Hot For Teacher, NSFW

I Like Alice, Part 8

“So how well do you know Alice Hopper?” I asked.

“I have a tough time calling her Alice,” Dee said, moving closer to me on the couch. “It still feels like I’m supposed to call her Ms. Hopper. She seems - well, it’s not unapproachable, and it’s not formal - but it’s just our relationship.”

“So you’re going to have to live with an extra parent for the rest of your life?” I asked. Dr. Marty’s imaginary friend idea was getting more and more looney.

“No. That part’s going to change. I will be on her level or even, I don’t know, surpass her somehow. We’ll be simple friends after I figure out whatever it is.”

“You’ll teach her?”

“I don’t know, but…”

“So you don’t know her that well? You’re just making this up as you go along?”

“I’ve known her all my life perhaps even before school. That’s pretty clear.”

That wasn’t clear at all.

She continued, “It’s not hard for me to figure out what she might do. Now that I think of her at times, I think I have a second opinion or something.”

“If there isn’t one too many people in the room, there might be one too many people in your head. If I have an imaginary friend, what are we supposed to do when they want to argue?”

“An imaginary fight?”

“Can I just say, ‘I didn’t say that. It was my imaginary friend.’ That’s so juvenile.”

“What if they want to make love? That’s not so juvenile.”

“No, that’s just creepy. It would be better if we simply invited Buddy and C over to provide blow by blow commentary. No thank you.”

“What if I take your hand and put it here?”

“Is that you or Alice?”

“Do you feel like someone else is watching when I do this?” Dee asked.

“If I was your imaginary grandma, I’d be getting rather distressed. She might say ‘Girls don’t do that.’ Or more likely, ‘Do that and you might burn in Hell.’”

“She might, but I don’t think so.” Apparently not.

“What are you doing Dee?”

“How about if I put my hand here? And I moved your hand there?” Dee grabbed my hand. She was as forward as she had ever been. The better description is that she moved it, and moved it and moved it.

“I am growing to like Alice.”

Did I really say that out loud? Those were the words I uttered, but I don’t think I actually said them.

“I can see that. She likes it when you use her first name,” Dee said, with a huskier voice.

In the past, at this point, Dee and I would kind of nod our heads, stand up, walk to the bedroom, disrobing along the way. Tonight, however, Alice was impatient. She stood up, and teased my zipper slowly open. My voice was husky, too.

Alice responded to “Oh God” with extra enthusiasm. Just then, I wanted to turn “Oh God” into some form of National Anthem.

Dee and I made use of the living room furniture in ways that was not intended. She was leading the activities throughout but in a style different that our usual routine.

I believe that if I had called her ‘Alice’ again that she would have responded with the joy of a lonely person greeted by a long-lost lover. I thought about it more than once. The rapture of the moment was disconcerting. I wondered what would have happened. Wonder and allure are so similar.

Usually after sex, I head to the shower for some private time. Lying on the coach, part of me simply chose to stay there dirty and sweaty. Maybe it was the curiosity.

“That was different,” I started.

… continued

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I Like Alice

Part 8: Hot For Teacher, NSFW
Part 7: Hot For Teacher
Part 6: I’m Not An Old Woman
Part 5: Shithead. The Beer.
Part 4: Pen And Buddy
Part 3: Dee-Lightful Lunch
Part 2: Dance Around The Damn May Pole
Part 1: Good Just Isn’t Good Enough