My Second Chance at Love

A long drive

Andrew’s POV…

I don’t know what I was thinking smelling her damn panties before I walked in but then it was worse when I saw her in her element. She was so comfortable with those kids. I saw the way she heard them. She listened to their questions. Damn if that didn’t make my throbbing d**k worse. Then she’s gonna tell me to enjoy my camera roll. s**t!

Then there’s the prick that had the s**t to say about me not being her husband. Give it time asshat. I’m gonna have a ring on her finger and she’s gonna have my last name. I guarantee it.

I’ve been driving for about an hour when I get a text.

“Thanks again. I hate I couldn’t take care of your problem again. It was quite noticeable and I loved seeing it poking up at me in your jeans.”

Shit. I know it was noticeable. Every damn female in that school looked at my d**k. It was sickening. I wanted to go jump Emma so they’d know I was taken.

“Yeah I’m sorry. My fault entirely. I put your panties on my front seat and my dumb ass smelled them as I pulled up to the school.”

Then I hold my phone over and snap a picture of them. I need her to know I’m serious.

I then grab them and fist them in my hand and inhale them. F**k she smells so damn sweet. My d**k is throbbing again. I unbutton my jeans and unhook my belt. Damn I need relief from the constraints. How in the hell am I so hard again? It’s like she has a spell over my balls and I’m hardwired to go rigid every time she crosses my brain.

I decide I’ve got to tell someone about her. Someone that will understand. I pick up my phone and call my dad. We’ve always been close.

“Hey son”

“Hey daddy”

“Where you headed? Shouldn’t you already be at work?”

I just kinda exhale and laugh. “Well that’s why I called.” I begin to tell him about Emma. I tell him how amazing she is and how I feel at peace.

“Son that good. What’s the catch?”

“Daddy, she’s married. She’s getting a divorce but she’s still legally married.”

He just groans. “Are you sure she’s done?”

“Yeah dad. She’s done. Daddy, I think I love her. Damn, I think she’s the one.” I realize I’m crying.

My dad starts to laugh. “Damn son. You’ve gone and fell in love. Hell! It’s about time.”

My heart constricts because that’s as close to his blessing as I’m gonna get for a while.

“Thanks daddy.”

“Yeah. Love you son.”

“Love you too dad.”

We both hang up. s**t. I just told my dad, my best friend in the world, that I’m in love with Emma and she’s the one. When her divorce is final I’m gonna give her two more months then I’m gonna be on my knees begging her to be mine forever.

My phone rings. Is Emma.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey big sexy!” This is not Emma. What the hell?

“Who the hell is this?”

“Andrew,” that’s my Emma, “that’s my best work friend, Hannah. She wants to get to know you but I refuse to give her your number. She is a little too impressed by your umm showing this morning.”

I laugh this time. “Yeah again sorry about that. I swear I won’t sniff your panties next time I have to walk in the school. It’s your fault too. You shouldn’t smell like dessert.”

“You’re still on speaker, stud,” that must be Hannah.

I’m cackling now.

“Alright, Hannah, what do you want to know?”

“So are you gonna take care of my girl?”

“Does she look well taken care of?”

“She looks really happy. Do I have you to thank for that?”

“God I hope so. If not, I’ll try harder next time I’m in town.”

They’ve started whispering and I hear a gasp and now laughter.

Emma’s talking now, “okay babe. I think she’s done. You better text me and call me. I really do miss you.”

“Good. I put a couple pieces of salmon in the fridge for you for supper while I was getting your lunch. I didn’t see anything set out. I’ll talk to you later, okay babe? Enjoy some time with your friend.”

As soon as I hang up, I send her a huge smiling face on snap. I caption it with “you’re the only one that puts this smile on my face.”

Damn I love this girl.

A few minutes later I get a snap of her biting her lip. I reply with a snap of my crotch. I have a damn chubby again. It’s obvious, especially since my jeans are open. I caption it with “I’ve got something for you to nibble on.”

I get a snap from her with one eyebrow up. “Why are your jeans unhooked?”

I shift my underwear and allow my head to peek out for her. I snap the picture and caption it with, “because I’ve been sporting wood since I met you.”

I get a picture of the crotch of her panties and they’re soaked. She’s in the bathroom. Damn I’m so glad I get to her like she gets to me. The snap reads, “yeah I keep wet panties now.”

Ugh! F**k!!!! Why do I work so far from her? I call an old lineman buddy.

“Hey Chris, what up man?”

“Not much.”

“Where you working now?”

“Oil field country. Easy money. West Texas to Arizona. You coming?”

“s**t! Maybe. Get me numbers and I want a guarantee to be the foreman of a crew. I’ll come for that. You live there?”

“I stay in a camper with my wife and our kid.”

“Cool cool. Get me numbers. I’m serious. This s**t sucks.”

That didn’t help. That’s further. Maybe she’s good with moving. It’d be an adventure. She could teach out there and we’d be together every damn night.

I call another buddy. Same story but New York. One more.

His story is better. He’s got New Orleans. It’s underground work. I’ve never done it but I could try it. Hell if I’m home with her every night I’d try anything. I keep listening and realize I’d be home weekends only. That’s better but it’s still only weekends. Damn!

I’m just pissed. I’m in a shitty mood. My phone rings and I look. It’s Emma. My world is right again, until I see the time. She should be teaching.

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

“Rob knows.” She’s been crying. “I don’t know for sure what all he knows but he sent a picture of us together from town this weekend and said that he knew everything.”

Shit! “Do you care that he knows?”

“No and yes. I don’t care because he’s an ass and I don’t care what he thinks. I do care because I know he’s gonna twist it and tell everyone I was cheating.”

I exhale and rub my face. My heart breaks for her. “Who cares if people think you cheated?”

“It’s part of my morality clause. I could lose my job and my teaching license forever. I just got my masters degree. What would be the point in all the work?”

This mother f**ker. He’s gonna try to ruin her.