Hot For Teacher(180)

I grab my hard length, priming it, stroking it up and down. Not that it needs much help as I stare at her. She lays down, and I watch her remove her jeans along with her lacy panties, and I pump harder, faster. Damn! She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I climb onto the bed in between her spread and waiting legs. She shakes, eagerly. Her hips buck trying to capture what she needs, what she desires. I don’t hesitate and push inside her fast, hard. She moans. Her fingers reach up into my hair and tugs. My favorite thing she does. Okay, one of them.

I suck on her nipple, peaking it, wetting it, while I reach down between us and start rubbing her clit. She moans again, her hips hitting mine hard. She cries out my name as she reaches her climax, so sweet on her lips. I follow behind her yelling out her name, reverently. Once I pull out and clean us both up, I return to bed bringing her in my arms. Her breathing evens out soon, the warmth hitting my chest, and I close my eyes, knowing I’m the luckiest son of a bitch who walks the earth.





Epilogue


I’m not nervous at all even with the crowd in front of me. I reach out and shake the Dean’s hand and smile. I turn around holding up my degree and cheering ensues. I look out and see Josh, Randy, Layton, Tina and Mom standing in their row screaming and clapping, along with all the guys in the band. I can’t believe I finally have my business degree!

I still have a small limp after getting my cast off a few months ago, but I feel so much lighter without it. That doesn’t stop Josh from picking me up and carrying me to his truck over his shoulder once we make our way through the crowd. “I can walk now you know.” I giggle as he sets me gently onto the passenger seat. He leans down kissing me hard.

“I know. But in your condition you need to be careful,” he says wiggling his eyebrows. I giggle again.

“I’m pregnant not some delicate flower, baby. I can still walk.”

I watch him shut the door, and my eyes follow him around the truck and into his seat. He starts it up and looks behind him as he backs out. “I know. But you and our baby are precious cargo.” His head turns to me as he pulls out. “Can’t be careful enough.”

My heart swells with his words and love. We had announced the pregnancy last month after we visited Mom and told her first. She was so happy and excited but said she’s too young to be a grandmother. We don’t care whether it’s a boy or girl, but secretly I think he really wants a boy. He is a man after all. We plan on getting married next month with just close friends, and we close on our new house tomorrow. Josh and the guys finished their first CD, and it’s already made it to number one on the charts and is still there. I’ve become their accountant, having my degree and all, but I still loathe math. Josh just laughs at me and says he’ll help me. Such a sweet man.

We arrive at Randy’s after graduation. We sit down at a table and watch all our friends and my classmates coming in to celebrate. Laughter falls all around us, along with chatter and the clinking of glasses. I’m so happy right now I could bust, but I have so much to be thankful for. I look over at Josh, who’s sitting beside me with his hand on my leg talking to some classmates, and my mom is sitting on his other side. I watch him as he talks about our baby. How he felt the baby kick last night and how he can’t wait to hold our baby for the first time.

“So, I’ll be over early in the morning to help you all move. I love your house and love what you did inside. You should be an interior decorator, Em.” I turn my head still smiling and feeling so many emotions as I look at Tina. “Do you have enough people to help tomorrow?”

I nod; my smile can’t get any bigger. “Yes, Duke and all the guys are helping. Mom and Randy and even Burke are coming to help too. Can you really get up that early?” She smacks my shoulder lightly and laughs.

“Only for you, girlfriend. Only for you.”

The next morning I get frustrated when Josh tells me I’m not to lift anything. From behind me, he whispers in my ear how much he loves me. His hand is in between my thighs. His hard length pressed against my bottom and I melt in his warmth, his love. “I can pick up just small things. You worry too much, my darling.”

I roll over throwing my leg over his, my hand on his chest rubbing and making circles with my finger. He rolls us over again hovering above me, his strong arms holding him up on either side of me. His mouth closes around mine, and I moan. I’m lost in the feeling, the touching. Him. I close my eyes as he enters me, filling me. It never changes. He still takes my breath away, and I know it will always be this way.