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I gripped onto her hips, pulling her up onto her tiptoes. Then I spread her pussy apart, revealing her glistening hole, and I thrusted forward until I was all the way inside her.
I reached a hand under her t-shirt and gripped onto her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing as I plunged my cock in and out.
My other hand shot between her legs, twisting and pinching her clit, responding to the chorus of husky pants and restrained moans coming from her parted lips.
I felt her knees buckle and her walls start contract, tightening around my cock. I pressed us both forward, wedging my arm between her chest and the countertop to support her as her legs give out. Then I spanked her ass with my open palm. The sting sent her over the edge, and she fell forward, her body ripping apart with an orgasm. She dug her teeth into my arm, biting to hold back the cry of ecstasy.
Feeling her body react to mine trigged my own climax. My balls clenched and the muscles in my thighs burned, and then I came, shooting my hot load between her legs filling her.
17
DAISY
“Is everyone holding onto their partner’s hand?” I asked, glancing back at the procession of preschoolers trailing behind me.
Today was our class field trip to the Natural History Museum, and I somehow managed to convince the powers-that-be at Bellamy Day to forego the standard practice of chartering a bus and instead let my class make the short trek across Central Park by foot. My class had made it out of the schoolyard and down Fifth Avenue, then managed to stick together as we followed one of the scenic transverses that cuts through the park.
Now, before we left the serene oasis of the park and stepped back onto a bustling and noisy city street, Central Park West, I quickly scanned my eyes over the line of students to make sure that everyone was still coupled up. I saw thirty pairs of impatient eyes blinking up at me, eager to proceed towards the museum.
I also spotted Emmy standing near the back of the line. When our eyes met she gave me a little wink and a smile. I returned the gesture, then finished surveying the line of students.
“All clear back here!” Raven called from the back of the line, where she was joined by two burly security guards, a mandatory precaution, sanctioned by the school for all field trips and class outings.
“Stay close, and remember to look both ways before you cross the street,” I told my troops. I pushed all thoughts of Caleb and our undefined relationship and the headmaster’s warning out of my head, then I lead us out of the park and across the Central Park West crosswalk.
We were about halfway down the next block and I was just about to glance back again to check on my students, but before I got the chance I heard the familiar sound of Emmy squealing. I immediately twirled around and my eyes dart to Emmy’s spot in the line, but she wasn’t there anymore. There was an empty spot in the line where Emmy was supposed to be. Her partner was standing alone, hand empty, staring to the side.
I jerked my head in the direction that she was staring, and I was immediately relieved when my eyes find Emmy. Her nose is pressed onto the glass window of a small cafe.
“Look!” she squealed, hammering her little fist against the window, “It’s Uncle Caleb!”
I glanced through the window and sure enough, I see Caleb sat directly on the other side of the glass. For a split second, my heart started to hammer in my chest, filling with the usual giddy excitement that I felt anytime I was near Caleb.
That excitement quickly dies when I saw that Caleb is sharing a table at the cafe with a woman. A busty, blonde, beautiful woman.
My mind couldn’t help but race back to all the gossip sites and tabloid stories I found on Google the other day. To the countless pictures of Caleb with blonde actresses and models and professional party girls. I felt my heart stutter in my chest, straining with strange, undefined shock.
Before I could fully process what I was witnessing, Emmy lurched towards the cafe doors, throwing them open and leapt into the restaurant. I glanced back at Raven who, through a look of wide-eyed horror, gave me an affirmative nod to follow Emmy inside.
I thought my heart might burst out of my chest from how hard it was pounding as I pulled open the cafe door and stepped inside.
Emmy had already made it across the cafe to Caleb, and she stood at the edge of his table with her arms wrapped around him in a hug. His eyes flicked up as I shuffled towards the table, and I saw the panic in his face. I wasn’t supposed to be here; we weren’t supposed to be here.
My eyes moved across the table, to his ‘date.’ I could see her better now than I could through the glass. Up close, I saw how the thick paint of her makeup looked garish and greasy, packed into the crevices of her face. I saw the dark brown roots sprouting up like specks of pepper sprinkled through her crunchy head of thin, brittle salon-blonde hair. I saw the strain of her bra, working overtime to hoist her giant fake tits up to her chin.
And somehow, even though she was hideous and fake and oozing with desperation, I felt somehow inadequate. Was this what Caleb wants? Because if it was, well, how could I ever compete? I did not have the caked on makeup, the fake blonde hair, the acrylic nails, the tits. And even though I found her repulsive, I felt suddenly self-conscious in my khaki pants and Bellamy Day sweater.
I was just plain old Daisy Wright. I was just the pre-school teacher from Brooklyn.
“What are you doing here?” Caleb asked Emmy, refusing to meet my eyes.
“We’re on a field trip,” I answered for her. “To the Natural History Museum. We were just walking past, when Emmy spotted you through the window--”
“You can come with us!” Emmy told Caleb joyfully.
“I wish I could,” he said, ruffling Emmy’s hair affectionately. “But I’ve got to work, kiddo.”
“This isn’t where you work!” Emmy frowned. I couldn’t help but feel a stab of loyal pride for the little girl, she had never been shy about calling someone out.
