“How is my son supposed to make it into college with these grades? You need to adjust your teaching methods because you’re wasting his time and fucking up his future,” Mr. Thompson said through clenched teeth.
I stood there, eyeing him like he’d lost his damn mind because clearly, he had. There wasn’t shit wrong with my teaching methods. The problem was that he didn’t have enough time to invest in his son since he was always in and out of the courtroom, putting clients before his son. So, he was projecting, and I was about to let his ass have it until Cory Thompson walked into the classroom.
“Dad, chill. don’t talk to Ms. Nicks like that. It’s not her fault I’ve been slacking.”
And he was right. My teaching methods had pulled some of the most challenged out of their learning slump. I prioritized my students’ education like they were my own. Cory was smart, he was just distracted. From what I gathered through high school chatter, I knew he was still dealing with the aftermath of his mother being incarcerated. I couldn’t help with that. Harlow Thompson had to make time for his son.
What I didn’t know was that Harlow Thompson was going to include me at that time. A week later, he returned to my classroom and invited me to tutor Cory twice a week. I was at the Thompson house every Tuesday and Thursday, assisting Cory with his studies. When left alone for even a moment with his father, I caught the way Harlow eyed me. I wanted to ask more about the issue with his ex-wife, but it seemed as if it was a sore topic. I still wanted to cuss him out for the way that he spoke to me when he first arrived in my class but now, I just kind of felt sorry for the man.
He looked as if he was stressed out and I knew being a lawyer was a lot to take on and raising a teenage boy by yourself, didn’t make that any easier. So, I took it upon myself to offer more of my time to help Cory get back on track. Harlow didn’t want to feel like he was stealing so much of my time, and he felt like a completely different man than the one who had walked into my classroom a week ago with a chip on his shoulder that was about to get him cussed out.
“Does it affect your work as well that your wife is in prison?” I asked, cleaning up my things when Cory rushed out for a last-minute basketball practice. It was one of the reasons he really needed to get his grades up.
“Ex-wife, and no.”
“So, just with your son,” I said before I could catch myself. It wasn’t my intention to come off rude, but I had to understand how someone could just give so much of their time to a job when their child needed it.
The look on his face, let me know that he didn’t like what I was implying. And his beautiful chocolate face twisted into something vial.
“You’re minding business that doesn’t pay you, Miss Nicks.”
“Well, I’m asking because I’ve seen you here for like five minutes every day I’ve been here. And when you are here, you’re on the phone working. Meanwhile, your son is struggling in school, and you have the audacity to walk into my classroom and blame me. For a lawyer, you seem pretty shitty at looking at the details.”
“Excuse me? You won’t talk to me like that in my home. You can get the hell out. I’ll find Cory another tutor.”
“Yeah, and what senses that make when I’m his teacher still?”
“I’ll have him placed into another class that’s no problem.”
“This late in the semester, yes, it is! And are you really gonna explain to your son that you’re moving him out of his favorite teacher’s class?”
“I don’t like your damn attitude. You’re sitting up on your high horse and judging me and you don’t know me.”
“I know enough. Maybe you should start making more room in your schedule to also assist Cory. You’re a lawyer, so I guess that makes you smart about law at least. But you’re also a parent and you need to get smart about that.”
“Do you have kids?” he retorted.
“Yeah, ten years' worth of kids from all walks of life, so trust me when I say I know a thing or two.”
“You need to learn a thing or two about keeping your damn mouth shut.”
I watched the way his jaw flexed when he said that, and there was something devious in his tone like he had a few ways of making that happen. I don’t know what it was, but it touched my core, and Phat Ma started purring. To make matters worse, it seemed like he got a whiff of the energy change because his eyes darkened and he became laser-focused on examining my body. I was frozen, and the slick comeback that sat on the tip of my tongue wouldn’t slide off.
Harlow Thompson was fine! He was the type of fine that you noticed immediately: tall, dark-skinned, fit, and he walked like it was heavy, and even his bald head had me imagining the filthiest of things. The only problem was that our first encounter was not a great one. Typically, parents meet their children’s teachers at an open house before the year starts, but Cory had come to my classroom with his grandmother. The anger on Harlow's face when he first walked into my class was my first impression of him. But now standing in front of him, I realized how attractive this man was, and he was just my type. Minus the projection he was putting on me due to his own shortcomings as a parent. That was something that could be fixed though.
I might have been rude to Miss Nicks, but standing in front of her and hearing her, talk her shit to me and it all be true was irritating me, and turning me on. She didn’t mind standing her ground and giving me back what I’d dished out to her. She was right though; it was on me that Cory's progress was slipping. My mind was so boggled with the fact that his mother was in jail for armed robbery, and I didn’t want her actions tainting my name in the legal world. So, I worked overtime to make sure I won cases and did everything by the book. I had a legacy to uphold, and Miss Nicks was right that I was failing him.
Stress blanketed me and I was in need of a serious release. the way she was standing across the room, made that more notable to me. The way she reacted to me telling her she needed to learn a thing or two about shutting up wasn’t what I expected. Though I had said it in a way that meant there were some things I could do to her to get her to shut up, I expected that she would fully cuss me out to the end of the earth. And honestly, I wouldn’t have been mad.
Now, though, I couldn’t take my eyes off the beauty. That had never slipped my mind since I first laid eyes on her. I was just angry at myself, but it was easier to take it out on her. It wasn’t lost upon me that she was my type of woman. One I took pleasure in making come over and over again. The type that I would handcuff to a bed and edge her until she was begging me to stop.
The thought was catching up with the rest of my body, and I felt myself tenting beneath my pants. It was probably going to end badly because I was getting horny as hell looking at this feisty, thick, luscious woman. I mentally undressed her from the orange blouse that hugged what had to be a triple-D and showed very little cleavage. My eyes trailed down to the knee-length, beige skirt she wore, and then down to her pretty white toes in black open-toe heels. She was giving sexy nerd, and I wanted a piece of her.
She hadn’t moved even an inch, and she’d fucked me the same way I did her. So, without further hesitation, I close the distance between us. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone’s breathing hitch in real time the way hers did as she realized what I was coming for. Still stood there eying me and waiting for my move.
“You think I’m a piece of shit?” I asked her just a footstep away from her.
“I do.”
“But you’re gonna let me kiss you?”
There it was again, me getting her breath stuck in her throat. I wanted to run my tongue up and down that throat and then I wanted to stuff my dick inside that throat.
“Tell me no now, and I’ll back away from you.” I wanted her to know that she could stop me and that I would move away. There was no way I would be in court next with some sort of sexual harassment charge filed against me. Just a thought nearly made me back up, but she stepped closer, closing the distance between us. And that was my cue.
I took her face in my hands and pressed my lips against hers, not caring that they were painted with red lipstick. I felt her hands clutch my waist as our kiss became something all-consuming. It had been so long since I kissed someone, and I was grateful that Miss Nicks was a great kisser. Somewhere between our tongues tangling, we’d unbuttoned each other’s shirts. The clothes pooled to the floor, and I was able to see her chocolate nipples through the thin, black lace bra. She ran her fingers down my torso, and I turned her around.
Pinching her nipples through the bra, I pressed my hard dick against her ass. I hope she was up for it because I wanted something animalistic and raw and loud. I slipped her skirt down before stepping out of my slacks. with my hand between her legs, she moaned out when I massaged her clit through her panties. She was so wet for me and if this was all it took to get her to this level, I knew this was about to be so good that I would probably only last a minute or two.
“I want to pre-apologize for how short this might be. You’re so fucking wet and it’s been some time for me.”
“Me too,” she responded. “But if it’s good, we have some time, no?”
“Oh, we have some time. Cory won’t be back for at least two hours.”
With that said, I pulled her panties to the side and pushed her back to arch her more. She had more than a little bit, and it was all exposed to me. Like a ravished dog, I kneeled behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and lapped up her juices. Fuck, her scent was heady, and she tasted even better. I had her down for one orgasm before I had to relieve my own. As her body shook, I stood and turned her back around. I took one of her legs and held it up before I pushed the head inside of her.
She gasped.
“I know, baby,” I whispered, holding eye contact as I slid all of me inside her. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head shouldn’t have been that sexy, but it was, and I knew that we had about three and a half strokes before I filled her warm, hungry pussy with nut.
“Harlow,” she cried, digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Feel good, baby?” I asked.
“Yesss, ohmigod, yes.”
“You too,” I responded before capturing her mouth with mine. That was one way to get her to shut up because if she kept talking, the extra pumps I had in me would falter.
My dick got greedy though, and I pumped in and out of her feverishly. I knew this was a beautiful moment, but I also knew I was releasing pent-up stress and anger. I fucked her hard and her moans escaped my mouth. I let her breathe and was grateful that I lived in a house and my neighbors were full yards away.
“I’m coming!” she cried, and I was right there with her, grunting in my own release. With her back against the wall, I stroked into her deep and hard until the room started spinning.
“Fuck!” I bit down into her shoulder. She winced at the pain, but her nails were deep in me, and I was sure she drew blood.
That wasn’t the last of it though. Thirty minutes later, we made it to the couch, and then the last stretch we ended up upstairs in my bed. I was in heaven, and I wanted this woman to be my guardian angel.
“Cory will be here soon, and I have a Phat Girls meeting,” she said, getting up with my sheet wrapped around her like I hadn’t seen or eaten every part of her body and left my DNA inside of her.
“Fat girls?” I questioned.
“With a Ph, not an F. And yes. I hang with women who look like me,” she responded, waving her hand up and down her body.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Never said I wasn’t.” She smirked, looking around the room for articles of clothing I knew were downstairs. “Anyway, you seriously have to make time for Cory. He’s only off his game because he feels like you’re not invested. He already lost one parent, don’t make him feel like he doesn’t have either.”
“You’re right, and I appreciate you calling me out on my shit. I plan to do better, to do more for him.”
Just as I was about to get out of bed because I wanted to feel her in my arms again, we were both stopped dead in our tracks.
“Dad?!! Miss Nicks???” Cory’s voice sent me into a mild panic. “Oh, gross, y’all!” he gagged and went into his room and slammed the door shut.
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