Jared
I feel like a thirteen-year-old boy when he first realizes his math teacher has boobs. I didn't realize I was speeding until Laynie's giggle pulls me from the street view to her own.
"Jared slow down." She says with a laugh. When we get there, I want you to make love to me. There shouldn't be a rush, not tonight.
She's right. This shouldn't be something we rush. I try to calm the tent in my pants by thinking about Alan in a bikini. There's an image. When we get home, I carry her bridal style giggling into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Once she is upright and stops laughing, she asks me why I carried her all the way in.
"I don't remember carrying you over the threshold. Every man should carry his new wife into their new home." I say sadly. I hate that I was such a prick to h
