Beautiful Dream (23 page)

“Luci!” Her Mom screams.

“Go,” I repeat, and this time, she does.

Chapter 19

-Luci-

“How could you?” I slam the door. “That was so embarrassing!” I watch Josh through the window, getting back into his car, feeling ashamed.

“Oh don’t even start with me!” Mom clenches her teeth, hitting the gas.

“I thought you liked him!” I shout. “You used to!”

“I do, as a teacher!” She replies. “He’s too old for you, and isn’t he married?”

“Not anymore. Plus, we’re just friends.”

Gracie lets out a loud laugh, and I kick her seat.

“What the hell?” She shouts.

“I don’t need your comments!”

“Both of you stop!” Mom’s voice booms, a sound we haven’t heard since we were kids, and it’s a quiet ride home.

We pull into the driveway and go in through the garage. Gracie gives me a nasty look before running up to her room, while Mom makes me stay behind.

“So let’s pretend you told me what was going on at school,” she laughs coldly. “What’s going on
now
? You kiss friends?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything!”

“Don’t be disrespectful!” She shouts. “I want Gracie out of his class!”

“That’s irrational!” I shriek. I take a step back, shocked by her enragement.

“I’m your mother and you will not talk to me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” I lower my voice. “But you’re going to get him
and me
in trouble if you start raising the issue again. It’s under control.”

We quiet down, and both of us take a few long, deep breathes.

“What happened to that friend you told me about who ended up with your teacher?”

“That was different,” she huffs. “She’s not my daughter!”

“Hey!” Dad walks into the room. “What’s all the yelling about?”

“Nothing!” I tell him, and Mom shoots me a look.

“Honestly,” she signs. “I don’t want to worry you.”

“I feel fine,” he laughs. “All of you treat me like there’s something wrong. I have cancer. I’m not dying! Not all people who have cancer die.”

“I started hanging out with Mr. Harrington outside of school,” I swallow, waiting for his reaction.

“Wait a minute now, Luci,” Mom laughs angrily. “Jay, I caught them
kissing
.”

“She’s an adult, Sue,” Dad defends, and I offer him a small smile.

“He’s too old for her,” Mom replies. “He was her high school teacher. He’s a divorcee! He has a child!”

“To be fair,” I sigh. “That kid you saw him with at my graduation wasn’t his. He doesn’t have any children.”

“That’s still a lot of baggage,” Mom argues. “And your age difference!”

“It’s eight years!” I yell.

Dad stares between us, watching our fight unfold all over again.

“Invite him here,” he interrupts, and Mom and I both stare at him, shocked. “Then we will see.”

“See what?” I jump. “I can make my own decisions! I’m an adult!”

“Jay there are rumors going around the school that they were sleeping together while she was his student!”

I cringe,
ugh!
That’s not something to talk about
in front of my Dad
.

“They’re just rumors!” I lie. “Because we started hanging out.”

“That damn school,” Dad shakes his head. “She’s smarter than that!”

Well this is just fucking great!

I say nothing as I run up the stairs, meeting Gracie’s eye before storming off into my bedroom and slamming the door.

The next day, I go to Josh’s classroom during my free period. I know it’s risky, and stupid, but he hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts last night, and I have to see him.

“I have class in ten minutes,” he’s shuffling papers around on his desk as I shut the door behind me.

“Right,” I shift my weight between my heel and toes, biting my lip nervously.

“Look-”

“Luci-”

We both talk at the same time before falling quiet.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “My Mom, she had no right-”

“She’s your Mom,” he sighs.

“I told them that nothing happened,” I swallow.

“So you lied,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “I really should finish this up before class.”

“It’s okay,” I fold my hands over my chest.

“It’s not,” he shakes his head. “You should go.”

“What?” I drop my hands, stunned.

He sighs and sits back in his chair.

“Please don’t be mad,” I plead, stepping up onto the platform.

“It’s like we’re hiding all over again,” he shakes his head. “I want your parents to like me, and I don’t want to keep feeling like this bad guy anymore. I’m sick of all the obstacles!”

My jaw drops as sadness overcomes me. “So are you done with us then?” I brace myself. “Giving up already?”

“Never,” he sighs.

“Then what?”

“I thought you told them about us,” he shakes his head. “I was surprised when I found out you didn’t, and then your Mom got so upset when she saw us.”

“They want you to come over sometime this week,” I nervously tell him.

“I don’t know,” he shakes his head, and I place my hands on either side of his chair.

“Please?” I whisper, moving closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He fights it, but only for a second before his body relaxes and his mouth opens, his tongue twisting with mine. I fall onto his lap, or maybe he pulls me, either way, my arms wrap tightly around him. His caressing thumb causes my shirt to ride up, and feeling his skin-to-skin contact makes me shudder. My hands absent-mindedly travel towards his stomach, not stopping until I reach the button of his pants, undoing it before sliding down the zipper.

“Wait!” He stops me, looking away, but I place my forehead against his, locking his stare. He surrenders easily, hissing through his teeth as I release him from the confines of his pants. He protrudes, standing straight up in the space between us, long and mouth-wateringly thick.

I wrap both hands around him, about to lower my mouth, when there’s a knock on the door.

“Shit!” He exclaims, and my eyes widen in panic.

We watch the doorknob turn, and I quickly duck under his desk. He doesn’t have time to stuff himself away, or even close his pants, so he rolls the chair under as far as he can, trapping me in between his legs.

The door opens, and a deep voice greets him. They start talking, and a second later, the bell rings. I open my eyes, and his cock is eye level, hard and stiff, only inches from my face. I inhale his delicious scent, licking my lips.

They’re still talking, and I can hear as students start to fill the room. I don’t know what comes over me, but I pucker my lips and plant them on him, right between his balls and shaft. His voice suddenly gets louder, caught off guard, and a bead of liquid oozes out of the tip. I swirl my tongue, licking the saltiness.

The conversation seems to be nearing an end, and I hear as Josh says goodbye, his voice far too airy. I smile, licking up and down his entire length before stopping.

“Please don’t stop,” His faint words are masked from above.

Chapter 20

-Josh-

The late bell rings, and I administer the question for today’s daily quiz. It takes me two tries to get it out, because I can’t focus on anything but the way Luci is licking my pole. Her tongue rubs against it, providing the most fantastic sensation ever. All my attention is on her hot, wet mouth.

I ball my hands together on top of my desk, my teeth clenched as I stare down at the attendance book. I’m too afraid to breathe, for if I do the only thing that will come out is a very loud, obvious moan.

Fuck! Yes!

My mind is racing and my dick’s incessant throbbing as it’s shoved down Luci’s mouth deeper and deeper has my legs shaking. My balls tighten, and out of nowhere she starts to rub them.

Fuck is that good!

I swallow hard, and her hands eventually move from my balls to my dick. She’s using both of them now to rub up and down in addition to her mouth.

Just as I’m about to explode, she stops. Her mouth and hands return to my balls as my cock fully extends into the air, pulsing, as if it was going to come, only nothing comes out.

Uh!

I sink into the seat and grab my cock, pulling at it in desperate need of release. Luci immediately removes them, and I slowly thrust my hips, begging for her attention.

Please!

The class finishes with their quiz, and noise fills the room, but I don’t even care. I grab her head and shove it back on my dick. She starts sucking again, and the heat of her mouth pulls at me, warm and inviting.
Fuck!
I feel myself build immediately.

I drop my pen and bend over, taking in her big brown eyes while her lips are wrapped wide around me. She looks down and I follow her stare, seeing her hand down her pants, rubbing.

Shit.

I close my eyes and swallow hard, sitting back up and setting the pen on the desk. She starts to suck harder, pulling, and I cough loudly to hide my grunting groan.

That’s it!

I’m about to release, when again, she stops.

FUCK!

I sigh loudly, noticing that the class is getting a little too loud. There’s no way I can talk evenly while she’s servicing my dick, but I also don’t want to risk the teacher from next-door coming in. I hold her head still for a second as I tell everyone to review their notes from this week. Then I write how much of a tease she is on a piece of paper and slide it under, feeling her hot breath on my raging cock as she laughs silently.

Please just let me come!

It feels like there’s a steel rod protruding out of me.

She starts moving again, and my explosive feeling instantly returns. A few more bobs, and she stops. I drop my pen again, bending down. Her eyes watching the clear liquid as it pools out of my slit, and I’m about to beg her to let me come, when our eyes meet. Hers are wild and alive, her arm moving quickly as her eyes roll back and her orgasm takes over.

My hand grabs my dick. One stroke, two, three, and I fucking explode.

The first blast hits her in the face, but she’s quick, wrapping her mouth around me, drinking up the rest, shoving me down her throat, deeper and deeper. The sucking sensation massaging me so much that I can’t stop depositing my cream. I can’t get over the way she takes it; gulp after gulp, swallowing like a champ, the pull of her throat encouraging my flow.

I pass by Luci’s Dad’s hardware store on my way home from school, and at the next light I find myself turning around until I’m pulling into the parking lot and heading inside.

There’s a young kid bagging items by the register, and I immediately spot Mr. Cunningham fumbling with a price checker on the other side.

“Mr. Cunningham?” I clear my throat and he turns around.

“Mr. Harrington.” He stops what he’s doing and places both hands on the counter. “You’ve been a hot topic at my house.”

“Please, call me Josh,” I offer my hand and he accepts it.

“You’re the one with the wife and kid, right?” He’s not being cold, but he’s not exactly being friendly either.

“I
had
a wife,” I explain. “I never had a kid.”

“That’s what my daughter tells me,” he replies. “The one you were kissing, not the one you’re currently teaching.”

I laugh at his clarification.

“What can I do for you?”

“Look,” I sigh. “I really like Luci, and I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot.”

“I understand,” he nods. “But she’s is my
kid
.”

“I would never do anything to hurt her,” I barely get the words out, because I know I have before, and it pains me.

Mr. Cunningham gives me a look before exhaling.

“I’ll call her Mom,” he says. “We’ll have dinner. Tonight. She’s a lot harder to convince than me, and I suggest you work on your argument.”

“Thank you,” I nod.

“We eat late,” he says. “Once the store closes, at around 8:30.” He starts writing the address on a piece of paper, and I don’t dare stop him to let him know I already know where it is.

I thank him again, and just as I turn to leave he stops me.

“My wife likes white roses.”

I smile, knowing exactly where my next stop will be.

Chapter 21

-Luci-

After school, I head home with Gracie for the first time in forever, storming up to my room and crashing on my bed.
My bed
, a place that was once my sanctuary. It feels
so foreign
and uncomfortable now, not nearly as inviting and wonderful as his is.

I toss and turn until I eventually fall asleep.

I wake when hearing a knock on my door.

“Yeah?” I rub my eyes as the hall’s light shines in. Gracie tiptoes inside, lightly shutting the door behind her.

“Do you know that Mr. Harrington is downstairs?” She whispers.

“What?” I shriek.

“Shh!” She quiets me before issuing a warning. “They’re in the great room.”

“When did he get here?”

“Like half an hour ago. I was told not to wake you,” she explains. “I finally said I was cold, so I came up to grab a sweater.”

“Oh my God,” I stand, flicking on the lamp. I don’t know what to do first - change, grab a hairbrush, or put on makeup.

“He bought Mom white roses,” she smiles. “Great job telling him to do that.”

“I didn’t,” I shake my head, confused.

“That’s weird,” she makes a face.

“He got us each a bouquet of pink ones too,” she laughs. “He’s trying so hard.”

“Ugh! I have to get dressed!” I panic. “Help me!”

“No!” She jumps, her voice low. “You can’t! Then they’ll know I came here. You have to go down just like that.”

“No way!” I tell her, and she gives me a pleading look.

“I’ve done so much hiding for the both of you,” she threatens. “Don’t rat me out. I’m already in enough trouble as is.”

I groan, knowing I owe this to her.

“Wait five minutes and then come down,” she commands. “And if you so much as brush your hair I will be mad at you for forever!”

Dinner is going surprisingly well, despite my horribly embarrassing appearance. Overall, my parents are being pleasant, and the conversation is flowing smoothly.

“Is this weird for you?” Mom asks Gracie. “Having dinner with your teacher?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Not at all.”

“This isn’t going to affect her grade or anything, will it?” Mom asks, and I roll my eyes.

Josh shakes his head no, just as Dad interjects.

“How handy are you?”

“Dad!” I groan, and Gracie laughs.

“Very, actually,” Josh wipes his mouth with a napkin. “I renovated my entire apartment on my own, down to the studs.”

“You did?” I ask, shocked.

“That’s good,” Dad takes a bite of his food. “Very good.”

“I won’t be shocked that you’ve been there,” Mom holds her hands up. “I suppose we’ve all agreed that that’s where you’ve been spending your time.
Sleeping there
.”

I start to say something, but Josh warns me under his breath to let it go.

Mom lets out a huge sigh, just as Gracie changes the subject. “So any spring break plans next week?”

“I’m going to France for my sister’s wedding,” he smiles.

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Mom coos, and Dad nods. “Luci, you were there weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but not this part,” I hesitate. “Josh invited me to go too.”

Gracie voices her excitement as Mom’s fork drops.

“Luci,” Josh groans.

“She’s an adult, Sue,” Dad tells her. “She went to Europe when she was only 18. She probably knows it better than he does!”

I laugh, because there’s no way that’s true.

“Josh actually used to go all the time when he was a kid,” I offer, trying to bring up more about him. If they could only see how wonderful he is.

“I’m sorry,” Mom sighs, and my eyes widen. “I just need to know.”

Oh God here it comes.

“Sue,” Dad begs.

“I knew he had something to do with your change,” Mom sadly accuses. “That’s why I’m so upset about this. The year he was your teacher you
changed
, especially towards the end, and I can’t help but put two and two together.”

“Well-” Josh starts to explain.

“He did have something to do with it,” I jump. “The truth is,” I swallow, thinking of where I’m going with this. “I was the one who came onto him. He turned me down and it really upset me.”

Josh shoots me a look, and I ignore it.

“Luci,” Mom’s face falls. “Your behavior wasn’t healthy.”

“I know,” I take a deep breath. “I had a crush on him. I eventually told him, and he only wanted nothing to do with me. He turned me down and said maybe when I was older.”

Josh starts to say something, but I grab his leg, stopping him.

“I’m sorry,” Mom looks at him. “I didn’t realize.”

I exhale my relief; happy he’s going along with my story, but still nervous on what he’s going to say.

“I saw her when she came into school this past January,” he explains. “Knowing she’s older now, I asked her out on a date, and I apologize if that offends you in any way. I know my track record isn’t wonderful. I married young, and it didn’t work out. My life hasn’t been very drama-free, with, as you know, a kid that turned out to not be mine. I can’t change the past. You have a smart and beautiful daughter who brightens up everything and everyone around her. She loves and respects you both so much. I’m lucky she even looks at me. Please don’t tell her not to, because she
will
listen.”

My parents look at each other, and Gracie’s jaw drops. Josh grabs my hand under the table, and I think that did it.

He won them over.

~*~*~*~*~

The week before spring break I’m home sick from school. My parents actually have no problem with Josh coming by to see me regularly, and one night, they even ask him to stay for dinner. I’m floored by the turn of events these past couple of weeks have brought, but of course, don’t dare question it.

The day before break officially begins, Josh calls to come over after school, and I bound down the stairs, finally starting to feel better.

“Hey!” Gracie walks in just as I open the door, making sure it’s unlocked.

“Josh is coming over,” I tell her.

“Yeah, he’s right behind me.” I look outside, seeing his car turn into the driveway. I don’t bother shutting the door, enjoying the little bit of cool spring weather, watching as he gets out and walks inside.

“Hi,” he smiles, sweeping me into his arms. “Can I kiss you yet?”

I haven’t been letting him, not wanting him to get sick too, especially so close to our trip.

“Wait until tomorrow, just to be sure.”

He makes a face.

“Ugh, get a room!” Gracie complains.

“Oh my god, we’re not even doing anything!” I turn around to face her.

“Yeah, but you’re like all googly eyed and lovey, and it’s sort of making me want to vomit.”

“You know you can leave the room.”

“You’re sort of in the middle of the house,” she counters.

“Sorry,” Josh apologizes.

“You don’t have to apologize to her.” We’re still wrapped in our embrace.

“I’m still indebted to her,” he shrugs just as Gracie sticks her tongue out at me.

“Ugh,” I turn back to him. “I miss your apartment. It’s been forever.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to risk upsetting your parents,” he sighs. “They’re finally starting to like me.”

I roll my eyes. It’s ironic how
he’s
become such a goodie-goodie now.

“But I have
fantastic
news,” he smiles. “Brittney St. James,” he says her name, and already a horrified expression crosses my face, “is leaving.”

“What? When? How?” My eyes widen.

“At the end of the year,” he’s still smiling. “Best of all,
you’re
being offered her position. With schooling!”

“Oh my God!” I squeal, and Gracie grabs me into a hug. I didn’t even realize she was still here.

“This is awesome!” She squeezes. “I’ll be at community, and you’ll be home too!”

“How did this come about?” I still can’t believe it.

“I don’t even know,” he shrugs. “I just found out about it, and was so excited I came here.”

“But how did my name even come up?” I eye him suspiciously.

“Principal Finch, believe it or not,” he laughs. “Turns out she likes you,” he shrugs, making a face. “No idea why.”

I smile, leaping into his arms, and I’m so excited that I kiss him, totally forgetting about waiting the additional day.

He doesn’t seem to mind.

“Uck,” Gracie mumbles.

“Yeah, uck,” Josh jokes, pulling away. “Germs!”

~*~*~*~*~

I have no idea how I’m awake right now. I don’t know what time it is, other than the middle of the night, and I’m on a plane to France.

The plane’s white noise is soothing, and Josh got us first class tickets, so there’s a ton of room to spread out during the long flight. The cabin is dark and quiet, minus a few reading lights, and I stare out at the pitch-black outside.

“Still feeling okay?” Josh’s whisper scares me. Last I looked over he was asleep.

“Yeah,” I smile. “Just can’t sleep. Plus, I’ve never flown first class before and I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Nothing’s happening,” he laughs. “You’re free to sleep. I’ll wake you when the dancing starts.”

“Well, it’s hard to sleep when you’re snoring so loudly,” I joke.

“We both know I do
not
snore.”

I laugh and he grabs my hand. “So,” I smile. “What does this mile high club consist of?”

He laughs quietly. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” He leans over, kissing my forehead, and I can’t mistake the tent in his blanket. “Go to sleep.”

I exhale loudly, throwing my head back against the uncomfortable plane pillow, before looking back out the window.

A few minutes later, I feel his hand creeping up my thigh, and I look down, watching as it moves under the blanket. I look towards him, and his eyes are still closed, but he’s smiling wide. I adjust in my seat, allowing him better access. Inhaling, I stretch out, and his hand swoops under my sweat pants and into my underwear. He hooks his finger just inside, gathering my juices and moving to my clit.

He begins to press steady circles, sliding my wetness all over, and I writhe at his touch. His fingers then move to either side of my lips, stretching them, before using the entire length of his middle finger to slide against me, up and down, using the most agonizing strokes my clit has ever encountered.

I spread my legs wider, and he removes his hand, sucking on his fingers before lifting the armrest that sits between us.

I give him a look,
why are you stopping?
But as soon as I look over, my jaw drops at the bulge in his blanket. He adjusts himself before placing his arm around me, pulling me closer. I lift one leg on the seat while the other hangs over his leg, my back almost resting against his chest.

“This should help you relax and sleep, my sweet Luci,” he whispers as his hands dip into my pants again.

I reach under his blanket, feeling his cock stiff against his leg.

“You’re huge,” I whisper, and when I look into his eyes they’re all consuming. He takes my hand away, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“When I say,” he orders, just as two fingers sink inside my pussy. “You’re going to lift the blanket up.”

I start to protest, but he fingers me harder, and all that comes out is a whimper.

“Now!” He pinches my nipple through my bra, and I comply. His fingering doesn’t let up as he slides me over and leans down, flicking my clit with his tongue. My hips push into the air as I spread my legs even wider, and an orgasm rips through me.

“God you taste so good,” he groans.

I settle back in my seat, taking a sip of my now warm water, satiated.

“Your turn?” I give him my most seductive glare.

“There’s no where for me to come here,” he whispers.

“Into the blanket?” I suggest.

“The blanket is one thing to use over your clothes, but I’m not putting that anywhere near my dick.”

“It was in plastic when they gave it to us!”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” he laughs. “Don’t worry about me. It’ll go down eventually.”

“Suit yourself,” I shrug, smiling, an evil plan already forming in my head.

I relax back in my seat, hearing as he shifts in his; unable to ignore the push he keeps on giving himself.