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A teacher's car breaks down and she accepts a ride home from a student...
   F/m
   Today just kept getting worse and worse.  Kyle and I had fought all
morning until he stomped out the door and went to work.  I left a bunch of
papers for my class at home and had to race home during lunch period to get
them, which meant no lunch for me.
   And now, to top it off, the damn car wouldn't start.  I twisted the key
as hard as I could but the engine only clicked.
   "Goddammit!" I yelled, slamming hand down on the steering wheel.
   I yanked the hood release and threw open my door.  I got out of the car
and lifted the hood.  I glared down at the engine.  Why the hell did I even
bother to open the hood?  I taught history to high school kids, what did I
know about an engine?
   I let the hood drop and got back into the car.  I pulled my cell out of
my purse and tried Kyle's number again.  Just like the last five calls, it
went to voicemail.  Either he was still pissed at me, or he was busy
working and was ignoring his phone.
   "Mrs.  Cross?"
   I looked up from glaring at my phone and wanting to strangle my husband
and found Bradley Cooper standing a few spaces over.  He was one of my
students that I thought actually listened and learned in my class.
   "Hi, Brad.  What are you still doing here?"
   "I was helping paint some of the stuff for the play Mrs.  Everett is
doing," he answered.
   "That's cool," I said, giving my phone another glare.
   "Are you having car problems?" He asked.
   "Among other things," I mumbled.  "Yeah, it won't start."
   "That sucks.  I'd offer to take a look but, do I look mechanically
inclined?" He asked with a laugh.
   He was a little over six feet tall and weighed, maybe one hundred and
ten pounds.  His brown hair was shaggy and badly in need of a trim.  He
oscillated between either shaggy or chopped really short.  The horn-rimmed
glasses finished off the classic picture of geekiness.
   I knew that in a couple of years, once he'd put on some weight and,
hopefully, got some contacts he'd have the girls all over him.  But, right
now, in the hell that was high school, he was very much alone in the girl
department.
   "I'm not exactly mechanically inclined myself," I said.
   "Do you have anyone you can catch a ride with?" He asked.
   I barked a laugh.  "I've been trying to call my husband but he's not
answering and I don't know who else is here that lives out by me."
   "Umm... I could drive you," he said quietly.
   I thought about telling him no right then.  Even taking a ride home from
a student was grounds for suspicion if you're a teacher anymore.  But, if I
didn't take him up on my offer, how long would it be until Kyle answered
his phone?
   I chewed it over for another second before I asked, "Are you sure?"
   "Yeah," he said, pointing at his car.  "As long as you aren't expecting
high class transportation."
   I looked at his car and had to agree with him.  It was an older Ford. 
The car might have once been red but time and the weather had faded it. 
The passenger door was a bright blue and had a dent in it.  It was about
what you would expect a sixteen year old to be able to afford.
   He shrugged and said, "She may not look like much, but she's got it
where it counts."
   I laughed and said, "Okay, `Han', let's get out of here."
   I grabbed my stuff out of my car, slammed the door and followed Brad to
his car.  We got in and I told him where to go.
   "That was pretty cool that you knew a Star Wars quote," he said, with a
silly grin.
   "What?  Girls don't know Star Wars?" I asked.
   "No, I mean because..." He trailed off and started to turn red.
   "Oh!  Because I'm so old, huh?" I teased.
   "I didn't mean it like that," he whispered, turning a brighter shade of
red.
   I laughed and said, "I'm just teasing you."
   "Oh, okay," he said.  "Cause you're not old or anything.  You're not
even thirty yet, I bet."
   I laughed long and hard at that.  "Thanks, Brad; you know how to make a
girl feel good.  Actually, I'll be forty next year."
   He looked over at me, his eyes wide.  "Really?  You totally don't look
that old."
   I laughed again.  I was enjoying his attention.  Kyle barely even saw me
anymore.  It was nice to see all the work I did to keep myself fit was
paying off.  Even if the only male attention I seemed to be getting was
from a sixteen year old boy.
   "You keep up with the compliments, you're going to be a heartbreaker
when you get older," I told him.
   He shrugged and said, "I doubt it."
   "Now none of that," I said.  "Yes, you're skinny and the girls are all
about the jocks right now, but this is high school.  It's not the real
world.  I mean, when I was your age, I had real bad acne and braces.  How
many dates do you think I got looking like that?"
   "Not many," he answered.
   "Exactly." I said.  "High school is hell, plain and simple.  But it
eventually comes to an end.  Then we ugly ducklings turn into swans,
right?"
   "Yeah," he said.  "But I can't imagine you ever being an ugly duckling."
   I felt my cheeks getting warm at his compliment.  He'd actually made me
blush and dammit if I wasn't enjoying it.
   "Well, before I got the braces they called me Horse Face," I said.  "Of
course, once I got the braces they started calling me Horse Brace Face."
   He barked a laugh and clamped his mouth shut.
   "Sorry," he mumbled.
   I shrugged.  "It's okay.  It's funny to me now, but it sucked bad back
then.  You'll look back on it the same way in a couple of years.  Trust
me."
   He nodded and we continued on in a comfortable silence.  He pulled into
my driveway and stopped.  I grabbed my stuff and got out.  I set my things
down and leaned down.
   "Thanks, for the ride, Brad.  Do you want some money for gas?" I asked.
   He stared at me for a second before he shook his head and said, "Huh? 
Oh, no, that's cool.  It was cool to talk to you."
   I smiled and said, "It was good talking to you too.  See you tomorrow."
   "Bye," he said as I closed his door.  I watched him back down the drive
and the head off down the street.
   I turned to pick up my stuff when I noticed the top button of my blouse
had popped open.  I stared down at my cleavage.  Brad must have had one
hell of an eyeful.  I giggled like an idiot for a second, enjoying the fact
that I had stopped him dead in his tracks with my cleavage.
   Grabbing my things, I headed into the house.  I took my things upstairs
to my office, before coming back down to look for Kyle.  He was in his
office hammering away at his keyboard, right where I knew I'd find him.
   "Is there a reason you had to call fifteen times?  I was on the phone
with Murray and this whole Hutchison thing is falling apart on us," He
snapped.
   "My car wouldn't start and I need a ride home," I snapped back.  "You
could have checked your voicemail."
   "Well, you got home okay, didn't you?"
   I rolled my eyes and it took everything I had not to find something and
smack him upside the head.  I hated it when work got to him like this.  It
was like he was two people.  Non-stressed Kyle laughed, took me to dinner,
and was a blast to just be with.  Stressed Kyle snapped constantly, threw
fits and treated me like a piece of furniture.
   "Can you take a look at it tomorrow?" I asked.
   "I don't have time.  It's pry just the battery.  Have some kids from the
auto shop take a look at it," he said.
   "Kyle, we haven't had auto shop for over three years.  Can you, at
least, drive me to work tomorrow?"
   He sighed and said, "Fine, but I have to go in early so you better be
ready to go when I am."
   I didn't even bother to reply.
   The next morning, Kyle was a little better.  He got me to work on time
and promised he'd have someone come by and take a look at the car.
   The day passed in a blur, which I was glad for.  I grabbed my things and
headed out to the parking lot.  My car was right where I'd left it last
night.
   I stared at it, not wanting to try it.  I knew he'd forgotten to call
someone.  I knew it would still be dead but I just didn't want to be right
about this.
   I finally worked up the courage to unlock it and get in.  I put the key
in the ignition and twisted.
   Nothing.
   I pulled out my cell and tried Kyle's.  I went right to voicemail so he
had the phone off.  I called his work and the secretary said he and the
senior partners of the firm were in a closed door meeting and she wasn't
allowed to interrupt.
   "Do you know how long they're going to be?" I asked.
   "I don't know, Mrs.  Cross.  This Hutchison case has had them all
working really long hours.  They might be in there all night, for all I
know," she answered.
   "Okay," I said.  "Can you let my husband know to call me as soon as he's
out?"
   "Of course," she said.
   I hung up and put my head against the steering wheel.  I bit my lip.  I
would not cry.  I would not sit here and bawl like a baby.
   "Mrs.  Cross, are you okay?"
   I turned my head away from the voice and wiped the tears that had
managed to leak through my control.  I turned and found Brad waiting there
for me.
   "Hey, Brad," I said.  "I'm okay.  My husband was supposed to have
someone check out my car but I guess he forgot."
   I tried my best to hide it but I could still hear he bitterness in my
voice.
   "I grabbed my mom's jumper cables before I came to school.  I could try
jumping your car," he offered.
   I let out a sigh of relief.  Maybe that would be all it would take and I
could go home and have a nice glass of wine and forget this week was
happening.
   "I'd really appreciate it, Brad," I said.
   He grinned and ran over to his car.  I popped the hood on mine and
waited for him.  He pulled in front of my car and popped his hood.  He
lifted both hoods and got the jumper cables attached.  H started his car
and said, "Give it a minute and we'll try yours.  That should do it."
   We gave it the minute and I got into my car and twisted the key.
   Nothing again.
   I smacked the steering wheel and said, "Dammit!"
   Brad came around to my door and said, "Sorry, Mrs.  Cross."
   "Oh, it's not your fault, Brad.  It's just..." My voice trailed off and
I smacked the steering wheel again.
   "You have a really nice car, Mrs.  Cross.  You shouldn't hit it," he
said.  "You can kick mine a couple of times if you want.  I need two more
dents of the left side to even it out."
   I stared at him for a second before the laughter started pouring out of
me.  With that was going on the laughter was a sweet release.  I put my
head against the steering wheel as the laughter flooded out of me.
   When I could finally control myself, I wiped my eyes and said, "Thank
you, Brad.  I needed that.  Even if I look like a raccoon with runny
makeup."
   "Nope, you're still the hottest woman in school," he said.
   It came out before he thought about it.  I could tell from the deep
scarlet his face went when he realized what he'd said.  I felt a little
heat radiating from my own cheeks.  So much for him getting older before he
was able to say the things the girl's wanted to hear.
   "I could drive you home again if you want," he said quietly, looking
everywhere but at me, still clearly embarrassed.
   "Looks like you're becoming my chauffeur," I said.
   "I don't mind.  I like talking to you," he said.
   I grabbed my things, while he unhooked the jumper cables.  I leaned down
and put my stuff in his car.  I looked down at my blouse but this one had
stayed buttoned.  I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.
This one buttoned lower so he was in for an even better show today.
   He slammed the trunk and got in to the car.  I was still standing
outside the car.  I leaned down to look in back; acting like I was making
sure I got everything.  I saw him look over out of the corner of my eye. 
It was almost like I could feel his eyes caressing the tops of my breasts.
I stayed like that for a couple of seconds before nodding to myself and
getting in.
   Brad's head snapped around and he started the car.  We pulled out of the
parking lot and headed for my house.
   "That really sucks that your husband forgot about your car," Brad said.
   "Yeah," I grumbled.  "He's just really busy at work and forgets about me
at times."
   I was truly surprised at how bitter I felt and sounded.  We'd been
through this enough times that I should have just shaken it off.  He always
made up for the grumpy spells.  Last time we'd spent a perfect week away
from it all in Hawaii.
   Of course, I'd never been stranded two days in a row because of him
either.
   I sighed.  "He's under a lot of pressure at work."
   Brad shrugged.  "But still, you're his wife.  He should take better care
of you."
   I smiled and put my hand on his arm.  "Have I told you thank you enough
times yet, Brad.  I really appreciate you helping me."
   His chest puffed up and he said, "It's no big thing."
   I let my hand linger on his arm for a moment before pulling it away.
   Before I knew it the drive was over and we were at my house.  I was
enjoying Brad's attention and was a little irritated to have our time
together end so fast.
   He pulled into the driveway and I got out.  I made sure to take my time
getting my things and he used that time to memorize every inch of my
cleavage.
   I set my things down and took a second to hide the smile his attentions
gave me.  I leaned back down and said, "Thanks again."
   He tossed me a smile and said, "Glad to be of service."
   He wiped his hands on his jeans and I noticed some grease rub off on
them.  I looked at his hands and saw they were covered in grease.
   "Brad, your hands are all dirty," I said.
   He looked at his hands and said, "It's no big thing.  I'll wash up when
I get home."
   "Why don't you just come inside and wash them real quick.  That way, you
don't get all dirty before you get home," I said.
   He was tempted, I could see that.  I thought he was going to say no when
he finally turned the car off.  I picked up my things and headed for the
door.  I put a little extra swing in my step, hoping he was enjoying the
view.
   I unlocked the door and pushed it open.  I set my things down by the
door, bending deeply to give Brad a nice view of my ass.  I worked long and
hard to keep it tight and firm so I hope he appreciated it.  It was all I
could do not to laugh at myself.
   "The guest bathroom's right back there on the left," I said pointing the
way for him.  "Do you want some water or soda?"
   "Water's good," he said, heading for the bathroom.
   I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine.  When Brad
joined me, I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed it to
him.  He opened it and took a sip while he looked around.
   "This is a really nice place, Mrs.  Cross," he said.
   I shrugged.  "It's okay.  I think it's too big for what we need.  But,
then, I grew up in a two bedroom apartment with a sister and a brother so
anything is bigger than that."
   "Yeah, we live out on Route 40 in a crummy mobile," he said.  I hope I
get into college, cause I want out of there."
   His words echoed my own feelings about escaping when I had been his age.
All I had wanted was to be anywhere but home.  I never brought friends over
because I was so embarrassed by where I lived.  I bet he felt the same.
   The phone rang and I hurried over and yanked it off of its charger.
   "Hello."
   "It's me," Kyle said.  "I got your message and wanted to call and tell
you, we're going to have dinner here and work on this.  I don't know when
I'll get home tonight so don't wait up for me."
   I sighed.  I'd expected it but it still sucked to hear him say it.
   "Did you call someone about my car?" I asked.
   "What?  No, I didn't have time," he said.  "Look, I have to get back in
there.  I'll be home later."
   I heard the click of him disconnecting but I didn't move.  I just stood
there with the phone pressed against my ear.  He'd completely forgotten
about me then hung up on me.
   My hand squeezed the phone.  I was so tired of being treated like this,
like I didn't even matter.  The good times did not make up for this.
   I turned and threw the phone as hard as I could against the wall.  It
shattered into dozens of pieces of plastic.  Even that act of rebellion
didn't help the empty feeling washing over me.
   I sunk down to the floor and started to cry.  The sobs tore through me
and I just sat there, tears running down my face.
   "Mrs.  Cross?  What happened" Brad asked.
   In my anger and sadness I had forgotten he was even there.  I tried to
speak but words wouldn't come out.
   He sat down on the floor next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. 
That little bit of human contact, that little bit of caring made me cry
even harder.
   I put my arms around him and held him tight.  I sobbed and sobbed into
his shoulder and he held me and told me everything was going to be all
right.  He was everything I needed right then.
   When the water works finally stopped, I pulled out of his embrace and
wiped my hands across my face.
   I looked up into his worried eyes and asked, "Do I look like a raccoon
now?"
   He grinned and said, "Nope, still way too hot for a raccoon."
   I laughed and got to my feet.  I told him to wait there while I went to
the bathroom.  I went in and looked at myself in the mirror.
   My makeup had smudged but not nearly as bad as I thought.  I wiped my
face off and took a few minutes to clean up before going back into the
kitchen.
   "Brad, I am so sorry about that," I said.
   "It's okay," he said.  "Was that your husband?"
   "Yeah.  He's working late and admitted he forgot about me and then he
hung up on me," I said, not even trying to hide my bitterness.
   Brad's jaw dropped.  "Damn, that's messed up."
   "You can say that again," I said.
   "Damn, that's messed up," he repeated with a grin.
   I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't fight a grin of my own.  Looking
over to where the remains of the phone lay I shook my head and said, "Looks
like I have a little cleaning to do."
   He nodded and said, "Yeah, I should pry get going."
   I agreed and we walked to the door together.  When we got there I put my
hand on his arm and said, "Thank you so much, Brad.  Not just for driving
me home but for being here when I needed someone."
   He shrugged and broke out into a huge grin.  "It's what us men do, Mrs.
Cross."
   I smiled at him and put my arms around him.  He hesitated for a second
before returning the embrace.  I pressed my ear to his chest and listened
to the hammering of his heart.
   I leaned away from him, keeping my arms around his waist and looked up
at him.  He was trying to hide how nervous he was and it made me feel good
that he was doing that for me.  In just a few minutes over two days this
boy had been there for me more than my husband had in months.
   I reached up and ran my fingers along his cheek.  He smiled down at me
and I couldn't help but return the smile.  I met his eyes and felt wanted
for the first time in a long time.  I felt needed again.
   I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled his face down towards mine. 
He resisted for a second before leaning down toward me.
   I stretched up and pressed my lips against his.  I kissed him softly at
first.  I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his lips.  His
mouth opened and I traced his tongue with mine.  Our tongues danced
together for a time before I broke the kiss and leaned back.
   His eyes wide and his jaw hanging open, Brad stared at me.
   "Are you okay?" I asked.
   "Yeah," he said breathlessly.  "That was just... wow.  I never
thought..."
   I looked at him for a minute before it clicked.  "Am I the first girl
you've kissed?"
   His face burned a deep red and he looked away.  He whispered, "I've
kissed a couple of girls but not like that.  Not with tongue and
everything."
   I smiled at him and asked, "Was it what you hoped it would be?"
   His eyes locked with mine.  "It was even better than I dreamed."
   He knew all the right things to say.  I stepped close and he bent his
head to mine.  We kissed again, this time with more urgency.  My hunger for
him was beyond my ability to control.
   I broke the kiss and pressed his face to my neck.  He kissed and licked
his way to the base of my neck.  I stopped him there and said, "Bite me."
   He gave me a gentle nip with his teeth.  I grabbed his hair and pressed
his face hard against my neck.  "Hard," I demanded.
   He bit me how I wanted.  I cried out and pressed myself against him.  I
pulled at his hair but he kept his face pressed to my neck and bit again.
   "Yes," I moaned, rubbing my body to his.
   After another blissful minute, I put my hands to his chest and pushed
him back.  We stood an arms length apart, panting and staring hungrily at
each other.
   I wanted him.  I had to have him.  I gave up on the rules that said I
couldn't have him.  He was everything I needed.
   I stepped back towards him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  I
yanked it up but I wasn't tall enough to get it over his head.  He did the
rest of the work for me.
   I ran my fingers over his bare chest.  He had a small patch of fine hair
growing in the center of his chest that I slipped my fingers through.  I
rubbed his nipples before leaning in to kiss them.
   He groaned and grabbed the back of my head as I twirled my tongue around
his nipple.  I kissed my way across his chest and gave his other nipple the
same attention.  He pulled my head away from his chest and pressed his
mouth to mine.  I kissed him back for a moment before pushing him back.
   I unbuttoned my blouse, watching his eyes widen with each button.  I
slipped the blouse off and let it fall to the floor.  I reached back, undid
my bra and let it fall in front of me.
   I took his hands and put them on my breasts.  I squeezed his hands and
he squeezed my breast.  I took his finger and trailed it around my nipple.
He watched it harden from his delicate touch.
   "Pinch them," I said.
   He took my nipples between his fingers and squeezed.  He knew I wanted
it hard and he gave me what I wanted.  I cried out and shuddered from his
touch.
   He dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed and licked my breasts.
He flicked his tongue around and around my nipples.  He sucked them deep
into his mouth before nibbling at each one.
   I reached down and pulled him to his feet.  I pressed him back until his
back was against the door before I dropped to my knees in front of him. 
His eyes somehow got wider.  He knew what was coming.  I grinned up at him
before reaching for his belt.
   I undid it and then unbuttoned his jeans.  I slid the zipper down
slowly, all while watching his face.  I slid his pants down and looked at
his boxers.  The bulge waiting for me made me shiver.  It was all mine.
   I wrapped my hands around his cock through the boxers and stroked him.
He leaned against the door and groaned.  I pressed my face against his
boxers and rubbed it all over the hardness beneath.
   I grabbed the bottom of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his hard
cock.
   I let it stand in front of me for a moment before looking up at him. 
Never taking my eyes off of his face, I opened my mouth and took his cock
into me.  The blood rushed out of his face and, for a moment, I thought he
was going to faint.  H managed to stay up though so I slid my mouth up and
down his cock.
   I grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked him while I sucked his hard
cock.  He put his hands on my head and pulled my hair.  It felt good.  I
wanted to please him to show him how much he had already pleased me.
   I slid his cock out of my mouth and kissed the tip of it before I asked,
"Brad?"
   "Yes?" He asked hoarsely.
   "Do you want to fuck me?"
   He shivered and nodded his head.  "God, yes."
   I stood up and took his hand.  I led him back into Kyle's office. 
Everything in Kyle's office was ordered.  Not even a pen was out of place.
It was an anal retentive's dream.
   I led Brad over to the leather couch in Kyle's office and sat him down
on it.  While he watched I slipped out of my slacks.  I slid my panties
down and stood bare before him.  I turned around, letting him see every
inch of me.  Letting him see my pussy with just a tiny landing strip of
hair.  I let him see my ass that I worked so hard to keep firm.
   "Do you like what you see?" I asked.
   "You are the most beautiful woman ever," he declared.
   I stepped over to the sofa and straddled him.  I pressed his cock
against my wet pussy and slid him into me.  I was wetter than I thought and
he went deep into me, making both of us cry out in pleasure.
   I slid up and down on him, feeling him plunge deep into me.  He pressed
his face between my breasts and kissed every inch of them.
   I rode him in my husband's office.  I rode this sixteen year old boy,
who was young enough to be my son.  I fucked him and took everything he had
and wanted more.
   His hands grabbed my hips and he helped pump himself into me.  We fucked
faster and faster.  I could feel the length of his cock pressed into me all
the way.
   We fucked harder and harder.  I could feel my body ready to orgasm; I
was out of control from my need.  My pussy squeezed his hard cock tight as
my orgasm ripped through me.  I cried out and ground myself against his
cock.
   I heard him cry out and felt his cock throb and pulse deep inside me.  I
kept grinding up and down as he came in me.  Each shudder of him sent off
another wave of pleasure within me.
   When it was finally over, we both sat pressed against each other, our
eyes locked.  I had done it.  I had tossed out all of my rules and what had
I gained?  The most perfect moment of my life.  It had all been worth it.
   Then the phone rang.
   I sat on Brad for another ring before I got up and staggered over to the
phone on Kyle's desk.
   "Hello," I said, still a little breathless.
   "Hey, it's me," Kyle said.  "We're going to break for tonight without
dinner, so I'm just letting you know I'm on my way home."
   "Okay, I'll be here," I said.
   "Are you okay?" He asked
   "Yeah, I was just working out," I said, grinning at Brad.
   "Okay.  Well, I'm on my way," he said.
   I hung up without saying goodbye.  It felt good to return the favor.
   "Is he on his way?" Brad asked, looking a little panicked.
   "Yeah," I said, "but it will take him a few to get here."
   "I better get going," Brad said, getting up off of the sofa.
   He walked toward the door but I stopped him.  I pulled his face down to
mine and kissed him long and deep.
   "If he doesn't get my car fixed, I'll need a ride home tomorrow," I told
him.
   He grinned at me and said, "Mrs.  Cross I'd give you a ride anywhere."
   "You just did and damn good job of that," I said.
   He looked down at me, completely serious, and asked, "Was I good?"
   I kissed him again and said, "I haven't cum that hard in a long time.  I
thought I was going to explode.  It was a dream."
   He puffed out his chest and walked over to his clothes.  I let him get
dressed while I stayed naked.  Once he was dressed, he came to me and
kissed me one last time.
   He left and I stood there looking at the door.  I already wanted him
back.  I needed him to make me a woman again.  I thought about all the
things I wanted him to do to me.  All of the things that Kyle had begged me
to try that I had refused.  Maybe I would let Brad try them on me.
   Maybe we would fuck right on Kyle's desk that I hated so much.
   The thought brought a grin to my face as I gathered up my clothes to go
upstairs and wash.  Tomorrow would be an interesting day.  
  
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