I am on quite a roll today! I finished Chapter 55 of One Year Later and now I've finished Chapter 3 of this! I even managed to get dinner in the crockpot and a load of laundry in! Yay! Now onto New Beginnings!

These characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Sookie's POV

There weren't many items left on the table for me to clean up. I started placing all the leftovers into the container I'd used to bring the cupcakes. Once I finished I started throwing away the boxes and disposable containers that had been left behind. Just as I was about to throw the last one away I thought about how much Principal Northman seemed to enjoy my cupcakes. There were six of them left. Without even thinking I removed the six cupcakes from my container and put them into the disposable one I almost put into the garbage.

Once the table was cleaned up I grabbed my container and the container filled with cupcakes and headed into the school to get Hunter. On my way to his class I stopped by the office which happened to be empty. I noticed Principal Northman's office was open so I quickly stepped inside and sat the box of cupcakes on his desk and wrote a quick note before continuing on my way to Hunter's class. I don't know why left the cupcakes for him or what possessed me to do so. I guess it was because he seemed to enjoy them so much. There was no time or need to examine my motives at the moment. I had to get Hunter home and get dinner started.

On the drive home I was lost in deep thought. For a moment I almost forgot Hunter was with me in the car. For some reason I could not get the thought of Principal Northman out of my head. I just kept seeing him in my mind standing in front of me smirking. He was quite easy on the eyes. He was well over six feet tall, had long blond hair which he had tied back at his neck in a ponytail, and although he was fully dressed in a white button down dress shirt and slacks, I could tell that what was underneath was probably similar to one of those statues from the Renaissance in an art museum.

His shoulders were broad and his waste was svelte and his eyes; his eyes were the most beautiful shade of cobalt blue. For a moment I caught myself undressing him in my mind, until I was brought back to reality by a car honking at me. I realized I had just run a stop sign. I could have just killed us both. I have got to get shit together, I thought. I pulled myself together and said, "So, did you have fun today, sweetie?" I thought that maybe if I concentrated on Hunter I could get us safely home.

Hunter said, "I had a lot of fun. I wish it could be like that every day at school!"

"Now Hunter, if it was like that every day at school you would never learn anything. Learning is very important, but I'm glad you had a good time."

I sure had a good time looking at that hot hunk of a man for two hours, I thought, then I realized that talking about school was a very bad idea because all it did was make me think of him. The rest of the ride home was silent. It took every bit of my concentration to avoid further thoughts of Principal Northman.

Once home, I began to prepare our dinner while Hunter played with his toy cars and watched The Disney Channel. While I was preparing dinner, homemade chicken noodle soup, my mind began to drift to Principal Northman again. Again I replayed that smirk he gave me and then the electricity that passed between us as they shook hands. Why could I not stop thinking about him? Sure, I hadn't been with a man in over six months and felt great need to be touched in a sexual way, but I felt that as of three months ago, when I took Hunter in, I gave up the right to my personal needs. He was my priority and I felt it would not be right to bring any man into the picture; especially his school principal.

I went into the living room where Hunter was watching TV and said, "So sweetie, dinner won't be ready for another couple of hours. What do you want to do until then?"

Hunter smiled and said, "Let's watch Madagascar!"

I put in the movie and took a seat beside of Hunter on the couch. At first Hunter and I watched the movie, but soon Hunter was the only one watching. I was consumed again with thoughts about Principal Northman. That feeling I had gotten when he shook my hand was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and I wondered what it was and then there were the cupcakes. The sounds he made as he ate them. Oh my god, those sounds. I found myself wanting to cook and bake for him more often if that was the response I would get.

Finally, after an hour long battle inside of my head I was able to fend off the thoughts of what it would feel like to be caressed by the very large hands that had shaken mine earlier, how it would feel to be kissed by those lips that had smirked at me, how it would feel to run my hands all along that chest, which in my mind looked like that of a work of art, and how it would feel to elicit the sounds of satisfaction that he made as he enjoyed my baking, but in other ways; not with food. Once the battle was won and I was back to reality for the second time, I went to check on the soup. I found it was ready and I had a hungry mouth to feed so I walked into the living room and said, "Hunter, dinner's ready." He came running and climbed up into his chair at the kitchen table.

After we ate I got him into the bath, we watched a little TV, and finally it was his bedtime. I went into his room and read him his favorite book, "Where the Wild Things Are" and by the time I reached the end he was sound asleep. I flipped off his light and headed into my room to finally get some much needed rest. I crawled into my bed exhausted only to find myself incredibly restless. I tossed and turned trying to sleep for over an hour only to find my thoughts drifting back to Principal Northman. I had done so well. I'd made it through practically my whole evening without a thought of him and now he was back in my mind. Finally, I realized that sleep was not happening any time soon so I decided to take a bath and try to clear my head.

I ran a hot bath and filled it with bubbles and lit every aroma therapy candle I had in my bathroom. I undressed and climbed in determined to relax. Instead my mind drifted straight to Principal Northman. What was this hold he had on me? We had only met that day and only talked for a couple of hours. I didn't even know him and he was becoming quite a problem for me.

Soon I was imagining his strong hands running all over my body. As those thoughts went through my head I began running my own hands along my body in just the way I was imagining his. I stopped at my breasts and began massaging and pinching my nipples thinking about what it would be like if my hands and fingers were his lips, tongue and teeth. Soon my hands made their way down to my center where I slid two of my fingers inside and began rubbing small circles on my clit. Before I knew it I was moaning as I reached my edge and fell over.

My orgasm brought me back to reality for the third time that day. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Not the fact that I had pleasured myself, but the fact that I had pleasured myself while fantasizing about Hunter's school principal. My fantasies were not supposed to be of real people that I knew; they were supposed to be of movie stars and people that I would never meet. I decided then and there that this had to stop. I got out of the bath, pulled the drain, and grabbed a towel. Once I had dried off I put on a nightgown and crawled in to bed hoping to get a good night's sleep.

Eric's POV

As I stood by watching the kids get on to their buses I couldn't help but allow my mind to drift. Day after day I watched the children doing this and day after day there were no incidents. As my mind drifted, the thoughts that flooded it were of Sookie. I thought of her beautiful smile, her cute little laugh and that amazing surge of electricity that ignited me as I shook her hand.

As the thought of the feeling that flowed through me when we shook hands entered my mind I could not help but wonder what it would feel like to have her tiny little hands touching my cock because if it were anything like when we shook hands then it would most certainly feel amazing. That thought caused my dick to twitch and grow hard which was very inappropriate seeing as how I was at school. The inappropriateness of the wood I was sporting brought me back into reality and caused me to wonder why I was having such feelings. Although I was fairly young and single, I hadn't been that interested in women for the past few years. I was just too busy with my career to think about dating.

She did have a nice rack, but that was no excuse for the thoughts that were plaguing my mind; although not by blood, she was still a parent of one of my students and it just wouldn't be right. I mean if I was with her, what would other parents think? What would school officials think? As a principal I had to be neutral and unbiased when dealing with the children. If I was dating one of their parents would that even be possible?

I had worked very hard to get to this place in my career. I was the youngest principal in the state which was a feet within itself and whether it was right of me to feel that way or not, I felt I was under scrutiny from older teachers who wanted to be a principal and from school officials who thought I was too young to do the job. Every day I felt I had to prove myself worthy of being in the position I was in.

I had managed to make the transition from teacher to principal in less than ten years which was unheard of. All the other principals were at least ten years my senior, but all my hard work- my dedication to my students and my furthering my education paid off when I got the job as principal for Bon Temps Elementary two years ago. I was where I wanted to be and didn't ever want to screw it up.

Soon, all the students were safely on their buses so I went to my office with the intention of grabbing my things and heading home when I saw a box on my desk that wasn't there before. I picked up the box and opened it. As I opened it I noticed a note fall out of it and land on my desk. I looked into the box and saw six of those delicious cupcakes. I couldn't help but smile. I knew Sookie had done it without even reading the note, but I couldn't help wonder why. How did she know I enjoyed them so much? I mean I had grabbed a second one as I walked away, but how did she know that I thought they were so good? I sat the box down, picked up the note and started reading it.

Principal Northman,

You really seemed to enjoy these and there were way too many leftovers for just me and Hunter so I thought I'd leave them here for you. There's never a good reason for good chocolate to go to waste!

Enjoy,

Sookie Stackhouse

I couldn't help but smile as I read the note. They were good cupcakes and she was right, there was never any good reason for good chocolate to go to waste. I grabbed the note, the box of cupcakes, and my briefcase and left.

Upon arriving home I stripped down to my boxers and took my place on my couch along with my Mini-pin, Killer. Killer loved to lay on the couch with me, his daddy, under a blanket. It was his favorite part of the day. I flipped on the TV and allowed myself to drift off into my daily nap while I spooned Killer.

I was jarred back into life at the worst possible moment by the sounds of a ringing phone and Killer going crazy. I had been in the middle of a very vivid dream about Sookie. Little did I know at that moment that I would be getting to enjoy that dream many more times. So many times in fact that it would become pure torture; a nightmare.

"What!" I growled answering the phone as I noticed the puddle of jizz in my boxers.

"Eric, did I call at a bad time," the voice on the other side of the line said. It was my sister, Pam.

Killer was still barking so I pulled the phone away for a moment and sternly said, "Quiet Killer," which successfully shut him up.

Pam was laughing when I brought the phone back to my ear and said, "No sis, I was asleep. I'm sorry. The phone ringing and Killer freaking out just startled me."

"Oh, how is the little flea-bag anyway?

"He's fine. So what do you want?" I didn't mean to be rude, I mean, I love my sister, but she had really caught me at a bad time; jizz in my pants and all.

"I'm sorry I woke you, but I was just calling to let you know that I'll be in town in a few weeks. I was hoping to be able to stay with my baby brother," she said laughing. She knew that I hated it when she referred to me as her baby brother. We were fraternal twins and she was only fifteen minutes older than me.

"You know you are only fifteen minutes older than me. Why must you insist on flaunting that fact in my face constantly?"

"Eric, can I stay with you?" She asked again, avoiding my obvious frustration with her.

"Yes, of course you can. When will you be here?" I dreaded her visit. She always drove me crazy and always insisted on going out to bars and partying hard when all I really wanted to do was sit at home and relax. It was like the words "staying in" were not in her vocabulary. We were thirty-two years old for Christ's sake. We were too old to go out all the time.

"I'll be there on October thirtieth. I'll be staying through until the following Tuesday."

"Well, then I guess I'll see you then. I really need to get off here now though." I need to wash my dick and change my boxers, I thought as I said, "I need to get some dinner."

"I will talk to you later, Eric. I miss you and can't wait to get there."

"I miss you too, sis. I'll see you in a few weeks. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye"

I hung up the phone and headed straight to the bathroom with Killer following behind. I took a quick shower and then realized that it was already ten o'clock. I grabbed a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich, giving my crust to Killer, and decided to officially call it a night. Killer and I got into bed. I was hoping to wake up the next day with a clear head; free and clear of that beautiful and buxom blonde, Sookie Stackhouse.

Okay, I've gotten a lot of comments about how there is nothing wrong with Sookie and Eric having a relationship. I totally agree with you all. They are both idiots! Hopefully this chapter will help you see a little of why they think its wrong though. I do want to point out that all Eric was saying about being under scrutiny is in his head. I'm sure there are some who think he is too young for his job and are jealous of him, but come on. He's way to serious for his own good! And that shit about 32 being too old to go out-- That man is crazy! Hopefully Sookie will be able to make him see the light and he'll make her see it as well!

Oh, and FYI-- Killer is modelled after my own little baby-puppy, but mines a girl and although based on her attitude her name maybe should have been Killer, it's Millie.