Page 17 of Hot For Teacher
Before I could catch my breath, we heard kids laughing close to us. I was still inside her. Pulling out of her, I completely lost it. I dove into the water as if it could wash away what we had done beneath that pier. Including her telling me she loves me.
When I come back out of the water, she is sitting with the others on the big, bright towels spread out. It is later in the afternoon, so Bishop got a small bonfire going in the sand. As I join them, I feel how upset the girls are. Which means even if she did not tell them all that happened, they agree I fucked up.
“Wewentto the pier, Brenden.” Her voice is cold, her eyes dark as they stare at me. Oh yes, I fucked up.
Unaware of what might be going on, Drew, my best friend since I was in grade school, breaks out some beers, passing one to everyone. He takes over the conversation for a while before the girls join in, all of them talking about the summers we spent here in Heart Harbor.
Bishop hands out hot dogs on a stick to everyone, and the girls laugh about when they all worked at the food court. There is still tension in the air between Blair and I, but we drink some beers, roast some hot dogs, and have a decent night on the beach.
When it gets dark, we break it up to head to the motel. It’s a wicked cool motel with small, colorful cottages for each of us. It is always our favorite place to stay. Pulling up in front of the neon pink, flamingo themed cottage I chose for us, I start to turn to Blair to try to fix it.
Just as I do, she throws the door open and is out of the truck and pushing into our hotel room before I can. Cursing, I slam my hands on the steering wheel in frustration. I start to go in after her but decide against it. I really and truly fucked this up, after I swore I would never hurt her.
I wanted to be the one person in her life who never hurt her.
Pulling away from the motel with a screech of tire and spitting rock, I aim my truck back towards town. We came here to have a good time. To have fun together with our friends and not hide us being together. Now I am sure she thinks that even here, I can’t show her how I truly feel.
Heading for the pier, I park near the beach and climb out. I don’t go back to the beach, but head towards the boardwalk which is still lit up with all the shops and rides. Walking down the long pier, I move through happy couples holding hands, past families, all the way to the pier’s end.
Looking out over the water, I take a moment to think about what I am doing. What am I doing with Blair? Do I believe we can have something serious? Something solid the way I promised. Or am I just getting back at my father and her for how they betrayed me?
Am I fooling around with my stepmother to punish my dad?
Even thinking that doesn’t feel right. I was devastated when they got married not because my dad was trying to replace mom. Not because we were still morning mom, though we still do. We always will. I was broken by it because I had just started to believe Blair and I could be something.
“You were there,” I whisper to the dark skies. “Why did you let it happen? You could have stopped it, you could have said something.”
Turning from the pier, I walk back towards the beach, thinking about those questions. Why would I just stand there, knowing how I felt about her, and suspecting she felt something for me? And when the answer hits me, I stop walking to catch a breath.
“You never believed you could take care of her.”
I say it out loud as if it will make sense if I hear it. Blair was always seeking some semblance of safety. It was something her mother never gave her. Something her mother herself never knew. After they came to Pine Grove, Blair decided that she felt safe here at last.
We all knew her relationship with her mother was rocky. Once her stepfather passed, it got even worse. We were there for her, me, Bobbi, and Mandi, but that was never going to be enough. Not if I couldn’t even ask her out on a goddamn date.
Rushing back to the truck, I almost skid to a stop when Iseea shirt hanging in a shop window. It’s pink, her favorite color, with airbrushed hearts, and the words“I Love U”across the chest. Immediately Ithinkabout her favorite Go-Go's song,This Old Feeling, and it clicks for me. Seeing it as a sign, I rush inside the shop, asking them to add a little something.
Once they get the shirt perfect, I book it back to the motel, deciding it is now or never. We spent a hundred weekends here at Heart Harbor. Summer nights where we came so close magic before the sun rose. For this weekend in Heart Harbor, we will get our hands on that magic.
Back at the motel, I knock once on the door before trying the handle. Sighing in relief when it opens, I let myself in, calling out her name. I come up short when I see her lying on the big round bed in the middle of the room. Pink flamingos in humming neon frame the pink bed.
“Blair…babe, we need to talk.”
Her soft sniffle as she hides her face in the flamingo printed pillows makes my heart twist. I hate that I hurt her. That I was still so scared to just give her what she needs. What she has been seeking for so long.
“Go away!” Her muffled shout almost makes me laugh. Because yes, I upset her, I screwed up, still this is her at her drama queen best.
“I said once I won’t go away, babe. I meant it.”
Blair turns on the bed to scowl at me but I can see her lips twitching. I guess this is our first fight. I hope we don’t have many in our future, but if we do, we will get through them. I would put up with as much drama as she wants as long as we get through it.
“Well you just left, didn’t you?” She sasses, sitting up on the bed.
Seeing her sun kissed skin, bare except for tiny sating panties and a tube top that barely covers her full tits, I grin. Blair is a goddess. I still cannot believe she wants me, but she does. Even now, I watch her eyes slide over me, my cotton adidas shorts not hiding how hard I am, and my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin.
Hooking my hand in the hem of the shirt, I pull it up and off. Her chest rises fast, her teeth nipping at her skin. Palming my hard cock, I grin at her, laughing when she grants me the cutest giggle. Sitting back, she lets out a sigh, opening her arms to welcome me.
Going to her, I crawl between those open arms, pulling her long legs around me. I lay my head at her chest, pulling at her top to let her tits fall out. Again, she giggles and I laugh too, loving the playful dynamic between us.
