Hot For Teacher(158)
“Oh, you know the normal. Late nights, little sleep and going nowhere fast.” He laughs and as we reach my car, my head snaps to my left to see Mr. Tyler walking towards a black pickup truck.
“Oh! Look at the fresh blood! Fucking hot, sexy, and nice killer body. I wonder what he’d be like on his front and my dick in his….”
My eyes move quickly to Mr. Fast Pants and shift my stance, jetting my hip out and placing my hand on it. “I don’t think he’s gay, Layton.” I look back over to Mr. Sexy Bod and sigh. “At least I hope not,” I whisper.
“Keep your panties on, girl! He doesn’t look gay, but you never know what I can do to make him change his mind,” Layton states as he wiggles his eyebrows, and I burst out in laughter. “I’ll see you later, maybe at the bar tonight. I’m in need of a drink and to find another conquest. Later!” He gives me a quick kiss on my cheek, and as he walks off I look back over at Mr. Tyler and see he’s got his door open, leg halfway in and staring at me. I look at my car quickly open the door and get in. Time to do some horrible calculus homework and then get ready for my shift. Figures that class would start the first day with a boat load of homework, ugh!
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I watch her get into her little VW bug, and I swear I’m gonna have to situate my hard cock again. After teaching for the last four years at various schools, I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl affect me like this. There’s just something about her. Oh, she’s sexy there’s no doubt, but it’s something in her eyes and her mannerisms that’s got me all hot and bothered.
I get into my car pull out of my parking space and then start driving home. My own parking space and my new job, hopefully one I can keep until our band makes it big time. I’m meeting the guys at Duke’s place in about an hour for practice and don’t want to be late. All I’ve ever dreamed of is the band to make it big. For people to hear my music, get lost in it and for a woman who I can love and take care of. So far, none of that’s happened and why? Everyone in the band works full time jobs in order to pay bills, and the only women who want me, want me for my looks and because I’m in a band. They don’t care about me, the real me, wanting me for me. All they want is to be a groupie and want to get me in the sack. It’s just not happening. We have a gig at a bar we haven’t played before and so far the hype has been great. I talked to Randy, the owner, a few days ago, and he said people are already going crazy with us playing there this weekend. Let’s just hope the women there tone it down a little. Oh, don’t get me wrong, the screaming, the reaching out for me as I play is great and makes me even more determined to make it, but sometimes they do get a little carried away. There was one time a woman fainted right in front of the stage.
Once I’ve eaten and taken a shower, I head over to Duke’s. I park in the lot behind his small house and grab my guitar case from the floor board of the passenger seat. I walk into the front door, out to the side door and into his garage. Duke, Phillip, and Mark are already tuning up and say their ‘Heys’ as I get to the only vacant chair. Sitting down and opening the case, I pull out my pride and joy. “Hey, guys. You all psyched to play at Randy’s this weekend?”
Duke looks up and waggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, dude. I stopped by there the other night and the place is revved up about it, and you wouldn’t believe the hot number I spotted bartending. Man….” His hand is waving like it’s on fire, but I don’t think that’s the only thing heated. “She’s a real looker and she did have some fine ladies holding up that half shirt she was wearing. H.O.T!”
I chuckle looking down at my guitar as I start to tune it. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna ruin things at this bar too by going after the employees? Can we not find one place that we can play at without you ending our gigs there by trying to hump all their help?”
He laughs and beats on his drum. “Shut it. I can’t help it if I’m irresistible to the women in the bars we play at, including their employees. When you got it, you got it.” Phillip rolls his eyes as he strums a few chords on his bass guitar and Mark hits the wrong keys on his electric keyboard making me cringe with the sound.
“Okay, let’s get practicing or we’re gonna sound like shit and Friday will be the one and only night we play there. And one…. two…. three.” We all begin to play and get into sync quickly, our sound not wavering from not practicing the last couple of days. We end the night on a great note and smack hands as we all go our separate ways. Guess I better try to get some sleep with another day of classes tomorrow. I can’t wait until Friday gets here! I find I have a hard time falling to sleep as my mind fills with a blonde haired girl, sparkling blue eyes and a beautiful smile.