California took some getting used to. I liked my job, and the people I worked with were cool, but I didn't have a lot of opportunity to socialize with them because I wanted to be there for Lucy.
Her transition was a fair bit harder. The new school was great, but the expectations were intense. Even though it was middle school the parents were already expecting their kids to be Harvard-bound. The fact that their new teacher was a 25-year-old fresh from Iowa made a few families nervous. Lucy felt that she had to prove herself, so she spent most evenings at home, prepping her classes and responding to parent emails.
I cooked and took care of our small apartment. When we were living in the Midwest we talked about having kids; our house there was big enough. I couldn't imagine this California condo having enough room for a new baby. But we would work it out.
Soon enough (and not surprisingly) Lucy built up a positive reputation among the parents and kids. She sponsored a yarn-bombing club with a couple of 7th grade girls, and she helped a group of awkward boys bond together while watching anime shows in her room during lunch.
Probably the biggest factor in her growing acceptance was the president of the PTA, Connie. Connie was Korean-American -- a quintessential Tiger Mom -- and she had a daughter in Lucy's class. Connie's daughter LOVED Lucy, so naturally Connie loved Lucy, too.
Connie's husband was a hedge fund manager, and the family had more money than God. My annual salary was less than an accounting error on their financial spreadsheet.
Connie would often call Lucy in the evenings with questions or concerns about her daughter. At first it bothered me that she demanded so much of Lucy's time, but Lucy said it was part of the job, and Connie was always very grateful. Every so often they would send us gift certificates to five-star restaurants or bottles of wine as thank you gifts.
A big event at the school was the annual fundraising silent auction. This is a night where people booze up and bid on items. Most schools have something like this -- people throw in $50 for a spa day, etc. At Lucy's school the items were more like "Play a private game of HORSE with Stephen Curry," or "A week's getaway at our private beach house in Maui."
I knew there wouldn't be anything I could possibly bid on, but Lucy was expected to attend and I was there to support her.
I put on my work suit and tie, and I was standing in the kitchen drinking a quick beer as Lucy got ready in the bathroom.
She came out in a blue dress that wasn't too low cut but still managed to show off her breasts well. Her hair was done up in a loose bun. The skirt of the dress came down to her knees. She did a little twirl in her pumps.
"What do you think?" she asked, posing coquettishly with her ass out.
"Wow," I said. "I think you look incredible. I think every dad in the place is going to want to fuck you."
She tilted her head in consideration. "They will, won't they? But too bad. This body is just for you!"
I walked over to her and pushed her skirt up past her hips. Then I hooked my fingers around the elastic of her panties.
"Do it slowly," she told me. "Show my ass inch by inch."
I did like I was told, luxuriating in the reveal of her alabaster ass, firm and white in contrast to the dark silk panties that slid so smoothly across her skin.
I crouched down and planted a kiss on each cheek, then spread them apart to show her little pink rosebud.
A quick note about Lucy: I've described how much I love her ass, but in general it's been off limits. She'll allow a little ass play when she's really horny, but anal has been out of the question. Lucy says it's not her "cup of tea."
I planted a quick kiss on her asshole, and she playfully slapped me away.
"Hey, now," she cautioned. "Watch it, mister."
She stood up and straightened her skirt. Slightly chastened, I rose and grabbed the car keys.
At the auction Lucy was quickly surrounded by a bunch of parents, mostly friends of Connie's. Just as I imagined, she was getting a lot of attention from the dads in the group. Two guys were getting her deep into conversation about middle school pedagogy and the social studies reading list; I could see one of them sneak peaks down her dress as Lucy answered his questions animatedly.
Connie came over to say hello. She put her hand on my arm and took me aside. "I know we have monopolized your wife's time, and I just want to tell you how much we appreciate it. Lucy has told me how supportive you've been."
"I think she is really happy here," I said.
"That's great," Connie said. "We want you both to be happy."
A waitress came around with a tray of drinks. Connie took two and handed one to me. I thanked her and took a sip.
Connie raised her glass to her lips, and as she did I had a clear view through the armhole of her dress and I spied a lavender bra. Connie was taller than Lucy, and bustier. I thought about all the dads peering down Lucy's dress as I snuck a peek at Connie's side boob.
While Lucy was engrossed in her conversation, I wandered over to the auction table. As I predicted, none of the items were in our price range. There was one that caught my attention, just a simple card that said:
Mystery Masquerade (IYKYK)
