Educating Nita Ch. 6
Keywords: 6, Nita, Ch., Educating,
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*Chapter 6: Naughty Schoolgirl!*
Showered, shaved, made up and scented we headed for the airport.
Nita had decided on a sophisticated look, after all we were going to an international airport, a rather flattering skirt, jacket and blouse with hose and heels, very businesslike.
I commented on how old she looked and was rewarded with a pretty good right jab in the shoulder. Relenting I said, "Okay let me rephrase that, you look grown up and mature, satisfied?"
Quick as a flash she laughingly replied, "After yesterday and this morning, how couldn't I be?"
I laughed so hard I nearly killed us going down the driveway. I only just bought this for Heather, it was the new Pontiac Vibe and she wouldn't be too happy if I wrecked it.
Once on the open road I recovered and managed to drive with some decorum and speed.
She then commented, "I knew you'd be wearing a suit, and Mom would be immaculately dressed as always, so I didn't want to look like a red headed stepchild."
Pausing thoughtfully, squeezing her knee I replied, "Nita, dear, you are a red headed stepchild."
I got another punch for that. A question crossed my mind, it didn't take long travelling that short distance, isn't it supposed to be the other way around, beaten LIKE a red-headed stepchild, not BY one. I quickly voiced the same opinion to her and we both had a good laugh.
I was very impressed with her perception as well, she was right. Heather would be dressed to impress, ME. I was dressed accordingly, a blue Harrison James suit, Turnbull & Asser shirt, Jhane Barnes tie, for HER. I thought I looked good and smelled good.
We then ascended into a discussion of male/female relationships covering a wide variety of areas like communication, compatibility just about everything.
The time was passed without my taking note of it, but the whole time I had a vague feeling that something wasn't quite right. Like the feeling you get when you leave the iron on!
Deciding to disregard it, I was describing that its really like a partnership, where the two partners are inter-dependant on each other. Using the old adage I said, "Where two partners always agree, one of them is unnecessary!"
This confused her, so I briefly explained. She then asked, "But you or Mom never argue or fight, which of you is redundant?"
Chuckling at her choice of words, the meaning of the word struck me with full force.
Redundant, not required, not needed.
The discussion yesterday with Heather was instantly recalled when she had said, "Noooo David, you need to be HERE, Teacher."
I slammed the dashboard, shouting, "Damn" and started to laugh, loudly.
Nita, startled by this peculiar behavior, asked frightfully, "What, what's wrong?"
Regaining my senses, and wiping a laughter tear off my cheek I said, "Your Mom booked the cab to take her home as well!"
"Ooopss" we said simultaneously and laughed the next 3 miles to the airport.
Waiting in the concourse, they had landed and all passengers had deplaned (said the intercom) though it sounded nothing like that.
Nita was just about to say something when my cellular went off; I raised a hand to say "just a sec" and walked a few feet away to take the call.
Still walking I pressed the green button; putting the phone to my ear I could hear breathing, lustful, heavy breathing. It was on the verge of orgasm breathing, it was obviously a woman in the throes of orgasm and I thought who the hell had called me. I looked at the display and my network told me only a private number was calling.
While putting the phone to my ear, I realized I could still hear the breathing, long before the phone reached it. I spun around and there she was! Her cell phone fixed to her mouth, her lovely mouth breathing into the phone.
Nervously I scanned the area, but thankfully, there were no people within earshot.
She was dressed in a lime green dress that fit like, well, form fitting without being tight, nude stockings and gold sandal heels. A pair of designer sunglasses covered her brilliant eyes, as she sashayed towards me; her hips playing the gap in the hem of her dress across her long, shapely legs.
Open-mouthed with the phone still at my ear, she grabbed me, pulled me to her and whispered in my ear, "I want to make that sound for real, SOON."
She gave me a quick kiss then grabbed her daughter for a big hug.
Rejoining me, I asked why her name didn't come up on my display and she said she turned off the number sending after she called the house and got no answer. "Thought you'd forget and come pick me up Romeo, she replied with a wink.
Grabbing her overnight bag I said, "The car's outside, let's get going."
Heather took my arm and said, "I've got to get my luggage dear."
A thought raced through my head, what luggage, she only took this overnight bag with her. I inquired about this and she replied nonchalantly, "Well I said we were going shopping didn't I, how was I supposed to carry it all home."
Standing at the baggage carousel, Heather had taken my arm; leaning against me, head resting on my shoulder, I whispered, "Love your hair." She'd had it done. "The nails look great too." Manicured, pedicured, fingernails an inch long and crimson. "Your skin is absolutely glowing." Facial and god knows what else.
She looked up at me and replied laughingly, "Don't miss much do you? We all went this morning and spent four glorious hours being pampered and primped, it was wonderful."
I bent for the obligatory kiss, got it and resumed our position.
Heather started forward suddenly saying, "That's the one." I approached a small suitcase when suddenly someone else grabbed it. Heather was striding toward a humungous Samsonite, I quickly changed directions and hoisted the monstrous suitcase off.
Heather chirped in with, "It's not all mine, there's stuff for all of us in there."
Thankfully, the thing had wheels and I was able to pull it along. How I was going to lift it into hatch on the Vibe was a question, but we got it in.
The drive home was uneventful, except to say that Heathers dress kept riding up and revealing the top of her stockings. Considering the company, I didn't mention it.
Arriving home in due course, Nita climbed behind the wheel as we got the luggage out and screamed down the driveway after a vague promise of being home by about 11:30.
Holding hands as she drove away, I spun her to me and kissed her. We broke our embrace and I looked at her and said, "Welcome home babe, I missed you."
"MMM, missed you too, you look great by the way." She kissed me again and said, "Let's get inside before the neighbours see us."
What neighbours I thought.
Heather swung her hips seductively in front of me as she glided into the house; I meanwhile struggled with the bags.
"I'll get dinner started, then can you come back and help me," she commanded. Dutiful as ever, fetchin' and steppin' all the way, I deposited the bags in her dressing room, despite what she said I knew she had bought many things for herself. However, being the curious type I opened it to see what was inside.
The first thing I noticed was a graduation cap lying on top of everything else. When I picked it up a note fell from it. It read, "I knew you'd open the suitcase, I found this in a store and thought it would be the finishing touch to your brilliant role play."
I smirked, thinking what a lucky guy I was to have found her.
Heading back down, I switched on the stereo and headed towards her. Upon entering the kitchen she was hard at work preparing our evening meal, she announced that she found the fixings for chicken fajitas and was in the process of chopping up green, red and yellow bell peppers on the butchers block island.
I grabbed the onion, Heather doesn't do onions, they make her cry. I've tried, unsuccessfully, to tell her breath through her mouth when chopping them, alas to no avail.
Once sliced to the right size I started to dice them even smaller, one hand on the handle of the chef knife, the other, palm down on the top edge of the blade.
Head tilted sideways and grinning like the cat that ate the canary I stood across from her and just gazed, lost in her, silently thanking God, fate or whatever that she was here, now with ME.
My gazing must have registered because she stopped chopping and looked up suddenly. Our eyes met as she put a finger into her mouth and sucked off the remnants of bell peppers. Our eyes locked together as a smile slowly parted her lips, her smile widened as she said, "What?"
Unfazed I simply said, "Admiring you."
Picking up a section of a pepper, she launched it in a ballistic arc towards my head, like Slappy the sea lion I caught it in my mouth; chewing and grinning, I looked at her again.
She snorted a laugh and said, "You really are a big goof sometimes, but I'm glad you're my big goof. Be careful, don't chop you're fingers off, because I'm not driving you to the hospital if you do." She warned me wickedly
"I can't help looking at you," I replied.
"Stop it, I'm trying to concentrate"
"Ok whatever you say, " and bent to the task. The onions were about the right size and I scraped them into a pile. Next in line were the chicken breasts; I went to the fridge to get them out, stopping to wash the onion remnants from my hands.
On turning around, I was greeted with my wife's lovely posterior, hips gently swaying to the music playing and humming along.
I stopped dead in my tracks and just watched for about ten seconds.
Heather was oblivious to me, concentrating on her work; I stood mesmerized by the gentle strains of "slow hand Clapton."
I came up behind her and dropped the chicken on the block, she immediately said, "Hey, you do that I'm busy."
I wrapped an arm around her waist, used the other to lift her hair from the back of her neck and planted a slow, deep kiss there. Then that arm joined the other to wrap around her as I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "You know what I love about you?"
She had stopped chopping and taken my arms in hers, bending her head to me asked, "No, what?"
I softly kissed her ear and said, "Your ears.
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Keywords: 6, Nita, Ch., Educating,