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Chapter Two
Sam Coulson stole the puck from who he thought was an unworthy opponent at the moment, made a quarter turn with his stick then sped off to the other end where the ice was clear.
Standing in front of him, creating a barricade before the goal post he needed to get to to get a score were not one buy three of his semi- skilled opponents, also former students of his at South Glen High.
Three. Okay. So this was an amateur game, similar to a backyard game of basketball where making a slam dunk was a matter of jumping a few inches if you were six feet tall. But adrenaline pumped through his body nonetheless as though he were one point away from winning the National Hockey Championship.
What could he say, he loved the sport and if he wasn't at home or in the classroom, on the ice was where he belonged.
Not that Josie particularly approved of his obsession with becoming the next Wayne Gretzky, especially when he came home, dragging his bloody knees. But sometimes a guy had to do what a guy had to do.
"Come on Coulson, either score or get off the ice," taunted a player who was almost as veteran to the sport as he was, one of his former students, Jason Way.
Ooh, did Mr. Way make the mistake of challenging Mr. Sam Coulson while he was in his Gretzky rush?
Sam grinned. "You guys sure about this?" he teased back, smirking like a smart ass, a teenager like his practice mates and team mates on the Chicago city hockey team.
"Yeah, hurry it up already!" Guy Perkins, the most inexperienced player boom, sufficing for his lack of skill with his lip, holding his stick so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Very poor technique.
Okay, they'd certainly asked for it. Sam moved his stick against the orange puck then he paused as if to think for half a second before he kicked off on his back skate and slice through the barrier of three men that crumbled as soon as he was five feet from them. Sam gave it the puck a nice smack and it sailed into the net almost too easily.
Tommy, Guy and Jason just stared as their former high school teacher gave them another smirk then pulled his stick off the ice and skated smoothly over to his sports bag, pausing right before he collided into the wall that separate the rink from the empty bleachers.
He carefully placed the stick against the wall then popped the top off his water bottle and took a nice long gulp. Ah! Water, thank god for Water, he thought to himself as the cool liquid trickled down his throat in a refreshing spray.
"So~~~final score~~~10-1," Jason groaned as he skated over to Sam with the other two former seniors of Sam's "Shakespeare "as you like it."
"Hey, you got one point, which is more than I can say for your high school term papers," Sam teased, leaning an elbow against the glass. "And you actually earned this one by yourself."
Guy let out a sarcastic, "ha, ha." He certainly didn't like losing, even more so, not to his high school teacher who was married to the only girl he'd ever really been attracted to.
"Face it Mr. Coulson, you're better than any of us, even with all of us combine you sliced by us like we were a pack of cards," Tommy drawled, rolling his eyes, his voice dripping with jealousy.
"Thanks guys," Mr. Coulson said, floored by their genuine praise.
"Honestly, the U.S team can use you. Why did you go for teaching when you could be the next thing in hockey?" Jason demanded, coming to a halt next to the ruggedy Yale graduate.
"Well~~~I'm not as skilled as I would like to be, but that's not the reason either. I just love literature, the power or words, and in some way I wanted to give something back to the great writers before our time and I thought I could do that by spreading their words, teaching thousands of students about them, and if I'm lucky I'll get them to remember something about Shakespeare, or Charles Dickens or~~~anybody."
Jason, Guy and Tommy exchanged and awkward glance. They thought Sam was a great guy, the coolest high school teacher they'd ever had. (He'd been the head of the prom committee! He had to be) And now that they weren't in high school anymore, they were practically the best of friends, and so they understood it but really preferred he drop the lecture while on the ice and talk about something else.
Anything else.
Heck they'd actually settle for listening about his marital bliss with his wife, their former and coolest classmate ever, Josie and that was saying something since all three guys have been unlucky in love since they'd left their high school sweetheart, who had turned out to be just that, high school sweethearts.
"Oh and I wouldn't' have met Josie if I hadn't been teaching, "Literature," at South Glen High to the class of 1999," Sam added as an after thought, heat creeping into his cheeks, a pleasant smile grew on his face that he didn't bother to hide.
"Oh heaven forbid if that happened," Tommy joked, splattering water over his sweat-drenched spikes. In his opinion Sam being happy came second to a star winning an academy award. He was that freaking happy with the girl.
"Yeah, really," Sam reminded himself. Without Josie, he wouldn't be having the best experience of his life, expecting a baby. Hey, maybe he would have gone to New York and be married to Lara who's last want was probably to have a baby.
"But it you were a big sports star, you could be married to an NFL cheerleader or Miss USA," Jason pointed out, which was his dream.
"First off Jase, does hockey even have cheerleaders?" Guy put in pretty sharply, the way he'd done whenever his friends had teased him about Josie during the spring Josie Geller had been a South Glen High Senior. "And second of all, Sam is happy and who wouldn't be with Josie around?"
"T~thanks," Sam replied, not sure if he meant that in a good way or not. HE had to admit ever since he'd seen Guy and Josie share their slow dance as king and queen of South Glen's prom, he felt very uncomfortable discussing the good of Josie Geller with Guy Perkins.
"Yo! Speaking of Josie, I just realized, isn't today your anniversary?" Tommy demanded as he pulled off his t-shirt, which seemed very foolish since the sweat he'd had was starting to freeze on his body.
Sam stared at his former student with surprise. Here was a guy who only memorized the popular Shakespear lines to woo his sophisticated "sistas" and other than that he never seemed to remember what pages he had to read, or when his assignments were due. Yet somehow, he'd pulled out of his mind the most irrelevant fact to his life, his wedding anniversary.
"Y~yeah, it is~~~I'm surprised you remembered," Sam admitted, admiration clear in his voice. "Especially since you never remembered anything about class except for the fact that you can drink in class."
"Well it's not everyday that an undercover reporter falls in love with the coolest high school teacher and then declares it on a baseball field before the whole school and half of Chicago," Tommy chimed in.
Sam laughed good naturedly. Too true that was. He paused and studied his buddies for a moment and wondered if these kids could be in Ivy League colleges had they actually put forth the effort to try and get in.
"Yo! Speaking of marriage, remember what was even better than that?"
Sam rose an eyebrow in his direction. "No, I'm drawing a blank, I don't think anything tops my wedding." "Or wedding night," he added to himself.
"Man, you stud! You're so freaking devoted!"
"I am," Sam stated confidently.
"Well the bachelor party we threw you, that's got to be a close second," Guy teased, leaning against the wall, his head cocked back. Sam watched as the three friends slapped high -fives.
Yeah. It had been a great party, probably the best one he'd been to since his party days in college. And it not being a typical bachelor party may have added meaning to that fact.
He had one stray thought about that day and found himself remembering the party as though it were just yesterday
(flashback)
"Go on Sam," Josie urged her fiance as they sat together on their bed with Jason, Tommy and Guy standing there before them, all decked out in open shirts and drawstring shorts. Sam had found himself somehow wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and matching drawstring pants, dressed for the party obviously.
"Yeah come on Sam, this is your last night as a free man where you can flirt with more than one girl and not get negative feedback, fullfill your sexual fantasies," Guy boomed, folding his arms, which ruined his balance. The sun hadn't even gone down yet and he already looked like he'd had too much to drink.
"Well excuse me but why would I want to go out there and find a different girl to spend the night with when Josie is all I want?" Sam demanded, as he pulled his wife-to-be closer to him by putting his arm protectively around her. And he felt same himself whenever he was able to hold Josie in his arms.
"Dude, I know Josie is all you want but this is like traditional man!" Tom put in, his eyes clouded with frustration. "I mean they probably had bachelor parties in Shakespeare's time, only back then they didn't have any bikinis."
"Yeah, baby!" Jason rooted and pumped his fist in the air followed by the hooting of his two friends. They were all grinning like chesire cats, practically drooling over the prospect of seeing their girlfriend and other beautiful girls with almost nothing on.
Sam still clung to Josie, his expression becoming stern. He really couldn't believe how immature high school students were. Hadn't they ever heard of the concept of a man in love his whole life with one woman? Or was he one of the only few men left that actually believed in good o'l romance?
"Sam~~~your fiancee is telling you you can go instead of keeping you tied on a leash so you can help her with wedding invitations," Guy chimed in, though how he'd retained that information in his stone state amazed Sam.
"Probably because Kristin, Kirsten and Gibby threw her a party equivalent to the one you have tonight," Tommy drawled, looking almost as drunk as their leader. "Didn't they, Josie?"
Sam gave his fiancee a look. She noticed his beautiful eyes were studying her and she felt very vulnerable and her skin flushed to a nice rosy color. She didn't know what to say. Sam squeezed her shoulder reassuringly to calm her nerves.
"Uh ~~~yeah, I did go, I mean Kirsten, Kristin and Gibby did go through all that trouble to get all those~~~Um, lifeguards at our party."
Life guards? In other words men with no shirts on, with all that beautiful muscle average Joe's craved for? Had he actually allowed her to go that kind of party? If he had, he must have been blinded by her beauty and not listened to any of the words for context. What could he say, he wanted to give Josie the world. Even if it included a room full of lifeguards.
"Um~~~yeah. I~~~I guess it was kind of cool," she replied with a goofy grin that Sam thought was completely adorable. "But I only looked. I didn't touch," she put in quickly which earned her a very pleased smile from Sam who had just been pondering whether he'd have to start building a six pack.
"Uh, right~~~so anyway, the parties a starting and we shouldn't keep the ladies a waiting," Tom put in, slapping his former teacher on the shoulder. Then he was pummeled in turn by the next two guys.
"Hey guys, I never said I'm going to this thing," Sam protested, glaring at them evenly. Thomas put a hand to his forehead in disdain and made to look like he was fainting, having exhausted all his efforts to get Sam to cave.
"Hey Jason, can you go and help Tom out into the hallway? He looks like he needs a cigarette really bad," Guy asked his friend who happily obliged. He hoisted Tom's heavy arm around his medium shoulders.
"You coming, Guy?"
"Yeah. Give me a second. I'll take care of Sam Coulson for ya," he called back, flashing a white grin at Jason who was falling under the Italian man's weight.
Sam didn't like the sound of that and decided clinging onto Josie was his best bet to prevent being dragged to a night of drinking and sluts, and more importantly, away from the only woman he wanted to spend his time with.
"Sam Coulson, dude, you know that I didn't like high school, right?" Guy began, taking a seat in the makeup chair after moving things off of it. He was sure one of them had been Sam's sock.
"Would you be referring to the academic portion where you turned in, I believe, the final paper, or the social part of which you were king?" Sam drawled, liking the flattery part but wouldn't be swayed. He knew what Guy was going to say next. He'd heard the speech every time he'd had to find some way to pass him.
"Mr. Coulson, seriously, you know me and the guys think you are the coolest high school teacher to ever live."
"Uh~~~yeah, right," Sam replied sarcastically, putting all his attention onto his student as he'd done so many times before.
"And we want you to continue to be cool ya know, and going to this party alone is going to get you up there," Guy beamed, closing his eyes, basking in the warmth only he could feel.
Sam exchanged a look with Josie who was flashing Guy a pretty smile. "It's going to be ruffus, right?"
Guy opened his eyes at exactly that moment and gazed at her with longing in his blue eyes. "Ruffus, exactly," he murmured, his expression filled with wonder. He was always amazed when she said exactly what was going around in his head. A moment that sent handsome Sam into jealousy mode, like he'd experienced full-fledged when Guy and his current fiancee had swayed on the dance floor for their dance as tradition for being named king and queen on prom night.
"Super Ruffus," Guy added, flashing her a genuine grin.
Sam found himself looking at Josie, Guy, then back at Josie again. There was a weary connection there and that bothered him a lot.
"Yeah, so uh~~~If you can convince your upstrung hubby to be that he's not in high school, and that he's going to miss a killer party," Guy concluded and kissed Josie on the cheek as he stood up, then took hold of Sam's hand and gave it a good shake. Sam made sure one of those knuckles popped before he let Guy's hand go. He'd make Guy learn not to kiss his fiancee.
"Oh~~~"he winced as he took his hand back and flexed his fingers.
"Are you okay?" she demanded, then shot Sam an accusatory look.
"Oh yeah, Sam just has a good grip, that's all," Guy shrugged as he reached the door that led to the hallway. "Have a wonderful evening, Josie," he sighed. Seeing them there together stirred a jealousy he hadn't know existed to man, but there was no denying that they looked absolutely perfect together. "Don't take too long, Sam. Tommy's going to go crazier if he doesn't get his alcohol fix soon. You know where it's at, right?"
"Uh yeah, that invitation is laying around here, somewhere," Sam called back then gave him the eyebrow to hint him to get lost.
And Guy did.
He got up, went to the door to make sure it was locked. "Alcohol fix? High school guys, can they be anymore pathetic?" Sam chuckled as he fiddled with the chain on the door. "I mean honestly, they're graduated, they are adults and yet they just look at life as one big party."
He felt a tingle go down his spin when he felt Josie's hands on his shoulders. Then he felt himself grow hard when she traced her finger down his back. He gave a little shiver then turned around and yanked her to his body and kissed her hard, his hands moving feverishly around her as he led her to their bed and laid her down against it.
Josie gently bit his lip and Sam pulled himself a few inches back, and just stared wordlessly into her blue-green irises full of tease. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that," she said suddenly and Sam gave her a look of perplexion. "Of viewing life as one big party. It gives you a rush and keeps things exciting. It makes you feel alive, and," she paused to run her hand through his lightly gelled mane. "And I hope that there's still a little bad boy left in you. I know you're a figure of authority but that's only eight hours a day. Just like I deceive and snitch on people five days out of the week. It's not who I'm marrying, I'm marrying the handsome, beautiful-minded, intelligent, compassionate, fun- loving twenty-seven year old, Sam Coulson." She kissed him between each adjective and Sam began to blush.
"You really want me to go huh?" Sam said with a tired sigh. "You think it's that important?"
"We breathe Shakespeare, Mr. Coulson, and Shakespeare's life was all about being romantic, keeping to the family traditions and a bachelor party is one of them," she explained then added, " and you'll have the chance to live out your most outrageous sexual fantasies."
Sam glanced down at Josie and smirked. "Highly doubtful. Of course unless you will show up to the party." He took one look at Josie's expression and rolled his eyes. "Which you're not, obviously."
"Sorry, I'm not a working girl, not in that sense anyway," she corrected, feeling humiliation from her blunder. "But you should do the whole party thing, you told me you used to drink in college."
"Yeah, well that was the only way to prove that we weren't a bunch of stuffed shirts. And then again, I had nobody to live for in my life. It didn't really matter if I made it the next day or not. Nobody was waiting around for me. Sure, I had friends but they weren't good enough to miss me if I ever overdosed," Sam paused and gave Josie his dreamiest expression. "But now I do, I have someone that I not only have to live for but want to live to see as many days as our creator will give me."
Josie felt a tear spring to her eye. Sam's voice was so poetic and his words were that much more beautiful. She could spend hours just listening to him talk. "Okay, so you don't want to touch any girls or drink till you pass out. T~then why don't you just go to please your friends? I know the hard work, Tommy, Jason and Guy put it to throw you the most ruffus bachelor party imaginable. They do look up to you and as corny as that sounds, they really did want to do something for you. If not for anything else, go so they'll know their hard work was worth it."
Sam tried to think of a protest but nothing would come out, he sat up, joined momentarily by Josie who leaned into his shoulder. "Okay, so say I~~~go. What about you? What are you going to do, because I'm not about to leave you alone in a hotel room five days before our wedding," he harrumphed.
"Oh, don't' worry about that. I've got plenty of food and fics to last me a week. And Besides, this week and all this planning we've done in this month has been so hectic, I'm burnt out. I could use the time to rest," she promised him. She then put a hand to her mouth to cover up her oncoming yawn.
"Y~You sure?' he asked finally to Josie who had pulled herself up to the pillows and curled into a ball.
She nodded, blinking her sleepy eyes.
"Okay, I guess I'm going since my beautiful, talented, perfect, humble, honest and devoted sexy Josie Geller wants me to," he sighed and kissed her between each adjective, landing the last one on her nose. "You need get some sleep then, okay. I'll see you when I get back, and if you need anything, you've got my number. And maybe you can surprise me by being up, waiting to fullfill my wildest sexual fantasy."
"And that would be?"
"You~~~wearing a whipped cream bikini, on top of underwear or not is your choice," he murmured huskily as he trailed kisses down her soft neck, "oh and you've got to be carrying my favorite dark chocolate, Dove. You know I'm crazy about that stuff, baby girl and I think I'm going to need it if I have to hand around a bunch of kids all night long."
"Well, we'll see," she giggled, arching her neck back. "You be careful out there, okay? And the keyword, what's the keyword, Sam?"
"Not to get stoned or scold others from doing it?" he put in lamely as he put his wallet into his back pocket and grabbed his sunglasses from the dresser.
"F~U~N. Baby. Have fun, okay?"
Sam nodded. "But don't be surprised if I come back in a few hours," he called back with one hand on the doorknob. He turned his head only to witness Josie was deep in dreams. He grinned at the sight then finally left the room, closing the door softly behind him, trying to be excited about what could happen the next few hours.
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Next Sam found himself visualizing the bachelor party as though it were yesterday.
He distinctly remembered how many girls had been there. He'd been so bored and so lovesick for Josie that he couldn't think straight and he was a grouch to every girl he'd met. He'd actually ended up looking at the girls, only to be count them like sheep while he downed glasses of iced tea after the one shot of vodka he'd treated himself to with salt, a slice of lime, the whole nine yards.
He also could see the huge bonfire, the magical pool that was filled with throngs of people he assumed were random college students looking for a good time. It had been beautiful really, just one look at the place and it was easy to tell that a lot of thought had gone into this set up. Every bar seat down to every torch had been placed just right to serve its' just purpose. It really was a killed beach party. Very hot, with the smell of tropical flowers floating in the warm summer breeze, a Jamaican band played beats that Sam loved listening to and all around the atmosphere was positive with couples making out and other groups screaming with the many game booths scattered throughout the tropical paradise.
Only over Sam did a black cloud hang. He'd tried to hang out with Guy and his friends but suddenly he felt too old and he didn't want to partake in their idea of fun anyway.
Now he was contemplating on getting another strong shot to loosen himself up when he'd finished his ice tea, only a certain blond had actually caught his eye. She was standing a good few feet away from him, but he could still tell her eyes glistened and she was smiling, even if her was half-covered with genie-type veil. He actually picked up only subtle pick-up signs, which was a great change to the direct girls who made it clear they wanted to strip down.
Hmm. She seemed nice enough. Talking, talking was allowed right? Maybe he'll actually have some fun tonight. This was his first good break of the evening and he decided to take it. He slammed his glass down then stood up eyes on the girl.
"No drink, Mr. Coulson?" the bartender inquired as he wiped a glass.
"No, maybe later. I think I'm going to go and enjoy myself a bit."
"Good choice," the barman said approvingly and gave a little wave as he watched Sam disappear into the crowd.
Sam kept his eyes forward, ducking through couples and raising his head over on-coming people's shoulders so he could still see the blond with the expressive eyes and damp curls who'd pulled a towel around her body, swiveling her hips as she headed to a quiet bench where the action was non- existent. Sam walked on, not realizing that he'd just passed by Guy and his wannabe's, who's eyes were on him as he went to join her.
He stood still by the bench, his posture, half-bent, to duck the huge leaves of the descending palm trees, his sense directed and calmed at the same time by the tropical scent of mango and coconut milk as he stared at the figure who was facing the other way her back to him.
"Long night, huh?" he exhaled, stretching into the air. "What are you doing over here by yourself?"
"I~I don't know. I guess I didn't want to be out of there in all that noise. Especially since I couldn't find the Bachelor. I mean I broke my date with my fiancee to get in this get up and he doesn't even have the decency to show up!"
Sam bit his lip then cautiously took a seat. "You mind if I sit down for a second? I've been looking for someone to talk to, just to talk."
She shrugged her shoulders and Sam gulped when the towel she was wearing fell off her shoulders to reveal a delicate white bikini that reminded him strongly of whipped cream. "You've obviously already welcomed yourself, so, start talking," she quipped and gave a harrumph as she tossed back her head of curls that he began finger combing.
"Wait a second, you're the one who saw me, I saw you smile at me," Sam retorted, thrown by her curt tone.
"Well, I wouldn't have if I'd known you were irresponsible bachelor," she quipped and stood up angry and began to stalk off.
"H~hey, before you get all mad at me, can you just sit and listen to me, for a minute or two. I have something I've been trying to get out my system but I think it's obvious I haven't gotten far hence that I have nobody around me," Sam pleaded, and his words stopped her in her tracks.
"I don't know, Mr. Coulson. I was quite offended when you wouldn't give me the time of day," she whimpered, folding her arms and leaned all her weight on one leg.
"I~I didn't know you were hired specifically for me," he lamented as he clasped his hands together and leaned forward.
"I realized that myself," she put in coldly, continuing to give him the backbone that he'd learned to hate from any woman. He felt it very condescending, and seeing that he was probably enough to be her teacher he wasn't going to take any crap.
"Look~~~what's your name?" he asked suddenly and slapped a hand to his forehead. That was smooth Sam Coulson, real smooth. She didn't reply. Sam shrugged off the insulted feeling he got from that reaction. "Okay, I just want you to know that it's not because of you that I'm upset, I've only seen your eyes and yet I already think you've attractive. They're so~~~expressive," he explained as he pulled a medium-sized fruit from the tree and tossed it up and down like a baseball. "Reminds me of Josie, actually."
"Josie?" she inquired as she took a position of leaning against the tree.
"My fiancee, who I'd rather be with more than anything, no offense to you. I really didn't want to come to this party, I never consented to this but my former high school students threw it, and I guess that's why I'm here, to show my gratitude for their hard work," he sighed as he caught the fruit in his hand and then stared at the orange sphere. "You want a mango?"
"No~~~"she replied in a sultry voice that hand only a hint of a British drawl. "But there is something you can do for me."
Sam felt a red flag start flashing in his mind. What she was going to ask him couldn't be good.
"And that would be?"
"Actually, it's really quite simple and enjoyable," she explained to him. "When I found out that it's going to take a little something to loosen you up into party-mode, I thought about something I enjoyed that we could do together, and I got permission from the owner of his place to go into one of his huge pools he's got in the back. You do enjoy swimming, don't you?" she inquired in a teasing voice.
"Um, actually, I prefer the ice, but thanks anyway," he chuckled nervously. For some reason, he didn't think she was going to let him go too easily.
"None of that, Samuel," she crooned as she turned around, lowered her head and gestured to him to come with her with her finger.
"It's Sam," he corrected her, feeling that things were taking a turn into forbidden territory. "And I'm not going to a pool house with you. It'll be too awkward."
"Tsk tsk," she tsked him, clicking her tongue. "Where is your sense of adventure? OR is this Josie marrying a really high-strung all business high school teacher?"
"I've got a sense of adventure, thank you very much. But I'll only take chances with her. I'm ready to settle down now," Sam repeated, his irritation with her growing. Couldn't the girl take a hint?
"Prove it," she challenged him as she walked on. Sam didn't feel that he had to prove anything but he found himself walking after her, only about a foot behind her. He found his eyes trailing her neckline and down her body. How stupid could he be? Why had be acknowledged her smile? Why was he overcome with the sudden urge to run his fingers through her bouncy blond hair, and put his hands against her creamy skin and gaze into her intense eyes?
A moment later he realized why. She reminded him of Josie, only her hair was darker and her curls were dragging, not to mention she had a lip. And of course, he knew what had happened, this all had to be part of a plan to entice a sworn one-woman man with another woman and see if he could keep his thing in his pants.
And of course Guy had chosen his fiancee's look-alike.
Damn, he loved his high school students.
He paused when the young woman stopped to put a key into the door of the dark building. Only the moon provided any light and darkness made Sam even more nervous. This was an erotic situation waiting to happen. He shuffled his feet nervously as the door creaked open.
"Come on in, Mr. Coulson," she whispered as she stood in the doorway, still though with her back to him which was starting to play on his last nerve. Why wouldn't she let him look at her?
"Okay~~~but before I do that, I want to make one thing perfectly clear," he began in a clear firm voice. She cocked her head to prove she was listening. "I'm not here for any kind of pleasure other than what the water can provide me. I'm in love with one woman and one woman only."
"I know," she giggled as she led the way. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you wouldn't want to." She walked over to the farthest pool chair and dropped her towel then sat onto it and carefully pulled her thongs off and placed them under her seat.
Sam watched her for a minute and then followed her lead, stripping down until all he was wearing was his pair of blue boxer shorts. He then took a deep breath and descended down the ladder into the lukewarm water. He laid back and immediately began doing a few back strokes, letting go of all the concerns and fears he'd been battling with ever since he'd popped the question and made a promise to take care of Josie for the rest of her life. He dove under the water then came back up, gasping for breath as he shook out his hair. God, this was great! The water was just right and the moonbeams lit up the pool, giving it its' glass-like appearance. He pushed his hair back and glanced over at the pool chair, only his companion wasn't sitting there anymore.
She was instead standing there, smiling down at him, holding a plate of what looked like chocolate.
"Josie!"
Now that she'd removed the veil from her face he plainly saw that it was his love, his soulmate standing there in a white bikini that was fluffy and white~~~just like whipped cream! She stood thee with a bewitching smile on her beautiful face. "Hi Sam. I hope this is okay," she murmured, staring down at herself. "I knew you wanted whipped cream but this was all I could in short notice."
Sam just gawked at her as he pulled himself out of the pool, leaving a trail of watery footprints as he stood before Josie who looked very uncertain. "Josie! What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep."
"Happy to see me?"
Was that even a question? Wasn't he beaming like the rays of the sun, his teeth gleaming like the romantic moon beams?
"Happy? Oh god, Josie, I'm a lot more happy now that you're here! How did you sneak in?"
Josie studied his handsome expression and was overcome by a laughing fit. Could it be possible that Sam was that naïve? It seemed so. His eyes were genuine with surprise and he still kept darting his eyes around the room, as though he were keeping a look out for the owner.
"Really Sam. Can you be so gullible? This was part of the plan! Guy and I knew you wouldn't willingly go to your party so we decided that we would make it so you couldn't refuse, and then reward you for you effort by my showing up and luring you to our own private little party."
Finally the wheels turned in his head and a bit of understanding dawned on him. He then shook his head. "Wow, I can't believe it, you fooled me. I knew there was something familiar about you. And now it makes sense why you kept half your face covered and you kept your back turned. I would have realized it was you if I'd gotten too close."
"Exactly, and you know, this was a good thing," she put in as she took his wet hands into hers and gave them a good squeeze. "I didn't intend for it to work out this way but I just realized how faithful you are to me and how much you really think about me when I'm not around. You're the best, Sam, the best there is."
Sam impulsively pulled her to his wet chest and ran his rough fingers through her stringy drenched hair and then nuzzled her head with his strong jaw. "No, you're the best. You know me better than anybody. I mean, look! You even pulled of my outrageous fantasy. I only told you about that tonight and look, you read my mind!"
"Actually, I just stopped by Victoria's Secret to pick up the outfit. I couldn't believe my luck when I found a marshmallow bra that actually looked like whipped marshmallows on the outside," she explained but the smile on his tanned face told her that he hadn't been the least bit disheartened by that revelation. He instead took her by the hand and pulled her into the water, then swam over to the chair where the plate of chocolate was laying. Josie came up beside him a second later, the wetness made her look even sexier to Sam's eyes.
"So Josie, what do you say we share a piece of this delicious treat," he whispered as he unwrapped a Dove and slowly placed it into his mouth, never letting his gaze waver as he moved closer to Josie, his eye lids closing, his lips puckered as he put a hand onto her shoulder, drawing her in for a kiss.
Only she moved backwards. "Actually, I don't think we should," she pronounced which earned her a disappointed expression from her partner. "Hey, weren't you the one who said you're not here for any other pleasure than what the water will offer?" she shot back, batting her eye lashes, her face struggling to keep a straight face.
"Oh you're funny, Josie Geller," he drawled sarcastically and drew nearer to her as though he were a shark quietly approaching the unaware victim.
Josie squealed and shoved him away which sent Sam into a coughing fit as the chocolate flew down the wrong tube. Josie swam back over to him with a few powerful strokes then gently thumped his back with the heel of her hand until Sam stopped coughing.
"Sam, are you okay?" she whimpered, her voice thick with concern. He had turned blue for a second and that was a second too long as far as she was concerned. And knowing she'd caused it didn't make her feel any better.
"Uh yeah," he exhaled and his skin slowly returned to his normal color. There was an evil grin on his mouth that didn't particularly calm her nerves.
"Oh~~~good, you gave me quite a fright there, I thought we were going to lose each other for a second," she breathed and put a hand to her forehead.
"Yeah~~~yeah, you're going to pay for that one," he promised her. Before Josie could react, Sam came up behind her, ducked under the water then wrapped his muscular arm around her torso and dunked her squealing into the water.
Sam surfaced first and waited for Josie. He began laughing when she came up sputtering, spiting at his face.
"SAM COULSON!"
"That'd be me," he smirked, completely amused.
"Do you think that was funny?" she shrieked, her voice so loud it echoed off the walls.
"Actually it was," he snickered. "You should see your face!"
"You've asked for it, Mr. Coulson!" she boomed then began throwing water over at him as fast as her hands would allow her. Sam shook his head and splashed her back, laughing out loud and for a moment he felt that he was a teenager again, having an innocent water right with his carefree girlfriend, not a man that was only five days from making one of the biggest decisions of his life.
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"SCORE!"
Sam heard the crack of a hockey stick and that was enough to pull him back into reality. He cringed when he saw what the other guys were doing. Tommy had assumed the position of a pitcher and pitched an orange disk to Guy who was currently at bat. Sam was about to skate backwards to escape the sailing orange object.
That was when he realized he was seated on the ice. Crap! Sam scrambled to his feet just in time to flee the orange disk. He heard it whiz past him and let out a relieved sigh. That was too close!
"Oops, sorry Mr. Coulson," Guy snickered as he skated over to the wall with the remains of his broken hockey stick in his hands. "But hey, at least you finally snapped out of it. I was wondering how long you were going to look dazed."
"Y~yeah, right," Sam coughed. Now that his senses were coming back into action, his butt felt very cold.
"So you ready for another go?" Tommy inquired, joining the two person group of Sam and Guy.
"Nah, I think he needs to get some feeling back into his butt," Jason joked. "Too bad he doesn't have a heating pad for you to sit on."
Sam let out a sarcastic laugh. "Actually I've got to ditch. I'm meeting Josie and she should be arriving right about now," he informed them, looking at his watch. It was ten minutes to six.
"All right, we're going to hang out a bit longer," Guy replied for the three of them, though what they were going to do now that they'd snapped their sticks alluded the hockey guru.
"Fine. You guys just~~~remember this isn't a baseball field. If you want to crack at balls, there is an appropriate stadium for that." He skated over to where he'd left his bag, or where he thought he'd left his bag. Sam thought hard for a moment then turned around and folded his arms. "Okay, that's very amusing guys, where did you put my gym bag?"
A wave of clueless expression traveled from guy to guy then back again. "You talking to us?"
"No, I'm talking to the walls. Yes, I'm talking to you! Do you see anybody else on the ice?"
Jason actually checked which earned him a pop on the head from Tommy. "Uh, we didn't touch your bag, dude."
Sam took a deep breath to curb the rage he felt growing inside of him. "You have to have. Bags don't just disappear. It doesn't have kinetic energy, Mr. Way," he grumbled. "That means somebody moved it."
The guys had to agree Sam's explanation made sense, assuming they knew what kinetic energy was. But they couldn't' say they touched it when they really didn't.
"Sam, we're not responsible in the case of the missing gym bag," Guy argued, looking clearly offended.
"Yes you are!" Sam boomed, his green eyes narrowing. "You all moved it while I was passed out and you know what, I wasn't mad but now I'm starting to. I don't' put up with nonsense, and you all know I've got to leave. I'm going to give you to my old roster and phone your parents and inform them of how immature you are and that you're lucky I cared to even pass you in senior year!"
Guy, Jason and Tommy actually exchanged looks of fright between the three of them. It was rare to see Sam raise his voice and that was because the teacher actually became so condescending it was scary.
"Hey Sam, no, don't do that," a female voice protested behind him.
All four guys' eyes were directed toward the female presence in the room. Standing behind the wall Sam was leaning against was Josie, bundled up in a nice black business coat, which was worn over her two piece black suit. The top buttons were left open and exposed a generous amount of cleavage. Her hair was in a messy bun, dangling from her lavender-tipped fingers was Sam's missing gym bag.
"Josie! Sweetheart, when did you get here?" he demanded as he climbed off the ice and stood before her.
"About two minutes ago. I figured you'd be running a little late so I came in here to watch the last bit of your game, since you're just so sexy on the ice."
Sam turned a deep shade of crimson when he broke away from Josie's blushing lips. And it didn't help the situation that three of his former students were witnessing such an uncool aspect of their "coolest" high school teacher.
They began hooting, and name-calling towards blushing Sam and "hot- stuff,' Josie Geller Coulson. She turned to face them and smiled, a rosy color appearing on her cheeks
"All right guys, settle down," he chided them, shaking his head.
"So where is goo o'l Sam taking you this evening?" Tommy sang, skating up to the bleachers.
"You're not going to find out," Sam cut in firmly before Josie could disclose any vital information. "You guys can handle cleaning up, right?"
"Sure," they all cried out, at the same time their intention to taunt the young marrieds. "You guys behave tonight, ya hear?"
Sam and Josie exchanged a glance as he changed into his good shoes, then slung his skates over his shoulder. They as they ascended the steps, Josie leaned into whisper in his ear, "I think that goes double for you."
Sam let out a hearty chuckle. "Hey, I'm not the one who crashed my bachelor party wearing a marshmallow bra!"
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Chapter Two
Sam Coulson stole the puck from who he thought was an unworthy opponent at the moment, made a quarter turn with his stick then sped off to the other end where the ice was clear.
Standing in front of him, creating a barricade before the goal post he needed to get to to get a score were not one buy three of his semi- skilled opponents, also former students of his at South Glen High.
Three. Okay. So this was an amateur game, similar to a backyard game of basketball where making a slam dunk was a matter of jumping a few inches if you were six feet tall. But adrenaline pumped through his body nonetheless as though he were one point away from winning the National Hockey Championship.
What could he say, he loved the sport and if he wasn't at home or in the classroom, on the ice was where he belonged.
Not that Josie particularly approved of his obsession with becoming the next Wayne Gretzky, especially when he came home, dragging his bloody knees. But sometimes a guy had to do what a guy had to do.
"Come on Coulson, either score or get off the ice," taunted a player who was almost as veteran to the sport as he was, one of his former students, Jason Way.
Ooh, did Mr. Way make the mistake of challenging Mr. Sam Coulson while he was in his Gretzky rush?
Sam grinned. "You guys sure about this?" he teased back, smirking like a smart ass, a teenager like his practice mates and team mates on the Chicago city hockey team.
"Yeah, hurry it up already!" Guy Perkins, the most inexperienced player boom, sufficing for his lack of skill with his lip, holding his stick so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Very poor technique.
Okay, they'd certainly asked for it. Sam moved his stick against the orange puck then he paused as if to think for half a second before he kicked off on his back skate and slice through the barrier of three men that crumbled as soon as he was five feet from them. Sam gave it the puck a nice smack and it sailed into the net almost too easily.
Tommy, Guy and Jason just stared as their former high school teacher gave them another smirk then pulled his stick off the ice and skated smoothly over to his sports bag, pausing right before he collided into the wall that separate the rink from the empty bleachers.
He carefully placed the stick against the wall then popped the top off his water bottle and took a nice long gulp. Ah! Water, thank god for Water, he thought to himself as the cool liquid trickled down his throat in a refreshing spray.
"So~~~final score~~~10-1," Jason groaned as he skated over to Sam with the other two former seniors of Sam's "Shakespeare "as you like it."
"Hey, you got one point, which is more than I can say for your high school term papers," Sam teased, leaning an elbow against the glass. "And you actually earned this one by yourself."
Guy let out a sarcastic, "ha, ha." He certainly didn't like losing, even more so, not to his high school teacher who was married to the only girl he'd ever really been attracted to.
"Face it Mr. Coulson, you're better than any of us, even with all of us combine you sliced by us like we were a pack of cards," Tommy drawled, rolling his eyes, his voice dripping with jealousy.
"Thanks guys," Mr. Coulson said, floored by their genuine praise.
"Honestly, the U.S team can use you. Why did you go for teaching when you could be the next thing in hockey?" Jason demanded, coming to a halt next to the ruggedy Yale graduate.
"Well~~~I'm not as skilled as I would like to be, but that's not the reason either. I just love literature, the power or words, and in some way I wanted to give something back to the great writers before our time and I thought I could do that by spreading their words, teaching thousands of students about them, and if I'm lucky I'll get them to remember something about Shakespeare, or Charles Dickens or~~~anybody."
Jason, Guy and Tommy exchanged and awkward glance. They thought Sam was a great guy, the coolest high school teacher they'd ever had. (He'd been the head of the prom committee! He had to be) And now that they weren't in high school anymore, they were practically the best of friends, and so they understood it but really preferred he drop the lecture while on the ice and talk about something else.
Anything else.
Heck they'd actually settle for listening about his marital bliss with his wife, their former and coolest classmate ever, Josie and that was saying something since all three guys have been unlucky in love since they'd left their high school sweetheart, who had turned out to be just that, high school sweethearts.
"Oh and I wouldn't' have met Josie if I hadn't been teaching, "Literature," at South Glen High to the class of 1999," Sam added as an after thought, heat creeping into his cheeks, a pleasant smile grew on his face that he didn't bother to hide.
"Oh heaven forbid if that happened," Tommy joked, splattering water over his sweat-drenched spikes. In his opinion Sam being happy came second to a star winning an academy award. He was that freaking happy with the girl.
"Yeah, really," Sam reminded himself. Without Josie, he wouldn't be having the best experience of his life, expecting a baby. Hey, maybe he would have gone to New York and be married to Lara who's last want was probably to have a baby.
"But it you were a big sports star, you could be married to an NFL cheerleader or Miss USA," Jason pointed out, which was his dream.
"First off Jase, does hockey even have cheerleaders?" Guy put in pretty sharply, the way he'd done whenever his friends had teased him about Josie during the spring Josie Geller had been a South Glen High Senior. "And second of all, Sam is happy and who wouldn't be with Josie around?"
"T~thanks," Sam replied, not sure if he meant that in a good way or not. HE had to admit ever since he'd seen Guy and Josie share their slow dance as king and queen of South Glen's prom, he felt very uncomfortable discussing the good of Josie Geller with Guy Perkins.
"Yo! Speaking of Josie, I just realized, isn't today your anniversary?" Tommy demanded as he pulled off his t-shirt, which seemed very foolish since the sweat he'd had was starting to freeze on his body.
Sam stared at his former student with surprise. Here was a guy who only memorized the popular Shakespear lines to woo his sophisticated "sistas" and other than that he never seemed to remember what pages he had to read, or when his assignments were due. Yet somehow, he'd pulled out of his mind the most irrelevant fact to his life, his wedding anniversary.
"Y~yeah, it is~~~I'm surprised you remembered," Sam admitted, admiration clear in his voice. "Especially since you never remembered anything about class except for the fact that you can drink in class."
"Well it's not everyday that an undercover reporter falls in love with the coolest high school teacher and then declares it on a baseball field before the whole school and half of Chicago," Tommy chimed in.
Sam laughed good naturedly. Too true that was. He paused and studied his buddies for a moment and wondered if these kids could be in Ivy League colleges had they actually put forth the effort to try and get in.
"Yo! Speaking of marriage, remember what was even better than that?"
Sam rose an eyebrow in his direction. "No, I'm drawing a blank, I don't think anything tops my wedding." "Or wedding night," he added to himself.
"Man, you stud! You're so freaking devoted!"
"I am," Sam stated confidently.
"Well the bachelor party we threw you, that's got to be a close second," Guy teased, leaning against the wall, his head cocked back. Sam watched as the three friends slapped high -fives.
Yeah. It had been a great party, probably the best one he'd been to since his party days in college. And it not being a typical bachelor party may have added meaning to that fact.
He had one stray thought about that day and found himself remembering the party as though it were just yesterday
(flashback)
"Go on Sam," Josie urged her fiance as they sat together on their bed with Jason, Tommy and Guy standing there before them, all decked out in open shirts and drawstring shorts. Sam had found himself somehow wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and matching drawstring pants, dressed for the party obviously.
"Yeah come on Sam, this is your last night as a free man where you can flirt with more than one girl and not get negative feedback, fullfill your sexual fantasies," Guy boomed, folding his arms, which ruined his balance. The sun hadn't even gone down yet and he already looked like he'd had too much to drink.
"Well excuse me but why would I want to go out there and find a different girl to spend the night with when Josie is all I want?" Sam demanded, as he pulled his wife-to-be closer to him by putting his arm protectively around her. And he felt same himself whenever he was able to hold Josie in his arms.
"Dude, I know Josie is all you want but this is like traditional man!" Tom put in, his eyes clouded with frustration. "I mean they probably had bachelor parties in Shakespeare's time, only back then they didn't have any bikinis."
"Yeah, baby!" Jason rooted and pumped his fist in the air followed by the hooting of his two friends. They were all grinning like chesire cats, practically drooling over the prospect of seeing their girlfriend and other beautiful girls with almost nothing on.
Sam still clung to Josie, his expression becoming stern. He really couldn't believe how immature high school students were. Hadn't they ever heard of the concept of a man in love his whole life with one woman? Or was he one of the only few men left that actually believed in good o'l romance?
"Sam~~~your fiancee is telling you you can go instead of keeping you tied on a leash so you can help her with wedding invitations," Guy chimed in, though how he'd retained that information in his stone state amazed Sam.
"Probably because Kristin, Kirsten and Gibby threw her a party equivalent to the one you have tonight," Tommy drawled, looking almost as drunk as their leader. "Didn't they, Josie?"
Sam gave his fiancee a look. She noticed his beautiful eyes were studying her and she felt very vulnerable and her skin flushed to a nice rosy color. She didn't know what to say. Sam squeezed her shoulder reassuringly to calm her nerves.
"Uh ~~~yeah, I did go, I mean Kirsten, Kristin and Gibby did go through all that trouble to get all those~~~Um, lifeguards at our party."
Life guards? In other words men with no shirts on, with all that beautiful muscle average Joe's craved for? Had he actually allowed her to go that kind of party? If he had, he must have been blinded by her beauty and not listened to any of the words for context. What could he say, he wanted to give Josie the world. Even if it included a room full of lifeguards.
"Um~~~yeah. I~~~I guess it was kind of cool," she replied with a goofy grin that Sam thought was completely adorable. "But I only looked. I didn't touch," she put in quickly which earned her a very pleased smile from Sam who had just been pondering whether he'd have to start building a six pack.
"Uh, right~~~so anyway, the parties a starting and we shouldn't keep the ladies a waiting," Tom put in, slapping his former teacher on the shoulder. Then he was pummeled in turn by the next two guys.
"Hey guys, I never said I'm going to this thing," Sam protested, glaring at them evenly. Thomas put a hand to his forehead in disdain and made to look like he was fainting, having exhausted all his efforts to get Sam to cave.
"Hey Jason, can you go and help Tom out into the hallway? He looks like he needs a cigarette really bad," Guy asked his friend who happily obliged. He hoisted Tom's heavy arm around his medium shoulders.
"You coming, Guy?"
"Yeah. Give me a second. I'll take care of Sam Coulson for ya," he called back, flashing a white grin at Jason who was falling under the Italian man's weight.
Sam didn't like the sound of that and decided clinging onto Josie was his best bet to prevent being dragged to a night of drinking and sluts, and more importantly, away from the only woman he wanted to spend his time with.
"Sam Coulson, dude, you know that I didn't like high school, right?" Guy began, taking a seat in the makeup chair after moving things off of it. He was sure one of them had been Sam's sock.
"Would you be referring to the academic portion where you turned in, I believe, the final paper, or the social part of which you were king?" Sam drawled, liking the flattery part but wouldn't be swayed. He knew what Guy was going to say next. He'd heard the speech every time he'd had to find some way to pass him.
"Mr. Coulson, seriously, you know me and the guys think you are the coolest high school teacher to ever live."
"Uh~~~yeah, right," Sam replied sarcastically, putting all his attention onto his student as he'd done so many times before.
"And we want you to continue to be cool ya know, and going to this party alone is going to get you up there," Guy beamed, closing his eyes, basking in the warmth only he could feel.
Sam exchanged a look with Josie who was flashing Guy a pretty smile. "It's going to be ruffus, right?"
Guy opened his eyes at exactly that moment and gazed at her with longing in his blue eyes. "Ruffus, exactly," he murmured, his expression filled with wonder. He was always amazed when she said exactly what was going around in his head. A moment that sent handsome Sam into jealousy mode, like he'd experienced full-fledged when Guy and his current fiancee had swayed on the dance floor for their dance as tradition for being named king and queen on prom night.
"Super Ruffus," Guy added, flashing her a genuine grin.
Sam found himself looking at Josie, Guy, then back at Josie again. There was a weary connection there and that bothered him a lot.
"Yeah, so uh~~~If you can convince your upstrung hubby to be that he's not in high school, and that he's going to miss a killer party," Guy concluded and kissed Josie on the cheek as he stood up, then took hold of Sam's hand and gave it a good shake. Sam made sure one of those knuckles popped before he let Guy's hand go. He'd make Guy learn not to kiss his fiancee.
"Oh~~~"he winced as he took his hand back and flexed his fingers.
"Are you okay?" she demanded, then shot Sam an accusatory look.
"Oh yeah, Sam just has a good grip, that's all," Guy shrugged as he reached the door that led to the hallway. "Have a wonderful evening, Josie," he sighed. Seeing them there together stirred a jealousy he hadn't know existed to man, but there was no denying that they looked absolutely perfect together. "Don't take too long, Sam. Tommy's going to go crazier if he doesn't get his alcohol fix soon. You know where it's at, right?"
"Uh yeah, that invitation is laying around here, somewhere," Sam called back then gave him the eyebrow to hint him to get lost.
And Guy did.
He got up, went to the door to make sure it was locked. "Alcohol fix? High school guys, can they be anymore pathetic?" Sam chuckled as he fiddled with the chain on the door. "I mean honestly, they're graduated, they are adults and yet they just look at life as one big party."
He felt a tingle go down his spin when he felt Josie's hands on his shoulders. Then he felt himself grow hard when she traced her finger down his back. He gave a little shiver then turned around and yanked her to his body and kissed her hard, his hands moving feverishly around her as he led her to their bed and laid her down against it.
Josie gently bit his lip and Sam pulled himself a few inches back, and just stared wordlessly into her blue-green irises full of tease. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that," she said suddenly and Sam gave her a look of perplexion. "Of viewing life as one big party. It gives you a rush and keeps things exciting. It makes you feel alive, and," she paused to run her hand through his lightly gelled mane. "And I hope that there's still a little bad boy left in you. I know you're a figure of authority but that's only eight hours a day. Just like I deceive and snitch on people five days out of the week. It's not who I'm marrying, I'm marrying the handsome, beautiful-minded, intelligent, compassionate, fun- loving twenty-seven year old, Sam Coulson." She kissed him between each adjective and Sam began to blush.
"You really want me to go huh?" Sam said with a tired sigh. "You think it's that important?"
"We breathe Shakespeare, Mr. Coulson, and Shakespeare's life was all about being romantic, keeping to the family traditions and a bachelor party is one of them," she explained then added, " and you'll have the chance to live out your most outrageous sexual fantasies."
Sam glanced down at Josie and smirked. "Highly doubtful. Of course unless you will show up to the party." He took one look at Josie's expression and rolled his eyes. "Which you're not, obviously."
"Sorry, I'm not a working girl, not in that sense anyway," she corrected, feeling humiliation from her blunder. "But you should do the whole party thing, you told me you used to drink in college."
"Yeah, well that was the only way to prove that we weren't a bunch of stuffed shirts. And then again, I had nobody to live for in my life. It didn't really matter if I made it the next day or not. Nobody was waiting around for me. Sure, I had friends but they weren't good enough to miss me if I ever overdosed," Sam paused and gave Josie his dreamiest expression. "But now I do, I have someone that I not only have to live for but want to live to see as many days as our creator will give me."
Josie felt a tear spring to her eye. Sam's voice was so poetic and his words were that much more beautiful. She could spend hours just listening to him talk. "Okay, so you don't want to touch any girls or drink till you pass out. T~then why don't you just go to please your friends? I know the hard work, Tommy, Jason and Guy put it to throw you the most ruffus bachelor party imaginable. They do look up to you and as corny as that sounds, they really did want to do something for you. If not for anything else, go so they'll know their hard work was worth it."
Sam tried to think of a protest but nothing would come out, he sat up, joined momentarily by Josie who leaned into his shoulder. "Okay, so say I~~~go. What about you? What are you going to do, because I'm not about to leave you alone in a hotel room five days before our wedding," he harrumphed.
"Oh, don't' worry about that. I've got plenty of food and fics to last me a week. And Besides, this week and all this planning we've done in this month has been so hectic, I'm burnt out. I could use the time to rest," she promised him. She then put a hand to her mouth to cover up her oncoming yawn.
"Y~You sure?' he asked finally to Josie who had pulled herself up to the pillows and curled into a ball.
She nodded, blinking her sleepy eyes.
"Okay, I guess I'm going since my beautiful, talented, perfect, humble, honest and devoted sexy Josie Geller wants me to," he sighed and kissed her between each adjective, landing the last one on her nose. "You need get some sleep then, okay. I'll see you when I get back, and if you need anything, you've got my number. And maybe you can surprise me by being up, waiting to fullfill my wildest sexual fantasy."
"And that would be?"
"You~~~wearing a whipped cream bikini, on top of underwear or not is your choice," he murmured huskily as he trailed kisses down her soft neck, "oh and you've got to be carrying my favorite dark chocolate, Dove. You know I'm crazy about that stuff, baby girl and I think I'm going to need it if I have to hand around a bunch of kids all night long."
"Well, we'll see," she giggled, arching her neck back. "You be careful out there, okay? And the keyword, what's the keyword, Sam?"
"Not to get stoned or scold others from doing it?" he put in lamely as he put his wallet into his back pocket and grabbed his sunglasses from the dresser.
"F~U~N. Baby. Have fun, okay?"
Sam nodded. "But don't be surprised if I come back in a few hours," he called back with one hand on the doorknob. He turned his head only to witness Josie was deep in dreams. He grinned at the sight then finally left the room, closing the door softly behind him, trying to be excited about what could happen the next few hours.
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Next Sam found himself visualizing the bachelor party as though it were yesterday.
He distinctly remembered how many girls had been there. He'd been so bored and so lovesick for Josie that he couldn't think straight and he was a grouch to every girl he'd met. He'd actually ended up looking at the girls, only to be count them like sheep while he downed glasses of iced tea after the one shot of vodka he'd treated himself to with salt, a slice of lime, the whole nine yards.
He also could see the huge bonfire, the magical pool that was filled with throngs of people he assumed were random college students looking for a good time. It had been beautiful really, just one look at the place and it was easy to tell that a lot of thought had gone into this set up. Every bar seat down to every torch had been placed just right to serve its' just purpose. It really was a killed beach party. Very hot, with the smell of tropical flowers floating in the warm summer breeze, a Jamaican band played beats that Sam loved listening to and all around the atmosphere was positive with couples making out and other groups screaming with the many game booths scattered throughout the tropical paradise.
Only over Sam did a black cloud hang. He'd tried to hang out with Guy and his friends but suddenly he felt too old and he didn't want to partake in their idea of fun anyway.
Now he was contemplating on getting another strong shot to loosen himself up when he'd finished his ice tea, only a certain blond had actually caught his eye. She was standing a good few feet away from him, but he could still tell her eyes glistened and she was smiling, even if her was half-covered with genie-type veil. He actually picked up only subtle pick-up signs, which was a great change to the direct girls who made it clear they wanted to strip down.
Hmm. She seemed nice enough. Talking, talking was allowed right? Maybe he'll actually have some fun tonight. This was his first good break of the evening and he decided to take it. He slammed his glass down then stood up eyes on the girl.
"No drink, Mr. Coulson?" the bartender inquired as he wiped a glass.
"No, maybe later. I think I'm going to go and enjoy myself a bit."
"Good choice," the barman said approvingly and gave a little wave as he watched Sam disappear into the crowd.
Sam kept his eyes forward, ducking through couples and raising his head over on-coming people's shoulders so he could still see the blond with the expressive eyes and damp curls who'd pulled a towel around her body, swiveling her hips as she headed to a quiet bench where the action was non- existent. Sam walked on, not realizing that he'd just passed by Guy and his wannabe's, who's eyes were on him as he went to join her.
He stood still by the bench, his posture, half-bent, to duck the huge leaves of the descending palm trees, his sense directed and calmed at the same time by the tropical scent of mango and coconut milk as he stared at the figure who was facing the other way her back to him.
"Long night, huh?" he exhaled, stretching into the air. "What are you doing over here by yourself?"
"I~I don't know. I guess I didn't want to be out of there in all that noise. Especially since I couldn't find the Bachelor. I mean I broke my date with my fiancee to get in this get up and he doesn't even have the decency to show up!"
Sam bit his lip then cautiously took a seat. "You mind if I sit down for a second? I've been looking for someone to talk to, just to talk."
She shrugged her shoulders and Sam gulped when the towel she was wearing fell off her shoulders to reveal a delicate white bikini that reminded him strongly of whipped cream. "You've obviously already welcomed yourself, so, start talking," she quipped and gave a harrumph as she tossed back her head of curls that he began finger combing.
"Wait a second, you're the one who saw me, I saw you smile at me," Sam retorted, thrown by her curt tone.
"Well, I wouldn't have if I'd known you were irresponsible bachelor," she quipped and stood up angry and began to stalk off.
"H~hey, before you get all mad at me, can you just sit and listen to me, for a minute or two. I have something I've been trying to get out my system but I think it's obvious I haven't gotten far hence that I have nobody around me," Sam pleaded, and his words stopped her in her tracks.
"I don't know, Mr. Coulson. I was quite offended when you wouldn't give me the time of day," she whimpered, folding her arms and leaned all her weight on one leg.
"I~I didn't know you were hired specifically for me," he lamented as he clasped his hands together and leaned forward.
"I realized that myself," she put in coldly, continuing to give him the backbone that he'd learned to hate from any woman. He felt it very condescending, and seeing that he was probably enough to be her teacher he wasn't going to take any crap.
"Look~~~what's your name?" he asked suddenly and slapped a hand to his forehead. That was smooth Sam Coulson, real smooth. She didn't reply. Sam shrugged off the insulted feeling he got from that reaction. "Okay, I just want you to know that it's not because of you that I'm upset, I've only seen your eyes and yet I already think you've attractive. They're so~~~expressive," he explained as he pulled a medium-sized fruit from the tree and tossed it up and down like a baseball. "Reminds me of Josie, actually."
"Josie?" she inquired as she took a position of leaning against the tree.
"My fiancee, who I'd rather be with more than anything, no offense to you. I really didn't want to come to this party, I never consented to this but my former high school students threw it, and I guess that's why I'm here, to show my gratitude for their hard work," he sighed as he caught the fruit in his hand and then stared at the orange sphere. "You want a mango?"
"No~~~"she replied in a sultry voice that hand only a hint of a British drawl. "But there is something you can do for me."
Sam felt a red flag start flashing in his mind. What she was going to ask him couldn't be good.
"And that would be?"
"Actually, it's really quite simple and enjoyable," she explained to him. "When I found out that it's going to take a little something to loosen you up into party-mode, I thought about something I enjoyed that we could do together, and I got permission from the owner of his place to go into one of his huge pools he's got in the back. You do enjoy swimming, don't you?" she inquired in a teasing voice.
"Um, actually, I prefer the ice, but thanks anyway," he chuckled nervously. For some reason, he didn't think she was going to let him go too easily.
"None of that, Samuel," she crooned as she turned around, lowered her head and gestured to him to come with her with her finger.
"It's Sam," he corrected her, feeling that things were taking a turn into forbidden territory. "And I'm not going to a pool house with you. It'll be too awkward."
"Tsk tsk," she tsked him, clicking her tongue. "Where is your sense of adventure? OR is this Josie marrying a really high-strung all business high school teacher?"
"I've got a sense of adventure, thank you very much. But I'll only take chances with her. I'm ready to settle down now," Sam repeated, his irritation with her growing. Couldn't the girl take a hint?
"Prove it," she challenged him as she walked on. Sam didn't feel that he had to prove anything but he found himself walking after her, only about a foot behind her. He found his eyes trailing her neckline and down her body. How stupid could he be? Why had be acknowledged her smile? Why was he overcome with the sudden urge to run his fingers through her bouncy blond hair, and put his hands against her creamy skin and gaze into her intense eyes?
A moment later he realized why. She reminded him of Josie, only her hair was darker and her curls were dragging, not to mention she had a lip. And of course, he knew what had happened, this all had to be part of a plan to entice a sworn one-woman man with another woman and see if he could keep his thing in his pants.
And of course Guy had chosen his fiancee's look-alike.
Damn, he loved his high school students.
He paused when the young woman stopped to put a key into the door of the dark building. Only the moon provided any light and darkness made Sam even more nervous. This was an erotic situation waiting to happen. He shuffled his feet nervously as the door creaked open.
"Come on in, Mr. Coulson," she whispered as she stood in the doorway, still though with her back to him which was starting to play on his last nerve. Why wouldn't she let him look at her?
"Okay~~~but before I do that, I want to make one thing perfectly clear," he began in a clear firm voice. She cocked her head to prove she was listening. "I'm not here for any kind of pleasure other than what the water can provide me. I'm in love with one woman and one woman only."
"I know," she giggled as she led the way. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you wouldn't want to." She walked over to the farthest pool chair and dropped her towel then sat onto it and carefully pulled her thongs off and placed them under her seat.
Sam watched her for a minute and then followed her lead, stripping down until all he was wearing was his pair of blue boxer shorts. He then took a deep breath and descended down the ladder into the lukewarm water. He laid back and immediately began doing a few back strokes, letting go of all the concerns and fears he'd been battling with ever since he'd popped the question and made a promise to take care of Josie for the rest of her life. He dove under the water then came back up, gasping for breath as he shook out his hair. God, this was great! The water was just right and the moonbeams lit up the pool, giving it its' glass-like appearance. He pushed his hair back and glanced over at the pool chair, only his companion wasn't sitting there anymore.
She was instead standing there, smiling down at him, holding a plate of what looked like chocolate.
"Josie!"
Now that she'd removed the veil from her face he plainly saw that it was his love, his soulmate standing there in a white bikini that was fluffy and white~~~just like whipped cream! She stood thee with a bewitching smile on her beautiful face. "Hi Sam. I hope this is okay," she murmured, staring down at herself. "I knew you wanted whipped cream but this was all I could in short notice."
Sam just gawked at her as he pulled himself out of the pool, leaving a trail of watery footprints as he stood before Josie who looked very uncertain. "Josie! What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep."
"Happy to see me?"
Was that even a question? Wasn't he beaming like the rays of the sun, his teeth gleaming like the romantic moon beams?
"Happy? Oh god, Josie, I'm a lot more happy now that you're here! How did you sneak in?"
Josie studied his handsome expression and was overcome by a laughing fit. Could it be possible that Sam was that naïve? It seemed so. His eyes were genuine with surprise and he still kept darting his eyes around the room, as though he were keeping a look out for the owner.
"Really Sam. Can you be so gullible? This was part of the plan! Guy and I knew you wouldn't willingly go to your party so we decided that we would make it so you couldn't refuse, and then reward you for you effort by my showing up and luring you to our own private little party."
Finally the wheels turned in his head and a bit of understanding dawned on him. He then shook his head. "Wow, I can't believe it, you fooled me. I knew there was something familiar about you. And now it makes sense why you kept half your face covered and you kept your back turned. I would have realized it was you if I'd gotten too close."
"Exactly, and you know, this was a good thing," she put in as she took his wet hands into hers and gave them a good squeeze. "I didn't intend for it to work out this way but I just realized how faithful you are to me and how much you really think about me when I'm not around. You're the best, Sam, the best there is."
Sam impulsively pulled her to his wet chest and ran his rough fingers through her stringy drenched hair and then nuzzled her head with his strong jaw. "No, you're the best. You know me better than anybody. I mean, look! You even pulled of my outrageous fantasy. I only told you about that tonight and look, you read my mind!"
"Actually, I just stopped by Victoria's Secret to pick up the outfit. I couldn't believe my luck when I found a marshmallow bra that actually looked like whipped marshmallows on the outside," she explained but the smile on his tanned face told her that he hadn't been the least bit disheartened by that revelation. He instead took her by the hand and pulled her into the water, then swam over to the chair where the plate of chocolate was laying. Josie came up beside him a second later, the wetness made her look even sexier to Sam's eyes.
"So Josie, what do you say we share a piece of this delicious treat," he whispered as he unwrapped a Dove and slowly placed it into his mouth, never letting his gaze waver as he moved closer to Josie, his eye lids closing, his lips puckered as he put a hand onto her shoulder, drawing her in for a kiss.
Only she moved backwards. "Actually, I don't think we should," she pronounced which earned her a disappointed expression from her partner. "Hey, weren't you the one who said you're not here for any other pleasure than what the water will offer?" she shot back, batting her eye lashes, her face struggling to keep a straight face.
"Oh you're funny, Josie Geller," he drawled sarcastically and drew nearer to her as though he were a shark quietly approaching the unaware victim.
Josie squealed and shoved him away which sent Sam into a coughing fit as the chocolate flew down the wrong tube. Josie swam back over to him with a few powerful strokes then gently thumped his back with the heel of her hand until Sam stopped coughing.
"Sam, are you okay?" she whimpered, her voice thick with concern. He had turned blue for a second and that was a second too long as far as she was concerned. And knowing she'd caused it didn't make her feel any better.
"Uh yeah," he exhaled and his skin slowly returned to his normal color. There was an evil grin on his mouth that didn't particularly calm her nerves.
"Oh~~~good, you gave me quite a fright there, I thought we were going to lose each other for a second," she breathed and put a hand to her forehead.
"Yeah~~~yeah, you're going to pay for that one," he promised her. Before Josie could react, Sam came up behind her, ducked under the water then wrapped his muscular arm around her torso and dunked her squealing into the water.
Sam surfaced first and waited for Josie. He began laughing when she came up sputtering, spiting at his face.
"SAM COULSON!"
"That'd be me," he smirked, completely amused.
"Do you think that was funny?" she shrieked, her voice so loud it echoed off the walls.
"Actually it was," he snickered. "You should see your face!"
"You've asked for it, Mr. Coulson!" she boomed then began throwing water over at him as fast as her hands would allow her. Sam shook his head and splashed her back, laughing out loud and for a moment he felt that he was a teenager again, having an innocent water right with his carefree girlfriend, not a man that was only five days from making one of the biggest decisions of his life.
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"SCORE!"
Sam heard the crack of a hockey stick and that was enough to pull him back into reality. He cringed when he saw what the other guys were doing. Tommy had assumed the position of a pitcher and pitched an orange disk to Guy who was currently at bat. Sam was about to skate backwards to escape the sailing orange object.
That was when he realized he was seated on the ice. Crap! Sam scrambled to his feet just in time to flee the orange disk. He heard it whiz past him and let out a relieved sigh. That was too close!
"Oops, sorry Mr. Coulson," Guy snickered as he skated over to the wall with the remains of his broken hockey stick in his hands. "But hey, at least you finally snapped out of it. I was wondering how long you were going to look dazed."
"Y~yeah, right," Sam coughed. Now that his senses were coming back into action, his butt felt very cold.
"So you ready for another go?" Tommy inquired, joining the two person group of Sam and Guy.
"Nah, I think he needs to get some feeling back into his butt," Jason joked. "Too bad he doesn't have a heating pad for you to sit on."
Sam let out a sarcastic laugh. "Actually I've got to ditch. I'm meeting Josie and she should be arriving right about now," he informed them, looking at his watch. It was ten minutes to six.
"All right, we're going to hang out a bit longer," Guy replied for the three of them, though what they were going to do now that they'd snapped their sticks alluded the hockey guru.
"Fine. You guys just~~~remember this isn't a baseball field. If you want to crack at balls, there is an appropriate stadium for that." He skated over to where he'd left his bag, or where he thought he'd left his bag. Sam thought hard for a moment then turned around and folded his arms. "Okay, that's very amusing guys, where did you put my gym bag?"
A wave of clueless expression traveled from guy to guy then back again. "You talking to us?"
"No, I'm talking to the walls. Yes, I'm talking to you! Do you see anybody else on the ice?"
Jason actually checked which earned him a pop on the head from Tommy. "Uh, we didn't touch your bag, dude."
Sam took a deep breath to curb the rage he felt growing inside of him. "You have to have. Bags don't just disappear. It doesn't have kinetic energy, Mr. Way," he grumbled. "That means somebody moved it."
The guys had to agree Sam's explanation made sense, assuming they knew what kinetic energy was. But they couldn't' say they touched it when they really didn't.
"Sam, we're not responsible in the case of the missing gym bag," Guy argued, looking clearly offended.
"Yes you are!" Sam boomed, his green eyes narrowing. "You all moved it while I was passed out and you know what, I wasn't mad but now I'm starting to. I don't' put up with nonsense, and you all know I've got to leave. I'm going to give you to my old roster and phone your parents and inform them of how immature you are and that you're lucky I cared to even pass you in senior year!"
Guy, Jason and Tommy actually exchanged looks of fright between the three of them. It was rare to see Sam raise his voice and that was because the teacher actually became so condescending it was scary.
"Hey Sam, no, don't do that," a female voice protested behind him.
All four guys' eyes were directed toward the female presence in the room. Standing behind the wall Sam was leaning against was Josie, bundled up in a nice black business coat, which was worn over her two piece black suit. The top buttons were left open and exposed a generous amount of cleavage. Her hair was in a messy bun, dangling from her lavender-tipped fingers was Sam's missing gym bag.
"Josie! Sweetheart, when did you get here?" he demanded as he climbed off the ice and stood before her.
"About two minutes ago. I figured you'd be running a little late so I came in here to watch the last bit of your game, since you're just so sexy on the ice."
Sam turned a deep shade of crimson when he broke away from Josie's blushing lips. And it didn't help the situation that three of his former students were witnessing such an uncool aspect of their "coolest" high school teacher.
They began hooting, and name-calling towards blushing Sam and "hot- stuff,' Josie Geller Coulson. She turned to face them and smiled, a rosy color appearing on her cheeks
"All right guys, settle down," he chided them, shaking his head.
"So where is goo o'l Sam taking you this evening?" Tommy sang, skating up to the bleachers.
"You're not going to find out," Sam cut in firmly before Josie could disclose any vital information. "You guys can handle cleaning up, right?"
"Sure," they all cried out, at the same time their intention to taunt the young marrieds. "You guys behave tonight, ya hear?"
Sam and Josie exchanged a glance as he changed into his good shoes, then slung his skates over his shoulder. They as they ascended the steps, Josie leaned into whisper in his ear, "I think that goes double for you."
Sam let out a hearty chuckle. "Hey, I'm not the one who crashed my bachelor party wearing a marshmallow bra!"
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