Page 49 of Hot Four Teacher
But she replies with, “Oh, come on, Dane. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
We both laugh, and a moment later, she has my t-shirt on. I look back at her, and somehow, she looks even better than she did before. While I loved the low-cut sweater, seeing a woman wear something that’s mine brings out a whole other primitive side of me. Immediately, my thoughts go totaking that t-shirt right back off to get to what’s underneath.
It’s not enough that her tits have been on display all night or that her ass looks incredible in her leggings, but now, I’m the most turned on that I have been ever since I picked her up.
My dick starts to come alive in my jeans, but I tell it to calm the fuck down. I’m not pressuring this woman into anything. As much as I’d love to take her to bed, I’m not in any hurry.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop thinking about ripping my t-shirt clean off of her body and bending her over to watch that big ass of hers bounce.
Michelle speaks and pulls me from my thoughts. “So, what do you want to do?”
“To be honest, I don’t have anything planned. I thought maybe you and I could just go for a drive.”
“Are you going to drive me out to the middle of nowhere and leave my dead body there?”
“What?” I ask, completely caught off-guard.
“Sorry. I’ve been watching way too much true crime lately. A drive sounds great.”
“I promise not to murder you,” I tell her with a smile.
As we start to drive, she asks, “So, do you always keep a spare shirt in your backseat?”
“Actually, yes. See that box back there?”
She looks into the backseat and nods.
“It’s kind of my emergency box. There’s a change of clothes, jumper cables, bottled water, shelf-stable snacks, a flashlight, and a few other odds and ends.”
“Wow. Were you a Boy Scout or something?” She giggles.
“A Marine. They always taught us to be prepared. Plus, I’m a bit of a worrier.”
“Well, tonight, I’m thankful for that. I felt ridiculous with pasta sauce all over my shirt.”
“Happy to help.” I smile at her. “And believe me when I say that you look wonderful, pasta sauce or not.”
She wiggles around a little in her seat, and it’s becoming more and more clear that she isn’t quite comfortable with compliments. Maybe she just hasn’t heard them enough. I sure as hell want to be the one to change that.
“Can I ask you something?” Michelle says.
“Of course.”
“Why’d you get divorced?” After asking the question, she adds, “Is that too soon to ask that question? If it’s weird, don’t feel like you have to answer.”
“No, I don’t mind.” I’m sure she’s asking to make sure that I’m not a cheater or something. Totally understandable. I’m just not exactly sure how to condense a very long story into a much shorter one.
After a deep breath, I begin. “Her name was Cassie. Well, I guess her name is still Cassie.”
Off to a smooth start, Dane.
“When I graduated from high school, I immediately knew I wanted to go into the service. I signedup the second I was able to. Basic training didn’t start for a couple of months, and in the meantime, I met Cassie. We were crazy about each other, and we both felt that two months wasn’t nearly long enough together. Long distance is almost always a terrible idea, but we thought that getting married would make things more stable.”
Michelle shoots me a look that makes me laugh. “I understand it wasn’t the brightest of ideas, but the two of us were a ball of hormones which clearly were overriding our critical thinking skills. After basic training, I was home for a short stint before being deployed overseas. Without that time, I don’t think we would have lasted nearly as long as we did. But it helped us connect and try to really cement our relationship.”
She asks, “Was it just too hard while you were deployed?”
“Actually, no. Cassie and I had a relationship built on the idea that we were never in the same place for very long. We had it down to a science. I’d be gone for months on end, and Cassie would hold down the fort. When I’d come home, we would have fun and reconnect, and then, I’d leave again. But when I left the service, it quickly became clear that neither of us really even knew the other one. After a decade, we had both changed. We weren’t those two horny kids anymore who believed in nothing but passion. We discovered that we wanted something more that we just weren’t getting from our relationship.”
