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Click here"Then don't." She said invitingly.
"I have to." But did he, he thought? What was there but a large empty house and Mrs C?
He was silent as her hairdryer whined, blowing the dampness from her hair. When she was finally satisfied she turned it off and turned to him and placed her hands on her naked knees.
"There!" She said, "all ready for bed." She jumped up and slinked toward him. He lifted the covers for her and she scooted under the blanket beside him. They snuggled together and stroked each other in an effort to convey their love without inflaming their passions anew, neither had the energy for that just now. They kissed goodnight and fell immediately into a satisfied and sound slumber.
When he awoke, she was not in the bed beside him, and there was some wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. He got up and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself. He sat down to pee which had become a habit living with Judith, it was just easier than remembering to put the seat down. When he peeked into the kitchen, she was standing at the stove as she had been just yesterday, and it struck him that his life had totally changed in the last 18 hours. He had gone from being alone and doubtful of any kind of romance with her, to nearly being killed, to realizing he was, in fact, totally and irreversibly in love with her, to making love to her all night! She looked exactly as she had yesterday except she was nude but for an red apron. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. In that moment he decided he had to have her always and forever.
"Good morning, lover," she smiled sweetly, "how do you like your eggs?"
"Good morning, Hmmm, YOU look delicious!" He slid behind her, circled his arms around her shoulders and bent to kiss her neck. "Over hard, please."
"Yes, I feel something over hard right there," she said stood on her tiptoes to rub her butt up and down on his cock, "I do like hard" she lifted her head and kissed him.
They sat together and ate their first meal as a couple in love. They didn't talk very much but they watched each other carefully considering what this new romance would mean to their life. Finally the thoughts that were on Jason's mind could wait no longer.
"You have a pretty nice place, when is your lease up here?" He asked her as innocently as he could.
"I have it until the end of the year, I'm just hoping that my landlord doesn't increase the lease."
"How much is your monthly lease payment?"
"It's pretty low considering, I pay $1500 a month."
"Ouch!" Jason was obviously out of touch with rents. That seemed outrageously high to him.
He thought a moment, wondering how she would react to his idea, "Cheri, why don't you let this place go and come stay at my house?" He didn't say another word, letting the idea sink in.
She looked at him without any expression one way or the other. She set her fork down by her plate, swallowed the food in her mouth and took a sip of her orange juice looking over the glass at him.
"Did you just ask me to move in with you?" She said at last.
"Yes."
"Do you mean as a roommate, or as your girlfriend?"
"Well, I would prefer as my girlfriend but roommate sounds pretty good, too.
"I won't live with you without the proper paperwork, Jason." She said seriously. She wasn't entirely sure what he had in mind so she wanted to be sure before she answered.
"Paperwork?"
"Yes, if I am going to be a roommate we need to make a contract and set out how much rent per month and storage and all that stuff, but if you are asking me as your girlfriend then...
"What kind of paperwork for that?"
"I won't live with you as a girlfriend, Jason. But I would love to live with you as your fiancé ...that kind of paper work. You know minister, white dress, flowers, honeymoon in Hawaii, the whole bit."
"Yeah that." Jason said, trying to keep his amusement under control.
"Then, I say, yes, Jason, I will marry you, but I want a real proposal before I start packing and I want a good one. You know, nice dinner, flowers and a ring. The whole tamale!"
"We'll go shopping for a ring this afternoon."
"Okay" She answered simply and picked up her dishes and set them in the sink.
"I'm going to get dressed," Jason stated and left the kitchen. He was about half way to the bedroom when the reality of what had just happened sunk into her.
"WHAHOOO!" She shouted! "WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!"
Jason smiled, he was happy, too.
Jason Wheeler -age 54 retired HS Choir teacher, widower, stay at home single man
Cheri Iñiguez- age 29, former student of Jason's, has been in love with him since HS, first year Literature teacher at the HS
Judith Wheeler - Aiden's deceased wife, was divorcing Aiden to start a relationship with her female yoga instructor, Shannon
Shannon Germaine - Judith's Bi/Lesbian yoga instructor
John O'Donnell. - best friend and former colleague/teacher at Aiden's old school
Beth O'Donnell - best friend's wife
William (Bill) Walker - good friend and teacher
Hannah Walker - Bill's wife
Gerald Hume - Drama teacher and coach/ director
Fran Booth - make up artist
Tuesday Oct 20. Meet
Wed. Oct 21. Make up costume
Thursday Oct 22. Dress rehearsal
Fri Oct 23 Performance
Sat. Oct. 24 Performance
Sun. OCT 25Misses her realizes he may love her:
Monday October 26 Really misses her calls her but can't reach her
Tuesday Oct 27 performance she is a little distant strained relationship she is resolved to make him make the next move
Wednesday Oct. 28 performance - still strained but she is a little more encouraging
Thursday Oct 29 warming. He is more enthusiastic but still reluctant, age difference still bothers him
Friday October 30. He suggests they discuss pros and cons the next day at
Sat. October 31 final day. They have lunch date with her parents, He talks with her Dad
Performance
Active shooter
They declare their undying love &
Consummate their relationship
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoThis story hit very close to home. I was a HS drama teacher for 33 years until retirement, in an upper middle class suburban school with a very active, professionally driven theatre program, directing three of the six plays we produced annually.
In those years I had crushes on about a half dozen incredible, talented, intelligent and caring young ladies. Oddly enough, the young ladies I held dearly never pursued professional acting careers (though I have had several young men and women who have become nationally known talents). My “crushes” all persued other fields like law, anthropology, film casting and professional writing.
I NEVER had an indecent moment with any of them, but my fantasy was that one would find me after my multi-year marriage had broken up. This story regenerated those old fantasies.
BUT . . .
The OTHER major job I had prior to teaching was as a lower echelon editor at Harper Collins. Here’s my semi-professional advice:
This should have been a 4-5 page story, at best. Unless you assume your readers are morons the redundancy of narrative voice was unwarranted. Also, delivering internal monologue is the calling card of an amateur.
There were moments of brilliance muffled by overindulgent narrative.
I’d say “don’t quit your day job”, but there is an inherent humanity here.
Do you want to improve? GET A FUCKING EDITOR!!!
If not, continue your little hobby.
Adamdavidsonover 2 years agoAuthorCal59, I’m glad you liked it! I accidentally published the notes which were intended as a guideline for me as I write. I sometimes make changes as the plot develops.
Cal59over 2 years agoIn the story she was 34 and had taught for 5 years, in the notes at the end she was 29 and a first year teacher! Still I really liked it, thanks
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoThe part with the shooter just seemed to come out of nowhere. Odd that he had a semiautomatic weapon and a sword, unbelievable. The cast, who should be traumatized by the experience, still partied afterward? Also unbelievable.
Anonymousover 3 years agoI enjoyed your story and got upset with Jason because it took him so long to get it.
If you want it to be more authentic, a true latina would probably not have taco shells in the oven unless she's just trying to appeal to his preferences.
If she's really adept, she'd make her own tortillas. Most people don't anymore. Even if they're store bought, they're soft. You put them in the oven long enough to get them warm and slightly crispy or you warm them on the stove top on a cast iron pan out griddle, unless you have an actual tortilla warmer.
I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of your story and skipped to the end to critique the cooking. I'll go back and finish.
Since I'm already commenting, I'm surprised this story is considered taboo to you, but then I'm not because you present yourself as a decent man in your bio. As a teacher, I generally avoid anything with teacher-student romance, but she's been out of school quite awhile and he's single... It loses the taboo to me, which also makes it safe for me to read in my mind. And it's a good story!
