Page 9 of Hot For Teacher
Brendan
People make stupid mistakes every single day.
One stupid mistake can change a person’s life. Chad Bucks talking about the girl I was in love with sure ruined his life. When I found him alone one night and he started talking about her, knowing how I felt about her, I did not hold back when I got my hands on him. And if I get my hands on my father, it might be the same story all over again.
Stefan Gallo took advantage of a young girl for his own gain. To look like a doting father who wanted his kids to have a mother at home. Too bad for him he chose the girl I loved. His walking out on her was the best thing he ever did for me, and for her.
Hearing her swear their marriage was little more than an agreement between lonely people both enrages and relieves me. For two years, Blair was a doting wife. There to make meals, even if she was an awful cook, decorate for Christmas or Halloween, and take care of things at the house.
Blair did what any good wife does for her husband.
From what I can tell, her husband did little of whatsheasked. All she wanted was a place to call hers. Something she had never known before, thanks to her mother. Just when Blair believed they had found one here in Pine Grove, her stepfather passed, causing her mother to bail. All the people in her life have failed her.
“I am not him,” I whisper now, breathing in her sweet scent as we stand in the darkness of my bedroom. I need her to know I won’t ever let her down. I won’t ever walk out on her or look for something more. How could I ever want more than her?
“What do you mean, Bren?” Her mouth is soft, moving against mine because I am pressed so close to her, we are breathing together. I lower my head more, brushing my mouth against hers softly.
“I wouldneverabandon you, babe,” I whisper, lifting a hand to cup the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her blonde waves. “Whatever promises I make you, I will keep. I am not him. Do you trust me?”
Blair’s eyes flash in the dim light of the afternoon, her body trembling against mine. Unable to help myself, I let my other hand slip around her waist, pulling her so close there is nothing between us. Filling my lungs with her sweet scent, I dip my head lower, nose touching hers, lips brushing against her soft mouth.
“Yes, Bren,” her words are panted out in a hot breath. “I trust you.”
“I won’t ever hurt you, babe, never. I swear to you, I will never walk away from you. Not ever.”
“I hurt you,” her voice trembles, hands coming up to cradle my face softly. “I never meant to, Bren. I was just so afraid of being on my own.”
“You won’t ever have to be on your own, Blair. I promise. You could do it, babe. I know you could. You don’t need my dad or me to take care of you. I want to, babe, if you want me to. If you would let me.”
Blair’s eyes flash again, this time with heat. With a look I have never seen before. One I wished to see aimed at me a thousand times. The hand at her waist slips beneath her midriff top, my breath catching when I touch the satin of her bra. My hand tangles tighter in her hair, tipping her head further back, exposing her slender neck, her gaze growing hotter.
Lowering my head slightly, I brush my mouth over hers. Soft. Slow. My tongue slips out, tracing the sweetness of her full lips. Blair moans, her hands coming to the back of my neck. Pushing my tongue into her mouth as I seal my lips to hers, I groan at how perfect she tastes.
Beneath her top, my hands move up, palms cupping her satin covered tits. Her nipples rub against the fabric as she moans against my mouth. Hooking my fingers in the cups, I tug at them, grunting as her tits spill from the silky bra, nipples pebbled against my palms.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I press kisses down her jaw, her throat, and across her collar. Her fingers pull at my hair, urging me closer. My hands go to her waist, and I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around me. I pin her to the door with my hips, groaning when she twists her hips, rubbing against my hard cock.
“Blair,” I growl her name, hands full of her soft, round tits, my tongue tasting the skin at her throat.
“Shh, don’t stop, Bren. Please, Goddon’t stop,” she begs, her hips rolling again to rub against my hardness.
“I won’t, babe, not till I make you come,” I whisper against her throat.
This is a bold statement because I have never made anyone but myself come. I have read enough Hustler and watched enough skin flicks that I think I can figure it out. Or at least, I hope I can. Boasting that I can make her come when I have dreamt about nothing else for years is a little cocky.
Spinning with her in my arms, I stumble a few feet, thankfully landing us both on the bed. Blair laughs and I do too, even if I wish that had been smoother. Seeing her lying in my bed, skin flushed, hair wild, I am so hard it hurts. That can wait for later.
“Take off your top for me,” I tell her, ignoring how desperate my request sounds. Pushing up on her elbows, she grins at me, rolling the tiny top up, and then ripping it off. Tossing it behind me, she falls back, laughing again as I am mesmerized by the bounce of her full, round, perfect tits.
“God you’re perfect,” I groan the words, reaching down to tug at my jeans enough to let some pressure off. “Leave that bra on, just like that. I’m going to take the rest off, babe.”
“Bren,” she whispers shakily as I start to fumble with her shorts. “Have you thought of this, us this way, before?”
“Just about every single night, Blair,” I tell her, kissing her bare thighs as I pull her tiny shorts down and off. “Have....did you ever think about me this way? Doing this to you?”
“God, yes,” she moans, arching her back as her thighs fall open. Her pussy is bare, pink, with just a strip of blond curls. I swallow hard as I stare at it, my cock jerking in my jeans. God, it’s even prettier than I dreamed.
“You ever touch your pussy, babe? While you thought about me?”
