Some of them knew her from years ago when she was jail-bait before I came on the scene and on her visits back home after leaving for university. She returned two years ago, same time as I got here, took a job as Ethics and History teacher at Valor High and she’s been driving me crazy ever since.
When Rodney handed me that tow order, something snapped. Now, I’m pulling up behind her car and my gut twists in a one-eighty, spinning and making me see double as I try to breathe.
This is it. She’s here. You’re here. Make it happen. Fuck the consequences, figure it out.
Fuck her, literally, until she has no doubt who she is.
Mrs. Charles Drake.
Has a nice ring to it.
I kick the stand down on my bike as her driver’s door opens and a speeding car flies by, nearly taking it off. I bolt forward, putting myself between her and the road.
“You need to be careful. Never get out on the driver’s side on the highway. Never, you hear me?” I blurt it out, anger that she could have been hurt fouling the first words I’ve ever spoken to her directly.
“Don't tell me to be careful. I’m perfectly capable of knowing how to keep myself safe.” She battles back, her brow tightening as those green eyes tangle with mine. “What are you doing here anyway? I called for a tow truck, not a local biker to give me shit about how I get out of my car.”
Keep your cool.
Being this close, the slight bit of control I had over my cock is long gone. She’s been hell on my dick since that first time I saw her. I’ve battled public hard-ons more in the last year than I ever did as a teenager with an out-of-control boner.
“Is that who I am? Some local biker?” I sniff, pressing my body closer, driving her to step to the rear of the car and off the fucking road so I can breathe again.
“Well, I don’t know anything else.”
I know way more about her than I should. She gets up at 5:50 every morning, even weekends. She drinks Earl Grey tea, but first she makes a cup of warm water with a lemon slice and downs it in a few gulps. When she’s done, she makes a face like it’s rotten shrimp juice, then puts that black mug back in her cabinet and uses a floral porcelain tea cup and saucer for her Earl Grey.
From there, she’s back in her bedroom where she sits on the floor, cross-legged, and meditates, chanting something I can’t hear but I imagine in my mind it’s a siren’s song she’s singing just for me.
She sleeps in boxers and a tank top or just the tank top with panties. Either way, she is more stunning than a Victoria’s Secret model walking the runway. She eats a pretty strict diet of fish, vegetables and the occasional comfort food of choice, macaroni and cheese.
I’ve seen her naked more than once and I should feel guilty but I don’t. See, two weeks after I saw her that first time, I started following her. My bike was loud, so I modified my 1972 Lincoln Town Car, making it ride in near silence inside and out. It’s a beast, long and sleek, but old enough that it’s overlooked for the most part.
I found the best places to park to not be seen while I stalked her, and lucky for me, her father’s place where she lives borders a cemetery. I have three look-out spots set up in there to catch her at different angles, depending on where she is in her house.
I’ve left a lot of jizz on top of some of those graves but no spooks have come up and complained, so either they’re into it or they don’t exist. That’s not the only place I’ve released my load with her name carved into every sperm, but that’s a surprise for her for later.
I stare at her, but the defiance in her eyes only makes me want her more. I’m not sure how much she knows about what a motherfucker her father is, but I’m not even sure I care anymore.
Send me back to prison, just give me a taste of her first. The memory of her could carry me through ten lifetimes as long as I knew no one else would ever touch her.
“Well, know this. I’m the one that’s here to help you now. So, a little gratitude might be in order.”
“What are you going to do? Drag my car back to your garage with that?” She leans over my shoulder and nods at my bike, her face twisting up like a bad flavor just assaulted her tongue but she’s still cute as fuck. Even with the off-duty-nun sort of clothes she wears, she’s stunning and I know what she’s hiding underneath. An ass that would make Jesus cry and tits that would make God create an eleventh commandment.