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Older
Women: Part 2
My hot
teacher fantasy. A 3-part series.
By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast
at Explicit
Novels.
I got a temp
job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in
to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more
seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious
relationship' status.
Other Ladies.
I moved back
home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did
what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and
I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing
serious; or that lasted over a few months.
Three years
on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone
on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again
after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work,
took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked
out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.
She'd been
the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part
of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night
in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the
first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first.
But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.
To get us
past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and
we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet
hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high
anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came,
she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and
grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.
I was her
first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make
her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and
sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my
cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read
the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't
find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and
smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.
Seems that
in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that
apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's
girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of
her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.
I felt a bit
slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep
about it or anything.
A month or
so later I went off on a guys stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent
the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap
shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather
hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the
hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of
us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low
fences and for us to fall off them.
Miss White.
As we
trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I
thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks,
farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across
the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.
It was Miss
White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.
Okay, I'm a
bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight
at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt
half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect
stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion
was an arse to match.
I
appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and
baggy white shapeless blouses.
Back in the
day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes.
With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely
young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough
place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself.
"Fit as
fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie.
"That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though
she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels
like it."
"She
did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that
weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me
history and sociology in my last year."
"You
lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!"
"Dave!"
I shouted after him as he backed away from me.
"Mellie!"
he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"
I called after
him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my
other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the
barbecue for more steak.
What I
didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie
telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the
room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fianc - his
mate Terry.
Two weeks
later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through
what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the
pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her
working clothes that I was used to.
"It is
Terry isn't it?"
I turned
around,
"Yes,"
I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag
weekend and didn't want to embarrass you."
"You
wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand.
"Yeah, Okay,"
I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned,
"Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for
Dave and Mel's free booze."
"Okay,
I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized
you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it
all came flooding back."
Before we
could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to
attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of
the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the
aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me.
I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle
after the service. Sweet.
We headed to
the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat.
It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms
but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the
other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they
would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was
single, and just eight years older than me.
She asked me
about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late
twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional
detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than
ten years previously.
Okay, she
probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of
got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out
to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in
Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the
previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well
qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in
the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.
We all said
goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three
days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons
I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.
Like a scene
from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the
groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our
celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all
and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.
We arrived
at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's
events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before
we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous
week.
Dave looked
nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place
across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to
be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo,
dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's
dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was
simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the
other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to
look at the bride.
The service
started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the
occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at
me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes
with an embarrassed smile.
While
everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from
my order of service and looked across at Jo.
"Wow;"
I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"
She flushed
red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her
blushes behind her order of service.
The hymn
finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates
were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,
"Ladies
and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played
the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny
granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood
adjacent to.
Still
holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we
slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for
photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests.
"Wasn't
that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin.
"Really
nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely
couple."
"Aw,"
said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?"
"I
suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something
like this don't we."
"Do
we?" said Jo looking up at me.
"Yeah
right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much
as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to
call you a liar!"
She giggled
and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the
glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and
congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the
photographer.
After the
bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and
bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she
gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I
noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other
friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.
By this
stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and
we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the
hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.
At the
wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and
groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man
made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that
she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to
make sure he behaved.
Her family
all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned
and waved at her cousin.
The meal
finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor.
Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and
she stood.
I pulled her
close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite
love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was
resting her head on my shoulder.
At the end
of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests
were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most
of us took to our seats.
Most of the
ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the
first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding
day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave.
"Terry
Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting
up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked
back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit
it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag
and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that
you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you,
seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper
friend of mine."
"Keeps
asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you
'really' didn't have someone coming this evening."
"Really?"
I said, "I wasn't getting that impression."
"You
wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages,
curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know
that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to
learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color
is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes
down; Ah, now will you just look;"
I turned
round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully
walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight,
plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the
heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the
three of us.
"Evening
Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down.
"Looking
good Jo," Mel said.
"Feeling'
good Mel." Jo looked at me again.
"Ah,"
breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked
with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests.
"Can I
get you a drink, Jo?" I asked.
"Champagne,"
she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses
bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away
to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.
The dancing
continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel.
"Every
time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she
said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to
family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake.
"I'm
not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like
I was just out of 10th year."
"That's
just Jo," she said shaking me again, "she's a bit defensive; she's a
hot girl working in a school with over 400 boys going through puberty;"
"Of
which I was one;"
"Of
which you were one, I'll admit. I've never seen her like this over a bloke
Terry; she talks about you, which is more than she's done over any man I've
known about fifteen years. Come on," said Mel, walking me to her.
"I
think it's just a crush," I said looking across to where she was leaning
against the bar with two blokes either side.
"Crush or
not, go and fucking dance with; aww shit." One of the four suitors whisked
her away again.
"You
see?" I said, "Surely she would head in my direction if she was so
into me?"
"Oh!"
snarled Mel, "I should knock your bloody heads together!"
Mel walked
me across and introduced me to Jo's parents in the meantime.
"This
is Terry," she said in an overloud voice, "he was looking after Jo,
today."
We discussed
that she'd once taught me sociology and history and her parents asked what kind
of teacher she was as they'd never met one of her pupils before. I of course
said she was still my favorite teacher, especially as I'd walked down the aisle
with her that day.
Her father
mumbled something to his wife like 'about time someone did,' and Mel kissed his
cheek.
All of the
groomsmen and bridesmaids were called together for Mel and Dave's leaving for
their honeymoon and it was very nice, and we formed an arch for them to walk
along with a final smattering of confetti. When Dave and Mel stopped where I
stood with Jo, Mel leaned across and kissed me.
"If you
don't do something about Jo, Terence; so help me, I'll fucking kill you!"
With that she hugged me, adding, "Trust me Darling, she's perfect for
you," and they left for a fortnight in Mauritius.
Once they
had gone, I managed to get a dance with Jo. She was quite pissed and had headed
straight for me now. Someone wasn't trying to orchestrate it.
"So
come on then Miss White," I said, "how come a woman as gorgeous as
you is still single?"
"Fucking
men," she said leaning back to look me in the face and then around at all
of the single guys and the not so single ones that had been letching over her
all night. "I work in a school with 300 fucking pubescent boys who all
seem to have a crush on me; 500 hormonal girls, none of whom I can be friends
with in case they fall in love with me, two dozen fucking male teachers or half
a dozen male governors who are convinced I'm a fucking dyke or are trying to
stare down my blouse or up my dress, while their female equivalents think I'm a
bull dyke or might be after their husbands - why do you fucking think,"
she slurred, "yeah, fucking men."
"We
aren't all the same, Jo;" I said. "Although in that dress, I can't
say I blame anyone for wanting to check out your body, you're gorgeous."
"You wanting
to fuck Miss White as well; are you?"
"Honestly?
I smiled gently rubbing up and down her spine, "I wouldn't object, but
really my thought was actually how I could get the gorgeous woman I'm dancing
with to go out with me once all of this has settled and before she goes back to
work in September."
"Going
out with a pupil?" she giggled pushing herself against me, "surely
that's unethical?"
"A
pupil?" I grinned, "that was over ten years ago Miss, so you'll have
to do better than that."
"Well,"
she grinned and got a bit more girly, "perhaps it's just I have a bit of
an issue with younger men."
"Really,
Mel said;"
"You
shouldn't go listening to everything my soppy cousin says about me," she
butted in quickly and defensively, "certainly not on her wedding day. I
don't see why you aren't after sleeping with one of these gorgeous young things
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I got a temp
job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in
to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more
seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious
relationship' status.
Other Ladies.
I moved back
home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did
what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and
I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing
serious; or that lasted over a few months.
Three years
on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone
on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again
after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work,
took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked
out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.
She'd been
the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part
of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night
in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the
first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first.
But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.
To get us
past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and
we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet
hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high
anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came,
she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and
grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.
I was her
first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make
her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and
sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my
cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read
the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't
find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and
smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.
Seems that
in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that
apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's
girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of
her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.
I felt a bit
slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep
about it or anything.
A month or
so later I went off on a guys stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent
the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap
shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather
hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the
hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of
us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low
fences and for us to fall off them.
Miss White.
As we
trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I
thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks,
farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across
the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.
It was Miss
White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.
Okay, I'm a
bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight
at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt
half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect
stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion
was an arse to match.
I
appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and
baggy white shapeless blouses.
Back in the
day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes.
With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely
young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough
place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself.
"Fit as
fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie.
"That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though
she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels
like it."
"She
did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that
weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me
history and sociology in my last year."
"You
lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!"
"Dave!"
I shouted after him as he backed away from me.
"Mellie!"
he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"
I called after
him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my
other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the
barbecue for more steak.
What I
didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie
telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the
room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fianc - his
mate Terry.
Two weeks
later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through
what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the
pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her
working clothes that I was used to.
"It is
Terry isn't it?"
I turned
around,
"Yes,"
I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag
weekend and didn't want to embarrass you."
"You
wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand.
"Yeah, Okay,"
I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned,
"Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for
Dave and Mel's free booze."
"Okay,
I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized
you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it
all came flooding back."
Before we
could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to
attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of
the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the
aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me.
I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle
after the service. Sweet.
We headed to
the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat.
It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms
but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the
other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they
would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was
single, and just eight years older than me.
She asked me
about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late
twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional
detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than
ten years previously.
Okay, she
probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of
got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out
to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in
Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the
previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well
qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in
the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.
We all said
goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three
days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons
I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.
Like a scene
from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the
groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our
celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all
and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.
We arrived
at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's
events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before
we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous
week.
Dave looked
nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place
across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to
be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo,
dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's
dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was
simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the
other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to
look at the bride.
The service
started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the
occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at
me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes
with an embarrassed smile.
While
everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from
my order of service and looked across at Jo.
"Wow;"
I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"
She flushed
red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her
blushes behind her order of service.
The hymn
finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates
were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,
"Ladies
and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played
the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny
granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood
adjacent to.
Still
holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we
slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for
photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests.
"Wasn't
that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin.
"Really
nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely
couple."
"Aw,"
said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?"
"I
suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something
like this don't we."
"Do
we?" said Jo looking up at me.
"Yeah
right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much
as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to
call you a liar!"
She giggled
and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the
glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and
congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the
photographer.
After the
bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and
bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she
gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I
noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other
friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.
By this
stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and
we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the
hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.
At the
wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and
groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man
made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that
she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to
make sure he behaved.
Her family
all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned
and waved at her cousin.
The meal
finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor.
Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and
she stood.
I pulled her
close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite
love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was
resting her head on my shoulder.
At the end
of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests
were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most
of us took to our seats.
Most of the
ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the
first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding
day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave.
"Terry
Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting
up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked
back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit
it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag
and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that
you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you,
seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper
friend of mine."
"Keeps
asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you
'really' didn't have someone coming this evening."
"Really?"
I said, "I wasn't getting that impression."
"You
wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages,
curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know
that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to
learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color
is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes
down; Ah, now will you just look;"
I turned
round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully
walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight,
plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the
heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the
three of us.
"Evening
Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down.
"Looking
good Jo," Mel said.
"Feeling'
good Mel." Jo looked at me again.
"Ah,"
breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked
with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests.
"Can I
get you a drink, Jo?" I asked.
"Champagne,"
she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses
bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away
to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.
The dancing
continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel.
"Every
time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she
said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to
family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake.
"I'm
not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like
I was just out of 10th year."
"That's
just Jo," she said shaking me again, "she's a bit defensive; she's a
hot girl working in a school with over 400 boys going through puberty;"
"Of
which I was one;"
"Of
which you were one, I'll admit. I've never seen her like this over a bloke
Terry; she talks about you, which is more than she's done over any man I've
known about fifteen years. Come on," said Mel, walking me to her.
"I
think it's just a crush," I said looking across to where she was leaning
against the bar with two blokes either side.
"Crush or
not, go and fucking dance with; aww shit." One of the four suitors whisked
her away again.
"You
see?" I said, "Surely she would head in my direction if she was so
into me?"
"Oh!"
snarled Mel, "I should knock your bloody heads together!"
Mel walked
me across and introduced me to Jo's parents in the meantime.
"This
is Terry," she said in an overloud voice, "he was looking after Jo,
today."
We discussed
that she'd once taught me sociology and history and her parents asked what kind
of teacher she was as they'd never met one of her pupils before. I of course
said she was still my favorite teacher, especially as I'd walked down the aisle
with her that day.
Her father
mumbled something to his wife like 'about time someone did,' and Mel kissed his
cheek.
All of the
groomsmen and bridesmaids were called together for Mel and Dave's leaving for
their honeymoon and it was very nice, and we formed an arch for them to walk
along with a final smattering of confetti. When Dave and Mel stopped where I
stood with Jo, Mel leaned across and kissed me.
"If you
don't do something about Jo, Terence; so help me, I'll fucking kill you!"
With that she hugged me, adding, "Trust me Darling, she's perfect for
you," and they left for a fortnight in Mauritius.
Once they
had gone, I managed to get a dance with Jo. She was quite pissed and had headed
straight for me now. Someone wasn't trying to orchestrate it.
"So
come on then Miss White," I said, "how come a woman as gorgeous as
you is still single?"
"Fucking
men," she said leaning back to look me in the face and then around at all
of the single guys and the not so single ones that had been letching over her
all night. "I work in a school with 300 fucking pubescent boys who all
seem to have a crush on me; 500 hormonal girls, none of whom I can be friends
with in case they fall in love with me, two dozen fucking male teachers or half
a dozen male governors who are convinced I'm a fucking dyke or are trying to
stare down my blouse or up my dress, while their female equivalents think I'm a
bull dyke or might be after their husbands - why do you fucking think,"
she slurred, "yeah, fucking men."
"We
aren't all the same, Jo;" I said. "Although in that dress, I can't
say I blame anyone for wanting to check out your body, you're gorgeous."
"You wanting
to fuck Miss White as well; are you?"
"Honestly?
I smiled gently rubbing up and down her spine, "I wouldn't object, but
really my thought was actually how I could get the gorgeous woman I'm dancing
with to go out with me once all of this has settled and before she goes back to
work in September."
"Going
out with a pupil?" she giggled pushing herself against me, "surely
that's unethical?"
"A
pupil?" I grinned, "that was over ten years ago Miss, so you'll have
to do better than that."
"Well,"
she grinned and got a bit more girly, "perhaps it's just I have a bit of
an issue with younger men."
"Really,
Mel said;"
"You
shouldn't go listening to everything my soppy cousin says about me," she
butted in quickly and defensively, "certainly not on her wedding day. I
don't see why you aren't after sleeping with one of these gorgeous young things
yo
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