Parent-Teacher Day

Fucking Jack! I shout in my mind. I’ve been horny as fuck all week and his little show teased me into a frenzy. I fidget in my seat the whole way to work.

Parent – Teacher Day happens twice a year, but this will be my first. My first year as a full-fledge teacher will be the most important. A strong start is important, my father taught me that. Which is exactly why I’ve been so upset with Jack lately. He’s fucking up his start.

When I get to school, the parking lot is full as usual but with much nicer cars. With all the students having a day off, it will be weird to see the halls filled with parents.

The school is a prep-school to give students an edge in getting into higher tier colleges by taking an extra year to get ready. It’s really expensive, which accounts for my higher-than-average teacher salary, but I really liked the idea of working at a school that has more focus on each individual student. Getting my hands on these young men and women to help launch them into the world with that ever-important start.

I park my car and start my day in the teachers’ lounge. I turn the usual heads. Kevin Sholl, the chemistry teacher, Vince Pelman, economics, and of course, Principal Hector Vasquez. Most of the women have gotten past the jealous phase. It’s not my fault my body is what it is, but a couple still resent me for ‘flaunting’ what I have. They have no idea how hard it is to shop for my figure. Finding clothes that don’t strain at the chest verses being super baggy around the waist is not easy.

The rest of the day comes as a whirlwind of parents. Single women sit straighter across my table, married women scowl, married men find either the floor or the ceiling more interesting than how their child is doing, while all the single men flex every time they shift in their seats.

None of these men could handle me if they tried. Really no man can. Jack is my cute little beta bitch. If he wasn’t spiraling down the drain, I’d be breaking him in to more of my kinks. I’d written the map out already, this month is supposed to be where I start using butt plugs on him, and last month should have been getting him deeper into his foot fetish. The fact that he’s fucking it all up pisses me off. Maybe I should skip straight to whipping? The little shit deserves it.

My last parent hasn’t shown up and it’s ten past five already. I grab my things and head out. I lock the door but when I turn, I bump into a very solid but very soft cashmere sweater. I knock backward and my heel slips out from under me.

Strong hands grab my arm and waist. “Oh! Hey, I’m so sorry!” A deep, rich voice washes over me along with the smell of hard wood and cold rainwater.

My eyes widen to take in the large man holding me. His shoulders are so wide, his chest so expansive. Honey brown eyes peer down on over a confident smile. His granite jaw is covered by a light shadow. His dark hair is shaved on the sides but slicked back on the top, giving him a 20’s gangster look.

He pulls me up until my feet are under me, bringing me to face his chest. “You okay? I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Well, maybe you should.” I can’t think of anything better to say. My mind can’t get over how easily he caught me and lifted me back up. I’m not super heavy, but still, he didn’t show a hint of struggle.

“Yeah. You’re right. I’m running late and I was looking for E201.”

“I’m E201.”

He smiles a warm and inviting grin. “Hi, E201. I’m Jack, Jack Billard.”

The heat of his chest becomes oppressive. I can’t breathe. I back up but bump into my door. My hand slips on the handle since it’s locked.

“I think it’s locked,” he says with that dazzling grin.

I turn around to unlock the door. It feels like turning away from a warm hearth. I open the door and take a deep breath of cool, not man-infused air.

“I’m Miss. Charleston,” I say as I make my way to my desk.

“Oh, I thought you were E201.” He smiles as I raise an eyebrow. “Just kidding. Just trying to lighten the mood. I apologize for being so late. A work meeting ran far over the time limit.” As he sits, my eyes take in his firm ass in a pair of tailored suit pants.

I sit at my desk and pull out my list of students. “I don’t think I have any Billards.”

“Oh, you do. She’s in disguise. Rachel Faulst.”

“Oh! Wow, you… I’m actually… You look so young.”

“I get that,” he says as he leans back in his chair like he owns the place. “She’s not mine-mine. I’m her foster parent. Or well, was, right up until she turned eighteen in the summer.”

My eyebrows crawl up my head until they have to be touching my hairline.

He laughs a deep chuckle. “I get it, but they needed help and I couldn’t say no.”

They? Does he have other foster children?

“How… how old are you?” I realize how rude that is like a slap across the face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You’re her guardian. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m twenty-seven.”

“How did they approve a bachelor to take care of a teenage girl?” Fuck! That was just as bad! I go to apologize again but he beats me to the punch.

“Well, I’ve had Rachel since I was twenty-two. Twelve-year-old spit fire, that one.”

That made even less sense.

“Enough about me. How is she doing?”

I go over Rachel’s report, which is glowing. “She’s a great girl.”

His smile fades some. “I wish I could say it was because of me but it’s not really.”

“What are you talking about? Rachel talks about you all the time.”

I knew Rachel before I became her teacher. During my high school years, I started volunteering at a place known as Anthony’s Playground, a service center for the homeless. I’d started just to help my resume for college applications but I stayed when I fell in love with it. I met Rachel there about four years ago, by that point I was the head of Volunteer Services.

“She didn’t mention you were a foster parent. She always calls you Dad at Anthony’s.”

His grin turns sheepish. It looks good on him, but intimate. In contrast to his other smiles that boast confidence and power, this one seems like a peek behind the curtain.

“Yeah, she doesn’t like being a foster kid. I hear you do good work at the center. That’s really good.”

“Yeah, I’m going to miss it.”

“They’re going to miss you.”

“I’d stay but I really don’t have the time with the new position.”

He nods. “It makes sense. Mrs. Garn isn’t going to find one like you for a while.”

“You know Mrs. Garn?”

“Of course.”

“It’s just, I’ve never seen you there.”

That cocky winner’s grin spreads, but with the warmth in his eyes, it doesn’t grate on me like other cocky grins. “I’d like to show up more than I do, but,” he shrugs. “You know how it is, meetings. But I remember getting a very concerned call from Lorretta about you leaving.”

“Mrs. Garn called you about me leaving?”

The honey in his eyes swirl as the fix me in place. “My middle name is Anthony.”

My jaw hangs like a broken henge. “You’re Anthony?”

He chuckles again. “I am.”

“But, it’s been around for…”

“Eight years.” He finishes for me.

“How on earth did you…”

“I had a strong start and I figured giving back was the right thing to do.”

A glowing halo forms around his head. No. Must just be a trick of the light.

“So, besides raising foster kids and sheltering the homeless, what does Jack Anthony Billard do? Oh, and besides meetings, that is.”

“Ah! You got me! I was going to be clever and say meetings. I run a few businesses, tech based, so I can do most of it from one office while my employees work from home.”

“I bet that helps with costs.”

“Oh yeah. My one office costs enough.”

He smiles again and those eyes draw me in. He’s gazing into my eyes, a welcome change from all the single men who couldn’t take their eyes from my tits. I feel my lips part in a smile as warmth splashes across my cheeks.

“Hey, you hungry?” he asks. “I’d feel a lot better about being late and keeping you so late if you let me get you a bite to eat.” He stands and just absolutely towers over me. He has to be six-three, six-four.

My reality crashes in on me. Jack is probably waiting at home. “Oh, no. That’s fine. Thank you.” I stand up to not be at such a disadvantage. He’s like a brick wall, blocking off the rest of the room.

“Really? You sure? It wouldn’t be any hassle for me.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay. Well, it was a pleasure to meet you after all this time. I know the kiddos are in good hands.” He reaches his hand out.

My heart flutters imagining him taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. It would also be over the top and a little weird, but he grabs my hand and shakes it like a respectful adult.

“Have a good night, Abigale.”

“You too, Jack.” It feels so odd saying Jack’s name for someone else. It’s refreshing to say the name without anger, venom, or disappointment.

We walk out of the class and head down the hall in the same direction.

“Oh, did you park in the teacher’s parking lot?”

“Yeah. It was easier to get to and I figured there wasn’t going to be anyone coming in this late.”

He opens the door for me and we walk through the empty front office. He goes to the exit door but bumps up against it.

“They locked it?” He tries the other set of doors but it doesn’t budge either. “This one too.”

“They probably didn’t realize we were still here,” I suggest.

“Our cars are out there,” he says with a thumb jerking towards the parking lot.

“It’s okay. There’s a key in the principal’s office.” I walk to Hector’s office and Jack follows behind me.

“Sneaking into the principal’s office? Isn’t that against the rules?”

“I think I’ll be fine.” I turn my head over my shoulder. “You on the other hand.”

He stands in the doorframe, grimaces and holds his hands up. “I don’t want detention.”

I lean over the side of the desk to pull out the middle drawer. I rummage for a moment and pull the spare key out. I turn around and bump into Jack’s large chest again. His strong scent rolls over me and my hand presses against his solid body.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” I breathe heavily, reveling in his warm glow.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “I kind of like it.”

Jack’s at home waiting for me, but this Jack is right here. My hand slides up his sweater, to his mountainous shoulder. Jack needs me. He won’t know what to do without me, but this Jack knows exactly what he’s doing.

His hand slides around my waist, pulling me against him. My breasts press against his hard body, my stomach against his hard abs and my hips against his hard…

Holy shit!

His erection is massive! It’s like something out of a porno. Before I can even think, my hand is sliding up and down his meat! Why the fuck am I doing this? I would never cheat on Jack. I’m loyal. I’m good. I’m…

Jack’s hand tilts my head back and his lips press against mine. I shatter against those magnificent lines.

…horny as fuck!