Nikki and her Teacher (2 page)

“Are you heading to college soon?” he asked while I rang up his purchases. He was using his teacher to student voice. I hated that voice. I wanted to hear his “I’m aroused and trying not to show it” voice.

“I’m going to the community college here in town. I want to stay close,” I said looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“I didn’t think you had any family here. And you’ve lived here for less than a year, haven’t you? Why would you want to stay?” he asked. “You should be going to a big university. With your brains, the sky’s the limit!”

“I don’t have family here. But you’re here. Where else would I want to go?” I asked him. “If I decide to, I can always transfer after a couple of years anyway. I’ll have the grades for it.”

He sighed. “Nikole, I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

I handed him his change, running my finger along the palm of his hand. I could see the passion ignite in his eyes. I wanted him, and he knew it. “How do you want to respond?”

He looked around to see who was there. There was only one other register open and the girl running it was with someone. No one was close enough to hear. “What time do you get off work, Nikole?”

Was he asking me for a date? Or did he just want to explain, again, how it wouldn’t work out between us? “In about ten minutes,” I told him. I had worked the early shift that day. It was almost four.

“Are you expected at home as soon as you get off work?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Now that school is out, they don’t pay any attention to me coming and going.”

He looked at me for a moment, almost like he was fighting with himself. “I’ll be in the parking lot in a white Chevy pick-up. Come find me when you’re done.”

I quickly counted out my drawer and almost skipped out to the parking lot. I scanned the lot, and at first didn’t see the truck. I thought he’d left, but then I spotted him, way at the back. I walked over to the truck and climbed in the passenger side.

I found myself wishing that I was wearing something sexier. Here I was in my work clothes, a pair of khaki slacks, and a white button-up shirt. At least I knew my body was still as good as it ever was. I may be short, but I have a fabulous body. I’m slender through the middle with large high tits and a great ass. I know that sounds conceited but it’s true.

I looked over at Coach and smiled. “Hi.” I removed the scrunchie from my long blond hair and shook it out, until it fell down past my shoulders.

He put the truck in gear and started driving. I had no idea where he was going, and honestly, I didn’t care. I totally trusted him. He already owned my heart. Why not my body as well?

I buckled my seat belt and turned toward him as he drove. I wanted to be able to see him. I loved his face. His jawline was strong. His body was still in perfect shape. In my eyes, there was not a more perfect man. I heard other girls going on and on about the silly little teen heartthrobs out there. How could they even see them with Coach around?

I wanted to touch him so badly that my fingers itched, but I kept them in my lap. He wasn’t talking, and I really didn’t want to mess with his concentration. He’d never done anything that would invite me to call him by his first name, but I knew it. It was Bryan. I wondered if he’d let me call him Bryan.

He took the road heading east out of town toward the state park. I’d looked up his address on the internet, and he lived in town, so where he was taking me was still a mystery. Maybe he was looking for a place to dump my body to keep me from pestering him. I snickered to myself as I thought it. He would never do anything like that.

I saw flashes of green as I watched him drive. I knew if I looked out the window the scenery would be beautiful. Minnesota was beautiful this time of year. Leaves were green and the grass was greener. In my mind though, there was nothing as beautiful as Coach.

Finally the truck slowed down and turned in onto an old gravel road. We followed the road for a mile or two when he pulled up to a small cabin. He killed the truck and turned to me fully. “Nikole, we need to talk.”

I nodded. I hated conversations that started that way, and I was sure this one would be no exception. I unbuckled my seat belt so I could turn toward him a bit more. I wanted to touch him, but I was afraid it would make him angry.

“I know you think that you’re in love with me, but I’m old enough to be your father,” he said. “I think you need to go off to the University and find a nice boy.”

I shook my head, my hair flopping back and forth. “I’m not going to do that. I know what I want, and I want you, Coach. There’s nothing in my life I’ve ever wanted the way I want you.”

He stared down at me for a minute. His green eyes looked so intense. “I can’t deny there’s some attraction there, Nikole, but I think we’d both feel like we were doing something wrong if we even kissed. I don’t think having a relationship is a good idea.”

His eyes told me he wanted me to argue. I knew they were. He wanted me to keep fighting him on it so he would feel like he just didn’t have a choice, so I did what I wanted to do.

“Try me, Coach.” I slid across the seat of the truck until I was plastered up against him. I placed one hand against his chest, and moved the other around to the back of his neck. I’d never really kissed a man before. My last foster-dad, Mr. Jackson, didn’t count.

I pulled his face down to mine, tilting my face up, and pressing my lips to his. My whole body started tingling the second his lips touched mine. It was so incredible. I traced my tongue along his lips, and moved my other hand from the front of his shirt to his shoulder, rubbing it through his t-shirt.

At first, he remained pretty passive, letting me kiss him. When I slid my tongue between his lips, his arms came around me and he crushed me up against him. I could feel the hard wall of his chest against my tits. He pressed my mouth open with his tongue.

I tried to climb on his lap and straddle him, but the steering wheel was in the way. After a minute he pushed me away, resting his forehead against mine. We were both panting.

He sucked in deep breaths, obviously trying to figure out the right words to say to me. I kept my arms around him, gently stroking his neck and shoulder. His body was so hard. I wanted to climb on top of him and beg him to slide his cock inside me.

“I can’t do this out in the open,” he whispered. “No one can know that I’m seeing you. And we have to take it slow. Really slow.” He sounded like he was almost afraid of the words he was saying.

I nodded. “No sex until the second date. Does this count as the first?” I tried to pull his head back down to mine, but he resisted, and he was too strong.

“No. I’m thinking a picnic in the park where we talk and get to know each other. Maybe going to dinner over in Wabedo or St. Cloud. No sex. Not until I know you’re ready.”

I sighed. I wanted to grab his hand and press it inside my panties. He’d have known then I was ready. “Okay, Coach. When?”

He shook his head. “Do you think you could quit calling me Coach, and maybe try to call me Bryan? It’s my name, you know.”

I nodded. “I know. My family used to call me Nikki.” I hadn’t wanted anyone to call me Nikki since then. Now, I did. I wanted Bryan to call me that.

“Okay, I’m Bryan and you’re Nikki,” he said. “Are you working tomorrow, Nikki?”

I thought about my schedule for a second. “I go in at 4:00 tomorrow.” I hated trying to keep up with a rotating schedule.

“How would you feel about a picnic at the lake before work?” he asked.

I’m sure my whole face lit up. I loved the idea. I would rather have been rolling around in the sheets with him, but a picnic would work. “I’d really like that,” I told him. “I’d have to be home by 3:00 to get dressed for work.”

“Where is home?” he asked.

“I live with the Richardsons on Maple Street. It’s probably not good to pick me up there. I could meet you at the corner of Oak and Pine. You could drop me off there, too,” I offered. I didn’t want him to get in trouble by being seen with me, but I didn’t have a car. The good thing about the boarding house was that it was only a few blocks from both campus and work. I could ride my bike in the summer, and walk in the winter.

“I can meet you there. I’ll pack a picnic,” he said. “Where should I drop you off now? Back at the store?”

“Would you mind dropping me off at Oak and Pine? It’s just a couple of blocks from the Richardson’s. I can walk home from there in five minutes. Well, home for now,” I said.

“What do you mean ‘for now’? Are you not staying there?” he asked, starting the truck and turning around in the gravel drive.

“No. I have to move out at the end of the month.”

He looked at me, stunned. “Where are you going?”

I shrugged. “I found a boarding house between campus and the store. I can walk to either one in about ten minutes.”

“The one on Main?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s not the best in the world, but it will work for my purposes. It’s furnished, which is good because I have nothing but my clothes.” I tried to sound like I didn’t care, but I did. I didn’t want to go to that depressing place, but I didn’t really have a choice. I swear, that place was so bad, it wouldn’t have hurt the atmosphere at all to have a corpse hanging from the ceiling.

He nodded once, briefly. “I don’t like it, but I understand. I don’t know if this helps at all, but I ended up getting adopted by my foster parents when I was nine. They were elderly then, and died years ago. I know what it’s like to be totally alone in the world.”

I looked at him, not knowing if he’d understand, but I had to say it anyway. “I haven’t been alone in the world since the first day I walked into your class.”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and I saw his knuckles turn white. “I’m not sure if you’re looking for a lover or a father, Nikki. I can’t be both.”

“I’m not looking for a daddy. I had one. I’m looking for a lover, Bryan. I’ve never had a lover, but I know you’re the only one I’ll ever want or need.” I watched his face as I said the words, and wasn’t surprised when he grimaced.

“You’ve got to quit saying things like that. I’m just a man. You’ve put me on such a high pedestal that when I fall off, and I
will
fall off, you’re going to be incredibly disappointed.”

I grinned. “You’ll never fall off. I’ll be there to bolster you up if you start.”

He stopped the truck, and I realized that we were already at Oak and Pine. I looked around to make sure there was no one on the street, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Dream of me tonight. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

I got out of the truck and walked home with a smile on my face. I planned on spending the evening getting my stuff together so I could have Mr. Richardson drive me to the boarding house on Saturday. I let myself into the house and went to the kitchen to make sure that Mrs. Richardson didn’t need me, and then went up to my room.

I got as much daydreaming done that evening as I did packing. I couldn’t quit thinking about the kiss I’d shared with Coach. I mean Bryan. Would I ever be able to think of him as anything but Coach?