No, no, no I couldn’t think that way. I had been dealt a different set of cards in life when I ended up with the mom I had. Sure, I took on a lot of responsibility when it came to Caleb, but I would never change the way it all played out.
Screw anyone who thought I was too young to get married. If they were trying to judge me, I’m sure it was just because they were jealous. Who wouldn’t be of my husband? That sexy body, with the toned muscles, that I had no idea how they were even real. The expressive green eyes that always did something funny to me every time he looked my way. That low, husky voice that made my panties wet almost every time I heard him speak. If the whole teaching thing didn’t work out, he could totally be a phone sex operator. I would let him.
And who could forget that mouth that was almost always curved into a cocky smirk? Just thinking about it was making me wiggle around in my seat, wanting to be anywhere but here, as long as it was with Chase.
Chapter 7
Chase
My first day of school, well of teaching, was officially over. It had gone surprisingly well. I was teaching English to juniors at the local high school. Truthfully, it was a little weird.
I mean, if I thought about it, these kids were only a few years younger than my wife. How fucked up was that? It made me feel like a male version of a cougar, maybe like a jaguar or something. Whatever.
I had been a little uncomfortable in my last class of the day and really wasn’t sure what to do. The first day of school was always the day for going over the syllabus of the class, which even I had to agree, was a little boring.
As soon as the bell rang, all of the kids darted out of the classroom, except for one. I could tell this girl definitely fell into the popular crowd. I had been in it myself, so I guess I spotted other members of the crowd easily.
I wasn’t some kind of sick pervert, checking out his students, but you could just tell. Her blonde hair fell way past her shoulders and her deep tan made me think that she had spent plenty of time partying by the lake over the summer.
“Hi, Mr. O’Neil,” she purred out, leaning across my desk, her boobs that were spilling out of her tight buttoned up white shirt, pushed right into my line of vision. I was sure she was doing it on purpose.
Leah had been teasing me ever since she found out that I was going to school for teaching, that the girls would be drooling over me. And when she found out that I was teaching at a private school, where all of the kids had to wear uniforms, she pretty much lost it. She envisioned something straight out of some Britney Spears video and teased me about the naughty school girls that I was going to have to avoid.
Apparently, I had some kind of bad boy vibe that I threw off and tended to turn the girls on with it. I didn’t really take her seriously, until I had showed up today, and I saw almost every girl giggling to each other whenever I walked by.
I wasn’t full of myself or anything. But I was sure they weren’t giggling and making googly eyes about the sixty year old white haired man next to me. Just what I needed. Apparently, I was the hot new teacher. It truly felt a little degrading.
“I just wanted to formally introduce myself, I’m Brittany.” She stuck out a manicured hand and I looked down at it, unsure of what to do, before quickly shaking it back and pulling my hand away. Was I supposed to find it ironic that this girl’s name was Brittany? I really wasn’t going to give this girl the wrong idea with the whole touching thing. No lines were going to be crossed.
“Nice to officially meet you, Brittany. I hope you enjoy the class this semester, I’m kind of new at this.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Your students will love you, especially the girls,” she responded with a small, high-pitched giggle, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
“I have a feeling this is going to be my favorite class.” She wiggled her fingers at me before sashaying out the door and I let out a loud breath as soon as the door clicked shut. Was I going to have to deal with that all semester? Maybe she was just being overly friendly. Leah would definitely get a kick out of this.
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“Honey, I’m home,” I called out as soon as I opened the front door. I dropped my bag in the living room and headed towards the kitchen where I heard pans being clanked around. There was my sexy wife, still dressed in her work shirt with those tiny black shorts, cooking dinner. She turned around and placed a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth, before going back to stirring the pot set on the stove.
“Did I seriously just hear you call me honey when you came home? What, do you think this is the 1950s or something? Don’t expect dinner to be waiting on you every night when you come home from your long day of work.”