The Death of Me (7 page)

The sudden sound of someone popping bubblegum made me raise my eyes from my desk. It was Zaydee Lansing and she had finally decided to grace me with her presence.

“Even for detention you’re late?” I asked sternly, glancing at the wall clock above the door.

She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.

“Where do you want me to sit?”

“Your usual chair will do just fine,” I remarked, shaking my head.

I waited until she was seated before I went back to grading my papers. I had already decided that her late appearance and less than stellar attitude, earned her another afternoon in that chair.

There was only five minutes of actual silence before she started fidgeting around at her desk, chair scrapping on the tile floor. I rubbed my forehead irritably with my forefinger and thumb.

“Problem, Ms. Lansing?” I asked.

“No. Well. Yeah. Can I ask you something?” she said, leaning her arms onto her desk.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, dropping my pen and leaning back in my chair.

“What made you want to become a teacher?” she inquired curiously.

I raised an eyebrow at her. I wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know or if she was just making conversation, but I decided to answer her anyway.

“I liked the idea of helping people. When I went to college, I looked at my options and still felt my love of history swelling in me, so that’s why I chose that path. I guess it was just the notion of helping people better themselves,” I replied thoughtfully.

“Oh.”

“So, if you don’t mind, I still have a stack of papers to grade,” I said, pointing down at my desk.

“Sorry. I just hate it when it’s quiet. I always feel so lonely,” she replied softly.

I groaned inwardly. I’d just have to take these papers home and finish there.

“Why were you late to class today, Zaydee?” I asked.

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. I could tell she didn’t want to tell me, but I just wanted to know if she had a valid excuse and I could let her go home early.

“After gym class, I was in the showers and Marnie and her friends decided it would be funny to grab my bra and yell out the size to everyone. I was so embarrassed that I waited in the shower until all of the girls left. I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

“Teenagers can be so cruel to each other,” I remarked, shaking my head. “I wish you would’ve have told me that. I would’ve excused you being tardy.”

She shrugged and looked down at her feet. Her demeanor seemed to have changed but I couldn’t quite tell in which direction until she spoke up again.

“Yeah, but then we wouldn’t have a chance to hang out alone together,” she said shyly.

Huh, wonder what the hell that’s supposed to mean,
I thought to myself.

“Mr. S, can I tell you something?” she continued.

“Of course you can.”

I watched Zaydee get up from her chair and walk over to the side of my desk. She let a hand fall on the pen I had been using to grade the homework papers, then raised her eyes to meet mine.

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Zaydee. You’re one of my best students,” I replied fondly.

“No. I mean ... I
like
you,” she said.

My hands started to shake at her confession. I had never had this situation happen with a student before and I knew I had to tread carefully. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings and I didn’t want her to think anything would happen between us.

“Don’t be shy; I’ve seen the way you look at me in class when you think I’m not looking. It’s okay for us to like each other,” she said, running a hand lightly up my arm.

“Zaydee. I’m your
teacher
,” I said, emphasizing the last word. “You’re my
student,
but that’s it.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. I was hoping you’d keep me after school eventually and today just happened to work out in my favor. Do you think I’m pretty, Mr. S?” she asked, her hand resting on my shoulder.

Truth be told, I thought she was absolutely beautiful. She had the body of a grown woman; something my wife seemed to be lacking and even though I wouldn’t admit it to her; I did sometimes look at her with thoughts that shouldn’t have been running through my head.

I inhaled sharply as she pushed the papers out of the way and sat down on my desk in front of me. The look in her eyes told me what she wanted, and I knew my eyes were reflecting hers.

“We’ll get caught,” I whispered.

She smiled and got off of the desk, walked over to the door, and locked it. Then she went to the back of my classroom and rolled one of my mobile blackboards toward the door, blocking the small window view. Zaydee walked back toward me and went back to her spot on the desk.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked again.

“No. I think you’re fucking beautiful,” I replied, my voice thick with desire as I leaned forward and pulled her on top of me.

She let out a surprised squeal that I stopped by pressing my lips against hers. Her clumsy response told me that it was her first kiss, but I had every intention of being patient with her. I wanted her more desperately than I wanted anyone else in my life. Perhaps it was the thrill of being caught, or perhaps it was the thrill of being with a student, but either way I knew I wouldn’t let her leave this room until I had fucked her properly.

She pulled away from me long enough to take her shirt off. When she tried to kiss me again, I held her back for a moment to look at her full breasts and felt myself becoming hard.

I had never needed Josie the way I needed Zaydee. What I felt inside of me in this moment; it felt like my soul had been set on fire. Like everything I never knew I needed, everything I had denied myself, was finally sitting in front of me.

As I sat there taking her beautiful body in, I found myself wondering if the fire inside of me was what true love was supposed to feel like. With a deep breath, I looked up into her gray eyes and gave her another chance to walk away from it.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

That was all I needed to hear. I kept one hand on her side, and used the other to slide her bra down, exposing her already hard nipples, and took one into my mouth. The way she wriggled on my lap as I sucked on it only made me harder.

I moved from one to the other, sucking and licking more feverishly than I did with the last, her moans making me want to rip her clothes off. But I was determined to take my time, because if I was her first kiss, then I knew I would also be her first fuck and I wanted her to enjoy it. It meant she would come back for more.

“Up you go,” I said softly, using my strength to place her on the desk. She smiled nervously at me as I pulled off her denim shorts. Once they were on the floor, I gently ran my hand over her black cotton panties, reveling in how wet I had already made her.

I pulled my chair forward and continued rubbing my hand gently over her panties. I wanted to taste her more than anything, but I always believed that teasing was just as sensual as the act itself.

It took everything I had not to slip my fingers inside of her. I didn’t want to pluck her flower that way. I wanted her to feel me inside of her, I wanted it to be so intimate that she would beg me for more, and by God I would give it to her whenever she wanted.

But first ...

I moved her panties to the side exposing the small tuft of hair on her already glistening opening and smiled. I hated that Josie shaved everything off; it made me feel weird when we had sex. Zaydee, probably because she was so young, hadn’t shaved anything and it only served to make me more excited.

I leaned forward and used the tip of my tongue to gently part her pussy lips. She groaned softly and grabbed the back of my hair. I chuckled slightly as I slid my tongue up and down a few times, intensifying the moment before I moved to her clit. Zaydee took a deep breath and formed a fist around my hair as I licked at her.

I could almost swear that she tasted like the sweetest honey in the world; freshly harvested from a bee’s nest and made especially for me. I dug my hands into her hips as I continued moving my tongue against her until she came. It didn’t take long for that to happen and again, I found myself feeling pleased.

I got to my feet and unzipped my pants. I let them fall around my ankles and my boxers followed as I guided the head of my cock toward her soaking wet hole.

“I’ll go slow. It hurts the first time,” I promised in heavy breaths as I pulled her ass down toward the edge of the desk. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, her eyes clouded over with a look that told me that she was just as lost in our moment as I was. A look that told me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong because she wanted it just as badly as I did.

As gently as I could, I started to push my length inside of her. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped my wrists as I continued my movements until I felt a warm rush go over my cock. It was done; the hardest part, the part I honestly didn’t know if I would follow through with was over. Zaydee wasn’t a virgin anymore and that meant she was mine now, just as much as I was hers.

I kept my rhythm gentle and slow, moving in and out of her as gracefully as I could, when what I really wanted was to fuck viciously. But I told myself that there would be time for that. This wouldn’t be the last time that I had this beautiful fucking creature on my cock and I would fuck her the way I wanted to next time.

“Fuck” I groaned through grit teeth, shooting my cum onto the bathroom wall across from me. I took a few steadying deep breaths and grabbed some tissue to clean myself off. before washing my hands. I grabbed more and let some warm water run over it before I cleaned the wall chuckling at what I had just done.

Maybe Zaydee didn’t love me the way I loved her anymore, but I would always have the memories of when she did.

I flushed the used tissues down the toilet and went back to my chair. Stretching my legs out in front of me, I leaned the chair back as far as I could and decided to sleep the rest of the way to Phoenix.

I
quickly realized the flaw in my plan when I landed at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. I didn’t know what Bill or Rose looked like, so finding them here was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack.

The only thing I had to go on was what Greta had told me. They were related to Zaydee on her father’s side and she looked a little bit like her Uncle Bill.

I skipped baggage claim, because the only bag I had was carried onto the plane. I didn't plan on staying long enough to need luggage. I just wanted to meet him and go back home to Zaydee. I went over to the escalator and nervously gripped the sliding railing.

Scott was more than just my son; he was a miracle born of a damaged lust. Josie had never been able to have kids, having had some kind of condition that left her with a one percent chance of ever conceiving. I wanted desperately to be a father, but no matter how hard we tried, it just never happened.

When Zaydee told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I held it inside because she looked absolutely terrified, but I had every intention of being a father to our child. Her parents took fourteen years of a dream I had for so long and shattered it. Now I had a chance to make up for lost time and I would do my best to make him understand that we both loved him. I hoped that Bill and Rose had explained the situation to him and if they hadn't, then I would. I didn't want him to think that he had been abandoned by his parents.

After I got to the bottom, I stepped off and took a deep breath. I glanced around the large airport lobby to see if anyone around me resembled Zaydee. I didn't have to look for long though, because a tall, middle-aged man with a thick black mustache with a tiny woman by his side walked over to me and held his hand out.

"You're Garrett, aren't you?"  he asked, with a kind smile.

"Bill?" I asked, shaking his hand firmly.

"Oh my God. He looked just like him," the woman who I assumed to be Rose, said quietly, nudging Bill.

"This is Rose, my wife," he said, confirming my thoughts and nodding at her. I smiled as she stepped forward and gave me a friendly hug, which I returned.

"Come on, our car is in the parking garage. Did you have a good flight?" Bill asked, leading the way down the large hallway.

I confirmed that I did and we made small talk all the way to his car. I kept a smile on my face and interest in my eyes, but I was honestly disappointed that they hadn't brought Scott with them. I kind of wanted to have one of those airport scenes that you see in the movies; the kind when you see someone you love and you run and embrace each other, while everyone around you starts to cheer.

Once in the parking lot, we took the elevator to the third floor in silence. I leaned against the back wall and stared up at the numbers as they ticked by, Bill cleared his throat a couple of times, and I felt Rose's eyes on me when she stole the occasional glance.

"Over here," Bill said once we were on the third floor of the parking garage. I followed as he and Rose led the way to an old beige colored Volvo with a couple of dents in the side. He used a remote control attached to his key chain to unlock all of the doors and I slid into the backseat.

"Is your home very far from here?" I asked.

Bill shook his head slightly, "About half an hour, depending on traffic."

"Oh; and um Scott? Is he there?" I asked nervously.

Rose put a hand on Bill's arm before she turned and looked at me with an emotion I couldn't quite read. She realized I couldn't understand what her face was trying to tell me, so she nodded before turning back around in her seat again. I decided it was better not to ask any more questions about him, so Bill and I bantered a bit about what there was to do in Phoenix, our favorite sports teams, and how long I had been in the education profession.

Thirty painful minutes later he was pulling into the driveway of a split level home with a tire swing hanging from a tree in the front. I was starting to believe that was a family trait and wondered if Zaydee would have insisted on one, had we had the chance to keep him.