Page 11 of Hot Four Teacher
As she walks away, I mutter, “We didn’t even tell her what we wanted.”
Liz replies, “I don’t think she cares.”
“Lord, she’s going to get something crazy.” Leah giggles.
Liz looks at me. “You really do look great. I’m loving the jeans.”
“Thanks. Ronnie insisted I wear them because they show off mydump truck.”I put the last two words in air quotes.
Liz’s brow furrows. “What the hell is a dump truck?”
“Apparently, it’s my big ol’ ass,” I reply.
“Of course,” she chuckles.
Ronnie and I both share the trait of a big ass. But the main difference is that Ronnie is curvy all over. I’m a bit more pear-shaped. I don’t have much in the way of boobs where she has more than enough to go around. I have a little bit of a belly and then widen into all hips and ass. It’s not bad, but I’m definitely more bottom-heavy.
All of the Lawson siblings are kind of like the same words but in different fonts. Our dad is Greek with dark hair and brown eyes. Since our mom is blonde with blue eyes, her genes kind of got lost in the mix.
Liz is almost six feet tall, thin, and has crazy, kinky curls. Then, I have straight hair that’s slightly lighter than everyone else’s but still dark, small boobs, and a big ass. Ronnie is curvy in all the right places with long wavy hair. And Jo, the youngest of the brood, is thin and has long straight hair.
Oh, and there’s Dylan, Ronnie’s twin, who is the definition of a Greek heartthrob.
So yeah…same words, different fonts.
Leah says, “I wish I had a dump truck.”
Liz replies, “You could get one of those BBL’s.”
“What’s a BBL?” I ask.
“A Brazilian butt lift,” they answer in unison.
“Look, ladies,” I say, still not quite sure what all a BBL entails. “To operate a dump truck like mine, you have to be properlylicensed.”
We all start laughing when Ronnie returns. She’s carrying one of those large fishbowl things filled with neon blue alcohol and four straws. And she’s not alone. A guy is following behind her, carrying a tray with a ton of plastic cups.
After setting down the fishbowl, Ronnie turns to grab the tray. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet James. James, this is Michelle.”
It’s becoming more clear why she had James tag along.
The guy who barely looks old enough to drink gives me a crooked smile as his eyes fall on my low-cut top.
“Nice to meet you,” he says.
“Uh, you too,” I reply, having no idea what to say.
Thankfully, the bartender yells at him to get back to the bar.
“See you later,” he says with another smile.
When he’s gone, I turn my attention to Ronnie. “Care to explain? He was a little young, don’t you think?”
“Number one, young guys have excellent stamina. And number two, I didn’t actually expect you to hook up with him. I was proving a point.”
“What point is that?” I ask.
“Did you see the way he looked at you? You’re hot as hell.”
