My Plump Physics Teacher

Chapter 7

Urso

As soon as she turned the corner with that car of hers, disappearing down the street, I stood at my doorstep with the joint in my fingers and my chest full of things I couldn't even explain. She really affected me. Not just my body, but my whole system.

The doctor who was samba dancing in the square yesterday, who was just my hidden desire and today made my daughter fall asleep in her arms, was inside my house. The one who looks me in the eyes as if she's not afraid of anything. The one who messes with my thoughts, my calm, and my sanity too.

Damn, that messed me up big time.

After she left, I went straight to the kitchen. My mom was there cleaning the stove, and I discreetly left her phone by the sink, as if I didn't care.

"Mom, where's that paper with the speech therapist's number for Sophia? I'm going to ask for the report from her and see if I can increase the days too," I asked, already eyeing the old lady's agenda sharply.

"It's on the phone. I'll show you," she replied, fiddling with the device.

As soon as she unlocked it, I pretended to be looking, but my fingers already knew where to go. Quickly. Heart racing. I found Nicole's number saved as “Nicole Physio – New”.

I copied it. Sent it to myself on my own phone and gave hers back, pretending I understood everything.

That's how I got her number.

Because in reality, I already had the speech therapist's number for Sophia, and I would indeed do all that, but I needed my mom's phone to get in touch with Nicole.

But there I was, standing at home, full of that fire in my body, that woman's scent clinging to my skin, her gaze burning my sanity, and I knew I couldn't take it. Not completely.

I went to the spot.

It was still early, the movement just starting to pick up, the vapors aligning the stuff. The whole hill there, in the usual hustle. Cars going up, merchandise selling, the kids passing the radio, alerting about movement on the street.

"Boss is here, everyone on point," someone shouted, and the muffled sound of the radios went silent for a few seconds.

I entered the HQ with the usual swagger, and I already got the situation: no one was working, they were just chilling until I arrived, then I show up, and everyone pretends they're doing something very serious. That's why the warning, they think they can fool me.

I was itching to take it out on someone, I was about to snap. I called that annoying blonde who won't leave me alone. I'm a man, and she wants to have me every day, so I'm going to have her.

It's not out of desire.

It's for relief.

Nicole had completely undone me. Left me too soft. And I can't live in this state. I need to find relief until I have her, because not even by hand can I calm myself when I see her, even if it's a lie.

It didn't take long for her to arrive. I told her to come in, and we headed straight to the back of the headquarters, where there's a dirty bathroom, where the guys sometimes play cards or just hang out. I locked the door. She already knew. Came with that smile of someone who thinks they've won a damn thing.

But she didn't win a damn thing.

It was just a release, nothing more.

I took off my pants, pushed her against the wall, turned her around, didn't say a word. Just told her to shut up and obey.

Quick. Without feeling. Without eye contact. Without affection.

I just needed to release some of that tension.

I put on the condom. With every thrust, I could only think of Nicole's smile, her dancing. Damn, I was going crazy.

"Ah, it's hurting, Urso," the blonde grumbled, and I pushed her head further down to the sink.

"Shut the f**k up," I thrust deeper, but I couldn't come at all.

I had to close my eyes and try to imagine it was Nicole there, because that blonde's p***y didn't do a thing for me anymore.

I finally came, but it was painful because there was no pleasure, nothing. This woman is driving me insane, I need to make a move on her soon, because at this rate, no one on this hill will be able to satisfy my desire for her.

I finished, adjusted my pants, and before leaving, said coldly:

"Get yourself together and leave through the side. I don't want any comments."

She didn't say anything. And I couldn't care less. She left crying, and I couldn't care less. I was already washing my face, trying to scrub her scent off my skin, but it was Nicole's scent that was still there, ingrained. In my memory.

And that's when I realized: it didn't do s**t.

Nicole has no idea, but she's gaining control over my body without even realizing it.

The way she held my daughter, the way she confidently talked about each stage of the treatment, the smile she gave my mother, the little smirk when she wanted to provoke me by talking about child support.

She destroyed me without even trying.

I returned to my room at the headquarters, my expression even more closed off than before. I grabbed a beer, sat in the chair at the end, and stayed there. Just observing. Pretending to be in control of everything, but inside?

Inside, she was already commanding me without even realizing it.

"Urso, the new shipment from Baixada is confirmed. Where should it be delivered?" the radio squawked beside me.

"Send it straight to Depot Two and leave Lucas there to keep watch. Make sure someone checks this s**t properly, because if it comes up short, I'll come down hard," I replied with the harshness that protects me. That keeps me being who I am.

But it was useless.

No matter what I said, my body was screaming for something else. Screaming for her.

I was in front of the headquarters, still on duty, watching over everything, when I caught sight of her car coming up, the guys had already informed me over the radio as I instructed.

I was already finding it strange how long she was taking to arrive, so as soon as she passed by, I didn't miss the opportunity, looked at my phone and decided to send her a quick message.

The message? Straight to the point, just like me:

"You took your time getting here today, doc..."

I wasn't even expecting a response. I just wanted her to know I was watching. That I was aware. That I don't easily forget a woman like her. And that, even without saying it, I was already staking my claim.

And this time, I'll be ready. Because the next time she leaves my house, she'll leave with more than just affection for Sophia.

She'll leave with my imprint.

Even if it's just in her thoughts.

Nicole doesn't realize it yet, but she's already mine. I just haven't officially accepted it yet.

But it's been decreed.

I got home feeling lighter, but my mind was still full. I lit another joint. Sat on the porch, in the old armchair my mom keeps threatening to throw away, but which I like. From it, I can see the sky, the movement of the alley, hear the muffled sound of the hill breathing. And I think. I think a lot.

Nicole hasn't left my mind for a second. Not even after the blonde, not even after ordering everyone to align the operation of the Baixada shipment. That damn woman lingered. Stuck. In my scent, in my taste, in my mind.

I took a deep drag, let the smoke out slowly. The joint was burning, and there I was, staring at nothing, but my thoughts were only on her. The way she adjusted her blouse before leaving my house. Her touch on Sophia. Her scent invading my room even without having passed through it.

"This woman is going to be trouble..." I murmured to myself, smirking, the lit ember flickering at my fingertips.

I smoked halfway, put it out in the metal box I keep beside the chair, and got up. Went straight to the bathroom. Turned on the shower and let the hot water hit my back, trying to wash away the weight of the hood, the scent of the blonde, the day's sweat, what was left of me with her.

I scrubbed my body hard, as if that could wash away the mess I had made. It wasn't regret; it was clarity. I had been with another, but my body wanted Nicole. And now that I know this, there's no turning back.

I finished the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and walked out with wet feet, went to Sophia's room. I peeked through the door crack. She was on her little mat, assembling some colorful pieces and talking to herself.

"It's the bunny's bath time, now daddy's going to get the broom..." she was making voices for the toys, all engrossed.

"And what if it's the real daddy who arrives?" I said, opening the door slowly.

"DADDYYYY!!!" she shouted impulsively, running towards me.

She hurled herself at me with all her might, as if she hadn't seen me in days, even though she had seen me that morning. She hugged me tight, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I held her as if she were the most precious thing I'd ever held in my arms.

"Hey, my princess... how are you? Huh? Huh? Huh?" I started tickling her and she burst out laughing.

"I'm good, daddy! Is Aunt Nicole coming tomorrow? She made me play lots of games today," she spoke in that cute way only parents understand.

"Oh yeah? Do you like Aunt Nicole?"

"Yessss! She's beautiful, isn't she, daddy?"

"She really is," I said without even thinking, and she looked at me with that clever look.

"You think so too, right?"

I laughed.

"And you're a little gossip too, just like your grandma?"

"I'm a princess!" she replied, patting her chest, full of herself.

"That's right. My little princess," I said, kissing her forehead, breathing in that childlike scent, that purity. A scent that cleanses the soul of any wrongs we do out there.

We stayed there for a while, playing on the floor mat. She showed me the activities she wanted to do with Nicole tomorrow, she was already so excited, and I was there, listening, pretending not to be overwhelmed by so much excitement.

"Daddy, is Aunt coming back tomorrow?" she asked again, eagerly.

"Yes, my love. And if she doesn't come back, I'll go get her myself. With an ambulance and everything," I joked, making a siren noise, and she burst into laughter.

And it was there, amidst scattered toys and carefree laughter, that I realized: Nicole didn't just affect me. She affected my daughter. My home. Our universe.

And if she keeps coming around like this, sweet and firm, light and strong... she's going to fill this space here.

Not just on Sophia's mat, not just on the living room couch.

But in my damn heart as well.

I went to check my phone.

The damn woman didn't reply.

And even so, I smiled.

Because I know she read it. I know she felt it.

And I also know, that she'll be back tomorrow.

Just to tease her a bit more, I sent her another message, ahhhh how I wanted to see her face reading those messages.