Home on the 4th of July by Defluer..,

Right Time With Mrs. Kime

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It was the week of Fourth of July and instead of going out with my college friends I decided to go home. It wasn’t entirely for selfish purposes, my high school friends from Defluer had been begging me to hang out with them for a while. And yeah, one of them was a girl who I had liked all of senior year but who had had a boyfriend. Had a boyfriend but was very single now. My friends were the deciding factor but I would enjoy some time with Mom and Dad, cousins, and my uncles and aunts. I don’t know what I did right in a past life or if deciding to spend any time with the family was what made it happen to me. But something or someone was looking out for me, and the way things turned out I can’t imagine it was that guy upstairs. Not the one with those stone tablets of rules.

It started out like it was going to be a shit decision. My car was acting a bit funny from the long haul and so I got off the highway one exit early. It added twenty minutes to my drive time but who knew what downtown Defluer would be like on the Holiday weekend? We weren’t a tourist destination per say but there were plenty of parks, a fireworks show, and the river for swimming. Sometimes it got bad, I wanted to avoid sitting still and slide right into home where I’d mention the weirdness to dad and him and the uncles would go running out there for a reason to one up each other. This time on knowledge of cars.

The gauge dropped away from the orange area, hovering more towards the middle of the H and C so I probably made the right call getting off the highway. Plus it was all backroads out this far. Fields, forests, boulders, and farmhouses. I passed the road of an ex-girlfriend, shook my head at what a fool I’d been for sticking with her so long. It was just a little past there that I saw it, the small black car that was off to the side of the road with its flashers on. I slowed, looking in but while the battery was still juiced up enough to keep the hazard lights flickering on and off, there was no driver or passenger. Still going slow from that was why I saw her, had time to register who it was, and didn’t just blast past her at close to highway speeds.

“Mrs. Kime?” I asked myself just seeing her from a distance.

It was her, it had to be her, she was wearing one of her dresses and while there was a little different attitude to her walk, it was still her walk. Not so much sashaying her hips as doing this energetic bounce that gave you hopes that the dress would jump up to reveal her panties, or possibly even a beautiful pale bare bottom, instead of just the delicious thighs that did get teased. Either she’d stepped up her game in the three years since I’d graduated high school, or she had “Off Duty” versions of her dresses. This one was white (they were almost always white) with red and orange fireworks, instead of the usual flowers. It was sleeveless and instead of reaching to her knees (as her teacher dresses had) this one was barely covering her booty. It actually did promise a sight of her pretty teacher ass, instead of just powered by my imagination as it had been before.

She wasn’t the hottest teacher at my high school but I thought she was Top 3. My friends agreed she was attractive but I think I was the only one in my group with a solid and consistent Mrs. Kime infatuation. As I neared I saw what the difference in the walk was, she was upset. It was still mostly the same but her hands were balled into fists. And maybe the last few inches of each stride was more of a stomp into the asphalt. She had on flip flops, nearly lost one so stomped down extra hard to get it back on before continuing on her way. Naturally veering into the gravel at the sound of my car approaching.

“No thanks.” She said dismissively, hearing me slowing down for her. It was in her ‘no nonsense’ tone that some of the class pushed her to once and a great while. Hearing that voice again put me back, the times when the others had pissed her off and I was almost always in the lead of helping her get them back in line. It also stirred up the first time I’d heard her voice altogether. That first year she was teaching when she’d said, “Hello class, I’m Mrs. Kime. You can remember how to pronounce it because it sounds like Lime.”

“You look like you need a ride.” I suggested with a smile, nobody ahead of or behind me so I rolled along at her side.

“No thanks!” A lot more attitude now, she still hadn’t looked at me to know who it was besides some random stranger that she probably worried would kidnap her.

“Mrs. Kime?” That made her look, blink, and then a huge smile broke over her face.

“Lawrence!” Three years and she instantly remembered me. Relief preceded an almost sad nod, it damn well seemed like there were tears in her eyes. “Yes! I’ll take a ride.”

Like I said there was nobody anywhere, so I stopped right in the middle of the road. When she got in there was a lot of her legs on display, the ones I had stared at so often. When they were visible as she stood in front of the class. I had sunglasses on but she probably would have known where I was looking, maybe rethought the ride, but she was already coming in for a hug. It caught me by surprise, at graduation I’d gotten a two handed handshake which seemed about the most contact anybody was getting. After a half-second I hugged her back, she smelled of perfume but also of sweat. For some reason that made my mouth water. Made me think of… Well tasting that sweat right off her sweet sexy body.

“It’s really good to see you.” There was a hint of hurt in her eyes as she pulled away from the hug.

“It’s really good to see you too.” I was about ready to ask the stupid question of if that was her car back there, mostly just to get out of her what was wrong, when she let out a noise that made me think she was about ready to cry.

“That’s probably a lie.” Plucking at her dress (Yes sadly pulling it down so it almost reached her knees.) then fixing the straps on her top, before pulling the visor down to look at herself in the mirror. “I’m a wreck already but god I would have been a total nightmare if I’d have had to walk all the way to town. You saved me, thank you so much Lawrence!” Giving me a quick thankful but miserable look before frowning back at her reflection. “You really caught me at a bad time though.” I could tell she didn’t want to say it but she snapped the visor up and turned to me, letting out a long sigh. “It’s Defluer so I’m sure you’ll hear anyway, if you haven’t heard already, but Mr. Kime and I are splitting up.”

“Oh no!” I didn’t imagine (back then or now) that her and I would end up together, but Mr. Kime was a fucking tool and I never liked them together. Her and Mr. Tanaka the History Teacher and baseball coach always seemed to have this flirty thing, I’d always shipped them. But I knew that was limiting her to dating people who worked at the school, which was silly. “Really?”

She snorted, once more the weight looking like it came off her for a few moments. “It was good you never joined Drama, you’re bad at it.”