Page 18 of Hot Four Teacher
“I’m just outside of town. I moved here to take a job at one of the schools.”
Michelle randomly sneezes, and her hand accidentally knocks over her drink. We both quickly reach toward the glass to turn it right-side-up.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I’m a total klutz.”
“No worries,” I say, wiping up the little that spilled.
“So, what brings you out tonight?” She asks. “Were you just hoping that a crazy woman would proposition you?”
“Uh, duh,” I joke. “No, I was just having dinner with my buddy who was in town.”
“I hope all my weird staring didn’t scare him off.”
I smile. “Not at all. He has an early flight tomorrow and wanted to get some sleep. What about you? Why’d you come out tonight? Do you love country and western themed bars?”
“Not even a little bit.” She laughs. “But the only other bar close to here is Andre’s, and that one is owned by my parents. I hardly ever go out, so when I finally decide to let loose, I don’t want to have my mom staring at me.”
“Fair enough.” As I look at her, I decide to say, “I have to ask you something. Why is that a woman as pretty as you hasn’t gotten laid in so long?”
“Honestly?” She asks, eating the pineapple out of her drink.
I nod.
“I’ve sort of given up on the whole idea of men. They just continually let me down. No offense.”
I jump in to say, “None taken. We can be a real problem.”
“When I used to date, the sex stuff was never anything to write home about, so it wasn’t worth all the heartache.”
“I get it,” I tell her. “I apologize for my gender. And I’d like you to know that not all men are like that. Some of us actually believe that sex should be enjoyable for both parties.”
Before wrapping her lips around the straw, she says, “I may need you to prove that to me.”
She quickly sucks down the rest of the liquid before saying, “And look at that. I just finished my drink.”
Joking, I ask, “Do you want another one?”
“No. Uh, I mean no thank you. I was thinking we could just…”
Her voice trails off as she second-guesses her words.
“I’m just kidding, Michelle.”
Relief washes over her features. “Oh, okay. So, do you want to get out of here? Maybe go back to my place?”
I mull it over a little. Do I want to take her home and make her come? Fuck, yes. But I also can’t help but feel like I would be taking advantage of the situation. I’m not sure how much she’s had to drink, but I’d imagine it’s quite a lot. I don’t want to be something that she regrets in the morning.
Then again, my cock would still be happy even if I was a regret.
At this point, I’m unsure of how this night is going to end, but one thing I do know is that I want to make sure that Michelle gets home safely.
“Let’s go,” I tell her.
Standing from the table, I hold out my hand for hers. She looks at it like she’s confused before reaching out to grab it. Gently, pulling her to her feet, I begin to lead her through the crowded bar.
When we get to the front door, I hold it open, so she can walk through. With her in front of me, I can see how great her ass is. I love all parts of a woman, but one with some hips I can grab ahold of drives me absolutely insane.
As we walk toward my truck, she asks, “Should I be worried that I’m going to be the next subject of a true crime documentary?”
