"Damn. Why did the kayaking class have to get out so fucking late?" I blurted out loud when the traffic light turned red. I pounded my steering wheel hard and winced when my knuckle cracked. I work for the Nantahala Outdoor Center as a whitewater kayak instructor and enjoy every second of it. As a new employee, my bosses insisted that all my clients should fill the mystified newbie kayaker stereotype who usually had no experience on whitewater and well no patience for it either; this took extra time out of my schedule to teach them and explain concepts over again.
Finally, the light turned green and I hit the accelerator. I look at my dashboard and read the clock as 4:34 p.m. I had one minute to get there and more than ten miles to cover! She was going to be pissed at me today. I scanned my neighboring cars and then decided to speed even more, because the cops weren't near me. With my speed, I was cutting the time in half to get there.
When I hit Marshall Road, I found that Jefferson High School was standing prouder than ever. I flicked my turn signal and followed the road to the unique building. Jefferson High School was modeled after Greek architecture with round buildings, thick pillars, and painted pristine white. I parked my Jeep in the parking lot and quickly hopped out after making sure I locked her up.
I expected to see her waiting in the hallway of the main entrance of Jefferson, but I saw no sign of her. I jogged quickly to the gym. I didn't want to be any later than I had to be. I pushed open the heavy red-painted door and found that the girls were still in their gym clothes while Sam was hovering over them while they were doing push-ups.
My eyes followed Sam as she made sure none of the girls were cheating on form. Sam was wearing some basketball shorts that emphasized her hard ass and tight long calves. Sam stood at 5'11" with the most beautiful curly blonde hair that I could not help but smell and run my hands through everyday. Her piercing blue eyes caught me staring at her and she smiled brightly at me. I started to walk closer to her when her eyes told me not to.
Sam walked closer to me as she said, "Okay, girls, I think that's about a wrap for today. Walk 3 laps around the gym and consider yourself done."
"Hey girl," I said smiling.
Sam smiled and said softly, "Hey Bricey baby! What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you," I said and added, "What else would you think?"
Sam grabbed my shirt, pulled my ear close to her mouth, and said, "You know what I mean. What are you doing in here?" After she released my shirt, she reached for my clit through my shorts.
I lowered my voice, "Don't do that to me now Sam."
"Well, you're doing that to me now Brice by just standing here."
I smiled. I turned my back to the girls who were finishing up their laps and looked at Sam in the eye. "My silly class ended late and traffic was crazy. When I didn't see you in the hallway, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Well, I was okay before you came, but now I think I'm in trouble."
"Why's that?" I said sarcastically.
When Sam started to walk away from me, she pointed to her panties and mouthed the word "wet" to me. I laughed out loud. The girls finished their laps and Sam dismissed them. "Okay, Jefferson girls, good practice today! I'm proud of you. I hope you have a good spring break. Remember, practice resumes on the Saturday before school starts back up again. Be there or be square."
The girls gave Sam a high-five as they left to change, gather their bags, what and what not. Sam told me months before that this was their ritual after every practice and game. If they didn't feel like slapping her hand, then that meant they had something to talk about. Sam promoted good sportsmanship and good attitudes. When Sam turned around and asked, "Ready to go?" I was smiling incredibly huge at her like a silly child.
"What are you smirking so big for?"
"Possibly because I'm in the love with the most caring gal in all of the world."
I grabbed Sam's hand as we made our way out of Jefferson High School. My girl also worked as a Physical Education teacher for Jefferson.
When Sam and I got into my Jeep, she shared, "I'm so exhausted Brice from this year. I don't know why, but I need this spring break more than ever."
"Let's get you to bed early tonight girl."
"Only if you go to bed with me. I can't sleep without you. You know that." Her blue eyes landed on my brown ones for an instant.
"Well, of course."
"Brice girl?'
"Yes?"
"I wish we lived closer to home. It seems so far away, especially when I am worn out."
"Do you want to drive?"
Sam laughed and finished with, "Not really."
I continued, "Sam, we own only one car for that reason. We use less gas and you and I are more dependent on each other. Luckily, our schedules are flexible to where we can do that. Plus, our bosses understand totally."
"Good point."
"I'm not done yet. Plus, you know our home gets us away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It's our get-a-way and then we don't have to pay a load of money to go on vacation when it took us more than a week to earn that wasted cash."
Sam was smiling with all her teeth. "Geez, Bricey, your head never stops does it?"
I shook my head in agitation at myself. Sam's hand reached for my bulky thigh; when she touched it, she started to caress it lengthwise. "You know I meant that in a good way baby. I'm grateful that you can remind me of our good vows and principles."
This time we were both smiling at each other. I turned up the radio and rolled down the windows to relax more. After another ten minutes or so of driving up the Blue Ridge Mountains, I took a left onto a dirt path and drove for another two minutes or so before reaching our house. Our house was the only house on this road.
As we call it our "house," others upon seeing it, are more likely to call it a "wooden cabin." It really is made out of wood and has the wooden porch and everything. Inside, there are two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and one and a half bathrooms along with a storage area. The porch is one of those grand ones that wraps around the whole house (except it didn't cost us as much, because it's a smaller house/cabin). In the mornings, Sam and I usually take our morning breakfast and eat it out on the porch while we watch the sunrise together. It is a great way to start off the morning.
"How about I make some blueberry pancakes for you while you rest and listen to some good old Jack Johnson?"
Sam looked at me.
I added, "Jack Johnson is never a bad way to start off a spring break."
She smiled. "Why not banana pancakes? We've had blueberry pancakes so many times before and plus you know Jack Johnson has a song about banana pancakes."
I wrapped my average sized tanned arms around Sam as we stood in the living room. I blew on her neck and then progressed to long slow hot kisses. Sam began to moan in response. I whispered into her ear, "You are sooooooo smart Sammy. I'm so lucky to have you." After that, I licked her ear and bit her lobe as well. Sam giggled and pulled my smaller body right up against her stronger and taller body. Sam's hands wandered down towards my ass when I started to protest, "Saaaammm."
Her finger went directly towards my lips and I melted at her touch. Her puffier lips met my thin lips and engulfed mine into her burning mouth. She tantalized my tongue by pushing it forcefully and then made me chase after it in a fury. My hands pulled her body closer to mine. Her C-cup breasts smothered against my smaller B ones. I fit perfectly against her, from head to toe. I could not leave her embrace now. Sam made it harder for me when she used her hands to drive my ass and body into her pelvic bone. My breathing got faster and deeper. If she kept this up, I was going to have to give in...
I used my upper body to strength to break the bond Sam had created. "Baby, I don't mean to rain your parade, but you need to rest and get some food in your stomach. You taught all day today and coached. We'll take care of your other needs later. I promise."
Sam's eyes hit the floor and she nodded in acceptance. She knew better than to fight with me. I smiled bigger and then had a bright idea. I bent over at my knees quick and safely, grabbed her legs with one of my arms and flipped her when her back fell onto my other defined arm.
"Shit Brice. I wasn't expecting that."
"Well, a girl has gotta take care of her baby when she's tired." I walked Sam slowly to the couch and laid her down softly.
I put two pillows behind her neck when she said, "Now, if you have back problems, it's not my fault."
"I've been squatting since I turned eighteen. I think I'm okay girl."
Sam corrected me, "Babe, you're more than okay. You're fucking hot."
I smiled at Sam and kissed her softly on the cheek as a "thank you." She closed her eyes as Jack Johnson started to play and sing.
I pulled out a pan, some batter, bananas, and a mixing bowl. I mixed the bananas, the batter and other ingredients. I greased the pan lightly with some Pam and made some pancakes slowly. I made the first one in the form of a Mickey Mouse shape. Sam loved it when I showed my individuality and creativity at any point in life. I then made a heart-shaped one. I continued with a triangular shape and then just stuck with circles, because I ran out of ideas. I set the table with plates, silverware, cups, and the many banana pancakes I made. I put a little towel over the pancakes so they'd stay warm. I added some fruit, vegetables, and hot syrup to the table and filled the cups with milk. For a finishing touch, I dimmed the lights and lit two candles on the table.
I crept into the living room as not to wake up Sammy. She was fast asleep. The music had stopped playing by now. I walked over to the couch, straddled her, and planted my soft lips onto hers. My hands caressed her tits as she started to stir. I went in for another slower kiss when Sam's lips finally responded back. She moaned as I squeezed her nipple through her shirt.
"How did you sleep?"
"Better than ever."
"Good to hear, because now it's time for you to fill that tummy of yours."
I lifted myself up from the couch and helped Sam as well. She cooed as she saw the mood I set and sat down excitedly. Sam and I ate in silence as we were both enjoying the food, the atmosphere, and the moment. We both knew that there was no other place we would rather have been in the world at that moment. We were content with not only each other, but life as well.
