a second.
One last glimpse of Lexi and it only slams in again what a beautiful, young woman my student has grown into. She really is something divine.
I’ve heard on the usual gossip grapevine that being a teacher gives you access to, how that boy Marty Harris has been fighting over her with Neil Vine. I guess neither of the senior jocks have claimed her yet. The thought that they won't ever get the chance makes me feel almost noble about being her first introduction to the world of sex. I’d be doing her a favor since the guys are both total jerks and losers.
I get absorbed back into an afternoon of smiles and ho, ho, hos but I can’t shake it off, not for a heartbeat, not how much that girl has been thinking about me naked in the backyard. I’ve been her fantasy for twelve months, and I’d live up to that. I know I’d live up to it.
The shopping mall comes to a close and Santa's workshop is wrapped up for another year before I head back home, wired because of Lexi still. Only one more week left of the school semester before the holidays and then it’s time for celebrations and tinsel and Christmas songs until the New Year. The houses are flashing with lights as I walk past them, windows bright with action from inside. Families are getting ready for the time out and the world around me is alive with festive cheer. I’m sure the season is incredible if you aren’t an independent loner living in a sprawling house on his own. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest for 364 days of the year, but Christmas morning makes things feel a little different. It's why I try to participate as much as I can as the local Santa when it comes to holiday festivities.
I’m still wearing my Santa jacket, but my beard has been cast aside and tossed onto the passenger seat. I don't feel anything like a Santa Claus. He’s supposed to be a tubby little cute guy with rosy red cheeks. I’m anything but that.
I’m still trying not to think about the dirty little elf when I pull into my driveway, but she has me transfixed. Turning the ignition off, I peer through the trees and look at her house. I can see it's active but that’s hardly a surprise since there are two young kids running through the place as well as the older ones. I lift my gaze toward the second story and for the first time I can’t help but wonder which of the windows she watched me from that night. It seems the most fucked up but natural reaction in the world is to head to my backyard to see if I can actually see her. Getting out of the car, I walk around the side of the house and stay hidden in the shadows until I get to my jacuzzi. I take a chance and look up.
And holy fuck, there she is, my dirty little elf girl. Lexi is staring down at me from that very same window, illuminated from the backlight.
I can imagine her there, just the same, watching me that night in the dark. I can picture her crystal clearly, looking down on me while I was fucking Betty like an animal.
We stare at each other for long, slow seconds, both of us speaking volumes in the unspoken silence. Someone calls her name, I can hear them bellowing at her from across the yard. Sounds like her stepmom, in her prissy bitch voice. Lexi scurries away like before and I'm left standing in the cold with a throbbing dick.
The corner of my lips curl at the thought of seeing Lexi in class on Monday.
I just hope I’ve come to my damn fucking senses by then.
As it turns out, I haven’t. I’ve anything but come to my senses by Monday morning. I’ve had my dick in my hand for most of the rest of the weekend, thinking about what I’d love to do to that dirty little elf girl.
I’ve always been a dirty, filthy guy outside of the classroom, with a very definite divide between the two. I’ve been a pussy hungry piece of filth since I was old enough to get one, I’ve just never been tempted by girls that I shouldn’t be – not until now. Not until Lexi.
I tell myself I’ll be doing her a favor and saving her from the idiot boys