by Mia Carson
When I had ordered the bed and had it delivered, I was scared she wouldn’t accept. I had broken it, with her help, so I felt like I owed her a bed. The funny note I sent pushed her to accept, I think, and her cute text messages had been so charming.
I finished up in the shower so I could call her. I wanted to plan my date with her this week before her schedule filled up. This time of year, the dance team was busy with band competitions as well as dance competitions.
With nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, I grabbed my phone and flopped down on my bed. My bedroom was decorated in the rustic style that was, in my mind, manly. The hardwood floors were dark, but all the furniture was light oak. The headboard and footboard had huge Texas stars in the center, and each of the four posts had smaller versions etched into them. Two matching nightstands and a matching chest of drawers with a mirror completed the set.
I propped myself up on the pillows and dialed her number. After three rings, she answered. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” she began without a greeting. “You bought me a bed?”
“We broke it because of my sexual prowess,” I replied using my best creeper voice. “You like it, right?”
“I do like it. A lot,” she answered with a giggle. “It just wasn’t necessary.”
“We can’t have sex on the carpet, now, can we?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t being too forward.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “I can’t imagine carpet burns on my ass would feel too good.”
“Oh no, and I prefer to be on top, just so you know.”
“I noticed,” she laughed. “So that’s the only reason you bought it for me? So you could fuck me on it?”
A laugh shot out of my mouth. I hadn’t expected her vulgarity, but I liked it. “My, my, Ms. Ulrich, is that any way for a teacher to talk?”
“Honey, you ain’t heard nothing yet! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but teachers and nurses are the dirtiest people on Earth.”
“So you’ll keep me on my toes, I guess,” I said, chuckling still.
“You got that right.” She turned serious. “Thank you for the bed. I really, really like it. I went and bought new bedding this afternoon.”
“I’m glad you like it, and I hope you like it enough to let me take you out again,” I asked.
“Of course. When?”
“Are you available Thursday?”
“Yes. But I have to be home early,” she reminded me. “School night and all.”
“You’ll be home by your curfew; I promise,” I told her. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Me, too. I wish it was sooner,” she murmured.
“Ah, but the wait will make it even better. Good night, sweet lady.”
“Good night, handsome man.”
Mel
I woke up with Will on the brain. I had slept better on my new bed than I had in longer than I could remember. The bed felt like lying on clouds that adjusted when I moved to maximize comfort. When my alarm went off for school, I hit snooze so I could lay there longer. After another ten minutes of luxuriating in my cloud bed, I finally forced myself to get up and get ready to go to work. I wished for summer so I could lounge in luxury. Alas, it was only late September, so I would have to wait until Thanksgiving break for lounging.
I meandered through my morning routine. I woke up much earlier than necessary so I didn’t have to rush, though the ten-minute snooze added a quicker step than I would have liked. As I walked to the kitchen to make my morning coffee and bagel, I glanced back into my room longingly, sighing with happiness.
On Thursday night, Will was getting a sweet treat, though I’d have to put some thought into it. What could I buy a man who bought me a bed and had it delivered the same day? It must have cost a fortune. Madison had freaked when I’d sent her a selfie while lying back against my pillows. My phone rang almost immediately after I sent the picture.
“What is that?” Madison had shrieked by way of greeting.
“So you know how Will and I broke my bed last night? He bought me a new one!” I hadn’t been able to keep the elation out of my voice.
“Holy shit! That’s outrageous!” she’d replied, laughing uproariously.
“I know! I feel a little guilty accepting it, though.”
“I wouldn’t. He broke it,” Madison reminded me.
“While fucking me! It’s not like he threw himself on it and it broke,” I told her. “Obviously, I got over my reluctance. I bought new bedding for it.”
“It’s great! Are you seeing him again?”
“Yep, on Thursday. I just hope school isn’t awkward this week,” I murmured, my happiness a little dampened by the thought of Cara and her friends—or worse, her enemies.
“It will be fine,” Madison assured me. “Even if there is an issue, it will blow over when some new scandal happens.”
“And a new scandal will probably happen by tomorrow afternoon. It’s high school.” I laughed. “Okay, well, be jealous while I sink into my new mattress. Good night!”
“Good night, bitch,” Madison said through a laugh.
“We can have a sleepover soon,” I offered.
“Can we have a pillow fight? In our bras and panties?”
“I thought that was the definition of sleepover,” I said. We ended the call, and I slept like a baby.
As I drove to school, I sent Will a good morning text.
Good morning. I hope you slept as well as I did last night. My new bed is magnificent. Thank you again.
I had no idea what time he got up in the morning. I assumed he brought Cara to school, as she wasn’t old enough to drive yet. When I pulled into the school parking lot, I still hadn’t received a reply and tried not to let it bother me, reminding myself that I was a grown-ass woman, not a teenage girl. Sighing, I grabbed my bag and my lunch and hurried into the building to prepare for first period with my dance team class.
We rehearsed with the band two days a week and worked on competition dances, pep rallies, and Friday night performances, which were sometimes either exactly the same or similar, three days a week. Second, third, and fourth periods were dance classes for kids who wanted a PE credit but didn’t want to play kickball or dodgeball like elementary school kids. Lunch was fifth, and my sixth and seventh periods were tech classes, where I taught students how to edit music, create mashups, and produce new works all together. Luckily, I had experience with not only dance, but computers and choir as well. I sang as much as we worked on the music. And because I often had to leave early for competitions, the schedule coordinator had been kind enough to give me last period off.
At five minutes to eight, the bell rang for first period. The speakers in the gym were playing the music we used to stretch for the first eight minutes of class. The girls knew they were to walk in ready to practice. Stretching first, then announcements from me, and after that, whatever dance we needed to work on.
They walked in, chattering, and deposited their books, bags, and other paraphernalia near the score table where I sat and ran the music once I’d taught them the moves. Cara walked in with her best friend, Jill. When she reached the table, she made sure to catch my eye and winked broadly. Jill giggled and hurried past when I narrowed my eyes at her.
I returned my gaze to Cara, and she winked again. I rolled my eyes and put my finger against my lips in a shushing gesture. She smiled, nodded, and joined the other girls in the center of the gym to stretch.
The story Madison had told me pushed into my mind, and I glanced at Denise’s daughter, Brittani, who sat with her two friends. The three were separated from the others—only slightly, but the separation was there. These three were seniors and leaders on my team. I liked all of them, and again, hoped no ugliness would disrupt the closeness of our team.
The stretching music ended, and I let the next track play as the girls gathered around me for announcements. “All right, ladies, we’ve got a pep rally this Friday, and the cheerleaders asked
that we dance after them.”
Brittani piped up. “Of course they want us to dance after them. They don’t want to look bad.” She smirked, and the girls tittered.
“Brittani, our egos need to step about five paces back. Thanks.” I deadpanned. Another tittering of laughter. “I’ve got the music ready for Friday, and we’ll do the same dance Friday night at the game. So, four days to get this learned. Ready?”
A chorus of yeses answered me. I quickly put them into the formation I had planned for this dance and showed them the dance twice before breaking it down into eight counts. The class passed quickly, but by the end, they had the moves. The rest of the week would be spent cleaning the dance until they were perfect. God, I loved my job!
***
Having last period off sounded amazing, but it was a long time to wait for a break. My thirty-minute lunch sometimes wasn’t enough. Today, though, I was filled with energy as I bounded into the teacher’s workroom where I ate with a group of teachers, including Nikki.
“Hey!” she gushed as she rushed up to me. “I want to hear about your date!”
“Me, too,” Millie called from the refrigerator.
“Don’t start until we’re all seated and ready to pay attention,” Becky ordered.
“Nikki!” I hissed as I stepped next to her. “Why did you tell everybody?”
Nikki grinned. “Was it a secret? You didn’t say that.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t know I had to,” I huffed. Becky and Millie laughed, and I glared at them as I marched to the fridge and grabbed my lunch and sweet tea. “Don’t act like our students.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Millie replied, saluting me. I tilted my head and sneered. “Oh, come on, Mel. Becky and I are both married. When you or Nikki have a date, we deserve all the details. We must live vicariously through you.”
I rolled my eyes, irritated. “Whatever.” I slapped my lunch bag down on the table and began pulling out my salad, ranch dressing, and ham and cheese to put on it. I put all the fixings on top, added the ranch, and put the lid back on to shake the dressing.
“You’re going to bruise your cherry tomatoes,” Millie observed. “Are you really so irritated?”
“Yes,” I said emphatically. “I don’t want administration knowing right now.”
“That you’re dating a parent? Like we’ll tell anybody,” Becky said.
“Whatever,” I repeated.
As I stuffed a bite in my mouth, Nikki pointed at me. “I know what ‘whatever’ means in that tone.”
“At least one of you does,” I replied.
“All right, give it up,” Becky said as she spooned some of her unidentifiable lunch into her mouth.
“What are you eating?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.
“Goulash,” she answered. “Give us the goods.”
“Well, he’s incredibly sweet. We went to del Frisco’s and had the best time.” I took another bite of my salad, hoping that was the end of the conversation.
“Tell the rest,” Nikki ordered.
I growled at her. “I am never telling you a secret again!”
“Liar. Now spill,” Becky said. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed excitedly, giving in to my willingness to tell. “And we broke my bed! He bought me a new one!”
Millie squealed. “Wow!”
Becky sat back, her goulash forgotten. “Holy shit.”
“You asked.” I lifted my eyebrows at them and used my ranch-covered fork to gesture at them. “And let me tell you, that bed is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept on.”
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to get that hunky dad in your new bed,” Becky laughed.
“He’ll be in it Thursday, if I have anything to say about it,” I promised.
We all laughed loudly enough for the secretary to step into the room, which was connected to the front office. “Ladies, ladies, seriously.” She swung the door closed sharply.
We looked at each other and laughed again. Becky rolled her eyes. “What a bitch.”
***
“Finally, last period.” I sighed as my last class walked out of the computer lab we used for music editing. I had a to-do list a mile long, and one of them was to dig through the dance closet and get it organized. I’d put it off all summer, and now, I had to do it. The props I needed for the flag routine were buried under a year of dance uniforms and pompoms.
I unlocked and opened the door and nearly closed and locked it again. The task would take me my entire conference period and probably through dinner, so I resigned myself to buying dinner on the way home. I would finish this today so I didn’t have to worry about it. And then I’d post some rules and have a serious discussion with my dancers about maintaining the neat and orderly closet I was about to create.
Sighing, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, shuffled the music, and began what felt like a mountainous task. I pushed through the disaster on the floor and began with the uniforms. Props would come next. Although hangers hung from a bar between the shelves, all the old uniforms had been tossed on the floor in a heap after they’d been washed. I grumbled as I began picking them up one by one, shaking them out, and hanging them up.
I frowned when I dug up half of a cheer uniform, wondering what the hell it was doing in my dance closet. I held it up, noting it was my size, and walked to the full length mirror. I held it against my chest and giggled. I’d never been a cheerleader, but I always thought the outfits were so cute. I turned around, tossed it by the door to take to the cheer sponsor, and let my mind wander as I continued the mindless work.
“Hey, hot stuff,” Will called as he sauntered across the football field in athletic shorts and a t-shirt.
The game had just ended, and we had made a pact to meet by the goal post as soon as the crowd cleared out. Our team had won, thanks to Will’s quarterbacking skills. On the sidelines in my too-short cheer outfit, I had screamed his name, cheering him on to victory. And now, he would claim his after-the-game prize.
“Hi, Will. Great game!” I exclaimed.
“I heard you screaming my name,” he replied. “And now I want to make you scream it for another reason entirely.”
I smiled. “Bring it on.”
He grabbed me around the waist and our lips locked. I pulled at his shirt, running my hands up his chest, reveling in the feel of his muscles. His hands ran up and down my back. They moved lower, cupped my ass under the skirt, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me closer to the goal post.
We were out in the open. If anyone walked close to the fence around the field, we would be in plain view. The excitement this added was indescribable.
“Will.” I breathed his name quietly, driving him mad. He set me down on my feet and ran his hands over my body. I lifted my arms so he could remove my top, setting my tits free. I had known this was coming and hadn’t worn my sports bra. I jerked his shirt over his head as well. He bent and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I let my head fall back as the waves of pleasure moved to my pussy. Instantaneous wetness between my thighs indicated the level of arousal I felt. As if he could smell it, he ran his hands over my pussy, rubbing just a little harder over my clit.
I said his name again. “Will, please. Fuck me.”
He looked into my eyes, yanked my bloomers and panties off, and continued massaging my clit. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock. I pushed his shorts down and grabbed him, and like a randy teenager, he plunged his hugeness into my pussy. He began thrusting hard into me, pounding so hard that my body scooted across the turf. Luckily, he’d had the forethought to put his t-shirt under where I would lie.
As my orgasm built, I tossed my head from side to side. I didn’t want to scream in case anyone was nearby, but I couldn’t help it. I opened my mouth to scream his name.
A knock sounded on the door, which was immediately yanked open. My fantasy ended when Callie stepped inside. “What the heck are you doing in here
?” she asked, looking around.
“This room is a disaster,” I replied, hoping the huskiness in my voice didn’t reveal my arousal. The daydream had gone way too far, and I was as wet as if he were standing in front me, naked.
“You have dance managers, right?” she asked as she wandered around. “Why aren’t they doing this?”
“I actually only have one manager, and she has a class right now. Besides, you know how I am. I like things just so,” I reminded her as I finished with the uniforms. “These were laundered and thrown on the floor in a pile.”