Page 20 of Hot For Teacher
Brenden takes care of me better than anyone else ever could. When I am struggling with classes, he will whisk me away to the arcade to play donkey Kong for hours. If I am cranky, he comes home with hot dogs on a stick and makes me laugh about all the hours we spent at the Pine Grove Galleria.
My husband knows just how to take care of me.
“Come on, bride,” he whispers against my ear as he pulls me away from the others. “Let them skate their hearts out. We have somewhere else to be.”
Letting him lead me from the skating rink, I don’t ask questions about where we have to be. I love being surprised. Loading me up in his new Mustang , he heads away from the beach, my favorite Go-Go’s album thrumming from the radio.
When he turns down a dirt road and I see the flickering of lights, I laugh. God, this man loves me. And I love him. Before we even pull into the joint, I can hear the familiar jingle of concession snacks welcoming us to the drive-in.
“Brenden, baby we’ve seen both these movies,” I tease as he pulls past the huge glowing marquee showcasing two of our favorite horror films.
“Oh, I know we have, babe. What we have not seen, is how hot it is to screw at the drive-in not as horny teenagers, but as horny husband and wife,” he teases with a sexy chuckle, turning towards me in the bed of the truck.
Before I know it, he has me in the back seat, spread out on the plush seats. His hands pull at my top before pushing at my skirt. I grasp the vest of his casual suit, yanking him close to kiss him silly. When his fingers brush over my bare sex, I giggle against his mouth.
“Baby,” he murmurs as he spreads me open, making a shuddering moan erupt from me. “No panties under your wedding dress? My little bad girl. God, I love you, Blair. I cannot wait to see you in the classroom. I always did have a thing for hot teachers.”
“Did you, now? All hot teachers?”
Brenden pulls back to watch me as he thrusts deep inside me in a fluid move. “No, babe. Just one teacher. I am hot for just one teacher, Blair. My wife. God, you really said yes to me. I really get to bang my hot teacher stepmom for the rest of my life?”
“Eww, gross! Don’t call me that while you…oh God. Yes! Don’t stop, baby. I like it just like that,” I whimper as he thrusts hard, slow, rocking the little Mustang.
“Tell me you love me,” he groans against my ear, rubbing rough fingers at my clit. “Come on my cock like a good little wife, and tell me you will love me forever, my little hot teacher.”
“I will. Oh, yes! I love you, Brenden. Forever and ever!”
We spent all night at the drive-in. They showed two of our favorite horror films, not that we watched a single moment of them. We were too busy making love like two horny teens who had just gotten married.
Epilogue
Brendan
One Year Later...
Watching movies was always magical to me.
Living a life better than the movies, that is pretty magical too.
When my father remarried after my mother passed, of course I was upset. We were still adjusting to life without her. Another woman in our home was hard on us. It being the girl I was in love with made it harder.
In the movies, the nerd who hides out in the dark room or dimly lit projection rooms never gets the girl. He might kill the girl, and her jock boyfriend with her, but he never gets the girl. Of course, I never expected to get the girl—not a girl like Blair Scott, head cheerleader, prom queen, and the girl of every guy in Pine Grove’s dreams.
This nerd got the girl—and he got her forever.
Grinning as I watch my wife reading her favorite book, Charlotte’s Web, to her students. They watch her with awe, completely under her spell. Her voice is soft and soothing, her bright smile calming their chaotic souls.
It is the last day of school on her first year as a teacher. Once she finished her degree, she jumped in both feet. Blair is the most popular third grade teacher in Pine Grove Elementary. Not just the kids love her. So do all the other teachers, Nurse Cranston, and even Principal Smoot.
Watching her become a teacher, not just get the degree but truly embrace her role, it just made me love her even more. Few of us get to do what we love to do for a living. Blair once doubted she could do anything but be a wife. The truth is she could be a teacher, a best friend, a sister, and a ton of other things.
Being my wife is the most important role she plays.
“Hi Mr. Gallo!” Greeted with a thunderous hello, I laugh as the kids swam me to say hello and give high-fives.
To them I am just a husband. Just the guy who comes by to see his wife every chance he gets. Sometimes I am also the guy who brings the best popcorn in town or shows them cool movies their parents won’t let them watch. I only did that once.
To Mrs. Gallo…I am everything. Just the way she is my everything. Blair grins at me as she sashay’s my way, the kids rushing past us as the bell rings. We meet in the middle of the room, standing on her huge apple rug where she reads to the kids every single day.
