Christmas Break… (Explicit Content)

There was a calendar at my house; it was on the fridge in my kitchen. I started the countdown after we got back from Thanksgiving Break… The longest three weeks of my life! I loved being a teacher, affecting lives and molding minds but these kids were wearing me out. Today was the Friday before Christmas Break and time was moving soooo slow! I only really got two breaks throughout the day, one was lunch and the other was now. My sixth period which was my down class, it was supposed to be used for grading papers or parent teacher conferences but most of us used it to check Facebook or get our minds right. I love teaching but teaching middle school kids was maybe the worst decision of my life, these kids were going thru so many hormone changes that it was ridiculous.

 The boys constantly fighting, the girls constantly arguing, the attitudes…. OMG THE ATTITUDES!

 I stood up out my cheap desk chair since we weren’t allowed to bring our own chairs in and stretched. Most of the teachers let the stress of the job drive them to smoking cigarettes or snacking compulsively, me, I worked mine out at the gym five days a week. Sometimes just a light jog and Tabo class or sometimes I went all in for sixty minutes, anything to not take the stress home with me. Most of the teachers here were under thirty and under paid. There were two sets of us, the “I take my job too serious ones” that constantly gossiped and snitched, and then there was “I love my job but I need all the vacations we get” types like myself.

 Walking around my class, I picked up the loose paper, the candy wrappers, straightened up some chairs.

 “Mrs. Smith, you have a parent that would like to meet with you, we’re going to send him to your class.”

 That intercom always scared the hell out of me! They couldn’t figure out a way to give us a warning before they just popped it on! And I hated when the Vice Principal called me “Mrs.,” she knew damn well I wasn’t anyone’s married. I picked up the last of the trash and went to my compact to the check my nose and teeth, even though most of the fathers I met with were not attractive and very much married they still always hit on me. I wasn’t trying to be cute for whoever was coming thru the door but I also didn’t want to get caught slipping.

 I honestly liked being the hot teacher, having the other women look at me funny in the Teachers Lounge or having the Principals and Coaches constantly offering to bring me lunch since they could go off campus and we couldn’t.

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 “Come in.” He actually knocked; I forgot the door was closed.

 “Mrs. Smith?” I almost couldn’t talk for a second, wow… Was all I could think.

 “It’s not Mrs., it’s Ms. and you can call me Destiny. No need to be so formal, you aren’t one of my students.” I smiled and made sure to show him every single one of my perfect teeth.

 “I’m sorry I made that mistake.” He smiled back. “My name is Marcus and I’m Kelly’s father, Kelly Sinclair?”

 “I know exactly who Kelly is; she’s actually one of my better students so I’m surprised to see you here.” He took a deep breath and leaned against the door.

 “I know she’s a smart girl, but it’s not her book sense I’m here about, I got her cell phone bill and she’s been sneaking and talking to boys at all hours of the night. Her attitude is terrible and I’ve gotten a call from two of her teachers. Everytime I punish her she drops your name like you’re her proof she’s a good student. So I wanted to meet you for myself and see how she’s behaving in your class.”

 Now this is where it was sort of difficult to be a teacher, parents say they want the truth but most of them want to believe their child is a Saint. But I wasn’t most teachers, if you asked; I was going to tell you.

 “Kelly is maybe the brightest child I have in my class but lately her attitude has been horrible and that’s saying a lot considering I’m constantly dealing with pre-hormonal children. She’s usually okay after I check her in front of the class or pull her aside but a lot of the other teachers don’t have the “touch” I have.”

 “Her mother left us about a year ago, we lost our son when she was eight months and my wife just never really was able to deal with that. Her and Kelly were close and she barely calls, doesn’t really visit her, she said she just needs to “find herself.” I love my daughter but I’ve never been great at talking to her, she misses her mom and she thinks it’s her fault she’s gone. I know that’s why she started acting out but the truth is I don’t know how to fix it, I don’t know anything about little girls. What bra to buy, how to ask her if she needs to under garments or “other things” women need once a month. It’s just difficult, if she was a boy…. Maybe it would be easier but I have a daughter.”

 I could tell all this was weighing heavily on him.

 “Do you have a sister, a mom, anyone you can talk to?”

 “They all live in Michigan, I’m the only one out here and her mother’s family lives in Florida. I don’t even know what to get her for Christmas, what does a thirteen year old girl even like and she barely talks to me.”

 “Would you like me to help you out; I do see them on an everyday basis?”

 PAUSE! I had no idea why I just asked a parent if he needed help finding a gift… How forward was that, I mean, he is fine and he loves his daughter which is a major plus but he’s still a parent Destiny! He just looked at me for a minute and then I saw the biggest smile ever!

 “You have no idea who much of a relief that would be, I want her to have a good Christmas since this will be the first without her mother.”

 He reached in his pocket, took out his wallet and stepped closer to me to hand me a credit card. I smelled cologne and that powder they use when men get haircuts. I almost grabbed him, almost… It had been too long, I was tripping.

 “I really have to get back to work, my firm seems to fall apart when I’m gone for longer than a couple of hours. That’s my credit card and my card with all my personal numbers on it, I really appreciate this! The limit on the card is about twenty thousand so you should be good, you should also get yourself something for doing this for me.”

 Was it against school policy for me to be taking this card? I kept asking myself that.

 “I don’t want to jam you up, so I’ll be sure to keep this between you and I.” He must have seen the look in my face.

 “Yeah, I have no idea if I’m supposed to be doing this but I actually like Kelly and I want you both to have a nice Christmas. Twenty thousand is more than enough and I won’t be buying myself anything, this is about us helping your daughter.”

 “I hope this doesn’t sound to forward but I really would love to go shopping with you this evening, you are a beautiful woman but a lot of people are taking off for the Holidays so I have to get this work done while they’re here. My home address is on there if you want to drop it off after you get whatever it is you think she’s going to like or I could meet you wherever to get it. It’s up to you.”

 I could have easily had this fine man meet me but school was going to be out for two weeks, I had no plans other than to watch TV and sleep in.

 “I’ll bring it to you, I live close to the address on this card anyway, if that’s okay with you.”

 “That’s more than okay.”

 And at that moment I saw the eye contact, I saw the twinkle, I saw him roaming my body with his eyes. My red pencil skirt was popping and my white silk blouse had maybe one or two extra buttons undone, he was choosing with his eyes.

 “Okay then, I usually get home around eight, anytime after that is good. Actually, Destiny is going to a friends tonight so you can come over whenever. I’m usually up all night working.”

 Was that a booty call invite? NOOOOOO…

 “It shouldn’t be too late, around nine. I’m pretty punctual.”

 “I know this is our first time meeting each other but I swear I’ve got the feeling I have known you for a lifetime. And you really should get yourself something.”

 “I’ll see you tonight Mr. Sinclair.”

 “It’s Marcus, you’re a lifesaver.”

 He walked out the room and this man could have been a serial killer, he could have been a rapist or child abuser. Maybe I could lose my job for accepting the credit card of a parent but at this moment, all I could think was my insides were tingling and how long had it been since that happened.

 Later that night…

 It was nine pm sharp and I was pulling into his driveway, it was a really nice home. A three story townhouse that had the look and smell of new. Even though Christmas was a week away it was sixty five degrees and just a little windy but far from chilly or cold. I’m changed into some beige linen pants and a red thin linen sweater. My ass was so juicy in these pants even though I knew I was breaking a fashion law by wearing them in the winter. The hair was flat ironed and hanging over one shoulder and the shoes were five inch red leather pumps. I was working it!

 I called him on his cell phone, “Hey I’m outside, I need you to come help me with these boxes, everything is wrapped.”

 He walked out the house in a pair of fitted jeans, not too tight, not too big. A black polo shirt and no socks.

 “Wow! This is a lot of stuff Destiny, and it’s wrapped, I’m going to have no idea what’s what.”

 I smiled at him as we sit everything under the tree.

 “I’m a teacher remember, I have all the receipts right here and a separate list with what each gift is and what color wrapping paper is used. So you study this for the next week and you’ll be fine.” He took the paper out my hand and looked real serious at me.

 “Why are you doing this? You just met me.”

 “I’m doing it for Kelly, I know how it feels to not have a mother in your life. Is she at her friends?”

 “Noooo, she came down with something and she’s barely moved out the bed. And it’s too bad, I was hoping we could have a class of wine. Did you buy yourself something?”

 Right now everything was telling me to walk away, to accept the fact that I did a good deed and walk away but I was an underpaid, undersexed, over stressed teacher and I needed a release.

 “I did buy one thing.”

 “What was it?” I stepped close to him and whispered in his ear. “A red thong, I’m wearing it now, you want to see it?”

 

And just like that I crossed a line; just like that I put myself out there to maybe be rejected.  

 “You should let me walk you out but we have to go thru the garage, the front door has been acting funny lately. But wait on sec, let me go check on Kel.”

 He ran up the stairs two at a time and I popped a mint, what in the world was I about to do? Yeah, he was fine but I didn’t know one thing about this guy and he was my student’s father!

 Coming down the stairs, he took my hand and led me in the kitchen past the washroom into the garage. It was dark but there was light coming from the kitchen and light coming from the street outside. I could make out an Audi and a motorcycle. The garage was very clean, he closed the garage door.

 My back was to him, I couldn’t really see in the dark since I forgot to put my contacts in before I left the house. He wrapped his arms around my waist, “You’re single, I’m single and my thirteen year old daughter is upstairs texting her life away. I know it’s kind of dark in here but I’ll take your word that the panties are red.”

 He unbuttoned my pants while both my hands were on the wall like I was being frisked. I could feel his hand sliding inside the linen and there was no way I was going to stop him; I was soaked before he even got the zipper down. Kissing the back of my neck, one hand inside me, the other under my sweater…. I was pushing everything I had in those pants back on him. As hard as he was sucking on the back of my neck I was afraid I would get a hickie but I didn’t care, school was out for two weeks.

 “You…. Know…. You… owe… owe…. Owe…. Me for helping you out!”

 “I know Ms. Smith, what do you want me to do?” His voice was so deep and his fingers were so thick, I wanted to take his right hand home with me.

 “You need to help me out these pants and substitute these amazing fingers for your amazing tongue.”

 “Yes maam.”

 I stepped out my pants but left the heels on, red sweater, my bra on the hood of his car, red thong and red heels. He pushed my against the hood of his car and I fell back on it, the metal was cold on my ass at first but once his tongue hit me… I didn’t feel a thing!

 I WRAPPED MY LEGS AROUND HIS HEAD, I KEPT SLIPPING OFF THE CAR AND HE WOULD ALWAYS CATCH ME AND NEVER MISS A BEAT… A BEAT… OMG… NEVER MISS A BEAT!

 “DON’T STOP BABY! THANK ME! THANK ME HARD!”

 HE DIDN’T DO A LOT OF TALKING, JUST A LOT OF LICKING… I WAS TRYING MY BEST NOT TO BE LOUD BUT IT WAS TOO DAMN GOOD. I GRABBED MY BRA AND BIT DOWN ON IT!

 FLIPPING ME AROUND AND KISSING ME, I COULD TASTE ME ON HIS LIPS; HE DIDN’T TAKE MY SHIRT OFF BUT RAISED IT UP SO THAT I WAS EXPOSED… HE TOUCHED THEM, SQUEEZED THEM, ADMIRED THEM. HE TURNED ME OVER AND PUT ME FACE DOWN ON THE HOOD! MY NIPPLES WERE PROBABLY HARD ENOUGH TO SCRATCH HIS CAR!

 “I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE MY LEGS COULD SPREAD THIS FAR APART!!! AHHHHH!!!”

 HE WAS IN ME AND HE WAS GOING HARD! WE WEREN’T MAKING LOVE, WE WERE FUCKING! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I WAS FUCKED LIKE THIS TO WEAR I WAS STARTING TO CRY! HIS HAND WAS AROUND THE BACK OF MY NECK AND HIS OTHER HAND WAS OCCUPIED, WELL, AT LEAST ONE FINGER WAS. IN AND OUT OF MY ASS AND AT FIRST IT SORT OF HURT BUT PAIN TURNS TO PLEASURE REAL FAST…

 I COULD FEEL HIS THRUST GETTING HARDER, GOING DEEPER!

 I COULD FEEL MYSELF PUSHING BACK ON HIM, MATCHING HIM!

 “DAMN GIRL! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN FOR YOU?! THIS IS SOOO TIGHT!”

 “TOO LONG MR. SINCLAIR, TOOOOOO GOT DAMN LONG!!!!”

 “I’M ALMOST THERE! I’M ALMOST THERE!”

 I REACHED BEHIND ME AND PULLED HIM OUT, NEVER TAKING MY HAND FROM THE OBJECT OF MY PLEASURE. WE WERE NO SWITCHED, HE WAS AGAINST THE HOOD AND MY KNEES WERE ON THE HARD CEMENT FLOOR OF THE GARAGE. I SUCKED EVERY INCH OF MY JUICES OFF HIM AND I COULD FEEL HIM PULSATING IN MY MOUTH, EACH AND EVERY PENIS HAD A RHYTHM. A HEARTBEAT! I RELAXED MY THROAT, MOVED MY TONGUE AROUND AND WHEN I FELT IT COMING….

 I SWALLOWED EVERYTHING ON THE MENU, JUST LIKE A BIG GIRL SHOULD.

I WAS A TEACHER.

 I WAS A SECRET SANTA.

 AND I WAS A SEXUAL WOMAN.

 I licked my lips and stood up; both his hands were on his hood, his shirt on the floor. Pants at his ankles.

 “Do you think Kelly heard us?” He wrapped his arms around me.

 “Kelly doesn’t pay attention to anything but her phone and the internet. I’m too old to be on the hood of cars. Are you ready for round two, the backseat is calling us?”

 “YOU’RE READY TO GO ALREADY!?”

 “I haven’t slept with a soul since my wife! I’m ready for nine more rounds.”

 “If you can get it up, I can get it down for you.”

 And just like that I spent the rest of the night celebrating my first day of Christmas Break in my favorite student’s father’s garage.

 MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!

 

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