My wife Lucy and I have been married for four years. We started dating in college -- a small Midwestern school where I was a computer science major and Lucy was studying to be a teacher.
After graduation I went straight to grad school; Lucy landed a job as a history teacher at a local private high school. We got married a year later.
Lucy loved teaching. From her first few days in the classroom it became obvious that she was a natural; she had humor and rapport with the students that made everyone comfortable around her -- from the jocks and queen bees to the shy nerdy types. Everyone loved her.
Lucy has an easy-going, vivacious charm that people find inviting. I'm a bit more of an introvert myself. I like to socialize, but I don't chat up a room the way she can.
Lucy has these amazing hazel eyes that light up when she looks at you, and a cute round face framed by a halo of curly auburn hair. When she smiles the world just opens up.
Her figure is attractive, too, with perky breasts (B or C cup, I guess? I don't really know for sure but I like them), and slightly wider hips. Lucy's ass might be one of my favorite parts about her -- it's perfect. Firm but juicy, with enough curve to make you think about what it can do without it being over the top. A nice Nebraska farm girl, if you know what I mean.
On warm days when Lucy heads to work in her light summer dress I can just imagine that all the boys in her classes must get huge hard-ons for her... (But that's not where this story is headed. Bear with me.)
A year after I got my master's I received a job offer from a tech company out in California. The position was exactly what I was looking for, and the pay was amazing (though the cost of living in the Bay Area was going to be a lot more expensive than our small college town). It seemed like the right idea, but it was going to be a huge transition.
We talked about it -- I didn't want to assume that we would make the move just for my job -- but Lucy felt that this was an important step for my career and she wanted to me.
Everyone at Lucy's school was devasted when they heard the news, but they understood. The head of her current school called the principal of a private school in the town where we were moving and gave her a glowing recommendation. This new school is the kind of place where CEOs and hedge fund managers send their kids.
The new principal called Lucy, and after a ten minute conversation he offered her a middle school Social Studies position. She was excited.
"It'll be a switch from high school," she said, "But I think the change will be fun."
We were packing up our stuff, preparing to leave our three bedroom rental house for a small condo in California. It was a hot day, humid, and even with the fans on we were sweating as we lugged boxes and furniture to the truck parked in our front yard.
I put my arms around Lucy from behind, pushed her hair aside, and kissed the back of her neck. She leaned into me.
