Hot For Teacher

by Anthology

  The pain leaves as quickly as it came, and I open my eyes and smile. “I’m fine.” I unclasp the comforter with one hand, moving it up to cup his face. He looks to be straining trying not to move. I’m sure he’s afraid he will hurt me more. Sweetest thing ever. “Please?”

  He begins to pull out and then back in stretching me around him. Now that the pain has subsided pleasure unfolds within me. God, that feels good. He feels good. We start to move together in a rhythm that is us. I’ve never had sex before. Yeah, kissing and second base but this? Ok, so I’m still a virgin, was a virgin. But, this is beyond everything I ever imagined but only because it’s him.

  Feelings from the pit of my core move into my stomach. My muscles begin to clench around him as they grow with intensity. Spots form in my eyes as my heart takes up speed, and I feel like my control is wavering. “God! JOSH!” I scream as my eyes move out of focus. Burning desire and ecstasy overtakes me fully. My hands are numb from fisting the comforter and then my entire body relaxes, tingles flowing all over me. I slowly open my eyes in time to see the look on his face when he comes, feeling his seed release in me, and his body shivers with his own bliss. Damn! That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  His arms are shaking as he lowers himself, half covering me, the other half on the bed. I finally release my tight grip on the comforter and wrap my arms around his warm body, lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. His head turns the smile on his face all telling, then he leans in and kisses me. “God, you’re amazing! I lo….” His mouth shuts fast, but I know what he was going to say. I feel it too. We lay there until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I still feel him inside me as he has not pulled out yet and frankly, I don’t want him to. As I catch my breath, I can feel myself fading…. Fading into sleep. My dreams have begun. “I love you, Emma. So much.”

  § § § §

  I watch her sleep for a couple of minutes, and then I pull out of her. Damn, she’s so beautiful. I climb off her and out of bed. Finding a wash cloth on the rack in the bathroom, I let the water get warm and run the cloth underneath it. She doesn’t stir as I clean her. Once I deposit the cloth in the bathroom, I return to bed crawling in next to her. As I start to get comfortable, my mind all over the place with what we’d just done, she moves in her sleep snuggling against me and throws her arm over my waist, her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and bring her even closer. I can’t believe we just made love and how amazing she is, how beautiful, sexy and sweet. God, I took her virginity, and she gave it to me readily. My heart beats faster as I remember telling her I love her. Too soon. I don’t want to scare her off. I’ve fallen so hard, so fast for her, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop. I could lose my job for this, my teaching career, and I don’t even care. She’s worth it.

  My eyes open and light is shining in through the window. I don’t even remember falling asleep. My legs are tangled up with more legs, and I look down to see my girl. Her hair is a twisted mess around her, around us. Her head is half on my chest, half on my shoulder, her eyes closed and her breathing light. I have to be the luckiest man alive. Her beauty makes my breathing hitch, my heart thud. I turn my head and look at the alarm clock. Six in the morning? Wow, I never sleep this late. Totally worth it.

  I untangle us, carefully moving her over until she turns, clutching the pillow beside her and sighs. I go into the bathroom take a quick shower and run their sample toothpaste over my teeth. Way to come prepared, I laugh to myself.

  I walk back out and to the phone, starting to press a button when she turns back around to me, her eyes open and her mouth turns into a huge smile. “Morning,” she whispers.

  I hang up the phone and lean down on the bed kissing those full lips. “Morning, beautiful.” She covers her mouth, squeals, and wraps the sheet around her. I stand back up in time for her to jump off the bed and run into the bathroom.

  “Morning breath!” she yells through the door. So adorable.

  After a few minutes, she walks out smiling. Can she be any more beautiful? She walks straight over to me, her arms sliding around my waist and lifts up on her tiptoes, pressing her fresh mouth to mine. I didn’t care about morning breath before. I just wanted to kiss her.

  “Morning, again,” she says as her eyes light up.

  “Morning, again. Do you want me to call room service for breakfast or do you need to be back home? Or, we can go eat downstairs.” She tilts her head thinking.

  She bites her upper lip and I wanna join her. “I’m not sure about downstairs. We could be seen.”

  I grasp her upper arms and smile. “Baby, I don’t even care anymore. I want to shout from the highest hill right now.” She giggles, and it warms my heart. “I can do anything. WE can do anything. I’m not saying I don’t want my teaching career to end and we can be careful but we’re away. No one important will see us. Okay?” I bend down so I can look deep into her eyes. She finally nods and I lean into her lips.

  We finally get dressed. It takes us a little longer because well, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but she couldn’t keep hers off me either. We walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats us quickly in a booth on the side and the waitress is over at our table handing us menus and taking our drink orders. We decide on the buffet and fill our plates to the brim. I guess our activities last night gave us both an appetite, but I’m glad to see her eat more than normal. She really could use some meat on those bones.

  “Wha? Well, looky what, who we have here,” a males voice startles me and I see Emma jump, her face turning pale. “Wow! I had no idea you would be here and is that Mr. Tyler?”

  Emma scrambles out of the booth, whispering and pushing a guy towards the front as her head turns to me, her eyes wide in fear. Shit! I hate that. I hate this! I need to do something. I can’t even be out with my girl. Something has to change.

  I’ve finished my food by the time they come back. Emma slides back into the booth and the mysterious man sits down next to her. “Josh, this is Layton. He’s one of my best friends and swears he won’t say anything.”

  I look at him and smile, reaching out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Lay….”

  “Oh, no! Lawdy, it’s my pleasure. You know, I saw you in the parking lot and I thought, No way is that Mr.…” Emma hits him in the ribs with her elbow and I laugh. “I wasn’t gonna say it loud. Geez, girl. Get your panties unbunched.”

  “Well, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Layton.” He shakes my hand, and Emma smiles again at me. “So what brings you all the way out here?” I take a sip of my coffee and flash my eyes over to Emma, who is sitting pretty uncomfortably squirming in her seat.

  “Oh! My dad lives out here. I visit on weekends when I can. I was certainly surprised to see Em. She rarely leaves her apartment.” He gets up from the table, and I watch him hit her on her shoulder softly. “Well I gotta go. You all have fun,” he says with a wink, and she scowls at him when he turns and walks away.

  “You okay, Em?”

  Her head turns and her smile is definitely fake. “Yes. I guess. He just makes me crazy and he’s a freakin’ blabbermouth. Ugh!”

  I reach across the table and take her hand that’s resting there. “Emma. It will all be okay. Quit worrying so much.” Her body relaxes, and her smile turns genuine.

  We finish our breakfast, and I drive her home. It’s quiet on the way there. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with the situation, and I hate that. I feel like our night was ruined. I don’t know what else to say to her, to calm her. I drop her off, not walking her to her door. She said she was fine and that she’ll talk to me later, only kissing me on my cheek. Things are not fine. I leave sadly and go home. Alone.

  Chapter Six

  I’m pacing the floor. Layton. It will be all over that he saw Josh and me, I know it. He said he wouldn’t say anything, but he is notorious for blabbing even without meaning to. I’ve been home for a couple of hours, not knowing what to do with myself. I had tonight off, but I called Randy and told him I want
ed to work. I need something to do to occupy my time. A knock sounds on my front door and startles me. What now? I walk quickly and open the door. A young man stands there holding a vase of beautiful roses, various colors, and a box with a ribbon tied around it.

  “Emma Danielson?” I nod and he practically shoves the vase into my arms and hands me the box. “Have a good day.” He leaves before I can turn around to get my purse, so I could tip him. I slowly close the door and hold the flowers up to my nose, breathing in the luscious aroma.

  I take the vase and set it down on the breakfast bar and spot a small card attached. I set the box down and take the card, open it and tears instantly form in my eyes.

  Emma,

  Please don’t be upset. I had more than a wonderful time and miss you already. I wish I would have told you then, but I love you.

  Yours always,

  Josh

  Damn him! He got me with a card. I set the card down on the counter when a muffled ringing sound comes from the box. What the hell? I quickly untie the ribbon and open the lid. The ringing becomes louder as I fumble through tissue paper. I cover my mouth with a gasp when I see a box, nestled in the paper, with a cellphone inside, and it begins ringing again. Slowly, I pick it up and laugh when I swipe the front and see a picture of Josh then put it up to my ear.

  “This is too much, Josh.” I hear his laughter on the other end and I sigh. God, I miss him.

  He stops and sighs. “It’s not enough. I miss you. Can I see you again tonight? Please?” Damn! I wish I hadn’t called in to work.

  “I have to work tonight. I’m sorry.” It’s quiet but I can hear his breathing and can imagine him on the other end. “Josh, look. The flowers are lovely, our night last night…. It was beyond amazing but….” What do I say? I’m so confused. I don’t want to be selfish but I also don’t want him to lose his job. “Maybe we should take a step back.”

  “Em….”

  “I don’t want you to lose your job over me, Josh. It’s not fair. I can’t do that to you. I won’t. I’m scared, confused. I also know that you mean more to me than anything. Can’t you understand?” Tears are flowing down my face now. My insides are knotting with the thought that I wouldn’t see him again, hold him in my arms, or kiss those full lips.

  “Emma. I…. Nothing means anything to me without you. Don’t you understand? I will respect your wishes but know that I’m always here for you. Always. I wish you wouldn’t do this. A job is just a job but you, you’re…. you’re everything. Don’t you know that?” I can hear the quaking in his voice and feel worse than I already do.

  “Please, don’t make this harder than it already is. Bye, Josh.” I end the call and lay the phone on the counter, cover my face with my hands and sob. I feel like my life is over, but I know even though this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, I did the right thing.

  My head is killing me by the time I get to the bar. I feel numb, in a fog. “Girl, you look worse than I’ve ever seen you and that’s saying a lot. Are you okay, honey?” Tina comes behind the bar, putting her hand on my shoulder.

  “No. But I will be. It just may take me the rest of my life.”

  “Oh, honey.” I turn, and she hugs me. I lay my head on her shoulder and try to keep the tears away. It doesn’t help. “You know I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything and you know I won’t say a word.” I nod against her shoulder and sniff then pull back and try to smile.

  We are slammed all night, and I feel like I could pass out by the time we are cleaning up. A storm has been raging outside all night. Talk of flooding has been spreading, the thunder so loud at times you could hear it over the music. “You gonna be okay getting home, Em?” Randy calls over as I finish wiping down the counter. I look up and smile, nodding.

  When I walk out the backdoor, the rain pelts me, hard. I can barely see my car. By the time I reach it, I’m drenched. I get in, the door squeaking in protest as I shut it. I start it and it sputters, shakes and dies. “Great!” I try again and it finally starts. I buckle my seatbelt and hear my phone ring in my purse. Josh. He’s the only one that has my number, of course. I fumble finding it and finally get it to my ear.

  “Emma. It’s horrible outside. Let me come get you. Please?” He sounds out of breath and sad.

  “I’m fine, Josh. I can get home but thank you.”

  “You’re so stubborn. Let me help you. Let me at least do that much.” Now he sounds frustrated, and I feel bad.

  “Look. It’s just rain. I’ll call you when I get home, okay?” I end the call, dropping the phone back in my purse and look over my shoulder as I pull out of the parking space. I turn and drive out of the lot, stopping to look both ways. On the way home all I can think about is him, squinting as the wipers brush the heavy amount of rain across the windshield. Why can’t things be different? Why can’t things ever go right for me? I finally find the perfect man, one that loves me and wants to be with me and that can’t even go right. I just want a happy life. Is that so much to ask for? Hope for? I take a deep breath, my heart racing from the invisibility and the water that’s standing on the road as I drive slowly through it.

  I’m now a few blocks from my apartment and start to breathe a little easier. I can’t wait to take a shower, get warm in my sweats and get in my bed. There’s a ton of water standing on the road as I turn onto the street before mine and I look around seeing there’s no way around it. Shit. I press on the accelerator hoping I can give it enough gas to get through it but as I start to plow through my car stalls. “Great!” I whisper as I hit the steering wheel. I try to start the car several times. Nothing. I look down and dig for my phone again. Maybe Randy can come get me outta this. He doesn’t live that far.

  I smile when I find it and hold it up. The phone goes flying and my eyes widen in confusion when my car starts turning. My body is jolted as I look around. My head is snapped back against the head rest, I gasp when I’m bolted against the door. Darkness.

  “Miss. Can you hear me?”

  “Josh.”

  “We’re going to lift you. Don’t move. Can you hear me?”

  “Mom.”

  “Okay, guys. Be careful. Can you get her things in there?”

  The voices fade.

  “What?” My head is killing me. I can’t move my arm. What happened? I want Mom. Josh. I don’t want to be alone. My eyes open then close quickly, feeling swollen, my head hurts, my leg. Rain. The car won’t start. Where am I? The sounds of machines float around me. I feel a hand on my arm and try to turn my head but a groan comes out of my mouth instead.

  “Don’t move, sweetie. Just be still,” a woman’s voice speaks so I don’t move.

  “Mom,” my voice croaks, hoarse and dry.

  “She’s on her way, Em. Please stay still.” Josh. Is that Josh? It sounds like him. But how? “I know you’re confused. I’ll explain but right now, stay still. Here’s some water. Open.” I open my mouth, pull from a straw and cool water invades my mouth. God, that tastes so good. I start to cough, choke. My head wants to burst open. “Take it slow.” The straw is gone.

  “Josh,” I breathe.

  “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” I feel his hand squeeze mine, and I relax a bit. “God, I was so scared when I got a call. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

  My eyes finally open and I see the worry marring his gorgeous face. “What happened? Rain. My car got stuck. I can’t remember after that.”

  He reaches his other hand up to my head, smoothing some hair from my face, gently. “You have a pretty bad concussion. It’s no wonder you can’t remember. You also have a broken leg and your arm is pretty banged up. I guess you were thrown into the door and your head hit the window. Your seatbelt saved your life, Emma. Thank God. I…. I don’t know what I’d do….” Tears begin to flow down his face. I remove my hand from his and reach over, cupping the side of his face. His eyes close making the tears expel from his eyes harder.

  “Shhhh. It will all be okay now that you’
re here.” His eyes open. They’re red from crying and probably lack of sleep. I wonder if he’s been here the whole time. “How did you know?”

  “The hospital found your phone and called me. God, Em. It was the worst call of my life. They couldn’t tell me anything except you’d been in a car wreck. I didn’t know if you were alive or de…. I got here as fast as I could.” He takes my hand from his face and kisses it. Warmth envelopes me. “Please, don’t ever leave me again. I love you so much.” Tears form quickly in my eyes. How did I think I could ever live without him? Why would I even want to?

  “Never again, Josh. Never again.” He kisses my hand some more and then leans over kissing my lips, gently.

  “Don’t you know I don’t care what happens to me? A job. It’s just a job. I can get another. I can do anything as long as I have you,” he whispers. My heart is full, overpowering my headache, my injuries. How could I ever think to leave this man? This beautiful man. My eyes grow so heavy, and I start to blink slowly. “Go to sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you awaken. I will never leave you.” I think I nod, but I’m not sure. My eyes close. So heavy.

  § § § §

  I sit here watching her sleep. Her face is bruised, her eyes so swollen. A bandage is around her head. Her left leg is casted up to her knee, and her other leg bandaged where glass was embedded in her skin. I could have lost her. When the hospital called, I had barely fallen asleep. I’ve had such a hard time ever since I’d talked to her when she ended things with me. My heart was broken in two, shattered. I had thought I’ll give her some space, some time, hoping she’d know in her heart that we belong together. I was supposed to go over to Duke’s that night, practice for our gig next weekend, but I just couldn’t do it. I started feeling depressed, my heart heavy, so I got out my guitar and spent the entire night writing a new song. For her.