My Sugar Daddy

Where are you?

Alex POV

Stunning.

I still remember the first time I met her. I could not help but get attractive to those dreamy jade-green eyes. She has the perfect puffy, Cupid’s bow pink lips that I so wanted to lick, to bite, to devour. The dainty nose, the blushed cheeks, her long neck, her creamy soft skin. Her light brown hair in a bun. Didn’t know if she has straight or curly locks. Nevertheless, I would very much like to comb my fingers through them. Later on, I found out that she had the most luscious wavy hair I have ever seen. Exaggerated? Not for me. It perfectly angled her angelic oval face. Her body definitely fit perfectly into mine. I felt sparks ran through me when I held her shapely figure close to me, her big t**s on my chest, after I bumped onto her on my way out of the registrar’s office. She must be around five feet and five or six inches. Her head just comes up to my shoulder, and I’m at six feet and three inches. Vanilla. She smelled of vanilla. My d**k had started to twitch, so I had to release her immediately, after I made sure she can stand on her own.

Her face kept on flashing in my mind from then on. If not for her being a student, I would have made a move on her. Damn! I could be around the same age as her father! Yes, that is true. I am already thirty-five. But some would say that I look like in my late twenties. She must be eighteen now and that makes a seventeen-year age gap. Although, I would not mind being her “Daddy”. You know what I mean.

How could I be so lucky that she got to be in my class. I must have done something right in my life, right? It was my first time to teach, probably my last too, and yet I have met the most alluring girl. Not only that she was beautiful, but smart also. Absolutely my type. Only a handful of students can go through the BC Calculus. She had proven to be a challenge for me. Every time I throw a question at her during class, she immediately has the answer. When she did not understand the lesson, she would ask the most intellect-stimulating questions. I have heard from the other teachers that she was taking a lot of AP classes and had been excelling in them. She would probably have been the class valedictorian if not for her lack of participation in the school’s non-academic activities.

I heard, too, that she had been working at a burger joint, so one night I went to visit with a friend. She was surprised, but then at the same time, looked happy to see me. Or perhaps that was how she treats her customers. She has this charming smile, that makes others around her smile too. She’s that infectious. She also has this aura of sophistication, but everyone would know that there is not one ounce of arrogance in her. I don’t know, but seeing her made me happy. Despite not being a “burger” person, many visits soon followed.

I may be sleeping with some women over the past months, but it was always her face and body that I think about. How I would like to breathe in her scent, to be situated in between her legs, pumping in and out until we reach our climax. I long to hear her moaning under me and screaming my name. There were nights when I had to do myself. Chanting her name again and again until I satisfy myself. No, this is not love. I do not have time for love. I was only lusting for her. And that’s it. I was comfortable and contented on just being her teacher. Maybe for now.

There came a time when she came in to class looking stressed out. No make-up, her eyes were a little puffy with dark circles under them. I noticed there were times that she spaced out. I would see her tearing up and her lips would quiver, she would then discreetly wipe her eyes with a tissue. She was like that for a few days, avoiding talking to anyone else. I would just like to hold her, get her around my arms, and make her pain go away. I could not take it any longer, so I asked her to stay for a few minutes after class. I told her that I have noticed her looking “miserable” the past few days, then probed if there was anything bothering her. She gave me a fake smile and said, “Nothing, Sir. I’m good. I must have been feeling the effect of taking all these advance classes. Nothing that I could handle. Thanks anyway, Mr. Wilson.” Some teachers also noticed the changes in her, but surprisingly, she still had been doing well in her quizzes and exams.

I would have asked the guidance counselor to call her parents in for a meeting. However, she came that day in class looking a lot better. She got that sunshiny mood back. So, I guess her problems were solved then. To make sure, I called her after class.

“Looking better, Ms. Owens.” Hope I did not sound creepy.

“Feeling better, too, Mr. Wilson. Thanks!” She took the compliment well, so I must have done it right.

So, graduation day came. The school year had passed through my eyes so fast. Faster than I have expected. I did not realize until now how I have enjoyed being a teacher. Or was it because of someone that I enjoyed being here? I was looking forward to each school day, just to see her. She made my days complete. Remember, this was not love. It was lust.

It was my last day in Santa Cruz, then I have to go back to the real world. My real world. I was looking forward into seeing her for the final time. The program had already started. However, I could not locate her. Her name was called, but no one approached the stage. She never came.

Chanel Owens, where are you?