Educating ms wright, p.1
Educating Ms. Wright, page 1
Educating Ms. Wright
Love Lessons
Book 1
Mari Carr
Copyright © 2009 by Mari Carr
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Contents
Educating Ms. Wright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Resisting Mr. Right
About the Author
Educating Ms. Wright
It was only supposed to be one night…
When my best friends, Jamie and Trey discover my fantasy for a ménage, they offer me one night. One night where they indulge my every desire, my every naughty craving.
In the morning Trey is gone, but Jamie is holding on as if he never wants to let me go. Leaving me to wonder if forever is too much to ask…
Educating Ms. Wright contains a red hot ménage, graphic language, spanking, bondage, and toys. You know...all the fun stuff!
Chapter One
Grace
“Another pitcher,” Jamie Fisher called out to the waitress.
“And some wings,” I added.
Jamie laughed as I raised my glass and quickly finished off my beer to make room for a fresh cold one.
“Take it easy, Ms. Wright,” he teased. “We have all night if you need it.”
I grinned and nodded, hoping Jamie couldn’t see the flush I felt heating my cheeks. His all night comment sent my mind straight to the gutter. After such a long sexual dry spell, I had the feeling I’d definitely need all night, especially if it was with him. “Oh, I need it all right. I’ve been living for this happy hour all week. It’ll be a miracle if I make it through exams without killing a senior.”
“Yep. Same thing every year. Seniors check out at the end of April and it’s hell trying to teach them anything until graduation,” Jamie agreed.
“At least you have some underclassmen classes to break up the insanity. I’ve spent eight hours a day for the last few weeks trying to teach literary theory to AP kids and I’m fairly certain I’d be doing as much good if I just stood in front of the classroom and beat my head against the whiteboard.”
I taught six classes of advanced placement English to seniors, a futile task in May as their minds were already focused on the after-graduation party, senior beach week and college.
“Well, there’s your problem,” Trey Donovan chimed in. “I don’t even know what the hell literary theory is and you’re trying to teach it to a bunch of kids with senioritis.”
I rolled my eyes, mainly to keep from letting my gaze wander over Trey’s pecs. His firm muscles pushed their way through his tight gray T-shirt. Ever since he’d entered the bar, I’d been fighting back some serious arousal as I considered slipping my hands beneath the soft cotton and touching the firm muscles and dark brown skin taunting me. I took a deep breath and cast the thought aside…again.
Trey and Jamie were both teachers in the physical education department at my school, and while I’d never considered them dumb jocks, they liked to play the part whenever I started talking about literature or writing, teasing me about my highbrow lessons and bragging about how they got to play games all day. Though I was perfectly aware they did a hell of a lot more than just “throw out the ball,” as I’d heard other colleagues say—their condescension pissing me off.
Lately, my feelings of friendship toward them had been laced with more than a healthy bit of desire. Clearly, I needed to stop reading so many filthy romance novels. They were leaving me too horny, too hot and bothered—and planting some pretty erotic seeds.
It was official. My sex deprivation had hit critical mass. Probably a good time to hit the library to check out a murder mystery—the bloodier, the better.
“Should I launch into a brief snippet from today’s lecture about existentialism?” I asked, grinning as both men frowned and tried to decide if I was actually serious.
“Jesus,” Jamie said. “I can’t even spell that word. We’re in the tennis unit this week.” He raised his short sleeve polo and I tried to ignore the purely female part of me that wanted to lick him as I was treated to a glimpse of his muscular arm. “Been getting paid while working on my tan.”
I was fully aware that Jamie was much brighter than he pretended to be around his male friends. We’d had more than a few discussions about books while alone and he had a very sharp mind. Of course, tonight wasn’t about intellect.
Fuck that.
It was about talking, laughing, bitching about work and entitled kids, and unwinding over a few beers with friends.
As I glanced around the table, I counted myself blessed. I had found my people.
Lucas, a fellow English teacher, and my best friend, Cheryl, the librarian, were also casting off the stress of work at happy hour. Our group had been coming to Tully’s Bar for the occasional Friday afternoon liquid decompression for as long as I could remember.
I had worked with most of the teachers sitting with me for years, and they’d become much closer than mere colleagues to me. They’d seen me through one of the darkest periods of my life and I sometimes wondered how I would get through the daily stress of teaching without them.
Cheryl leaned toward me with a mischievous grin. “Looks like the Cougar Club rides again.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Can we please let that name die?”
Cheryl had given our group the ridiculous nickname last summer when we’d all gotten together to celebrate my fortieth birthday at Jamie’s house.
I’d been dreading the milestone birthday, something all my friends knew well. So…of course…they threw me one hell of a party even though I’d insisted we just pretend it was another day.
As the party wound down—aka we were all seventeen sheets to the wind—a discussion on age ensued. And that was when Cheryl and I learned Trey and Lucas were in their late twenties and Jamie was in his early thirties, a fact that delighted my asshole best friend so much she’d started referring to us as the Cougar Club.
The guys loved it.
Me, not so much.
Jamie laughed at Cheryl’s comment when I complained. “Dammit, Cheryl. We’ve talked about this!” I said. “You make me feel like a dirty old woman.”
Jamie winked at me and I tried to ignore the completely inappropriate Mrs. Robinson-like feelings his handsome face always provoked.
“You’re not old,” Jamie said. “And I wouldn’t mind getting dirty with you. Hell, I wouldn’t mind getting filthy.” He leaned closer as he spoke, running a finger along my arm seductively.
I resisted the urge to glance down and make sure my nipples weren’t poking through my blouse. Jamie always knew how to wake those things up.
Nothing like headlights on high beam.
One touch and the man had me panting like a dog in heat.
Everyone else laughed, but there were times when I wondered if there wasn’t some veiled invitation behind Jamie’s teasing comments. He joked about sex all the time with me, but not in a skeezy way. His playful words never offended me, but instead fanned the small flame he’d lit inside me. He made me feel young and attractive and desirable.
I dismissed the thought. Again.
Wishful thinking.
Jamie wasn’t as young as the other guys in our group, but he was still younger. He and I had worked together nearly eight years and we’d been really close friends half that time. It seemed like lately I was seeing him more often. Not that that was surprising.
I mean…hello, I wasn’t an idiot. I knew how to instigate ways to run into him because I enjoyed his company more than I cared to admit.
The past few months, I’d been suffering from this lingering sadness that I knew was loneliness. It disappeared any time Jamie was with me, so I contrived ways to be around him. I wasn’t going to apologize for that.
Still, at thirty-two, Jamie was nearly a decade younger than my forty.
“Behave yourself, Mr. Fisher,” I teased, “or you’ll be singing alone tonight.”
“Jamie alone?” Cheryl asked. “Our resident Casanova?”
Jamie shook his head. “I think you have me confused with Trey or Lucas here. Pretty sure they’re the ones pictured in the dictionary under the term player, not me.”
“If the shoe fits, or, you know, in my case the Trojan Magnum XXL,” Lucas joked, always ready to embrace his reputation as a ladies man.
“In your dreams.” Cheryl never let the guys get away with anything.
I glanced at Trey, remembering something. “Hey, Trey. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to a Jay-Z concert tonight.”
“Nope, the concert is tomorrow night.” Trey was sitting next to me and I could swear when we’d claimed our chairs earlier, his had been farther away. He was close enough now I could smell the faint scent of his Paco Robanne cologne and his leg kept brushing against mine beneath the table.
I accidentally moved mine until my knee touched his thigh. I left it there. Trey looked at me and gave me a knowing grin. I returned it and suppressed a tiny giggle. I was flirting with him—pure and simple. I wasn’t sure why, but like everything with Trey, it was fun.
Jamie looked at Trey, then at me, his gaze curious. He moved closer to me, casually draping his arm along the back of my chair. In my sex-deprived mind, the gesture seemed charmingly possessive and hot.
I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to drag Jamie or Trey or both of them to the parking lot for some serious backseat fucking. My hormones were out of control and I knew something had to give…soon. Bottling up sexual desires for so long couldn’t be healthy.
Jamie picked up a strand of my hair and began looping it around his finger gently. “I dragged him out tonight because the bartender dumped him.”
“She didn’t dump me,” Trey replied. “It was a mutual decision. By the way, thanks for bringing it up, bro.”
Jamie laughed. “What are friends for?”
I could see Trey wasn’t really upset about the break-up, so I felt safe laughing at his “bringing it up” line. It was a Jamie and Trey standard.
The two men constantly entertained the rest of us with stories of their adventures—in and out of the classroom. They were inseparable and lately I’d lie in bed each night playing out some pretty hardcore fantasies about the two of them taking me on a little adventure between the sheets.
That was it. Time to give up the Kindle Unlimited subscription. I’d gone deep, deep into the racy stuff, masturbating way too often to the Russian Bratva, the loner mountain men, the dominant bosses. And if there was one thing all my reading material had in common, it was the fact there was always more than one man claiming the heroine in spectacular, kinky, no-hole-left-unclaimed fashion.
“I’m sorry about the bartender, Trey. I was starting to think she might be the one,” I said.
Cheryl rolled her eyes. “These guys wouldn’t know the one if she walked up and bit them in the ass.”
Jamie grinned wickedly. “Believe me, if a woman bit my ass, I’d pay attention.”
Cheryl narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.
“Now you’re in trouble,” I muttered, but Cheryl never paused, never missed a beat.
“Dammit, Jamie. At least Trey can sustain a respectable amount of time dating the same person. Every time I see you out, you’re with a different woman. You’re not getting any younger, you know. What’s the fun of getting married and having babies if you’re too old to pick them up?”
“Whoa.” Jamie threw his hands up. “Don’t even mention the ‘b’ word to me. I work in a high school because the kids there are old enough to wipe their own asses. I was not made for little kids.”
Cheryl conceded that point and latched on to the first. “Don’t you ever think about getting hitched?”
Trey piped up, obviously enjoying the fact Jamie was now on the hot seat. “Yeah, Jamie. Don’t you want to settle down?”
“Don’t be a dick. I know where you live,” Jamie narrowed his eyes at his best friend and then shrugged before looking back at Cheryl. “Yeah, I guess I do, Cheryl.” He looked around the table and then grinned at me. “If you want the truth, I’ve just been biding my time with those other women until Grace comes to her senses and realizes how much she wants my hot bod.”
Jamie was a master at dodging subjects he didn’t want to discuss.
“Such conceit,” I said.
And such truth.
I allowed myself the small pleasure of letting my gaze travel over his sexy physique.
“Now,” Jamie said, leaning closer to me, “about our duet…”
Jamie was a hopeless flirt, but I had to admit he was good for my ego. There wasn’t a single inch on his body that was hard to look at. Not that I’d seen much of his body anywhere besides my unprofessional fantasies.
The last few times we’d gotten together for happy hour, he’d dropped a quarter in the old-fashioned jukebox at Tully’s and shanghaied me into singing the Diana Ross part in “Endless Love” while our friends cracked up at his overdone Lionel Ritchie. To make it even funnier, we used our thumbs or beer bottles as microphones.
“I only sing while under the extreme effects of alcohol.”
“Even better,” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll get you drunk and have my wicked way with you.”
“Good luck with that,” I teased.
He picked up the pitcher and topped up my mug. “Drink up, Ms. Wright.”
I swatted his hand away from my glass playfully while Cheryl laughed. “What’s Maddie up to tonight?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? She went away for the weekend with Jessica’s family. They own a cabin on the lake. Sort of a last hurrah for the two of them before graduation.” My heart gave a painful lurch as it always did whenever I remembered my days with my daughter were numbered. Maddie would graduate from high school in one month.
For weeks now, I had suffered pre-empty nest syndrome. My colleagues who’d already sent their children off to college assured me it would get worse before it got better.
Yeah. Like that was consolation.
On top of that, there was a tiny part of me that was terrified about the prospect of being alone for the rest of my life.
“Good for her,” Cheryl said. “She’s worked hard this year. She deserves a little fun time.”
I nodded, acknowledging the truth of that. Maddie was a straight-A student, active in too many clubs to list as well as the pitcher for the Varsity Softball team.
“She’s a good kid,” Jamie added, and I realized that over the past two years, my daughter had become less child and more friend to me.
We’d always been close—fate and circumstance had pretty much assured that. Losing a husband and father had bound us together in ways no one should ever have to experience. Maddie had only been twelve when we’d lost our beloved Drew in a car accident. Since then, I had taken on the role of both mother and father, and now friend.
“She sure is. I’m lucky.”
Cheryl shook her head. “Nope, you’re a good mom. Luck had nothing to do with it.”
“Amen,” Jamie whispered low enough that I was certain I was the only one who’d heard. I gave him a grateful smile and realized he’d moved even closer. “I’m going to go throw a few quarters in the jukebox.”
I nodded as he stood up. One of the best things about Tully’s was the jukebox, complete with ancient forty-fives. I didn’t have a clue how much money our small group had thrown into that machine at our Friday afternoon get-togethers, but if we’d pooled it, it probably would have gone a long way toward filling our retirement accounts.
“You sure you don’t want a beer, Cheryl?” Trey offered.
“No way. I’m Grace’s DD tonight. She drove my drunken ass home last time and I still have the headache to prove it. Remember?”
“Hey, that was a special occasion,” Lucas said. “We won the state basketball championship. It was your God-given duty as a teacher at that school to get ripped.”
Cheryl shook her head. “Yeah, you suckered me in with that line of bullshit that night too, hence the hangover from hell. I’m too damn old to drink like that. I’m fine with my diet soda, thank you very much. Besides, Jeff is still teasing me about the way I acted that night. Gonna take years for the man to forget about it.”
“That sounds like your hubby,” I joked. “You really were funny that night. I had no idea you could dance like that.” I threw my hands out in front of me, singing the line, “Sooooperman.”
“Christ,” Cheryl winced. “Don’t remind me.”
“Come on, Trey. We better make sure Jamie picks some decent dance music. Otherwise, we’ll be listening to fucking Jimmy Buffett all night.” Lucas and Trey walked across the room to where Jamie was bent over the machine, making his selections.
“So I totally think you should try to hook up with Jamie.”
At Cheryl’s unexpected comment, I choked on the sip of beer I’d just taken. “W-what?”
Cheryl gave me a wicked grin. “Thought that would get your attention. I’ve been watching you two lately and I think he’s got the hots for you.”
