Part II
My head was pounding when my phone went off and woke me up. It was to bright and early and- fuck- too loud for this shit!
I scrambled to find my phone before it went to voicemail. The ringing was coming from my jeans, which were in a pile with my boxers for some reason on the floor.
And then- it hit me.
I fucked my daughter's first grade teacher last night.
No wonder why I felt so good. Ms. Cullen- Nessie- was smart, nice, beautiful, and if my drunk memory serves me correctly, amazing in bed. I dropped all thoughts of my phone and turned back to the bed with every intention of spooning her, maybe fucking her again, and asking her out on a real date.
But, much to my disappointment, there was no hot teacher sleeping naked in my bed. Simply twisted sheets and a pillow with an indent in it.
Mother fuck. She left…
I spent the rest of my weekend being pissed off. The guys at the shop were getting pissed at me and just wanted me gone by Monday morning.
After nursing my wicked hangover Sunday, I got really fucking pissed at Ms. Cullen. She was my impressionable daughter's teacher! Who the fuck was she to go out and get wasted and have a one night stand? Her job was to mold the world's future leaders! Leaders shouldn't have one night stands!
And I kind of took it personally, too. I didn't want a one night stand. But apparently she did. She was probably just looking for an hour long distraction from her pretty boy, cheating, boyfriend. I mean… She just… used me.
But I didn't give up that easily. If she wanted it to be a one night thing, I'd make her say it to my face. None of this pussy, leaving before I woke up shit. No, no, no! She was going to have to tell me. Out loud.
I was sufficiently calmed down by the time Sarah got home Monday afternoon. I went for a long run after taking apart a few engines, so I was ok.
"Daddy!"
"Hey Sweetie!" I said, picking her up.
Rachel and Rebecca stumbled into my apartment with Sarah's bags. "Hey Jake."
I was happy to have my princess back. "Hey Rach, Becky. How'd it go?" I asked, looking at the huge grin on my daughter's face.
"Oh, she was an angel." Becky said, smiling.
"She was great. I really have to use your bathroom." Rachel said, heading down the hall.
"Me first! Me first! Me first!" Sarah yelled, wiggling her way out of my arms and racing passed Rachel for the bathroom.
"Fine!" she yelled back, "Jake, I'm using your bathroom, then." She said hurrying off.
"So, really, Becks, how was she?"
My sister shrugged. "Oh, you know how Sarah is, a little hyperactive and she does not like to be told what to do. But she was good. There were no problems, she just tired us out, even Nick, Lilah, and Will." She said, referring to Rachel's sons and her daughter.
Sarah came out of the bathroom a second later and hugged my leg. "I missed you daddy! But Aunt Rachel and Aunt Rebecca and me got you something in Disneyland!"
I chuckled. "Did you, now? Please tell me it's a stuffed animal! This house is defiantly lacking stuffed animals!" I didn't think she got my sarcasm.
"No!" she shrieked. "It's a hat! I got Ms. Cullen one too!" Becky produced two matching micky mouse hats from Sarah's bag. One said Dad, one said Ms. Cullen.
I forced out a smile. "Great! I'm sure Ms. Cullen will love it!" I really hoped I kept the anger out of my voice.
Rebecca shot me a questioning look before Rachel came out of my room. "Hey, Sarah, grown-up talk now! How about you go put all of your dirty clothes in your hamper and hang up your new ones."
Sarah scampered off with a smiled and her bags in hand. "Grown-up talk, Rach?" I asked with a smile.
She did not look amused. "Yes, Jacob Ephraim Black. Grown-up talk. Or would you like to explain why there is a used condom in your bathroom in front of your daughter?"
Rebecca's jaw dropped. "Jake!"
"Jesus Christ, Rach! Why the hell are you looking in my trash?"
"I wasn't looking, Jake. I needed to throw something away and it was just sitting on top. What would you have done if Sarah saw it?"
There was nothing I could say.
My sisters shared their scary twin look and sighed together. "Jacob," Rachel started, "We were under the impression that all of your hook ups stopped over a year ago."
"They-"
"Sarah cant have any more mother figures in her life leave her. If you bring a girl home-"
"I know!" I yelled, cutting off Rebecca. "I know that. Sarah wasn't in the house, she wasn't even in the state! I- You know… I'm committed to having Sarah! I really am. But… I have…needs." God. Kill me now.
"Well I hope the condom worked this time." Rachel said in a snippy tone before she and Rebecca called their good-byes to Sarah.
They never failed to put me in a bad mood…
Sarah and I talked about her trip for the rest of the night and she fell asleep early on the couch watching iCarly. Once she was asleep, I had no one else to talk to, so my mind wandered to Ms. Cullen. Of course.
Part of me wanted to just go in there pissed as fuck. But I'd have Sarah with me and who knows, maybe she actually had a reason for leaving. But I doubt it. All I know is that I was pissed at her for just assuming I'm a one night kind of a guy. Fuck that.
The next morning, I got Sarah up extra early so Ms. Cullen and I could have a little talk before school. Sarah complained the entire drive to school, which didn't exactly put me in a good mood. Maybe my bad mood had something to do with the fact Sarah demanded I wear my new micky mouse ears hat to drop her off.
How was Ms. Cullen going to take my anger seriously when I was in this ridiculous hat?
"Why are we so early?" Sarah asked me in an annoyed voice when I parked in front of the school. I guess it wasn't exactly early, 7:30. But Sarha and I were usually rushing through the doors at 7:44 and 58 seconds, so, in my book, we were early.
"Well you have to give Ms. Cullen her present." I told her.
Sarah brightened up as she clutched the other hat in her hands. "You and Ms. Cullen match, Daddy!" she seemed absolutely thrilled that her teacher and I would own the same hat…. It was like the little kid version of me being so excited to share bodily fluids with her teacher…
I was pleased to see only a few parents (mostly moms) and kids running around the halls. The hall out side Ms. Cullen's classroom seemed to be pretty empty. I hesitated before we went in. I really shouldn't go in there and get up in her face about this. Just be calm. You catch my flies with honey than with vinegar.
Sarah bolted into the classroom as soon as she saw Ms. Cullen. I slowly slid in after her. Ms. Cullen was standing with her back towards us writing the morning schedule on the chalk board. I couldn't help that my eyes traveled up and down her body a few times. The navy sweater dress she wore hugged her nicely. And I could say that because I knew exactly what she looked like naked. The lace of the tights she wore reminded me of the panties I slid down her legs just a few nights ago…
"Ms. Cullen!" Sarah yelled excitedly.
Nessie- Fuck it, I'm calling her Nessie, I've seen her naked, we're to that point- jumped about two feet into the air and spun around when Sarah shrieked her greeting. "Indoor voice, sweetie." I reminded her.
Nessie's eyes widened when our eyes locked for a split second before she looked away. "Oh. Good morning, Sarah. How was your weekend?" She kept her eyes focused on Sarah, but I saw that adorable blush creep into her cheeks. Wait! I'm supposed to be mad at her.
"Disney is the best place on earth! I saw so many people and animals and rides and fun things! My cousins and I went to the beach and we buried Uncle Paul in the sand when he took a nap!"
"That sounds like so much fun! What was your favorite thing?" Nessie asked her.
"Ummmmm…. The Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage!" Sarah answered.
"And what's that?" Nessie asked, casually glancing at the clock, still ignoring me.
My jaw clenched. First she ditches me in bed, and now she's just pretending I don't exist? And her little clock glance made me think she was just going to keep asking Sarah questions until school started and she could kick me out.
"I got you this in Disneyland!" Sarah declared after a detailed explanation of her favorite ride. "My Daddy has one too! I got it for him at the same place!"
Sarah handed Ms. Cullen her hat and pointed to me. Nessie smiled weakly. "Oh, thank you, Sarah." Nessie looked at me for a second and grew even redder. Apparently I didn't look very friendly…
"Sweetie, go hang up your backpack."
Nessie's eyes flooded with panic at the thought of being alone in a room with me. Fantastic….
Sarah grabbed her backpack and went out into the hall. I made sure she was out of hearing range before speaking. But when I turned back, Nessie was halfway across the room. Too bad she was teetering around on heels and my legs were twice as long as hers, I caught up with her in a second. "Nessie-"
"I can't." she said, spinning around to face me.
"What-"
"Please don't."
"You can't-"
"Daddy!"
Fuck.
"What?" I asked, my exasperation for her teacher coming through.
"Hazel and her mommy are here, can she come over after school and play?"
I sighed knowing that this conversation would have to wait. Hazel and her mom, Mallory, came into the classroom. "Sorry, Sweetie. Not today. Maybe sometime next week."
More kids and parents trickled into the classroom while Sarah made me set up a playdate with Hazel. Nessie looked fucking relived, which kind of pissed me off a little more. I knew I had missed my opportunity to talk with her when almost every kids in her class was milling about the classroom.
Nessie carried on like she didn't fuck me over the weekend and continued helping some boy set up the calendar.
"Bye, Daddy." Sarah effectively dismissed me when she noticed I was the only parent still in the room.
Fuck. I missed my chance… I hugged Sarah good bye and headed to work.
The guys in the shop just avoided me from the start. Apparently I had that 'get the fuck out of my way and leave me alone' look on my face. I worked fast and efficiently, but, unfortunately, it was only busy work. My mind wandered all over the fucking place.
Nessie's cowardly behavior today just solidified my anger.
Maybe it was best to just pretend it never happened. That obviously what she wanted. Who gives a fuck if I felt like shit about it. She's not worth my time if she just goes out and fucks dudes for one night before leaving.
Fuck. No. She's not like that.
Goddamn it! Why does she have to be so likeable, besides the whole leaving thing?
"Hey, boss?" one of the guys called to me after awhile. "You know what time it is, right?"
"What?" I snapped.
"Its ten after."
"Fine, take a break." I said, thinking he wanted his lunch break 20 minutes early.
"Ten after three. You're usually gone by now. Doesn't Sarah's school end at 2:45?"
"Fuck!"
I sprinted out of there with my coveralls on and oil covering my hands and face.
How the fuck could I lose track of time like that! Fuck! I didn't even take a lunch break. I literally worked for the entire day without stopping.
I got to school within five minutes and leapt out of the car as I tried to wipe the oil off my hands. I nearly took the door off the hinges when I bolted into the main office and down the hallway to Nessie's room.
"Green or blue?"
Nessie and Sarah were standing in front of the classroom's display board when I burst into the room. My heart dropped when I saw that Sarah's eyes were red like she'd been crying. "I thought you forgot about me!" she yelled, running over to me and clutching my legs.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. I got caught up at the shop." I said, picking her up. "I wouldn't leave you here."
Tears were leaking out of her eyes. "You weren't here and I was gonna walk home but Ms. Cullen said no and made me come inside."
I looked over at Nessie, she was still stapling papers to the board, paying us no attention. I did kind of appreciate how her dress lifted a little when she reached up, though, but I didn't dwell on it. "I know. I'm sorry, Sarah. Can you do me a favor and go to the bathroom, get a drink, and pack up all of your stuff nicely? I have to talk to Ms. Cullen for a second." I said it quietly enough so Nessie couldn't hear.
"Promise you wont leave without me?" Sarah questioned.
"Who else am I going to go visit grandpa Billy with after we leave?"
Sarah smiled and kissed my cheek before I set her down and she scampered off.
My eyes moved back to Nessie and I was pissed to find her putting things in her bag and wrapping a scarf around her neck. She thought she was leaving again…
I opened my mouth, but didn't even get a sound out before she spoke, "Picking up your daughter a half an hour late is unacceptable, Mr. Black. If you need the after school care, you have to call ahead."
My jaw clenched. "Really?" I snapped at her.
She looked up at me in surprise, "Yes, I cant babysit-'
"Lets just cut the shit, ok? What possible reason do you have to be pissed at me?"
"This is a school, Mr. Black, language like that shouldn't be used here." She said, still not meeting my eyes as she continued to pack her shit.
"Right, only in the bedroom, huh? And I suppose in the hallway."
She inhaled sharply as soon as the words left my mouth. "Listen, I'm already late. I have to go."
"If all you wanted that night was a quick fuck to help you get over your cheating ex, you should have just said something. I would have made it a lot faster and bought you less drinks had I known you'd drop you panties that easy."
Her jaw dropped and I realized I stepped out of line. "And had I known you take you first weekend off daddy duty and take advantage of my fragile state, I wouldn't have called you a great father."
"Don't bring my daughter into this!" I growled. "She was out of the goddamn state when I fucked you!"
"I have to go."
"Yeah, you're good at that." I said through clenched teeth.
"Good night, Mr. Black." She said, putting her coat on before heading towards the door.
"You were the first girl I've a sex with since finding out about Sarah. I don't do the cheap, one night thing anymore. That's what you made it." I told her quietly after a second of silence. Her eyes flashed with anger when I basically called her a whore…
Sarah skipped to the door and beamed at Nessie. "Bye, Ms. Cullen! I'll see you tomorrow!"
Nessie offered her a tight smile. "Bye Sarah, have a good night. Mr. Black." She barely acknowledged my presence.
After Sarah and I visited my dad's house and took him out for dinner, we headed home. "Are you ok, daddy?"
"I'm fine, Sweetie. Just a little angry at someone." I answered her question as I gave her a bath.
"Ms. Cullen?"
Oh shit. Please tell me she didn't hear any of that! I wasn't exactly proud of the things I said to Nessie. I wouldn't have put it passed her to slap me. I didn't really think she was easy. I was just pissed at myself for thinking I actually had a shot with her.
Then again, she basically told me I was a bad father and implied that I used her. Which was bull shit. Yeah, she might have been drunk. Yeah, I might have bought her a few drinks and laid the charm on pretty thick. Yeah, she was probably hurt over her boyfriend's cheating and was looking for some way to feel better. But… I did make her feel good. And she wasn't shitfaced, just buzzed…
"What makes you think I'm mad is Ms. Cullen?"
"You had grownup talk with her and had your mad face on after." She explained simply.
"No, I'm not mad at Ms. Cullen." Just annoyed. "I'm mad at myself for losing track of time at work and making you think I forgot about you."
"Its ok. Ms. Cullen gave me a snack and I got to color a picture."
Sometimes I wish my life was as simple as hers…
I avoided Ms. Cullen at all costs for the next two weeks. I didn't even step foot into the classroom once. I walked Sarah to her room and said good bye. It was the same for picking her up, I waited right outside the school and Sarah would come running to me. Ms. Cullen simply glanced our way to make sure some random person wasn't stealing my kid.
Sarah noticed. "Daddy, you have to come in and see the pictures I drew they're on the wall in my classroom!" she demanded of me one day before school.
We happened to be somewhat early that day, too. There was really no one here yet. "I don't know, sweetie. Your teacher might be busy…"
"Daddy!" Sarah sounded pretty annoyed with me. "You haven't seen any of my work in forever!"
I sighed. "Alright. Just a few minutes."
And because my luck is fucking nonexistent, Ms. Cullen was in there. On her hands and knees. She was reaching in a cabinet and her motion was making her ass stick out. Nice.
"Hi Ms. Cullen!" Sarah said cheerfully.
Ms. Cullen looked back and smiled. It didn't reach her eyes though. "You're early today, Sarah." She commented, not looking at me.
"I want to show my daddy the pictures of spring we drew."
"Ok. Well you know where they are. I'll be right back." She said in a rush, obviously avoiding me, as she headed for the door.
"Sorry to inconvenience you." I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.
I could just see her brown eyes roll as she walked passed me.
Huh. Maybe fucking a fresh out of college girl wasn't too bright. Ms. Cullen was being pretty immature about this whole clusterfuck of a situation.
Sarah showed me her artwork. Ms. Cullen didn't come back in the room until other parents were there as buffers. But I wasn't as pissed this time. Whatever. She wasn't worth my time if she was so childish.
"Oh! Jacob!" Hazel's mom Mallory approached me as I was heading out of the classroom.
"Hey Mallory." I greeted her politely. Mallory was awesome, really. She and her husband, Tom were really helpful. They didn't know the entire situation, but they knew I was freaked out about being a dad most of the time and reassured me when I had no fucking clue what I was doing. Mallory got me though Valentine's Day, which I found out the day before from a sobbing Sarah that you had to buy shit and write kid's names on them and stuff. Who knew?
Mallory had a smile on her face that honestly made me a little nervous. "So my sister is coming into town this weekend."
"Umm. Cool. Do you want me to watch Hazel or something?" I asked.
She laughed. "No, no, no! In fact, why don't I take Sarah Saturday night? This is Monica's first time in Seattle and I'm sure she'd like to see the city from someone other than me, and, of course, you've lived here longer than I have."
Ohhhh…. Ehh.
I chuckled. "Uh. Thanks. But I'm not really looking to date." I said. I was anxious to get out of there. It was almost time for school to start, so Ms. Cullen would be coming back soon and I'm not that great at holding back sarcastic comments if they come to mind… So it would just be best if I got out of there.
Fucking luck… Ms. Cullen was walking towards the room with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Jake." Mallory began in her mom voice, "Sarah is a great girl and she wouldn't mind if you got back out there."
"No. Really, I-"
"Ms. Cullen whats your opinion?"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckidy fuck fuck! Why the hell did she have to bring Ms. Cullen into it! Shit!
Ms. Cullen looked like a deer in headlights. "Um. O-on what?" she didn't look at me.
"Sarah wouldn't be hurt by Jacob getting back in the dating game, right?" Mallory was unaware of the fucking land-mine she stepped on.
Ms. Cullen's jaw dropped slightly. "Ummm….I- I cant- I don't- Umm… Its not really-"
Hah. My lips unintentionally twitched into a smile. "Oh, Come on, Ms. Cullen. I'm interested in your opinion. Think dating is better? I mean, one night things are for college kids and whores, right?" I can really be an asshole if I wanted to be…
But, really, she kind of deserved it…
Ms. Cullen's jaw clenched. "I would just suggest being responsible and always putting your daughter first."
Ms. Cullen walked away without another word.
"See!" Mallory grinned, thankfully unaware, "Let me give you Monica's number."
"No, no! Really, Mallory. Sarah might be fine with me dating, but I'm not. And besides, you probably want don't want your sister to end up with a grease monkey." I tossed her a grin before leaving. I was relieved that she didn't look upset.
So with no dates in the near future, or any action for that matter, life went on as normal. Except for the tense relationship Ms. Cullen and I now shared. Whenever we were forced in the same room, she got all cold and pretended like I wasn't there, and I got…irritated.
I held back all of my comments for the sake of her job, I honestly didn't want her to get fired over this shit. She was really a good teacher and Sarah loved her, which I was thankful for. I would have felt awful if Ms. Cullen got irrationally pissed at Sarah just because we drunkenly slept together. But that wasn't the case. Ms. Cullen always greeted Sarah with a smile on her face. Me? Not so much. But she was nice to Sarah.
One thing I hated was the fact that every time I had to relieve some tension, Ms. Cullen was the only image my dirty mind could conjure up. Fuck, I even tried jacking off to porn, but then I found myself sorting though it for girls with curly reddish hair and brown eyes… I ended up just opting for a shower and my memories of Ms. Cullen on her knees…
No matter how immature she was, I couldn't deny that I was attracted to her. She was hot.
But I cared. And I really tried not to. She obviously didn't want anything to do with me judging from her standoffish behavior the past few weeks. But I wanted her. So bad, goddamn it.
I tried to be mad at her. I tried to hate her, to call her a bitch, everything. But every time I saw her smile at something some kid said or did, I couldn't help but think about how much I liked her.
I guess I was more hurt by her outright refusal to give me a chance. And when I thought about it, I couldn't really blame her for high-tailing it out of my bed. I was a mechanic. A single-dad, mechanic that spent his free time doing laundry and watching iCarly. What a winner. Ms. Cullen deserved someone better. Someone who didn't already devote his life to a girl. Given that girl was six and wouldn't really want to hang out with me forever…but Sarah was number one in my life and nothing is ever going to change that.
Still didn't stop me from getting my rocks off at her memory…
As much as I tried to deny it, I had feelings for her. Nessie was smart, fun, kind, and drop dead gorgeous. I'd be crazy if I didn't want her.
I was just so conflicted. I wanted her, I thought she was amazing, but I was still angry with her that she won't even talk to me about it. I mean… every time we were remotely close, it was really awkward.
So I basically lived for the weekends. No Ms. Cullen, no tension. That is, except, for the wonderful Saturday evening Sarah and I ran into her…
Sarah and I usually did grocery shopping on Sundays, and we were usually out of food by Saturday, so after Sarah pestered me a little bit, I agreed to going out for dinner. We ended up at Olive Garden because I fucking lived for those breadsticks.
"How many?" The maître d asked, blinking her eyes way to much. I barely kept from rolling my eyes. Why did girls think rapidly blinking was attractive?
I nudged Sarah closer to me and smiled. "Just me and my daughter." If you told 'em you had a kid, they'd stop the flirting real fast.
Unless…. "Aw! You look to be about my son's age, cutie." She said, smiling flirtatiously at me.
But I had Sarah trained for this sort of thing, I didn't even have to nudge her before she spoke up. "I'm hungry!"
Another waitress, this one was single, too, judging from her smile and blinking, came around and lead us to our table. My stomach was growling, so I really wasn't paying any attention to anything else. Sarah was, though, and shrieked with glee at what she saw. "Ms. Cullen! Ms. Cullen!"
My eyes automatically searched for her. When I finally did see her sitting at a table near the window, I did not like what I saw. The cheating ex was there with her.
What. The. Fuck?
Ms. Cullen's eyes met mine before she looked at Sarah. She looked guilty… But she looked away fast. I guess I didn't look very friendly.
"Hi Sarah." Ms. Cullen greeted. Her cheeks were bright red. She knew I knew what he did to her. And I'm willing to bet she knew I was pissed and confused. Why the fuck is she here with him? If a guy cheats on you for six months, he's obviously doesn't give a shit about you. She deserved better.
The Ex smiled at me politely. Ok, then. He doesn't know I fucked his ex girlfriend. I tried to smile back, but I know it turned out as a smirk.
"I didn't know teachers ate at restaurants!" Sarah said.
Ms. Cullen smiled uncomfortably. "Of course teachers go to restaurants, silly!"
"Excuse me, sir? Here's your table." The waitress said, gesturing to the empty table across from Ms. Cullen's.
The cheating Ex didn't look very happy that Ms. Cullen's student was going to be sitting right next to them. I suppose he was trying to explain the whole cheating thing and probably didn't want Sarah, or me, to overhear anything.
I considered taking the table. It would no doubt piss off the cheating Ex and make Ms. Cullen really uncomfortable. But then I thought better of it. I really didn't know if I could control myself if he conned his way into her panties again.
"Uhh… Is there anywhere else?" I asked the waitress quietly.
The Ex tossed me a grateful smile, cocky even. Fucker. Ms. Cullen didn't say anything. Not even a thank you when the waitress lead Sarah and me away. I couldn't concentrate on my food. I barely noticed when the breadsticks came. I just watched them.
It was creepy, yeah, but I was on the other side of the room now, so that made it kind of ok. But…Anyway… I was pleased to see it wasn't going so well. He talked, she shook her head and muttered something and then it was repeated. That asshole even made her cry. They were done first and left. Together unfortunately. But I didn't think he got her back, they both looked pretty pissed as they left.
Sarah and I finished up and I paid quickly, making sure to leave the napkin with our waitress's number on it behind. She wouldn't be getting a call.
"Daddy can we go get ice-cream?" Sarah asked me in her adorable voice while giving me puppy eyes.
How could I say no? "Sure, sweetie. Where do you want to go?"
Instead of answering her favorite, Baskin Robbins, she turned to me with confusion and pointed into the parking lot. "That's your truck!"
I looked over to where she was pointing and sure enough, Wolf Motor's tow truck was there. "Yeah. Lets go see what's up, sweetie." Depending on who was towing today, they were absolutely useless at diagnosing problems, and if it was just something small, I'd fix it fast.
"QUILY!" Sarah screeched as Quil, dressed in coveralls, came around the side of the truck.
He looked startled for a second before grinning at my daughter. "Hey there, squirt! Boss!" he greeted both of us.
"Hey Quil. What's goin' on?" I asked, eyes raking over the cars. If I had to bet, I'd say the rusting old bronco was dead.
He shrugged. "This sweet little Audi Coupe wont start." He took a step closer. "But the girl driving it is even sweeter. You should get her number." He told me with a wink and a grin.
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."
A barely got the words out of my mouth when Sarah gasped. "Ms. Cullen is this your car!?"
Why do the gods keep smashing her and me together? Was I a serial killer in a past life?
Ms. Cullen had just gotten out of her car with a bunch of papers in her hands. She had an adorably confused look on her face. "Umm. Yeah. It- It wont start, though."
Sarah smiled widely. "Its ok! My daddy can fix it! That's his truck for his garage and that's his Quily!" I didn't worry about the last part of her sentence. Ms. Cullen was well aware of my preference for women.
Ms. Cullen's eyes went wide. "Oh. I- I didn't know…it was yours."
"I guess not." I replied.
She knew I was inside. She knew a mechanic was just inside the restaurant and yet she opted to call someone else. And I'm willing to bet that if she'd known Wolf Motors was mine, she would have called someone, anyone, else.
"You know each other?" Quil asked skeptically.
"This is Sarah's teacher, Ms. Cullen." I introduced, only because Quil would pester the shit out of me and her to know how we know each other. Like I said, I didn't tell anyone slept with her. Embry and Jared didn't get a good look at her that night and I never told them.
"Well…" Quil was plotting something. "Since you know her and cars a lot better than I do, why don't you two go ahead and carpool back to the garage. I'll take Sarah, Jake. Claire's been asking about her anyway."
Ms. Cullen was to nice to say anything. That, or she was to scared of raising suspicion in front of Sarah. But I knew she would rather walk over hot coals than be alone with me, I stepped in. "I actually promised Sarah I'd take her out for ice cream so-"
"Great! I love ice cream!" Quil grinned, snatching the keys to my Silverado right out of my hands before I could do anything. He put the keys to the tow truck in my hands. "Com'n, squirt." Sarah followed him with a smile. "Just call me when you want me to drop her off! Or if." He said to me in a low voice.
"Quil, give me my keys and kid back!" I called after him. But he had already picked Sarah up and was sprinting to my car. Shit. Now I had no choice but to give her a ride and fix her car. "Uhh…I'll just…take a look." I muttered, walking around to the front of her car. After examining the car for a few, awkward, silent minutes, I concluded her spark plugs were to shit. The worst thing was that I happened to know I could fix it with in a few minutes at my shop. There was no point in her calling a cab and going home just for me to drop it off ten minutes later.
"Um. Well, I can fix it." I told her. "But what I need is at the shop and it actually looks like you need an oil change pretty badly."I said honestly.
"Ok. I can call a cab." She said, pulling her cell phone out.
"Don't bother. It'll take me 20 minutes and then you can drive it home yourself."I started to hook her car up to the truck.
"No, its ok." She said quickly.
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. Her cheeks were pink again and she was refusing to meet my eyes. "I'm not gonna force you to or anything, but it'd be easier for you and me if you just came with."
"Ok." She muttered.
"Thanks." I got her car all hooked up to the truck in a few minutes. "Alright. Ready?"
"Mm-hum." She nodded. I made sure everything was secure one last time before hopping in myself, but I stopped when I realized the tow was higher up than your average truck, and she was pretty short. Ms. Cullen was trying to hoist herself up and it wasn't going so well.
"Need a hand?" I chuckled. It was pretty funny.
She blushed again. "Umm…"
"I don't think you're gonna get up there with out one."
"Probably not."
I took a step closer to her and cocked an eyebrow, silently asking her permission to help her. She looked at the truck and sighed softly before slightly nodding her head. I gripped her hips and lifted her feather light frame to the seat. "Thanks."
I nodded in reply and shut the door before heading to the driver's side.
Once we were securely on the road and there was no chance of her jumping out, I made an attempt at conversation. "So how was the date?"
Her head snapped to look at me. I casually kept driving like I didn't just ask that question. "It wasn't a date." She said defensively.
"The Ex asks you out for dinner, it's a date." I insisted.
"He's just that. Ex. And he'll stay that way forever."
"That's not what he thinks." I commented.
"You don't know him. Or me."
"Well that's not my fault. You were the one who left."
"Please just don't." she begged quietly.
"No, I'm curious, you go out for a nice dinner with your cheating ex, but wont spare one second to give me an explanation?"
"I- I don't- I don't have one." She said quietly.
"Fine. We're here anyway." I said, pulling into the shop. I saw Colin and Brady scramble around when they saw it was me in the truck and not Quil like they thought. Whatever, it was like thirty minutes until we closed anyway, I didn't care that they weren't doing anything.
I hopped out of the truck and started to unhook her car from the back so I could change the oil. Colin and Brady came over to help. "Hey, boss. Where's Quil?"
I shrugged. "Sarah and I were out to dinner and she pointed the truck out to me. So he has her and I get the work, the bastard."
"Who's she?" Brady asked in an awed voice. "Damn."
Oh, fuck! Nessie probably couldn't get out. "Get it in and then you two can leave." I told them. They seemed pretty excited they could start their Saturday night at 6:30, so they dropped all questions about Nessie and started on the car.
I got to the truck just in time. She jumping down on the gravel and those fucking pebbles can roll out from right under you sometimes, which, of course, they did. I grabbed her hips and thankfully kept her upright. "Whoa. You ok?"
"Yeah. Thanks." She breathed.
I motioned for her to follow me to the waiting room. There was still some shitty coffee left and some month old magazines in there. She'd have plenty to do…. "I should be done in about 20 minutes. Sorry there's not much in here."
"No. Its ok." She offered me a small smile.
True to my word, I changed her oil and fixed her sparkplugs in 20 minutes. Hah. 32 wasn't too old to laugh at innuendos, right? Because that entire thing sounded like a quickie.
Ms. Cullen was flipping through a gossip magazine when I came back in. "You're all set."
"Wow. That was fast."
"Yeah, your sparkplugs just weren't working properly. It was an easy fix."
"Oh. Ok. Good." Then she offered her credit card to me.
I had three choices. One, be an asshole and overcharge her because revenge was awesome. Two, simply charge her for the tow and all the work. Or three, be a man who wants the pretty girl and be chivalrous.
"Don't worry about it. Its on the house."
"No. Mr. Black, really, I mean you had to tow it and fix it and everything."
"Jacob." I corrected her instantly, "And consider it an apology."
"For what? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I said some things I shouldn't have. And I didn't mean." I told her honestly. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head. "Mr. Bl-"
"Jacob."
She sighed. "Jacob, I deserved-"
"No!" I stepped towards her. "You didn't. I- I don't thinking things through sometimes. And I'm sorry for it. I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did."
I became aware of just how close I had gotten to her when I noticed her breathing pick up. "Jake…"
She wanted me. I could see it written all over her face. Even the smallest things supported it. Her pupils dilated, her chin tilted up slightly, and her tongue poked out to moisten her pink lips.
I was a corny, some-what romantic mother fucker and tucked a stray curl behind her ear before leaning down to press my lips against hers without a second thought. I wanted it, she wanted it. There was no problem.
Her lips moved against mine willingly and Nessie automatically stepped closer to me. I wanted her even closer, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her flush against me. It was a little more difficult this time, though, she wasn't wearing heels, so I had to bend down a lot. But I enjoyed the feeling of her lips and tongue nonetheless.
My tongue had just found its way inside her mouth when she jerked back suddenly. Her wide, chocolate brown eyes snapped up to mine as emotion after emotion flickered through them. But mostly she just looked surprised. "Umm… I have to go." She breathed after a few seconds.
Before I had the chance to say anything, Nessie was sprinting for her car. She still had her keys, I didn't need them. I ran after her. "Nessie, what-"
"I'm really sorry." she squeaked out, whipping around to face me as she opened her door. Her eyes were welling with tears.
What the fuck was going on?! "Don't be sor- Are you- Don't cry! I'm sorry, Nessie. I shouldn't have-"
"You didn't do anything wrong!" Tears slid down her cheeks and I had no fucking idea why. Did I scare her or something?
"Well-"
"Please? I- I have to go. I can't do this." She cried, getting in the car and slamming the door shut.
What the fuck just happened? Nessie made it quite clear that she didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't want to push her when she was already crying, so I opened the garage door so she could speed out.
I closed up the shop and had Quil come get me in my truck since his car was here. We traded, he got his car, I got my truck and Sarah and headed home. "Did you help Ms. Cullen's car, daddy?"
"Yeah, sweetie. Its up and running again."
Sarah frowned at me. "Do you like Ms. Cullen?"
I thought kids were supposed to be unobservant… "Umm… Yeah. Ms. Cullen's a good teacher."
Sarah sighed. "Nooooo. Like do you like her like her."
How do I answer that? If I say no, I'd be lying. If said yes… well, Sarah wouldn't hesitate to tell everyone she knew that I had a crush on her teacher.
Apparently I stayed silent much to long for Sarah's liking. "You looked at her with an angry face when we saw her at Olive Garden, but when you helped her with her car you had a silly look on you face like Uncle Paul always does."
My sister had Paul's balls in her trophy case and he couldn't be happier about it. That's how whipped he was.
"Ms. Cullen's a good teacher, Sarah." I said in a way that signaled the conversation was over.
When ever I had girl trouble, I talked to my sisters. Meaning, when I was 16 and had a crush on a girl out of my reach, I talked to my sisters. Their advice ultimately failed and then I decided quick rolls in the hay were better. But, if I ever chose to have a girlfriend, I would have talked to them.
But I couldn't. I couldn't have them finding out it was my daughter's teacher I banged and now want. They'd flip their shit and get her fired. Maybe not fired, but they'd lookdown upon her. So I had no idea what to do.
So on Monday, I just decided to feel it out a little bit. See what she was like. I wasn't going to go in there pissed off like last time. I was just going to feel it out.
Nessie was going around putting papers on each desk. How she wore heels all day, I'll never know, but she looked hot. "Mornin'" I greeted when Sarah and I came in.
"Good Morning."
I took it as a bad sign she didn't look at me and her cheeks turned pink. Ok then. She wasn't willing to talk about it today. There really wasn't anything else to say. I wasn't gonna get pissed again and force her to talk about it. Whatever. I'd let it go. For today. I kissed Sarah good bye and told her to behave before leaving.
That entire day at work I thought about what to do. That, and I watched the clock to make sure I wasn't late picking her up again.
I wasn't giving up on her. She wanted me, I wanted her. There was just something holding her back. I didn't know what, and I had every intention of finding out. But not in a pushy way. Like the old saying goes, I'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
Tuesday morning I made sure to get Sarah up extra early so her and I could make a stop before school and still get there early. She was confused when we stopped at a Starbucks, but she didn't question me when she got her hot chocolate in her hands. When Sarah and I ran into Nessie at Starbucks that one time, I noticed her drink of choice was written on her cup. So I made a mental note, Chai Tea Latte.
Sarah and I strolled in with matching grins sipping our hot chocolate. Nessie looked a little bewildered when I held a grande chai out to her. "Mornin', Ms. Cullen."
"Umm… Good morning?" it sounded more like a question than a greeting.
"We got you coffee, Ms. Cullen!" Sarah said, bouncing with delight.
"Um. Th-thank you. What for?" she asked cautiously.
"'Cuz you're the best teacher ever." I replied with a grin, offering her the drink again.
She looked at me like I was crazy before taking the drink. "Chai?" she questioned with an eye brow quirk.
I shrugged. "Just seemed like the type."
She bit her lip. She fucking bit her lip. Ughh. "Um. Yeah. Thank you."
I grinned at her again, "Anytime." I said before helping Sarah organize her stuff for the day. Nessie was still sitting at her desk looking a little shocked. But she was definitely drinking her chai. A few more kids came in and Sarah went off to play with them. I went up to Nessie's desk again. "Have a nice day, Ms. Cullen." I made my voice sound low and tossed her a grin as I walked away. Her eyes widened.
Success.
I brought her coffee everyday that week. And everyday she seemed a little surprised, but accepted it. Every day I acted like we didn't have sex and we didn't kiss in my waiting room. I was simply a nice guy, bringing her coffee, smiling politely, and telling her to have a good day.
On Friday, I stepped up my game and had Olive Garden cater a lunch for the teachers. I couldn't just send it in for her, it would raise a few red flags. She walked Sarah over to my truck after school. "Thank you for lunch. Everyone enjoyed it." And then I got a genuine smile out of her.
I smiled. "No problem."
So for the next two weeks, I carried on the same way. I brought her coffee, sometimes a muffin, and was a nice guy. She wasn't so terribly awkward around me anymore. She would give me a genuine smile and thank me.
Sarah and I strolled into the room the Friday before spring break like usual and I handed Nessie her chai. She smiled. "You know bring me coffee everyday wont get out of homework, Miss Sarah."
I chuckled. "It was worth a try, right, Sarah?"
She giggled and went to put her backpack away. "Well, have a nice day, Ms. Cullen."
I was walking away when she stopped me. "Jacob!" Hah. She used my name. I turned around with a pleasant smile on my face. "You really don't have to buy me coffee every day."
I shrugged. "Sarah wouldn't let me stop even if I wanted to, she gets hot chocolate this way."
She bit her lip and smile again. Fuck. She clearly didn't know what her lip biting did to me. "Thank you."
"No problem."
Spring Break was good. I took the entire week off and Sarah and I went to La Push to visit her old friends. Most of my friends were in Seattle now, but I managed to find a few guys to hang out with while Sarah was with her friends. Seth came for most of the week, too. So I hung out with some of his friends. It was a good week, but I was ready to go home.
And by that I mean I was ready to see Nessie again.
Even if her and I weren't what I wanted us to be, I still liked to be around her. So I kept bringing her coffee and she kept just thanking me for it. Nothing else was really said. Nessie still didn't want to even remotely bring up what happened between us, she made our conversations quick and impersonal, but I wasn't giving up.
My plan was to keep being a nice guy, charm her a little bit and ask her out as soon as school was over. I was pretty sure that was the only thing holding her back. It was May now, finally. So there was only like one more month.
It was Sarah's La Push friend's birthday party this weekend, and Seth was taking her for the weekend. Since the party was on Friday night, I agreed to let Seth take her early, so she wasn't going to school tomorrow.
I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing Ms. Cullen at all, but then I realized I had the perfect excuse to go in after school. I hadn't fully agreed to letting her off school until Thursday night, I needed to pick up her homework and papers and stuff.
I skipped out on work early and picked her up and iced chai. I got there late enough so no other parents were there, but her Audi Coupe was still in the parking lot.
Dear god did I love warm weather… Nessie was in a cute little skirt and short sleeved blouse. To bad it was school appropriate… I knocked on her classroom door and she spun around in surprise. "Um. H-hi." She said, confused as to why I was there when my kid wasn't even at school today.
I gestured to the drink in my hand. "I didn't get you one this morning, so I figured I'd bring you one now."
"Oh. Um. Thank you."
After I got over being pissed at her, I went back to finding everything she did either sexy, or adorable. Her awkwardness in this situation was the latter. I smiled and handed it to her. "I also came to see if Sarah had any homework or papers."
She bit her lip (filed under sexy). "Its first grade, they would all hate me if I gave them homework over the weekend."
I chuckled. "Any papers I need then?"
Nessie's heels clicked their way over to her desk and pulled out a stack of papers. "Here you go."
I glanced at the one on top. It was a light pink invitation to a mother's day brunch at school on Monday morning. "Uhhh…." I held the sheet of paper up.
Once she saw it, her face flooded with panic and she slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! It- Its something the school does and I didn't even think- I'm sorry!"
Adorable.
"No, no, its ok. She can bring one of her aunts or something, right?" I asked.
"Yeah! Of course she can. Or if your mom or Sarah's mother's mom wants to-"
She stopped talking when I shook my head. "Hum. I guess her female influence in life is lacking."
She looked panicked again. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I keep putting my foot in my mouth!"
I chuckled. "Don't freak out. Its fine. One of my sisters will come."
"Ok. Yeah. That should be fine." She said, cheeks turning pink (filed under adorable). "Thanks for the coffee. You really don't-"
"Its part of my apology for being such an asshole."
I instantly regretted bringing any of that up once her face fell. "You weren't." she said instantly.
"I was. And I'm really sorry for it."
She shook her head and blinked a bunch of times, but it wasn't the flirty blinking I always see, she was trying to blink away tears. Fuck. I'm such an asshole. I should have just left it alone. "Don't- Don't cry. I'm sorry."
She shook her head. "No. It- Its not you. I'm the idiot."
"Nessie-"
"I mean you're so sweet to me all the time. Bringing me coffee, fixing my car, not constantly bringing it up… Even when I'm… when I'm such a bitch to you."
"You're not-"
"Can I just be straight with you?" she asked me suddenly, meeting my eyes.
That would be refreshing… "Yeah."
"I like you."
Fuck yeah. I knew it.
"Then why'd you run. Twice?" I asked.
She sighed. "I- I didn't want you to be the rebound guy."
Ohhh. In her own weird way, she was doing it for me, not for her.
"Its been a few weeks since you broke it off." Was my only reply. I couldn't be considered rebound after like, three months. And even if I was, who the fuck cares. How long after she broke up with her cheating ex would effect whether or not her and I worked out.
The words had barely left my mouth before I leaned down and kissed her again. I really didn't know if she'd pull back. I hoped she didn't. But I just couldn't resist kissing her again after she said she liked me. I didn't want to push her at all, especially since she seemed hesitant to kiss me, so I was the one who pulled back after a few seconds.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and looked like she had something to say. I waited patiently while she opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Umm…"
"Don't run again." I said, smiling a little.
She laughed nervously. "No. I wasn't planning on it. I just- I work here and- and doing things…like that just isn't a good idea. Especially not when your daughter is in my class and-"
"You're over thinking this, Nessie." I told her with a smile.
She bit her lip and smiled shyly. "I tend to do that."
A few seconds of silence ticked by before I spoke. "Listen, I- I don't want to sound to forward, but…why don't you come over tonight. I can make you… well, something from the freezer, but I just think talking, while we're not here would be good before, or, you know, if we…move forward with…anything." God. I sounded like a teenage boy. I'm surprised my voice didn't crack…
"Ok." She nodded.
I grinned. I had a date! "Great. Umm… You know where…?" She nodded. "Ok. Maybe around 6ish?"
"I'll see you then."
Perfect. After saying bye, I raced home to clean my apartment. It might have been a little presumptuous of me, but I changed my sheets anyway. For dinner I decided to impress her with my direction following skills and threw in a pre-made, frozen lasagna and garlic bread.
I got nervous when 6 rolled around and she wasn't here. But, thank god, there was a knock on my door at 6:04. Like the pussy I actually am when it comes to her, I straightened out the collar on my plaid shirt and ran my finger though my hair before opening the door.
She looked perfect dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Well, the tee shirt was v-neck, so there was no way it could look bad. "Hi."
She smiled shyly. "Hi."
"Uhh. Foods almost done. I hope you like Stoffer's. Its kind of my specialty." I told her with a confident grin. I was pretty fucking proud Sarah and I weren't living on ramen noodles and mac'n'cheese.
Nessie smiled. "Yeah."
"Uh. Do you want a drink or anything?" I asked, leading her into the kitchen, "I have…water, milk, juice boxes…beer. Sorry I don't-"
"I'll have a juice box." She replied with a smile.
"Grape or fruit punch?"
Nessie was easy to talk to. The conversation flowed easily and there weren't really any awkward silences. She sheepishly admitted that she told her friends I was a DILF. Even when she was still dating that loser, which made me pretty happy. I learned more about her, she was 22, only child, only grandchild, played soccer in high school. She was funny, smart, adventurous, fun, and lets not forget beautiful.
She seemed a little surprised when I told her I was 10 years her senior. I was flattered when she said she thought I looked in my mid-twenties. 10 years isn't exactly world different. But what got me was she was ten when I was twenty. That just made it seem like we were worlds apart. But Nessie didn't seem bothered with it. She did mention in passing that he dad might have a problem with it.
I might not have been what I wanted for our first date, but I think it went pretty well. We talked over dinner about little things. After awhile, we ended up on my couch. It was pretty innocent at first, but we both just inched over to the point she was straddling me and we were making out. It wasn't my intention to go this far tonight, maybe just a good night kiss, but I wasn't complaining…
Her warm hands worked their way under the hem of my shirt and lightly scratched my muscles. I kissed her harder in hopes her tongue would distract me enough to not jizz in my pants. Nessie tilted her hips forward and I hissed when she rubbed against the obvious bulge in my jeans.
I really didn't have any plans of sleeping with her tonight, but all those thoughts when out the window.
I moved my hands from her legs and moved them to her ass. I felt her smile against my lips and her hands traveled up my torso and her nails lightly raked down again. It was hot and I almost wish it was heard enough to leave marks.
My own hands slipped up her shirt and felt the smooth skin of her back and flat stomach before moving up to more fun bits. As soon as I felt the lace, I knew Nessie was anything but innocent. Maybe I didn't have any intention of fucking her tonight, but she had every intention of fucking me.
Nessie pulled away from my lips and quickly pulled the grey shirt over her head. She had a sexy smirk on her pink, swollen lips and her hair was tousled from when we were making out and I was playing with it. I only met her darkened eyes for a second before my eyes went immediately to her other set of eyes.
The black lace that covered her breasts contrasted wonderfully with her pale, creamy white skin, and I could just make out her rosy pink nipples beneath the lace. Awesome. I could only stare for a second, my need to touch was growing as fast as my dick was.
Nessie giggled when lips, tongue, and teeth were all over her chest. My hands were too big to fit under the thin lace, and it was nice, so I didn't want to rip it. I had to settle for leaving it on.
She took the liberty of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. Nessie ground her hips into mine again and I could take it anymore. I stood up, tossed her over my shoulder like a caveman, and walked to my bedroom with her laughing. "Mine now." I muttered, setting her down in the floor.
She bit her lip and smiled seductively, my dick throbbed. "I wanna be on top this time." She said, wiggling her hips a bit to let her jeans slid down her legs. Her panties matched her bra exactly.
I was only vaguely aware that my mouth was open and I was blatantly staring at her naughty lace covered body. I couldn't get myself to move. I was to busy wondering how the fuck she was real and why the fuck she was wearing that for me. Nessie was easily a ten and yet she was in my apartment trying to seduce me. The mechanic with a seven year old daughter….
Nessie walked over to me, never breaking eye contact I might add (which was sexy as fuck), gripped my low riding jeans, and suggestively tugged me to the bed before pushing them down. I did what she asked like a puppy.
Her adorable smile snapped me out of my paralysis and I grinned back. My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up to my lips, giving her a small peck. "You have no idea what you do to me…" I growled into her ear.
"Mmm-humm." She argued, slipping her hand inside my damn boxers and wrapping her fingers around me. Nessie's lips hit mine right as I groaned. She was a good kisser, her lips were soft and her breath seemed to be minty, even after we had Italian and grape juice boxes.
I laid her back on my bed (made up with fresh, clean sheets) with her legs just dangling off the side. We did a lot that night, but one thing I didn't get to do was taste her. And when I pulled her tiny, lacy, wet panties off her legs, it became my top priority.
When my tongue entered her folds, I defiantly got the reaction I was looking for. Nessie's hips jerked off the bed. "Jacob!"
She was wet. I tried to think back to the dozens of one night stands I had over the years. No one reacted like she did to me. And I suppose it was the same for me too. I didn't just want to fuck her, I wanted to date her.
"Ohhh God!" she moaned, gripping my hair with her fingers.
I loved the sounds she was making while my finger and tongue pleasured her. Her hips kept lifting off the bed accompanied by what could only be described as 'fuck awesome sex noises.'
I had Nessie screaming my name in minutes, hello kitty lunch box be dammed… I pulled my fingers out of her when she stopped panting and released her death grip on my hair. "Fuck…" she sighed. I flashed her a grin and pulled my shirt over my head.
I leaned over her and kissed her. She was the one to slide her tongue into my mouth, the fact that she could taste herself on my tongue made it even hotter. I kissed down her neck and she tossed her head back and moaned.
My fingers wandered down again, and before I could slid them inside, she pushed up on me and sat up. Her hand was resting on my chest when she stood up. "I was serious about wanting to be on top." She said with a smile as she switched our positions and did her best to push me back on the bed.
I kicked off my boxers before stretching out across my bed with my head propped up by few pillows. I wanted to see what she was doing. I cocked and eye brow at Nessie, but she didn't see. Her eyes were on my raging hard on which throbbed painfully when she licked her lips, threw off her bra, and crawled between my legs.
"Shit." I muttered when I felt her lips wrap around my head. Her mouth was hot and wet and perfect. I felt her lick the pre-cum off me before bobbing her head a few times.
She licked from my dick up to my ear. "Condom?"
Oh, right. I reached over and grabbed one from the drawer in my table1, but before I had the chance to put it on, Nessie took it and rolled it on with her mouth. I think she was trying to kill me….
I leaned back and placed my hands on her hips when she straddled me. She teased me by sliding herself over me a few times and grinning an adorable smile while biting her lip. After what seemed like an eternity, she let me slid in until I was balls deep in her.
She let out a satisfied little whimper and braced herself on my chest. My head rolled back when she started to move. Doggy style was my favorite position, but this was pretty fuck-awesome, too. I was so much deeper.
Her hands ran over my shoulders before she lowered herself to my lips. I bit her bottom lip as my mind immediately went to dead kittens. The feeling of her lips on mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her breast pushed against my chest, and her pussy sheathing me was fan-fucking-tastic.
"Uhhh, fuck, Nessie."
Her body grinded into mine as she rode me. I could devote my entire life to making her moan like that 24/7. I gripped her ass and thrust up a few times, eliciting frenzied pants from her. I flicked her clit a few times before she came. "Ooohhh, Jake!"
I gave her a few recovery seconds before flipping her on to her back and burying myself in her once again. "Mmmm, baby. Tell me what you want." I whispered in her ear, slowly pushing in and out of her.
"More." She said breathlessly, pushing her body closer to me.
It only took a few more rapid thrusts before she came again, my release came shortly after hers. I stayed inside her for a few seconds before rolling over onto my back. Unlike last time when she just closed her eyes, Nessie laid her head on my chest and planted a few light kisses on my jaw.
I grabbed a few tissues off my table and cleaned myself off a little bit before wrapping my arm around her. "You're gonna be here when I wake up, right?" I mumbled as I fought to keep my eyes open.
She nodded and cuddled into me.
I woke up in a start when I realized that Nessie wasn't just starring in my X-rated dream, but she was actually between my legs with my morning wood in her mouth. I would have spun her around to 69, but I was honestly still half asleep and about ready to cum. My hands came down and threaded through her hair as she eased my dick down her throat over and over again. "Nessie… shit. Ahh… I'm gonna cum…"
Nessie looked up and slightly nodded her head right before I came with a groan. Morning head… Could she be any more perfect? She licked me clean before laying next to me and smiling shyly. "I, um, I thought that would be better to wake up to than…last time."
"So much better." I said, rolling on top of her.
We didn't get to have lazy morning sex last time, so I was counting on it this time. But after a few solid moments of kissing, Nessie pulled her lips away. "I made you breakfast, I hope you don't mind-"
"Breakfast?" I asked, stunned. Not only did she wake me up with a blowjob, but she made me food?!
A slight blush crept into her cheeks. "Um. Yeah. I didn't go though anything. Just the kitchen."
"No! God, I don't mind at all. What'd you make?" I asked with a grin. Nessie was fucking perfect.
"French toast. I couldn't figure out how to work your coffee maker, though." She answered.
I chuckled and rolled off her. Lazy morning sex dropped down on my priorities list when I smelled food and my stomach growled. "I'll teach you." For future reference...
She stood up and I thought how unfair it was that she looked better in my shirt than I did. I threw some shorts on and lead her into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a big plate of French toast on the island. I quickly started the coffee and grabbed us two plates.
It was good. Nessie could fucking cook. "So… um…"
I didn't particularly like that way she was averting my gaze. "Something wrong?" I asked.
"No." she answered right away. "I just- I don't know- I like you and, I mean, if you want to, I'd like to…get to know you better. But…"
"But?" I prompted.
A blush crept into her cheeks and she finally looked at me and started talking a million words per second. "I know its probably stupid, but theres only three weeks of school left and I don't feel right dating one of my student's fathers. I just- it seems immoral to me and I know its probably no big deal to other parents but I don't want them thinking I do this all the time because this is so not like me, so if you could just…wait for three weeks? I- I mean, I would understand if you didn't-"
I cut her off with a fast kiss. I was probably the one with syrup all over my lips, but it was basically the best kiss ever because it was with her and tasted like breakfast food. But anyway, she closed her mouth as soon as I pulled back. "I'll wait." I said simply before shoveling some delicious breakfast food in.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I don't think anyone would care if we started dating now, but if you would feel better waiting, then yeah. I think you're worth it." I said, grinning at her.
Nessie smiled shyly back. "Thanks."
And, as promised, we ended the school year with nothing but texting (and maybe some sexting). On the last day of school I asked her on a date. She said yes, of course, and on the same day two years later I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we lived happily ever after.
