It had been four months since I started my new job as a teacher. It felt good to be back in the school system, even though it was way out of my area of expertise. I usually taught English or History, trying to remember how to do Math, and Economics was not on the top things I wanted to return to, but as the saying goes, it's like riding a bike.
"Remember your homework!" I yelled as the class ran towards the door as the bell rang.
I hated having the last class of the day. No one paid attention; all they did was stare up at the walls looking at the clock as it ticked by. I really couldn't blame them; it was school after all.
"Hey," a voice said as I began to pick up all the paperwork I had to do tonight.
"Vince," I said without looking up.
"So," Vince said as he hovered over my table.
"No," I shook my head as I smiled. Vincent was harmless, even though he put on the persona as a hardcore rebel or gangsta as most of the other teens called him. He stood over six feet tall, very muscular for his age group, even though he didn't play football. He could easily play defense just by standing there and doing nothing.
"Come on," he said with a toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Vincent," I said, shaking my head.
"Now I know you're mad," the young black male said as he stared down at me. "You said my birth name."
"No," I shook my head. "I am not mad; it's just that you know the rules."
"Rules, that's the only reason?" he shook his head as he shuffled his big backpack on his shoulder. "I will drop out of this school right now!"
"Vince Clemmons!" I said, staring at him.
"Damn, you went full momma bear on me," Vince said, shaking his head.
"Yes, we had a deal," I said, standing up.
"You're right," Vincent nodded. "Next time then."
"The answer will still be no," I smiled as I sat down.
"Damn," Vince said as he walked away. "Man, if I am not hitting that, someone else has to be the luckiest man in the world! For real!"
"Bye, Vincent," I said, shaking my head.
The Schoolschool was prominently minority-based. Most of the students were either African American, Hispanic, or Asian. There were a few Caucasian but mostly minorities.
The school was located on the other side of what people called the town, would call the interstate. It took over an hour to get here, and that was without traffic, nearly two hours with traffic.
Vincent, as well as many other students, had called me so many names I had given up trying to google their meanings. Mostly I heard Milf, Pawg, Whootie, Jugs, as well as many others. Most of the time, I took it in stride, especially Vincent. Before I came, he was about to repeat his senior year. Now his grades had vastly improved. All it took was some talking and a slight allowance of his flirtatious nature. I knew he meant no harm; even if I said yes one day, I knew he would back down.
I got out into the corridor. It was nearly empty as most of the students had hit the road or were at their after school clubs.
"Theodore," I nodded as I passed one of the other teachers.
"Staci," he nodded back.
I shook my head as he stared at my chest; even covered up, they drew attention. I was glad our headmaster was a female, or most of the faculty would have thought I got my position and my salary because I had a larger than average chest. Hell, screw average; I was average before I hit high school.
"Bye, Theodore," I said as I had to sidestep him to get past him.
"Yes, see you later," the old man said. I shook my head. He could be my father.
I was already running late, and avoiding the old creeper had made me even later.
"Sorry," I said as I got into the back office of the basketball team.
Coach Genn looked at me with a smile. "It's okay; one of my players wanted to talk to me."
Todd and I had been dating for the past two months. I had no plans to make it official or take it past the dating stage. We were happy where we were. Well, I knew I was; he had mentioned taking it further.
"So," Todd said as he pulled me close to him.
I had to say I had a thing for him the moment I laid eyes on him. Tall, muscular, and he seemed like the big man on campus, so to speak. It didn't hurt his position that he had the looks of Liam Neeson. Just a hint of gray in his beard and hair. I was sure he was dyeing it to make sure it hadn't turned all gray.
"So," I began to say as I looked up at him.
We hadn't slept together as I was sure to point out that it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. I was still having problems with intimacy.
Especially after Stan had released his tell-all book, which told everything about his encounters, I had received calls from lawyers asking if I wanted to press charges against him for dragging my name through the mud. I told them no and that I just wanted to be left alone.
Todd's hands crept their way up to my chest as he held me. "Always going for the goods," I smiled.
"Well, when your girl has the biggest set in the school," Todd grinned
"What about Devon?" I teased as I turned my back to him.
Devon was one of the seniors, and she nearly had a set that rivaled my own. Of course, most of the guys, including some of the male teachers were all over her. Too bad, she showed more interest in her studies than the attention her large breasts gave her.
"Not my type," Todd said as he pulled on my hips, forcing my ass to rub against his groin. "I like a woman with some meat on their bones."
"Uh, huh," I said as I pushed my ass against him. Devon was rail-thin, not unhealthy thin, but thin enough that her large breasts seemed unnatural. I felt sorry for her back, every time I saw her. I had more weight than her, and my back killed me on some days. Her back must have her in spasms of pain all day.
"Besides," Todd said as he thrust against me. "What would I do with someone that young?"
"Good to hear," I smiled. Both of Todd's hands found their way back to my breasts, cupping them from behind.
"One day, I will get to see them," Todd said, peering over my shoulder as he tried to pull my top down.
"Todd," I said, pulling away from him.
"Of course," Todd said as he pushed me off of him. "Back to this again."
Todd made his way back to his chair. I sighed and looked back at him. "I am not going to keep apologizing," I said as I looked at him. "I told you from day one."
"Yeah, I know," Todd said as he shook his head. "Most of those teens out there get more action from their..."
He stopped as I stared down at him.
"You know what," he shook his head. "Forget it."
"Forget what exactly?" I asked. I knew this was coming eventually. Especially after our last date; we had gone to see a country concert, and on the way back, Todd had stopped at a local make-out spot. Things started to get hot and heavy.
I had started to go down on him, even getting as far as putting his dick into my mouth. It was then the thought of Stan coming home after sleeping with another man filled my head. I tried to push the image of him fucking that guy in the video out of my head, but I couldn't. Immediately I stopped and got out of the car, nearly throwing up. Todd had acted as if he'd understood, but apparently, he had not.
"Well?" I asked as I looked at him.
"I can't," Todd said, shaking his head. "Maybe that makes me a horrible person, but I can't compete with whatever problems you are having with your ex-husband. Maybe you should deal with them before dating someone."
"I was!" I shouted back. "You're the one that said you were brave enough to deal with it and help me through it."
Todd shook his head. "You're right, I did say that, and I was wrong," he nodded. "If you want to talk, my door is always open, but I..."
I turned on my heels and walked out of his office. Tears filled my eyes as I walked through the Schoolschool into the teacher's parking.
It had been nearly a full year now. Actually, it had been a year as I thought about it. A year and a few days since I kicked Stan out of my life. I knew time had no relevance to mental scarring, but it felt like I should have moved on. Stan had more than moved on, so why couldn't I?
There was a time back in high school and college where I would have buried Todd's cock in my mouth and had him cumming within seconds. Stan loved it when I did that to him when we started dating. I would suck his cock anywhere in front of anyone. I loved his thick dick in my mouth. We got kicked out of a restaurant because I snuck under the table and gave him a loud and messy blowjob.
Todd wasn't as big as Stan, so I knew I would have had him cumming in seconds. As I thought about it, the thoughts of Stan begging me to blow him off came into mind. I knew now that he was only asking because he had slept with another person and wanted to see his naive wife suck him off.
"Pull over now!" the voice said, waking me from my daydream.
"Shit!" I said as I looked into the rearview. The cop was right behind me.
I had daydreamed from the school to just a few miles from my house. I pulled over and got everything ready. I cursed myself for not wearing anything that could show cleavage.
The officer came up to my window. "Didn't you see me?" he asked.
"I was," I began to say, but I thought I shouldn't say that I was daydreaming and not paying attention. "I am sorry."
"You were doing sixty-eight back there," he said, looking around my vehicle. All he could see was Jake's toys, Thomas's comics, and maybe football cleats. "The speed limit is thirty-five."
"Yes, sir," I said as I handed him all the relevant papers and cards.
"I'll be..." he stopped as he looked at my card.