Standing in the door was Ms. Summer, if I had to describe her she would be like my version of Lucas Wilter. Since teacher orientation early in the yea... she seemed to take an interest in me. She wasn’t unattractive, but she didn’t compare to Lyla. She had a thin, almost fragile, frame. Her red hair was clearly dyed, and cut short and stylish. While I’m sure she had a few male admirers, she just wasn’t to my liking. ‘Leaving so soon?’ she asked with a sweet smile, her brown eyes peaking behind. You slid down and grabbed my cock. I was almost fully erect, but it became stiff as a board when you grabbed hold and started to stroke. You brought your lips to it and kissed at the tip, then licked my shaft, and then took me in your mouth. You moved up and down on me, sometimes with little movement and sometimes deep throating where I could feel the softness of your throat with the tip of my dick. I was getting close to the edge, it was so hot. I told you I was getting close, but you kept. To the left and right were doorways into rooms- on the left, a living room, on the right, a dining room, and beyond it, I could see a little, dark kitchen. The ceilings were low, the walls whitewashed and water stained. It was an old house, with old beams everywhere and whitewashed ceilings. The floors were carpeted and the whole house was dimly lit, with few windows. It had a sort of cozy but more cold feeling about it. But more importantly, it screamed sex.She turned left, into the living. Got the hots for that slut."I turned to walk away, but then stopped and turned back, "The only slut I know is you!" and I headed off to the student union.Maria and I started dating and the day before graduation I asked her to marry me and she accepted. We were married in a small civil ceremony and then with newfound job and new wife I set out to catch the golden ring, to get my share of the American dream. Two years later the economy was in free fall and I was out of a job. I was working two.