My ever so loud alarm jolts me awake from a peaceful sleep. It is six already and I am at most surprised with how i have overslept today. Usually the alarm is to remind me that i have to be on my way to school, i should have been long awake by now.

I can't complain though. That was a peaceful sleep. And the dream too...

Oh, what a dream!

Dreaming about the wicked things that we did on my sofa me and you is something i can't complain about. Hell, i will not mind doing it again.

I unwillingly wake up from my small bed and spread the beddings smoothly before turning towards the alarm to stop it's boring tunes that seem to increase tempo with every second. My finger stops some centimeters close to the stop button though.

My eyes are now glued to the red panty that is on the table just near alarm clock. The very same panty that you tormented me with in my dream.

How is it even possible?

Without thinking my hand moves from the alarm to your supposed panty. I scoop it with my middle finger and bring it close to my face. My eyes scan it slowly as my finger turns it this and that way.

My head moves forward a little and before i can register my own intentions, i take a long loud sniff. The heavenly smell of your perfume mixed with the smell of your sex makes it hard for me contain my moan.

This is definitely your panty.

And all that happened was not a dream.

Like magic my nose is now able to recognize the presence of your perfume all round the room. No wonder my bed is warm. You had left not some minutes ago.

I am a little disappointed that you left without even waking me up but to be honest i expected it. All this was too good to be true. Or maybe you left because you just wanted sex and i was not able to offer.

I look at the red panty on my finger, the only reminder of you apart from your lingering perfume. I decide to return it where it initially was and that is when a piece of paper catches my attention.

'I hope you like my G-string. It is your reward for the mind blowing orgasm."

You have a beautiful handwriting for sure because all the letters are written neatly and carefully. I chuckle as i compare it to my writing that looks like several signatures combined.

I put the paper and the panty, or as you call it, G-string, back on the table. I can't help but agree with the G-string name, whether it is a nickname or its real name. The panty looks like several strings attached.

Looking back at the alarm clock makes me curse loudly as i run to the bathroom. How did fifty minutes pass so fast?

Thirty minutes later i am sitting in the back of a cab, silently praying that one of the teachers has tamed the little monsters in my class or else there will be disaster until i reach there.

The pupils were surprisingly quiet by the time i arrived and well behaved all through the day until now as i watch the last pupil walking away with his mother carrying his backpack.

All through the day i continuously spaced out, my mind thinking about you. If my pupils were a couple of years older they surely would have laughed all day watching their teacher day dream or worse prank me. My little monsters though were too engrossed in playing to notice.

I decide to walk home instead of taking a cab. Walking will give me time to analyse the situation that i am in.

My heart and my mind battling vigorously. On one side i want to see you again, touch you again and even do more than we did the previous day. Hell, i even want a relationship with you. No doubt.

On the other side my head reminds me just how bad all this, that i should not be thinking about having you back instead be happy that you left. How would my fellow teachers think of me when they see you with me? How would parents of the pupils i am teaching take me when they see me walk with a half naked woman by my side?

I don't even realise that i am already at my neighborhood until my neighbor's children start greeting me as i pass them. With a smile i greet them back and walk to where i parked my car yesterday.

"I have been waiting for you."

Just your voice alone freezes my walking midway. It quickly dawns on me that i have indeed missed your voice. The only voice that can command me by just a simple request.

My eyes desperately search for you to confirm that my ears are not just playing tricks. When my eyes find you they roam shamelessly from your head to toe, lingering for a few seconds in a few places. Your grin stops my perverted eyes from whatever they were doing and i focus on your mesmerising blue eyes.

"Are you done eye fucking me?" You ask with a chuckle and bringing your hands together and hug your front, an action that causes your breasts to almost spill out of your poor top. Tempting.

Today you are wearing all white. Your top that only covers your breasts and nothing below paired with very tiny and tight rugged shorts that display the shape of your buttocks plus beautiful sport shoes make you look like a rebellious angel.

Without denial, you look beautiful. Even a blind man can attest to this. Your face is glowing with minimal makeup done right. You have a great body and you are not shy to flaunt it.

There is something about you that i can't shake off though. All your clothes and jewellery look expensive. They are not the cheap clothes and jewellery that we pick at our local dirty shops with a couple of coins, no. Yours are beautiful and stylish and there is something that tells me they are worth much.

"What are you doing here all alone?" I ask you. Truthfully, i never thought i will see you again.

"I was waiting for you. I saw your car here and i thought you were just around somewhere." You answer, pointing at my car.

"The old buddy was hot headed today and refused to start so i took a cab to school." I explain.

"I have a brother that can take a look at your car if you like." You suggest quickly.

"It's okay. I will take it for service by end month." I decline politely, but thankful for your help.

"Let's go in. It's not safe for you out here." I tell you as i open the door and usher you in.

From the corner of my eyes I can see my nosy neighbors staring at us immodestly, ladies gossiping while pointing fingers while the men look at you lustily while emitting smoke from their noses and mouths curtsey of the cancer sticks in their hands.

"Did you like my reward?" You ask immediately after sitting on the sofa.

It takes me a minute to realise what 'reward' you are talking about and my face suddenly become hot and i sit uncomfortably on the opposite sofa.

"Seems to me you loved it." You grin after discovering my discomfort.

I try finding the right words to tell you but i can't formulate one. What am i supposed to say? That i love your panties? That it was very thoughtful of you?

"Did you smell them?" You ask again. Your eyes watching for any reaction from me.

"Yes." I answer lowly. Is there any reason to lie? I am sure you already know the answer as it is written on my face.

A gasp escapes your mouth. Clearly you were not expecting my answer. I see you clench your thighs together as you lick your full lips and swallow.

With a mind of its own, my penis feels it is the best time to beg for attention. Slowly but steadily it grows. From being flaccid and quiet to being big, thick and twitching.

Your eyes roam over my body and linger on my pelvis region. The ghost smile on your lips is an indication you are happy with whatever it is you see.

"I... I came to show you something." You say, your voice cutting through the sexual tension in the room.

I can only nod, not trusting my voice at all. Your manicured fingers open the zip of your white expensive leather bag and remove a coloured hard paper.

"What is that?" I ask, curiosity filling me.

"This is a certificate." You answer simply while taking out a pen.

I eye you curiously as you hand me the certificate and pen. What do we have in common that has brought this certificate? I wonder.

The certificate feels rough on my fingers. I read the beautifully calibrated words and let them sink in my mind. With every word my heart beats faster and my body shivers from the non existent cold.

"A marriage certificate?" I find myself asking.

"Yes." You answer and i can sense some hesitation in your voice. Or is it fear?

"Whose?" I ask again, confused terribly and not sure where it is going.

"Ours." You answer lowly but i catch it.

I search your face for any sign of prank or mischief but i am rewarded with seriousness and sincerity.

I am really at loss of words. What am i supposed to say? I only met you yesterday and today you are here with a marriage proposal? I agree yesterday we had an intimate moment but does that warrant an immediate marriage? Isn't marriage supposed to be sacred? For God's sake I don't even know your name yet!

"Look, i know we still don't know each other, that we just met yesterday, but i like you. I like these feelings i get when i am near you and i know you like me too, unless you are a very good pretender. So why wait? We are adults, we can get married. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, so we must live today fully." You explain with begging eyes.

"I understand you, but isn't marriage a sacred thing. Shouldn't we take things slow, get to know each other a little bit?" I ask, the certificate and pen feeling heavy in my right arm.

"What if i am not there tomorrow? What if something happens to you tomorrow? We won't have this chance again? We will be wallowing is self pity somewhere hopping we could go back in time. I like you and you like me. It's simple. Let's make it official." You say, your voice now desperate and your eyes glitter with unshed tears.

My life has forever been constant. Going to work and coming back to my house to retire for the night, the weekends for cleaning and grocery shopping. As boring and simple as it is, it is the only life i know. I have no friends or acquaintance to share my life with.

Can i embrace change? Yes.

Am i convinced by the idea of marriage? Not fully.

Are you worth it? Of course yes.

I look at the certificate once more, looking at the spaces we are supposed to fill with our names and signatures. Looking at your pleading face once more, i hold the pen properly and jot down my name and signature with one quick move and turn back the pen and certificate back to you.

The full blown smile on your lips and the twinkle in your eyes as you also write on the certificate assures me that i did the right thing.

"What is your name?" I ask. It feels really stupid signing a marriage certificate without even knowing your partner's name.

"Claire." You answer looking back at me. "But you can call me wife now, Victor." You say with happiness and a hint of blush on your soft cheeks.

The way you say my name warms my heart and my very hard penis twitch in my pants as if also expressing it's appreciation.

"Claire." I try your name on my lips. Simple yet beautiful, just like you.

You blush more at my mention of your name and i can't help but feel proud at making you blush. Red cheeks fit you better.

Suddenly you stand from your sofa and come to mine. You take my hands in yours and raise your head. Your blue eyes looking at mine with need. Need for what, i am not sure.

What you say next makes me gulp audibly.

"We are married. Can we now have sex please? I need you."

Then you bite your lower lip.

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