turns toward me, caressing my cheek as his eyes fill with concern. "How are you feeling now?"

  "Better." I smile softly. It's true. Just being with him right now already makes me feel better.

  "You're not..." He trails off getting lost in his own thoughts. "Okay, I'm just going to ask because I have to. I'm your boyfriend and it's a genuine concern. Are you pregnant?"

  "Jesus," I snap, as our small intimate moment is broken. "You're the second person to ask me that. No. We use protection, remember? Besides, I had my period last week."

  He continues to caress my cheek with the pad of his thumb as he drives but his eyes are back on the road. "Don't be mad at me for asking, sweet girl."

  "I'm not mad," I say a little softer this time. "It's been a long day and I'm tired. I'm sorry for snapping at you."

  "It's okay." He forgives me so easily and it's hard to believe I even deserve him. "So I heard a rumor from the secretary at school."

  "Oh yeah? I wasn’t aware y
ou participated in high school gossip."

  "I don't but when I hear your name my ears perk up. Ms. Bradshaw said you dropped out of the prom queen race."

  Damn, news travels fast.

  "Well, that's not a rumor. It's the truth."

  "Why? I thought prom queen was a big deal to you. It was the reason you lied and told everyone you slept with that guy at your work. Why would you go through all that trouble just to drop out of the running?"

  How do I explain this to him without telling him the truth behind it all? I want to be truthful and tell him what happened but I also want to protect him. Sometimes hiding facts is necessary. I can tell him the truth once I graduate.

  I move his hand from my cheek and clasp it between my palms. "Since falling in love with you I've taken a lot of time to evaluate what's important in life. Becoming prom queen isn't something on the top of that list anymore so I dropped out hoping someone deserving–and holds the crown with more merit than I do–could win it."

  "Wow, that's very mature of you, Savannah."

  "Hey, I can be mature."

  We pull into the driveway outside his townhouse and he cuts the engine of the car. "Are you sure you've thought this through? You only get this chance once in your life."

  I look over at him, his face masked by the darkness of the car. His grayish-blue eyes stand out in the hint of light from the street lamp mixed with the glow of the moon. The way he watches me, the way he's always focused on what's best for me, reassures me that I made the right decision by looking out for him. "Yeah, I'm sure."

  "Okay, sweet girl."

  Chapter Eighteen

  May

  Landon

  It's moments like these that I have to pinch myself because I can't be this fucking lucky. Savannah and I were cuddled up on my sofa watching a documentary on the FDA and the corruption within, when she excused herself to use the washroom. I was so engrossed with the show–yes, I know I'm a nerd–that I didn't watch her take her bag with her to the washroom.

  Now she's standing in front of me, blocking the TV in a silk navy blue bra, matching thong, and her navy blue graduation cap with the gold tassel positioned to the right. Her hair is down in loose curls, a change from her normal hairstyle. Her wide hips and narrow waist call to me as her supple breasts rest perfectly in the cups of her bra, and just like that I'm no longer interested in this documentary.

  "What do you think?" she asks, twirling around in a circle. Her apple bottom ass bounces with the movement and my cock stirs underneath my pants as I picture that ass jiggling with my cock nestled between her cheeks.

  "I think you better plan on wearing more than that at the ceremony on Sunday. Otherwise I'll be forced to take you up on the stage with the entire graduating class watching me fuck you senseless. I'm into it if you are."

  I know I'm completely gone for this girl because if she were into a kinky session of voyeurism I'd do it just so those eighteen-year-old little shits knew her juicy ass, sweet cunt, large breasts, soft skin, and perfect personality are mine.

  "I have a cute sundress to wear under my gown, but this outfit I saved up and bought just for you." She walks over to me slowly and seductively, her hips swaying with each step. Her fingers trail over her curvy body, squeezing her heavy breasts, pinching her hard nipples, and then sliding down her flat stomach to dip under her panties.

  I bet her cunt is wet and waiting for me to sink into her.

  My vision blurs in heady desperation for her. I swallow hard and respond, "You bought that just for me."

  "Mm hmm," she sighs. When she reaches the couch she kneels, placing a knee next to the outside of each of my thighs, straddling my hips. She rests her hands on my shoulders and purposely moves her hips, simulating sex as she grinds against me. My cock is trying to break through the material of my dress slacks so it can be an active participant in her dry hump fest.

  She looks so irresistible in her graduation cap and lingerie. As much as I want to turn all caveman on her and drag her to my bedroom, I'll have to wait a moment because I want her to know just how proud I am that she'll be graduating two days from now. My dick can wait a minute before it sinks into her hot velvet pussy and we go at it like bunnies.

  "I'm so proud of you, sweet girl." My words come out rough and husky as I try to focus on what I want to tell her and not her breasts bouncing up and down right in my line of vision. She's bouncing up and down on my groin, her ass cushioning my cock and her tits begging to be played with.

  "I know," she replies sweetly as her body continues to tease me in lethal ways. "You've been telling me this all week."

  My hands come down on her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh to steady her movements. If she rubs against me one more time I won't be able to finish my speech. "Can you stop for a second because you're distracting me from what I want to say and I need to get this out."

  Her eyes widen in shock as her movement steadies. Since I admitted my feelings for her all those months ago I've never once stopped her sexual advances in the privacy of my home. This is a first for me–and the only time I'll stop with her because I'd be crazy to stop sex with the sweetest, caring, most beautiful woman who I just so happen to be madly in love with.

  "I'm not just proud of you for graduating, even though graduating is a huge deal. You managed to pull off an amazing year with enviable grades. I knew you could do it. You just needed that extra push."

  "I'm glad you were the one...pushing me...to do better."

  Fuck, she manages to even make that sound dirty. I have to ignore her because she wants me to give in to her body right now and I can't. I have to say this.

  "I know what you did, Savannah."

  The skin on her forehead scrunches as she tilts her head to the side. "What are you talking about?" she asks puzzled.

  I caress her hips with the pads of my thumbs as I look up at her and into her unique and stunning cat-like eyes. "I know the real reason you dropped out of the prom queen running."

  Her playful demeanor changes as her body stiffens on top of me. "I don't know what you mean."

  She has a great poker face but I'm calling her bluff.

  "At the time I thought it was odd that you no longer wanted to be prom queen, but I let it go because it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. Then last week, after you told me you didn't want to go to prom and after your mother worked so hard on your dress, I knew something was up. I did some digging but came up empty. It wasn't until Jo Lynne paid me a visit today that I found out the truth."

  "Jo Lynne came to see you?" She swallows dramatically as her eyes fill with fear.

  My poor little minx went through so much with her friend. I can't believe she was being blackmailed and didn't tell me.

  "She did. Jo Lynne told me everything. I don't know why she decided to confess, maybe it was to brag or rub it in my face. I think she was proud of herself and wanted someone else to know she was getting everything she wanted. Tonight she'll be crowned prom queen. Coming to me today and telling me she knew about our relationship, well, I think it was her way of bragging that she won, but also an attempt to scare me so I'd break it off with you. Then you'd have no boyfriend and no crown. You'd have nothing in her eyes. She's extremely jealous of you, sweet girl."

  Savannah's eyes soften, glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you she knew about us. She saw us in the theater in Knoxville and I freaked out. I thought I could handle it myself. I thought she was my friend."

  "It's okay, sweet girl,” I assure her and bring a hand up to caress her face, wiping the single tear that shed from her wet eyes. "I understand why you didn’t tell me, I just wish you had. I know how much being prom queen meant to you."

  "Meant–past tense. Nothing means more to me now than you do. I wouldn't change my decision. I'd do it over again if that meant saving your job and reputation. It's okay if she won."

  "She didn't win. She wanted to break us apart but after finding out what you did for me it's
only made my feelings for you stronger. It's made our bond unbreakable. I bet if you were to get dressed right now we could still make it to your prom and you can show her she didn’t break your spirit either. You won, my sweet girl. You can still have it all."

  She cups my face with her palms and leans in, kissing me with so much force and love that my heart wants to explode, and then my dick twitches as if to remind me he wants to explode, too.

  "I'm good staying here. Putting on clothes takes too much effort. I much rather continue to take them off." Her hands leave my face and disappear behind her back. She unclasps her bra and the material falls down her chest in the space between us.

  "I love that idea even more."

  Reaching between us I move her bra out of the way and onto the empty floor. My hands come up to touch her large, ample breasts and I grab the plump mounds and push them together, loving the way they mold to my instruction. I lean in and suck a pink areola into my mouth, my tongue flicking her stiff nipple. She groans on top of me, rotating her hips on my hard length, and then I move to her other breast to give it equal attention. She slides a hand between us and her fingers wrap around my eager cock.

  I can't take the teasing anymore.

  Like the animal I am, I grab her in my arms, pick her up and walk us into my bedroom so I can have my way with her on my large comfortable bed. The mattress dips as she lies on her back, her eyes never leaving mine as I drag her navy thong down her legs and then toss the flimsy material onto the floor. My large hands wrap around her slim ankles and I pull her body to me.

  Savannah is my fucking fantasy that's come to life. Her body is my sanctuary and I'll never be done worshipping her. I want to love her, cherish her, and be buried inside her all the time. Others may look at us together and see the age difference, or think I took advantage of an innocent student, but we know the truth. Our connection was unbreakable from the moment I laid eyes on her. I never stood a chance against the power she holds over me. I'm under her spell and I never want it to be broken.