Mr. Matthew’s
“It was a pleasure meeting you…again,” Mr. Matthew said. The right side of his mouth twitched up, but went back to its prior resting place.
Is he laughing at me? “You too,” I said slowly, cautiously. “My son loves your class. It might even be his favorite. Thank you for taking such good care of him,” and me that night. I wanted to slap myself in the forehead after that thought.
“That’s good to hear, making a difference is the whole reason I started teaching. Being Austin’s teacher satisfies that,” he coughed and looked at me with his dark brown eyes and stared at me…what was he thinking?
I stood there and smiled at him. But the longer we stayed in silence the hotter I felt and the heat rose up from my lower torso to my chest, to my neck and climbed to my cheeks. I watched his Adam’s Apple move up and down and his hands were partly in his dark blue jeans front pocket. God, I found that to be incredibly sexy. No wonder that lady practically barreled out earlier. Just his presence had me speechless. Now we were done talking about my son, I just didn’t know what to say. My brain hadn’t registered that it was time to leave.
But he was staring at me too, right?
The silence was killing me, “So I guess I will be taking me leave.” Seriously, Arial? ‘Taking my leave’ who says that anymore. “Have a good night Mr. Matthews.” I gave him a once over not holding myself back. Who knew when I would get to see him again. He was beautiful and my eyes enjoyed looking, I couldn’t deprive them of this one last look. They wandered from his dark blue jeans where his fingers were still in his pockets to the the space between them…shit…there was definitely something there begging to come out. God he was gorgeous, he was huge from what I remembered that night. I forced my eyes up taking in his light blue plaid button up shirt. It was tucked in and it was just tight enough to see the contours of his abs. My gaze went up further to his pecks and his bulging biceps, which were accentuated by how his hands rested in his pockets. Further up to his muscular neck that begged me to bite it and then to his full lips that were slightly parted. He was breathing heavy. Oh my god he totally know I was checking him out. And he…liked it?
Completely and utterly embarrassed I got caught though I didn’t really try to hide it, I couldn’t meet those deep, dark brown eyes that I loved so much.
My fine piece of milk chocolate bar was my sons teacher and I was obsessed. I have to get out of here. “Alright, have a good night.” I bolted out of the room not able to meet his gaze.
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Mr. Matthew’s (part 5)
“It was a pleasure meeting you…again,” Mr. Matthew said. The right side of his mouth twitched up, but went back to its prior resting place.
Is he laughing at me? “You too,” I said slowly, cautiously. “My son loves your class. It might even be his favorite. Thank you for taking such good care of him,” and me that night. I wanted to slap myself in the forehead after that thought.
“That’s good to hear, making a difference is the whole reason I started teaching. Being Austin’s teacher satisfies that,” he coughed and looked at me with his dark brown eyes and stared at me…what was he thinking?
I stood there and smiled at him. But the longer we stayed in silence the hotter I felt and the heat rose up from my lower torso to my chest, to my neck and climbed to my cheeks. I watched his Adam’s Apple move up and down and his hands were partly in his dark blue jeans front pocket. God, I found that to be incredibly sexy. No wonder that lady practically barreled out earlier. Just his presence had me speechless. Now we were done talking about my son, I just didn’t know what to say. My brain hadn’t registered that it was time to leave.
But he was staring at me too, right?
The silence was killing me, “So I guess I will be taking me leave.” Seriously, Arial? ‘Taking my leave’ who says that anymore. “Have a good night Mr. Matthews.” I gave him a once over not holding myself back. Who knew when I would get to see him again. He was beautiful and my eyes enjoyed looking, I couldn’t deprive them of this one last look. They wandered from his dark blue jeans where his fingers were still in his pockets to the the space between them…shit…there was definitely something there begging to come out. God he was gorgeous, he was huge from what I remembered that night. I forced my eyes up taking in his light blue plaid button up shirt. It was tucked in and it was just tight enough to see the contours of his abs. My gaze went up further to his pecks and his bulging biceps, which were accentuated by how his hands rested in his pockets. Further up to his muscular neck that begged me to bite it and then to his full lips that were slightly parted. He was breathing heavy. Oh my god he totally know I was checking him out. And he…liked it?
Completely and utterly embarrassed I got caught though I didn’t really try to hide it, I couldn’t meet those deep, dark brown eyes that I loved so much.
My fine piece of milk chocolate bar was my sons teacher and I was obsessed. I have to get out of here. “Alright, have a good night.” I bolted out of the room not able to meet his gaze.
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Mr. Matthew’s (part 4)
“You’re Mr. Matthews?” I squeaked out. That night was so fresh in my mind. It didn’t help that that was two months ago.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, a little apprehensively.
I was so shocked at seeing him. My realization that I had had a one-night stand with my son’s teacher was plowing through my mind.
I never expected to see him again. It was one beautiful night, and we went our separate ways. We had not even exchanged phone numbers. My head had been too cloudy to think, and he had received a phone call. After it, he left immediately but apologized saying it was an emergency.
“I…I’m here for the parent teacher conferences. You’re a teacher?” I blurted out. I knew teachers could have a life outside of teaching, obviously. But in my mind, I couldn’t believe he was my son’s teacher. His favorite teacher. The one he always comes home and talks about. The one who has inspired him to get into coding and programing and all that technical jazz.
I wondered how those fingers would look roaming fiercely over the keyboard as he wrote code? Wow just the idea of his fingers moving turned me on in this very classroom…that my son, Austin will be in in the morning.
“Yes, I am a teacher.” He said. “Why does that shock you?”
I couldn’t think straight but still managed, “You being my son’s teacher shocks me not you being a teacher, in general.”
He looked at me curiously and I watched his eyes as they moved sporadically as if he was completely analyzing this situation. “I see,” and he went quiet for a second. “Who is your son?”
What did he mean by that? “Austin Philips.” I tried to steady my breathing.
God, we had had such a wild night. That was the craziest and most forward I had ever been with anyone. Well expect Frank. But not to a complete stranger. Who was now sitting at a desk watching me. God he is going to think I am a slut and an unfit mother. For all he knows I go out and do that every other night. The way I acted…he must think so lowly of me.
Now he was standing up and walking towards me? My heart-beat faster every step he took. My whole body went hot with a mix of embarrassment and need. I watched him closely, wondering what he was doing.
“Well Mrs. Philips, why don’t we talk about your son?” He gave me a warm smile and held out his hand toward one of the desks.
That’s right. There was a reason to me being here. I just had to concentrate on that and not the other things. I could definitely do that.
He walked back towards his desk as I took a seat at one in the front row. Lifting up a folder, he opened it and stared at the contents for a long minute. Letting out a breath he said, “Well Austin is a pleasure to have in class and he is my top student. I have even had him teach a couple classes. That boy of yours definitely has a talent with computers…”
The next twenty-minutes we talked all about Austin and what his future could be like. I tried my best not to let my thoughts drift.
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Mr. Matthew’s (part 3)
“Oh.my.god. Look at that man. And I mean man he is a man. Or a god. Or…”
“A fine piece of a milk chocolate candy bar that I would love to lick” I said, shamelessly gawking at the extremely tall male who was walking away with several drinks.
“I love the way your mind works!” If we were a couple of dudes, I think Bella would have high fived me.
“Look at that ass…” And I knew Bella’s eyes had gone exactly where I had mentioned.
“Ladies do you need a napkin?” A man next to us asked and snickered. “Your drool could fill a pool.”
“How about a cold bath?” Bella responded instantly, still mesmerized by Mr. Milk Chocolate’s booty.
“Or a hot shower…with me?” The man said.
In the corner of my eye, I witnessed my best friend of all time, turn around and stare the man down. I knew she was about to yell at this guy, but then I saw her eyes widen the instant she saw how delicious he was.
“How about you buy me a drink first and we will see.” Bella went straight to flirtatious mode and her eyes took in the clean-shaven man who wore a suite that intensified his already male model features. I turned towards them and smiled at my friend.
I noticed he had bright blue eyes that were accentuated by the light blue suite. IF anything about this man drew Bella to him, it would be those. That was her biggest fetish when it came to men. Mine were how big their hands were in proportion to my…assets. God, Frank had the biggest hands. They were so warm and….Shit.
Arial knock that off right now. You’re here to have a good night. And that is exactly what you will do.
I straightened my back up, officially determined to do just that.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I read the name. It was Austin…Hey mom, would you mind if I stayed over Josh’s house?
Sure sweetie. Of course. Just be safe and I love you. I never had anything to worry about with him and it was a Friday night. I’d be silly to tell him he couldn’t, especially when I was out.
I looked back over at Bella who was completely engrossed in flirting with Mr. Sexy. I on the other hand was determined to find my own prey…I mean…who do I think I’m kidding? I definitely meant prey.
My belly did flips as I thought about what I was about to do. And then my thoughts went into overdrive as I over-analyzed per usual. What was I thinking? No guy here would want me. There are way prettier women here than me. I have always been average, in everything, and that included my features and my assets.
“Arial, you want another drink? Christian is going to buy a round.”
I looked around her and saw Christian and his bright blue eyes watching Bella with a passion I hoped a guy here would look at me with. “Sure,” my lips tugged up into a smile, “That is exactly what I need.”
“You okay?” Bella asked.
“Of course.”
Her eyebrows furrowed and I knew she knew I was lying. “Yeah right. What are you thinking? You’re not double guessing tonight are you? Come on, get out there. Start dancing. A ton of guys will be on you in seconds. Your freaking gorgeous with those long legs and bright red hair. God, I would love your sized breasts. They are perfect. Not too big or small. Bitch don’t make me slap those insecurities out of you. You know what, here is what I will do…Christian I will be back, you stay right there.”
Before I could comprehend what just happened, she grabbed my arm and pulled me out on the dance floor. Her hands went around my neck and we moved to the rhythm of the music. We always danced together at college parties when I could get away from my motherly duties. Frank didn’t mind it when I went and had fun. And I didn’t care when he did the same. We always ended those nights together. In some very hot passionate sex. Actually, going to those parties turned me on so much that all I wanted was to go home and fuck the brains out of him. To my excitement I found he craved that just as much as me.
I smiled warmly at my reminiscence.
“Get out of your head and join the party, girl.” Bella snapped me out of the past and back into the present. Where I need to stay.
“Huh, sorry,” and I wrapped my arms around her and….she kissed me!
Her lips quickly detached from mine, “Your chocolate bar is watching us. Let’s put some fantasies into his head.” Then her lips went back to mine.
It was not the first time we had kissed like this. But normally we were drunk and just having fun while playing with the college boys’ heads. She would end up with them not me.
She stopped kissing me and our dance moves intensified moving sexily to the music as she let go of me. Finally, I let go and let my arms, legs, and hips move wildly around. I didn’t care how it looked it just felt right.
I pulled Bella back in and kissed her again. She kissed me back more forcefully, then said, “Here he is…” she pushed me backwards and my drunken feet tripped over each other. My body was about to go lateral on the floor until these two, extremely warm hands wrapped around my torso and caught me. But with the force that I was going down they really had to grip onto me. They went instantly to my breasts…the only natural placement in this situation.
The room was dark with dancing lights and bodies were swaying in trance-like states around me. Everyone who was on the floor was drunk and we all had lost our inhibitions. If there was anyone sober, they would either be behind the bar or standing angrily to the side because they wouldn’t be able to tolerate the drunken mess of their fellow friends. But us fools on the floor didn’t realize that that world existed.
Only the here and now existed. And I was apart of that. Even more so as I looked up into a pair of the darkest brown eyes, I had ever seen.
My hand went up to cup his face as I felt the dark stubble under my palm. This man who had caught me, had the sexiest beard I had ever seen. I traced my fingers over his jaw line as I was held in his arms. My face got closer to his and I smelled his sweet scent that was mixed with old spice and his natural body odor. It was strong from how hot it was in this floor. Normally, it would gross me out but mixed with his deodorant had me going wild.
Would it be wrong of me to put my face up to his neck and smell him? God the idea had me shivering in pleasure.
He grinned at me. The smile was both beautiful and contagious. His pearly white teeth were all I could see because his full sensual lips were wrapped around them. God, I really wanted to touch them…my fingers went straight to his lips and traced them.
I heard a noise. But it was so loud in here that I could have sworn, I heard him moan a little at my touch.
I smiled up at him…we were still in the mid fall, mid catch pose. “Want to dance?”
My words must have pulled him out of a trance because I felt his hands leave my chest and he steadied me on my feet about a half a foot away from him. I felt weirdly cold and had the sense I had lost something.
“I am so sorry about…grabbing you there.” He looked down at my chest.
Dammit, he was a gentleman. “Don’t be,” and I smiled at him. “So do you?”
His eyes were still watching my breasts and I am pretty sure he hadn’t heard me. So, I did the craziest thing I had ever done in my life…I closed the distance between us, grabbed his hands again and pushed them against what had captured his attention. God, they felt amazing through my thin strapless dress. It was red to match my panties.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down like the actual fruit does when you throw your head into a pool of water and try to grab one with your mouth. But instead of going for his neck I went for those beautiful lips and claimed them. I was empowered as he responded and answered back with his own forceful need.
The fingers on his hands kneaded and teased me. They gripped at my nipples and he twisted them between his fingertips. I moaned into his mouth. It really had been a long time since I had been properly fucked. Way. Too. Long.
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Mr. Matthew’s (part 2)
“Come on Arial, lets hurry it along. I don’t want to get there when it’s last call. Or you know before all the single guys have been swept off their feet by all the drunk young girls there.”
“Bella, why do you insist on making your-self out to be an old woman? Don’t you know thirty is the new twenty?”
“That may be true, but those twenty year olds do know how to steal those men from us. But if we actually arrive there early for once maybe you and I won’t be going home alone tonight.”
I looked at her sweetly, “I won’t be alone.”
She threw my pillow at me. “Austin doesn’t count he is your son. And you know what I mean. When was the last time you actually had a one-night stand or even slept with a guy?”
“You know that answer.” My mood instantly soured.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Its’s been five years since he passed. You owe it to him to enjoy life for the both of you. And in a way Austin. You don’t want all this pent-up energy being released negatively, do you?”
I let out a breath and knew she was right. “Frank would want what is best for me. He even said as much. But its still hard, you know? I miss him so much and he was Austin’s father.”
“Girl you’ve been faithful and in mourning for years now. It’s time to think about your needs.”
“Bella it’s not that easy. You know that.”
She exhaled in defeat. “We don’t have to go. I’m sorry to pressure you. Let’s stay in and watch the Notebook.”
Her faced softened as she watched me intently. As much as that sounded appealing, I told myself today at work I would finally go out. It was my birthday weekend, my sixteen-year-old was out with his friends.
Frank and I were high school sweethearts who had a wonderful surprise at the age of twenty. Before we knew it, Austin was the center of our worlds and we could not have been happier. My husband and I worked so well together. We both found a way to work our schedules so we both could go to school. He went to be an architect and I wasn’t so ambitious. I got an associates in business management with a concentration in hospitality. I’ve worked as the General Manager for the Freemont hotel chain, the past eight years or so. I started as a concierge worker and worked my way up. Corporate actually paid for my schooling when they found out I wanted to make my career working for them. My husband worked as a state architect. Everything had been going so well. It was all the perfect life with some kinks thrown in the mix. But we always worked it out no matter how bad things got…
“Arial…sweetie you still in there?” Bella stood next to me, looked deeply into my eyes and was waving her hand so forcefully in front of my face, that when I saw it, I took a step backwards. I tripped on a pair of shoes and fell flat on the bed on my back.
“Ouch” I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me.
“Uh sweetie, your dress is up…” and she giggled. “With those bright red panties, we can’t stay in and watch a movie. They will go to waste that way!”
I blushed, knowing exactly where her mind had gone. “Fine. You win. Let’s go.”
“YES!” She jumped on the bed and straddled me. “Bitch you better get laid tonight,” and then she kissed me straight on the lips.
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Mr. Matthew’s (part 1)
I walked down the hall towards my son’s computer science classroom.
It was parent teacher conference night, and it was the last meeting.
Austin was a brilliant kid, and I couldn’t be prouder of how his freshman year had turned out. All A’s and nothing but amazing feedback about his progress.
I was looking for room number 110 and saw the entrance on the right. I slowed my pace as I came up to it and maneuvered my black pleather purse to my right side and reached the knob with my left hand. As I was about to touch it, the door swung open and out came a woman.
“Thank you so much Mr. Matthews, I will pass along the good news. You have a wonderful evening,” the woman said. She turned around and almost ran into me. She was flustered. Her rosy cheeks turned a brighter shade of red, “Oh sorry about that,” and she walked around me. I know I shouldn’t assume things, but she seemed to have the hots for this teacher. I giggled and hoped she didn’t hear me.
“Not a problem,” she held the door open for me and I moved towards the entrance, still with my eyes on her. “Have a good night,” I smiled sweetly at her.
“You, too.”
Turning towards the classroom, I strode into the room and looked up at Mr. Matthews. The whole world stopped as I looked into a pair of dark brown eyes attached to a milk chocolate face which had a couple days growth of scruff that was his beard. He had black hair that was puffed out into a very soft afro. And god…those arms. I remember those biceps as they had flexed under my hands…and those abs…how they tasted…and his hair…how fluffy it felt as I entangled it in my hands that night…
“Arial?” His voice was deeper than I remembered it. Did I hear a bit of huskiness? Was he remembering what I was remembering?
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