Page 15 of Hot For Teacher
Bobbi came over to our place last night to see me. We grabbed some fuzzy navel Bartels & James and sat out on the back patio just the two of us. I unloaded everything. I admitted getting married was a mistake, one I am not proud of and one I want to make amends for.
“And... I mean...I am sure you know how I feel about Brenden. How I... howI alwaysfelt about him, if I am being honest with myself.”
“Yeah, babes, I knew. If I was a heinous bitch about you and dad, it was always because of that. Because I knew how he felt. I thought...I mean, I know both of you, and that summer you two seemed so happy.”
“We were. I was. It was the happiest I had been since my stepfather died. I felt like myself again. Myreal self, you know? Like, not the preppy cheerleader who hung out with the jocks. Stupid societal stuff got in our way.”
“Don’t you mean people considered you cooler than my brother?”
Wincing when she said it, I emptied my fuzzy navel before I grabbed another. Her accusation was not wrong. We had gone back to school and slipped into the bullshit roles kids in high school play. Roles we could have given up but instead hid behind.
“Stefan...your father,” I hid my flushed face as I admitted the truth about our marriage. “He was alone, I was alone. I truly believed I could not stand on my own two feet. One night I was at your place, I came to talk to you. He saw how upset I was, he let me talk about it all. By the time we were done talking, we had decided it made total sense for us to get married. At the courthouse I couldn’t even look at Brenden. It felt wrong from the start.”
Bobbi and I talked for hours last night. It felt so good to talk to her again, to be honest with her about it all. I might make foolish choices sometimes, but I think that is just a part of life. What we learn from those choices is what matters the most.
Brenden is the right choice for me—he would have always been the right choice.
“Oh, babe, want to get a snow cone at that joint on the pier?” Brenden asks, shaking me from my thoughts.
Grinning at him as he pulls into a spot near the beach, I nod. Beside me, Bobbi laughs, pinching me playfully. Seeing us be cute together has her laughing this entire ride up to Heart Harbor. Being able to be with him this way, with her knowing about it, has made this thing much more real.
“Yes! Used to be one of my favorite spots on the pier.”
Brenden seems proud to have remembered this, but the truth is, it has become clear to me he knows me better than anyone. He knew how much I wanted to be a teacher. How giving up on that to become a wife had bothered me. He knows my favorite records, how much I love working at the mall where we all had such good times, and how I am still jealous of his crush on Mandi, Bobbi’s other best friend.
Parked at the beach, we spot not just Mandi waiting for us—I suggested Bobbi invite her because I need to get over that jealousy—but her husband, Bobbi’s fiancé Bishop, and even Drew, Brenden’s best friend. It is the whole gang back together again, here to have a fun weekend at the beach.
“Oh,my lanta, Blair, you look wicked good!” Mandi shouts as we meet up with her on the sand. Before I can say she does too, her arms wrap around me, as she whispers in my ear. “Brenden looks happier than I have ever seen him. I know he will be so good to you, you two will be so totally happy!”
Stunned by her words, I glance back at Brenden, catching him watching us with a huge grin on his face. His eyes stay on me, not her, even with her in a sexy neon two piece bathing suit, looking stunning. I let out a breath when he winks at me, making me flush. Yeah, whatever jealousy I thought I had, she just erased it in one hushed whisper.
“He makes me happier than I deserve to be, after what I did.”
Mandi blinks at me as the hug ends, her bright blue eyes locking on me. Reaching out, she brushes some of my wild hair behind my ear. Shaking her head, she leans close once more, shocking me again. “No one cares about it, babes. It was just something that you did. It is not you.”
Bowing my head, I nod, blown away by how forgiving my friends have been. Brenden comes up, winding his arms around me from behind. The others rush off towards the beach, where Bishop and Noah have set out huge, neon towels to claim a spot on the sand.
“I needed this,” I whisper to Brenden as we sway in the warm breeze, watching our friends. “I punished myself for a long time about getting married. It was a mistake. This,” I pause as I turn in his arms, linking my around his broad shoulders. “This is not a mistake, Brenden. We are no mistake or bad choice I made.”
“No, babe, how could this, as good as it feels, how could it ever be a mistake? A bad choice. It’s not, Blair.”
“Come on, baby,” I purr at him, lifting on my toes, “take me to get a snow cone. After that, I want to make out under the boardwalk.”
We might be grown adults, but we spend the afternoon swimming, splashing, and diving into the calm waves. The guys even got a game of chicken going, all of us on their shoulders as we playfight. It will go down as one of the best days of my life, with the best people in my life.
“Come here,” Brenden murmurs against my ear as I am splashing water at his sister. “You mentioned making out under the boardwalk.”
Laughing with him, I let him pull me from the water, ignoring the teasing we get from the others about going off to be naughty. I had just been kidding earlier of course. Once we got beneath the darkness of the boardwalk, I realized he was serious.
“Brenden,” I whisper in a hush after he pins me to a damp column, kissing at my throat, my jaw, and across my collar. When he tugs at one side of my low cut one piece, his hot mouth closing around my stiff nipple, I moan. Thoughts of being proper go out the window. Once he gets his mouth on me, I forget myself, I forget everything but sensation.
“How many times have we come here, babe? You in this sexy suit, these perfect tits bouncing while we fooled around in the water. God, you look so hot in the sunshine. It makes you shine,” he murmurs against my breast as he suckles at the aching nipple, his fingers pulling at the other side of the suit.
My top falls down, the straps hanging at my arms. I wouldn’t care if someone caught us, not when his magic mouth is sucking at my skin. Teeth scraping at my nipples, sending volts of sweet electricity to my clit. I rub against him, reaching boldly between us to grasp his cock through his shorts.
“Bren, baby, I don’t want to make out,” I whimper, pushing at his shorts, “it’s not enough. I need you inside me.”
Brenden pulls back, glancing around quickly. We back up into the darkness the boardwalk provides. He pushes at his shorts, his cock bouncing out, thick and hard. I start to go to my knees because I know he loves when I suck him, but he shakes his head. Lifting me, he pins me to another column, grinning as my legs wrap around him.
