Page 2 of Hot For Teacher
Blair lets out a sob before she falls against me, burrowing her face in my chest. For a moment, I do nothing. I do not move. I barely breathe. Then my arms close around her as she snuggles closer. Inhaling her Love’s Baby Soft and cherry Twizzler scent, I close my eyes and hold her through it.
“I never knew,” I say softly, fussing with her hair. “I should have come by more. It was just hard after...after everything.”
“I totally wish you had come by. I miss you,” her admission stuns me for the second time today.
“How do you miss me? You barely know me,” I mutter bitterly.
“Not true,” she argues as she pulls back. “I know you, Brendan. You love working at the theater. You love your sister. You miss your mom as badly as I miss my dad,” her voice rises with every word until she softens, and tears fall down her face again.
“Don’t cry, Blair,” I plead, pulling her back to me gently. “I did not mean anything. I just meant.... I don’t know...” I trail off as I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
“Idoknow,” she sputters, pushing away again. Shooting to her feet, she paces as she continues ranting at me. “Neither of you wanted me here. Like both of youtotallythink I was using him. What a lame thing to think of me.”
Pushing to my feet, I stop her from pacing. I am totally touching her more than I ought to. Blair does not tell me not to. I want to be honest. I want to tell her she was right. We both hated them getting married.
Just not for the reasons she thought.
“He was no good for you, Blair,” I admit at last, heaving a sigh of relief that I said the words aloud.
Blair stares up at me, her cherry red lips forming an ‘o’ of surprise. I love my father. I respect how he stepped up after we lost mom. What I don’t approve of is him getting hitched to a girl young enough to be his daughter then just abandoning her once his fun was over.
“I have nowhere to go,” she whispers with those big eyes aimed up at me.
“Dad told you to stay, right?”
Her nod is meek, and I sigh because I hate that he upset her. To be honest, I hate that she cares enough about him to be upset. It pissed me off when they got married. I could take her turning me down for prom, but to get married to my father? It was too much for me to take.
“Yes, but like.... How could I stay here? Alone?”
When I hear how fragile she sounds, I make a decision I had no clue I would be making today. I am no saint or good guy. I am not a bad guy either. Right now, I am just a guy who is selfishly about to seize his opportunity.
“I could come back. Or I mean you could come stay with me for a while,” I offer, wanting to take the words back.Am I a dweeb? Why would she want me around after my dad totally abandoned her?
“You would do that? Let me stay with you?”
Blinking down at her in surprise when she pouts up at me, her eyes wide and pleading, I nod. Truth is, I would do anything for her. I always would have. What I should have done was told her how wrong it was to marry my father. I thought one day she might wake up and leave my dad, but even thinking it made me feel guilty.
A bad guy wanting something he shouldn’t.
Maybe I am the bad guy here. But maybe the bad guy is my father who married a young girl, was rarely home to be a husband to her, before he abandoned her. He might have been grieving my mother, but he should never have used one of his daughter’s best friends to do it.
“Yeah, sure I would,” I finally manage to answer, more aware of her little body pressed against mine. “Dad would want me to take care of you, don’t you think?”
Blair gazes up at me with her bright blue eyes, lifting a shoulder in an indifferent gesture. “Wouldyouwant to take care of me? I am a mess right now, Bren. I... I don’t know what I am doing now. I think,” her voice trails off as she bows her head, “I think getting married was a mistake. For both of us. I can’t blame him for leaving...who wants to take care of someone like me?”
Something flames in my chest when she asks this, looking up at me with a pitiful smile. Whowouldn’twant to take care of her? Blair is smart, sweet, and a total Betty. No one in school ever had a chance with a babe like her.
“You have known what you were doing since we were in junior high, Blair,” I remind her gently. “A teacher. You used to talk about how much you wanted to be like your fourth-grade teacher. I remember you said you used to stay after school sometimes just to spend more time with her, because she was such a radical teacher.”
Blinking up at me, she flushes, playing with the buttons on my color block shirt. Standing in the middle of the living room, we are being totally inappropriate. I am holding her close, my hands dangerously close to her ass. Her tits rub against my chest, and I can barely hold back my hard-on.
Inappropriate or not, neither of us move. Now that I can feel how soft she feels against me, how sugary sweet she smells, I forget all about being proper. When she keeps toying with the buttons on my shirt, biting her bottom lip, I am struck with what is going on.
My stepmother is flirting with me.
“How do you remember that?” she murmurs, tracing circles around the button she keeps toying with.
Taking a deep breath, I decide I am fine with going to hell. I hear there might be good company down there. Letting my hands drift just a bit lower on her back, I urge her a little closer.
