Page 6 of Hot For Teacher
“Bren,” she murmurs, her eyes changing, getting softer. Her hand no longer fiddling with the buttons on my jacket but sliding beneath it. Her palm presses against my chest where my heart thunders.
Sitting here with her this way, the two of us dangerously close, is a wicked bad idea. Since she has been staying here, I am becoming less able to hide what I feel. Sharing a space with her, being close with her this way, hearing her laugh or even listening to her records, it’s all becoming too much.
“A movie sounds good. Dirty Dancing is still at the theatre. You wanted to see that, right? I will make our popcorn even,” I tease, struggling to keep the mood light.
Only when she sighs and lays her head at my shoulder, the mood is anything but light. We talked a little bit about the divorce, how quickly it all happened, but I don't know how she is feeling about being a divorced woman at her age.
Truth be told, I am not sure how I feel about it. Whatever reason they got married, whatever was between them he just bailed on her. Just left one day knowing damn well Blair has no way to take care of herself. Frankly, I might be more upset over their divorce than she is.
“What is it?” I wonder when she doesn’t tease back or give me a laugh.
“This is weird. Being here with you. It’s weird, right? We were friends before.... everything. Then we just weren’t anymore. I never wanted to hurt you or your sister, Bren. I swear to you, I never wanted to betray you guys.”
“What the hell did we know, Blair? It ain’t our business. We were never not friends.”
“Yeah, we were,” her voice goes soft, so soft it is barely a whisper. “You...you asked me to prom. I... Bren, I lied to you. Iwas notseeing someone. Not your dad or anyone else. I just...”
“You just did not want to go with me, I totally got that. I was the weird kid hiding in the projection room, tagging along with his sister and her cool friends. I always knew that,” my voice sounds defeated but I don’t know that I believe anything I just said.
Bobbi and I were always close. People called us the Gallo Twins even though I am a year younger. We were always in the same classes, had the same friends, and shared the same interests. Bobbi was always different though—she always stood out while I tried to hide in the background.
My sister was always the star, I was just an extra.
“None of that is true,” Blair’s voice bellows as she sits up, turning to face me. “You were always one of us. None of us considered you some tag along, Bren. And prom...I was in a bad place. My mother got married and left me to take care of myself. I don’t.... Brenden, I don’t know how to take care of myself.”
Turning to her, I take her hands in mine. We have had a few of these talks since she moved in. Blair does not see herself the way I do. The way I know my sister does. Yeah, maybe my sister was always the shining star. But Blair was never just hiding in the background.
“I don’t believe that Blair. Deep down, I know you don’t either. You tell yourself that because your mother could never be you, babe. You were never like her. You took care of things here, you took care of my dad, of us.”
“I faked taking care of you guys. It was weird for all of us. I just...I wanted someone to take care of me, so I played a part.”
“You will always have someone who wants to take care of you. God, Blair you are brilliant, you are beautiful, you feel things like no one I know. You were never ashamed to laugh loudly or cry if you had to. Since dad took off, you kept yourself together. You never needed us. Never needed him.”
Blair rubs at her eyes with her fists, refusing to let go of my other hand. When she smiles at me, I can’t help the flip flop of my heart. I need to rein in how she makes me feel. How she makes me hope for something more. I have no right to feel what I do for her, and now is hardly the time to expect something from her anyway.
My father duped her then dumped her. I cannot sweep in from the wings to save her like some hero.
“Only some of that is true,” she replies at last with a laugh. “I am such a mess right now. Brenden, you have to promise me something, please?”
“Whatever you need, Blair,” my response is a little too fast but we both just smile.
“Don’t....don’t forget I do need someone. I always need someone. Don’t...promise you won’t just bail on me. I couldn’t take it from you again.”
Blinking at her in surprise, I give a slow nod. I am starting to think there is a lot more Blair is keeping from me. Besides telling me my father took off five months ago, we have not talked about a lot of things. Why was I the one she called, not Bobbi? Why was she so agreeable to move in here instead of me staying there with her for a while?
Mostly—why the hell do we keep flirting with each other?
Yesterday when I came home, she was fresh out of the shower, wearing my Van Halen shirt. It had been crumpled up on my bed, so she had gone into my room. Seeing her in it, knowing she had been in my bedroom, it turned me on. I had to take a quick, and very cold, shower, where I jerked off just thinking of ripping that shirt off her to get her bare and wet beneath me.
After my shower, she was waiting in my bedroom, lying across my bed. Still in just the t-shirt, I got an eyeful of her bare, plump ass as she listened to her Pat Benatar record. Seeing her in my bed, her ass bouncing as she sang her favorite songs, it felt like sweet, sinful torture.
I can’t forget Blair is—orwas—my stepmother, so wanting to bang her to the beat ofSex as a Weaponis wrong.
“I won’t, Blair, I promise. Let’s go see a movie, whatever you want.”
Blair lights up, then her expression changes. “Can we...can we maybe just stay home? We could rent movies at Blockbuster. You could make me the best popcorn in Pine Grove right here, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree too swiftly. “Yeah, we can do whatever you want.”
