I wanted to save it up for Monday

I dried off after stepping out of the shower, the fabric of the towel inside my ear as my finger wobbled quickly to get the wet earwax out of it, and the water that found its way inside.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time and went to my room, looking down at my phone and smiling as I remembered the old video I thought about on the drive home. I almost sent it to her then, but the timing wasn’t right. She wouldn’t be as relaxed as she probably was now, at 1:36 AM, with the events of the day safely in her rearview mirror.

I pictured the whole scene in my head. After I left, she probably went back to being Suzie Homemaker, obediently and happily spending time with her man, listening him to drone on about whatever bullshit interested him while she made him dinner, telling herself that everything was fine. It happened again, but that’s okay. It won’t happen again. I’ll be strong next time. Yes, dear. No, dear. I love you babe. I love you more, my king. Laughing at what I imagined were lame jokes with watered down, family-friendly language and then discussing what they'd do after church tomorrow, knowing full well he’d probably be planted on that living room couch with a gaming headset on while she busied herself, trying not to act disappointed that that was her future, while thoughts and memories of a particular student of hers sent a thrill up her spine.

That was it, with that guy, Laura. As good as it gets. Have fun coming in second to a video game.

I suddenly wondered if I could get her to blow me in church, imagining sneaking off somewhere just out of view, or even finding a spot in the back and just pushing her head down into my lap. Or playing with her pussy, or even her ass, as the rest of the churchgoers sang or danced with snakes or did whatever the fuck they did at her church. I smirked at the thought.

He’d never be that bold.

I was dying to get my dick inside her. I knew it would be some time before she was comfortable enough to let me fuck that pussy. Comfortable wasn’t the word. I guess, open enough to the idea is a more apt description. She’s proven to me that I could make her do whatever the fuck I wanted. But she’d never really be completely down with that. Not yet. This last week, I’m sure it’s at least entered her mind, especially since I tried to already. My cock was right there, ready for me to make her a woman. I know she’s ready, but she’s not ready.

Not with all those years of upbringing and having it **** fed to her and her like-minded friends by parents and parents of friends and church and God and His threat of eternal damnation ingrained in every fiber of her body and soul, if you believe that kind of thing.

She does.

And that’s fine. It’s whatever. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Just because I don’t buy into any of that shit doesn‘t mean someone else wasn’t allowed to. My Mom did, and she was a relatively normal person.

I wonder how Miss Laura really feels about me. Can she switch it off after I leave, and pretend what we do doesn’t really affect her? It affects me, I know that much. She’s all I think about.

I wanted to be fresh in her mind. Always. Wanted her to think about me when I wasn’t there. To be secretly looking forward to seeing me.

So I texted her, smiling as I reread it.

Thinking about you

Did he send her texts like that? I doubt it. The only one I saw was him asking her to pick up dinner on the way home.

No I missed you today text.

How was your day.

I can’t wait for you to get home.

I’m coming to pick you up and take you to dinner.

None of that.

Just…’hey, don’t forget to bring me something to eat.’

Hell of a guy.

But at least she had me.

As inappropriate as our relationship was, she had to enjoy the attention I gave her, at least on some level. Right?

I looked down at my phone and smirked when ‘Read’ appeared under my text.

Apparently, she did enjoy it. If she didn’t , she wouldn’t have even looked twice at her phone when my number lit up her screen. I have to admit. Doing all this in secret, behind his back…it was such a thrill. Exciting. The danger that we could be caught. The knowledge that I knew her on such an intimate level while he blissfully went on about his day, each each day completely oblivious to the possibility that at any moment after school she could be on her knees with her 18 year old student’s dick in her mouth. Her student’s face buried in her ass. My cock inside her…

Fuck.

Maybe he was aware. Shit, can you imagine? That he knew? He knew, and didn’t do shit about it? Wouldn’t that be just like him, though? Nah, he couldn’t know. There was no way. We were careful. This morning was a close call, but unless he knew what pussy smelled like, which I highly doubt, there was no way. I knew what it smelled like, though. What hers smelled like. I smiled, my left hand sliding down to my dick.

Looks like I’m not going to save it up for Monday, after all.