by Z. B Heller
“Well, he is a very nurturing child. Better be careful or you’re going to end up with a coop filled with chickens in your backyard.” I imagined Dillion going out each morning to check on his chickens in his industrialized coop. “So you’re done working and you decide to spend quality quiet time at an elementary school?”
“Maybe I have a crush on the teacher, and I wanted to see if I could get extra credit,” he said in a seductive tone.
I knew that tone very well. It was the tone of heat, lust, and pure sex. Miles bent over my desk, resting his hands on top. He had rolled up his shirtsleeves, giving me a wonderful glimpse of his large forearms. I wanted to take my tongue and run it up and down his strong arms. God, I wished I were behind him so I could enjoy the view from the back. Although, I certainly wouldn’t complain about the view from the front either.
“I need to work on these conference reviews or else I’m going to have to tell all the parents that their children’s favorite part of the day is lunch and recess.”
The corner of his mouth went up. “Well, it is.”
“Of course it is, but I have to make the parents believe I’m teaching the next Albert Einstein. Unfortunately, I don’t have a student like Dillion anymore to teach the class for me while I stalk Facebook and eat Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups all day.”
Dillion had joined my class toward the end of the school year after he and Miles moved from Maine last year. Needless to say I was completely shocked when I found out that his dad was the same person I had upchucked on the weekend before.
“Don’t tell him that. He might take you up on it and start spouting Hemingway to the class.”
“Who’s Hemingway?” I smiled and put my thumb and forefinger to my chin thoughtfully and looked to the ceiling
“Don’t let Dillion hear you say that. He’ll tell you all about the book The Old Man and the Sea until you know Hemingway better than Hemingway did.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. I could see Dillion in front of the class like a little college professor, in his tweed coat and smoking a pipe, lecturing the life and times of good old Ernst. Dillion was certainly a special child—no question there. I couldn’t help but feel protective of him from other kids. He had a hard time connecting to other students because of his intellectual level, and I feared he would become the target of bullies. If that were ever to happen, I would sit on the bullies and suffocate them with my lovely ass.
“Dillion has a unique way about him. Has he always been like that?” I asked, hoping I could distract him from giving me that look that said, “I want to fuck you now.”
“Yup. He just has an old soul. I think he gets it from my dad.”
“You’re not exactly dumb yourself, you know. I mean, you’re dating me and that makes you a genius in my book.”
“Thank you. You know if you’re not careful with that smartass mouth of yours, I’ll have to teach it a lesson.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.
My plans for distraction went out the window when his pectorals and forearms flexed. I was never going to get anything accomplished if I looked at the man meat in front of me. It was as if someone was holding a raw piece of steak in front of a hungry lioness. I wanted to attack, but held myself back. I didn’t want to throw myself at Miles every time he looked at me that way.
“I thought I was the teacher here,” I whispered, standing from my chair and leaning over my desk.
Miles walked slowly over to my side of the desk, playing the role of the lion seeking his mate. There was fire in his eyes and my thighs tightened instantly, trying to relieve the pressure building in my lady garden. He tilted my chin up and looked directly into my eyes.
“You might be the school teacher, but I’m a sex educator and you have gotten in trouble in my class.” His voice was low and deep.
My heart pounded and all the blood flow went straight into my groin. “So what is the punishment, professor? Should I write: I’ve been a bad girl, over and over on the chalkboard?”
Miles cleared everything off my desk with one swipe of his arm, sending everything crashing to the floor. That was going to be a bitch to clean up later, but I didn’t care; I was so damned turned on.
“To start your punishment you will have to have to come here.” He stood up and pointed to the spot in front of him.
We were face-to-face, our chests grazing. My nipples tightened into tiny stones, aching to be soothed. Miles towered over me, so I had to look at him to say something, but before I could come up with a snarky reply, he spun me around to face the desk. His front pressed hard against my back. He kissed the back of my neck, and the feeling sent shivers through my body.
“You know what I do to students who smart-mouth me?” His warm breath tickled my ear. I pressed my backside into his crotch. I was already needy and impatient.
“Professor, do you get a lot of women mouthing off to you when you teach? I mean some of your teachings are wrong and I feel it’s my civil duty to correct you.” I enjoyed this game, and I could tell he did too from the stiff boner poking my ass.
“Really? Do tell me what I’m doing wrong.” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms, kissing my neck from my ear down my shoulder. My concentration was waning, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking me down first.
“The lecture on oral sex sucked,” I said.
“That’s kind of the point.” He bit my shoulder and squeezed my ass. I let out a groan. “I think your punishment is going to have to include this and my very large hand.” He continued to rub my ass gently until he gave me a good whack on my backside. That just turned me on even more. Not that I was interested in floggers and riding crops, but a nice spanking was always a fun distraction. His hands slipped around to the front of my jeans and undid the top button.
“Miles, we are in my classroom and the janitor can walk in at any moment,” I half moaned, half cried.
“If you’re as wet as I think you are, they are going to have an interesting time mopping that off the floor.”
I had to admit, I loved that Miles was a dirty talker during sex. He was right; I was probably wet as a lagoon at Sea World. Miles unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my thighs. He ran his hands up my back and bent me forward so my cheek was against the bare desktop. Miles hooked his fingers into the top of my panties and pulled them down to meet my jeans. I felt the cool air in the room hit my most sensitive spot and I started to pant.
“Mmm, I like you this way, bent over to do whatever I want with.”
“And what would those plans be?” I asked, barely able to speak.
Miles didn’t answer. Instead he sank to his knee and spread my legs as far apart as he could since my jeans were wrapped around my ankles. His finger gently swept across my sex, and I thought I would pass out. That would have been embarrassing, explaining to Mrs. James why I was in a heap on the floor with my pants around my ankles.
“I was right. Nice and wet,” he said, stroking me inside and out.
“I couldn’t help it; my new professor got me worked up.”
“Lucky bastard,” he said as he took me his time devouring me, his lips and tongue doing wonders.
“Oh God!” I clutched the edge of the desk. He worked his magical tongue and fingers in a perfect rhythm. He swirled, flicked, and lavished every part of my pussy, making me go insane.
“Miles, I’m going to come!” I huffed, but it didn’t even slow him down. Heat gathered in my stomach and poured into my groin. I exploded around his fingers and his mouth, barely able to call his name. As I was coming down from the high of my orgasm, Miles stood and undid his own zipper of his pants.
“Moxie, I need to be inside of you, now,” he said through his teeth.
I was still dazed from my own release, and couldn’t answer him.
He positioned himself at my at my entrance and slowly filled me, grabbing my hips when he settled in the whole way. He rocked back and forth, shoving me against my desk with each thrust. I whimpered as h
e started moving faster.
“More. Faster!” I demanded.
He followed my plea as he pumped into me faster and harder. He bent over my, melding my body with his. He whispered in my ear, “Fuck, Moxie! You feel amazing. I can’t get enough of you. Come for me, baby. Give me one more.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, I screamed in pleasure. But Miles covered my mouth, trying to drown out the noise so we wouldn’t attract unwelcome guests. He buried his head between my neck and shoulder, and I felt him squeeze his eyes and mouth shut as his own release followed mine.
We were both sweaty and sticky but couldn’t care less. Miles peeled himself off me and helped me stand from the desk. He wrapped his big arms around me.
“Punishment delivered.”
“Thank you, sir. May I have another?” I turned around in his arms and placed my hands around his neck.
“You, my little student, can have as much as you want.” He gave me a deep kiss that made my toes curl.
He relaxed his hold on me and lifted my underwear and jeans back up. He pressed a soft kiss by my belly button before redressing himself as well.
“You really know how to work up a girl’s appetite. I’m starving.”
“Sorry, I just ate.” He flashed me a devilish grin.
“Gross!” I slapped his chest, laughing at his crass joke.
“Let me take you out. How about Chinese food?”
“Wow. Good sex and Chinese food? I really struck gold with you, didn’t I?”
“I aim to please.”
“Well, you aimed and hit a bull’s-eye. Let’s go to LuLu’s. They have amazing dumplings.”
“They can’t be better then your dumplings,” he said, pointing at my chest.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag. “Come on, stud muffin. Let’s go before I eat your dumpling.” I pointed to his crotch.
“Promise?” he replied with a wink.
We worked together to put the items Miles brushed off my desk back into place. I packed my bag and turned off the classroom light as we walked out of door, hand-in-hand.
I decided to have an impromptu triple date at LuLu’s and called Renee and Ryan to bring their significant others, Raj and Tom. It was great knowing we’d created this little family with our friends. Miles called Kelly on the way to the restaurant to check in and see how Dillion’s museum adventure had gone. He then promised Dillion to spend all of Saturday together doing whatever he wanted since Miles had to work late tonight.
It made my heart swell knowing Miles was such a loving and involved father. He also informed Kelly that if she needed Miles to come home earlier he could be there in a flash. Before I knew of Dillion’s PTSD months ago, Miles used to disappear every time his sister called when Dillion had panic attacks. I thought Miles was already involved when he ran off on a moment’s notice without explanation.
After Miles had explained the whole situation to me, and I’d seen Dillion’s night terrors first hand, I wanted to run back with Miles so I could comfort Dillion, too. However, I didn’t think we were at the substitute-Moxie-for-deceased-mom phase in our relationship yet.
Everyone was supposed to meet at LuLu’s at seven. I was so hungry from playing good teacher, bad student with Miles earlier that even the koi in the makeshift pond at the restaurant looked good. Renee and Raj arrived first. Renee was one of my best friends. We met when I started teaching my first year at the same school. She taught fifth grade and at the time, I taught kindergarten. Quickly, Renee became my confidant and enabler of all things chocolate, and since I was an only child, she became my honorary sister.
“Hey, douchebag,” Renee said and came in for a hug.
“Hey, slut face,” I retorted as I squeezed her back.
Renee and I always had an interesting friendship. To others, our terms of endearments would be interpreted as insults. But if anyone who knew us heard us refer to the other as sweetheart or honey, then they knew we were pissed off and wished bodily harm on one another. I was not sure what I would do without Renee as my wingman, but I knew I was lucky enough to have her. She even pretended once to be my lesbian lover when we ran into a clingy one-night stand of mine. She had grabbed me and stuck her tongue down my throat right in front of him. Renee was the only woman I would ever let do that.
Tom came through the door next. “I’m just asking you to put your dishes in the dishwasher when you’re done using them. I know your hands and arms work.”
“You weren’t exactly complaining about my hands and arms this morning when I jacked you off in the shower,” Ryan replied.
Tom turned bright red before he greeted us. I rolled my eyes at Ryan. “How do you put up with his shit, Tom?” I asked.
“Because I’m a terrific lay, and I put up with his bullshit OCD ways,” Ryan answered for him.
Ryan was my other best friend. We had met at a New Year’s Eve party years ago when I was hammered and shamelessly came on to him. Ryan crushed my hopes and dreams that night when he revealed he was gay. I should have guessed he was batting for the other team by how impeccably dressed he was, but I never liked to assume. You know, because when you assume, you make an ass out of U and me. However, in that case I just made a huge ass out of myself. I had woken up the next morning and found Ryan asleep on my couch. Being the gentleman he was, he had made sure I got home safe and nursed my hangover from hell.
Tom was Ryan’s boyfriend and, while I thought he was a sweet guy, I didn’t know if they made the right pair. Tom was very straitlaced and obsessive about everything from salad fork placement on the table to using Seventh Generation dish detergent instead of Dawn. Ryan was much more laid-back and forgot to put the toilet seat down ninety-nine percent of the time. I found this out once when I crashed at their place and had to pee in the middle of the night. Three words: surprise ass bath.
“Okay,” I said. “While this is all mushy and cute, if I don’t eat something now, I’m going to have to cannibalize one of you.”
“Go for Ryan first,” Renee said. “He’s got the most muscle on him.”
I chuckled as the hostess led us to our table. We all took our menus and silently looked them over. I became uncomfortable because I didn’t know if Miles was into the whole sharing a dish thing. It seemed somewhat intimate to share Chinese food. I’ve only shared dishes with Renee and Ryan because they were my best friends and I felt comfortable ordering family style with them. Although he did have his penis inside of me earlier and things probably couldn’t have been more intimate than that, in my mind, sharing Chinese was like proposing marriage.
“What are you getting?” Miles leaned into me and looked at my menu as if it were different than his own.
“Umm, I like the chicken fried rice, but their prawns and broccoli sounds good, too. But they have good lo mein, as well.”
“Let’s get the prawns and friend rice.” He snapped his menu shut.
I looked at him, wide-eyed.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re sharing your food with me.”
“I can order something else if you want those things for yourself.” He opened his menu back up.
“No!” I responded quickly. “It’s just no one I was dating has ever shared their Chinese with me.”
“I guess you haven’t learned that I’m not everyone.” He winked
Crap, there went my panties. They burst into flames when Miles talked to me like that. I’m going to have to keep an open account at Victoria’s Secret from the way I went through undergarments. I’d never dated anyone like Miles before. Well, truth be told I never really dated. Sure there were occasional hook ups that maybe lasted a week or so, but never something as serious as my relationship with Miles. No one before him ever made me feel comfortable in my own skin.
“Are you ready for conferences?” Renee turned toward me after the waiter took her order.
“Well, I was on a roll until someone plowed me down.” I smirked and looked at Miles, who was chatting with Ryan.
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br /> “At work? You had sex at work?” Renee squeaked.
“Shh! Why don’t you just tell the whole restaurant?”
“Moxie, chances are that eighty percent of this restaurant has already seen your coochie, so I don’t think any of this would be a surprise.” She smirked.
“Excuse me, but that blind man in the corner has not seen any of my jiggly bits. The rest of the restaurant, I can’t speak for.”
“I will speak for the other eight percent and say that her jiggly bits are amazing,” Miles said, cutting into the conversation.
We were all about to dive into our appetizers when a nice-looking couple approached us.
“Tom?” asked the mystery man.
Everyone at the table stopped talking and looked at Tom, whose face turned the same shade of white as the steamed rice.
“John. Umm, what are you doing here?” Small beads of sweat started forming on Tom’s forehead. I watched Ryan for his reaction to this development.
“I’m here with my friend Liv having dinner because you told me you were going to see your mom in the hospital.”
Oh shit. I didn’t like where this was headed. It was like watching a horror movie and waiting for something or someone to jump out with a hatchet or some crazy shit like that. We were waiting for the hatchet.
“Well, Tom would have had to travel quite a distance to see his mother. Like six feet underground.” Ryan’s eyes burned holes into Tom’s head so hard, I expected his skull to burst into flames.
“Who is this prissy fairy?” The mystery man pointed his finger to Ryan.
Oh, double Dutch chocolate shit. It was about to get ugly.
“This fairy is his boyfriend,” Ryan announced as he passively placed his arm around Tom’s shoulder. “And who are you besides this woman’s little bitch?”
Tom sat there with his mouth hanging open, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two men like a tennis match.
Mystery man grunted. “Well, boyfriend, you might want to know that your so-called other half had his dick lodged up my—”
