I knew I was wrong, but I couldn't help comparing his size and shape to Drake's. David was big, just not as big as Drake. Why couldn't I get Drake out of my head? There I was making love with my boyfriend with images of Drake creeping into my thoughts. "What's wrong baby? I feel as if you're pulling away from me," David said.

"I'm with you all the way, baby," I said as I pulled his lips back to mine. I really needed to focus on David, so I put more emotion into the kiss and pushed Drake into the farthest recess of my mind where he belonged and hopefully he would stay. Rolling David onto his back, I straddled him and looked into his gorgeous green eyes as I impaled myself onto his hardness. I rode him as if I was trying to finish a race.

Rolling me back under him, he slowed down the pace as if he wanted to prolong our lovemaking. Closing my eyes, I rotated my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. In total ecstasy, I bit down on my lip and succumbed to another orgasm. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling out Drake's name in the heat of the moment as yet another orgasm spiraled through me.

David cried out upon his release and I was quickly brought back to my senses. Before he went into the bathroom to dispense of the condom, he kissed me once more on the lips. I was almost asleep when he crawled back into the bed and covered us.

"Goodnight David," I said as I turned my back and he pulled me to him spoon fashion. In that moment, if I was to be truthful with myself, I wished those arms around me belonged to Drake instead of David. The one man that I knew without any doubt would have the biggest portion of my heart always.

Monday morning came too soon. There were only two more weeks before school would be out for the summer. I was glad that I remembered to set my timer on the coffeemaker the night before. I needed the jolt of my morning coffee to get my day started. As always, my second graders were a handful, especially since it was so close to their summer break. It was nearly impossible to hold their attention for long. During my lunch break, I met up with a fellow teacher and good friend in the teacher's lounge.

Bernadette Terry was one of those people who said whatever was on her mind. She was a great friend to talk to, if you wanted someone who didn't bite their tongue and to tell it like it is. Straight talk no chaser. While I sat at the table eating a slice of pizza that I had gotten from the school cafeteria, Bernadette took one look at me and asked, "What's wrong, Alyssa? You look worried about something."




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