3 comments/ 34638 views/ 3 favorites School Crossing Guard By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER I saw her every morning when walking my kids to school. She was always there helping us across the street. She was no beauty just your average female school crossing guard. There was nothing special about her, that is, until she smiled. Once she smiled was when you saw that there was undiscovered potential of a pretty woman beneath her uniform. Friendly and outgoing, she smiled a lot. She enjoyed her job, obviously, knew all the kids by name and they all knew her. During her brief time with the children, in the morning on their way to school and in the afternoon on their way home, she was an extension of their mothers fretting over them, buttoning coats, tying shoes, giving them verbal comfort, and making sure that they arrived to school and returned home safely. You could tell that the kids liked her because she made them smile with her smile and with her concern for their safety and well being. Actually, she made a lot of people smile. People going by her in their cars tooted their horns and waved. "Where's your hat, today, Simon, it's too cold to be walking to school without your hat?" I heard her say to one of the kids yesterday. "I forgot it," said the boy putting his head down. "Good morning, Julie. Wait there and I'll be over to cross you." "Okay." She had short blonde hair, was maybe 5'4" tall, and weighed about 120 pounds. Everything about her appeared average, yet, every morning, I was excited with the anticipation of seeing her, again. Maybe, it is because I am horny in the morning and since my wife died a few months ago, there's been no way for me to release the sexual tension that controls my thoughts other than to masturbate. Like brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and taking my vitamin, masturbation has become a morning ritual since Amanda died. Yet, masturbation is not nearly the same as touching, feeling, caressing, and kissing a naked and willing lover lying beside you in bed. Certainly, it is not nearly the same as making love. There are no fireworks when I jerk off. I am so very detached and it is all so mechanical. Not once, do I say to myself, gee, I can't wait to go home and jerk off; I am so excited by the thoughts of it. Okay, I may have said that when I was a horny teenager and my hormones were raging, but not now that I am an adult and have the ability to begin and sustain a sexual relationship with a woman but, it is too soon since Amanda died. I am not ready to start over, again. I cannot even imagine myself with another woman. I grieve the terrible and sudden loss of Amanda killed by a hit and run driver while out jogging, as she crossed the intersection. Not only did he hit her but he dragged her body down the street a few hundred yards. The forensic report read, by the blue paint found beneath her fingernails, that she was desperately trying to hold on to the vehicle, so as not to be run over and may have survived the initial impact, but when she lost her grip and fell back on the pavement, the asshole ran over her head. The severe injuries mandated a closed coffin. I identified her body and she was unrecognizable but for her few bloodied clothes that they found scattered along the pavement. They closed the street so that the police could pick up pieces of her before the morning traffic flattened her in the pavement like animal road kill. By the evidence left at the scene, a broken headlight and blue paint chips on her clothes, and beneath her fingernails, they narrowed the driver's vehicle to a blue, Chevy pickup truck. I wish I could find that bastard. I would kill him with my bare hands torturing him first to make him beg me to end his miserable and cowardly life. She was my dream woman come true and I am such a mess without her and my children are forever pained with the loss of their mother. I miss feeling Amanda's tits pressed against my back when we spooned just before waking up. She always leaned into me, kissed my ear, and reached her arm over and down my body to put her hand around my cock. Instantly, she gave me an erection and I reached my arm over her and my hand back behind her feeling her firm, round ass. She had a wonderful ass. All of that jogging paid off. With my head on her breast, I miss having my hand resting on her flat stomach before she left to jog around the neighborhood. I miss her returning home flushed and sweaty and ready to take me deep inside of her in bed, on the bedroom carpet, or in the shower before getting the kids off to school. I miss her. I hurt missing her. "Good morning, Baby, did you sleep well?" Every morning she asked me that simple, yet, endearing question. I never realized how important her concern for my good night's sleep was until she was no longer there to ask me that. I miss her and I miss her asking me if I slept well. She was my baby and I loved her. Now, for some inexplicable reason, other than I am so lonely and so horny, the school crossing guard has garnered my attention and is my current fantasy. Whenever I think of the school crossing guard I feel like I am cheating on Amanda. We were together 7 years and I never cheated on her. Cheating on Amanda never even crossed my mind. We were so compatible physically, spiritually, and emotionally, that there was nothing that I needed that Amanda could not give me. Actually, except for the couple of women in work, the receptionist and the bookkeeper, the school crossing guard is the only other woman who I come in contact with on a daily basis and the only woman who I find myself thinking about. She has a nice voice. She has helped me across the street so many times that her voice is a lyrical background in my mind. It is a melodious voice that is not too high or two low. It is a voice of a woman who is in control of her mood and her mood is always pleasant and confident. Her voice is feminine. I can see myself being aroused in bed by her voice when she is talking dirty to me. "Freddie, I love holding your cock in my hand and staring at it just before I put it in my mouth. You have a beautiful cock. May I suck your cock, Freddie? May I take you in my mouth? Will you cum in my mouth for me? I love how your penis grows for me and how you tense your body just before you cum. I love the taste of you." (You can tell a guy wrote this.) Jesus, I have to pay attention to my driving. I nearly rear ended the guy in front of me thinking about the school crossing guard talking dirty to me while about to give me a blow job. Oh, my God, I am so fucked up. What is wrong with me having sexual thoughts for my children's school crossing guard? "What are the charges, Officer?" "He's been stalking the crossing guard, your Honor." That imagined exchange of dialogue that happened yesterday when picking up my kids from school made me wonder if she was married or attached. Most school crossing guards are married to or have a boyfriend who is a cop, which is how they have the inside information and preferred status to get the job, as a school crossing guard, in the first place. You would not think that a school crossing guard job was a plum position in the community but, it is a job that pays more than double the minimum wage and the extra income with mother's hours and within walking distance of their home, it is a job that does not interfere with the rest of their day. Suddenly, I felt like a cad lusting over someone else's wife or girlfriend. I would not like it certainly, if some Dude had been lusting over Amanda, although, I am sure there were plenty of guys lusting over her because she was a good looking woman who had a killer body. Still, I wondered what she looked like without her orange safety vest. The cap she wore made her look cute. Some women cannot wear hats, but the school crossing guard looked sexy with her cap. I imagined her giving me a blow job while wearing her cap tilted to one side. Maybe, it was her uniform, maybe, it was because I was so lonely, so horny but, she was beginning to look hot to me. I imagined her slowly stripping off her uniform, unbuttoning her blouse and unbuckling and unzipping her trousers to reveal an outrageous Victoria's Secret matching bra and panty set. You know the lingerie I mean, the one with those low cut bras that barely covers her areolas and that serves up and offers her tits to you and the one that has those panties that frame and highlight her mound. Oh, baby, I just love Vicky's dirty little secret underwear. You could be the most prim and proper every Sunday to church woman but still surreptitiously be wearing Victoria Secret underwear beneath your dowdy clothes. So, there I was horny again before having to take the kids to school and jerking off in the bathroom while fantasizing about my school crossing guard. In an effort to add detail to my image of her while jerking off, I tried to think what color eyes she had. I figured blue but I was not sure. Were they blue, hazel or brown? She must have crossed me 100 times and I never noticed her eyes. I was probably too busy staring at the impression her tits made in her safety vest or how her round ass filled out her uniform pants. She was definitely a full B cup, maybe even a C cup. Even with her safety vest, I could tell she had tits, nice tits. It is difficult to tell with all the clothes she was wearing and navy blue made her appear thin, really thin, still, when I stared at her long enough, as I apparently have over the months, I could see that she had womanly curves that gave her a hot body. I wondered what her name was. It bothered me that I did not even know her name. What a knucklehead I am. That missing detail ruined my jerk off session. How could I jerk off over someone without even knowing her name? Suddenly, I felt like Jerry Seinfeld when he forgot the name of his girlfriend, "Oh, you, you, you," he called her. "You are so pretty. You are so sweet." Jerking off about someone without even knowing their name is like trying to jerk off without touching yourself. I stuffed my limp cock back in my pants and went downstairs to hurry the kids for school. Today, I would make eye contact with her to see the color of her eyes and today I would ask her name. I was nervous driving the few blocks to where I park my car to cross the kids. She was there stopping cars and crossing kids. I stared at her from a distance. Yeah, she has tits alright and a shapely ass, too. She wore white gloves. I imagined those white gloved fingers wrapped around my cock stroking me until I cam and shot loads or warm, oozy liquid all over her white gloved hand. Unable to jerk off this morning, still horny, seeing her made me want to fuck her and, seeing her dressed as a school crossing guard made me want to fuck her while she was still in her uniform and, while she was wearing those white gloves. Now, I understand the attraction that some women have with a man in uniform. "What are you doing?" "I'm taking off my hat, orange safety vest, and white gloves so that we can fuck." "No, put everything back on, please." "You don't want to have sex with me?" "Yes, of course, I do, but I want you to wear your uniform while we are making love." I looked down embarrassed that my request may be deemed kinky or distasteful to her. "I want to feel your tits through the cloth of your orange safety vest before removing it. I want to feel what it is like when you wrap your hand around my cock while wearing your white gloves. I want you to suck my cock while you are wearing your hat." Her dark blue pants and shirt covered over with an orange safety vest, her white gloves, and blue and black cap made her more appealing to me than all of the other mothers who marched their kids to school wearing their stay at home Mom uniforms of jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers. There was something erotic and sexy about a woman in uniform albeit, a school crossing guard's uniform. Some professions because of stereotypes are erotic and when having sex with someone of that profession some guys feel that a nurse will make them feel better, a librarian will teach them to be quiet, a secretary will remember their moves, a teacher will make them stay after and do it over again, or a nun who will forgive their sins. For me, it was the school crossing guard that made my cock hard. For me, it was the school crossing guard who will make me stop, look, and listen, as she takes me by the hand to cross me over to the other side. "Hi," I said to her as she approached to cross us. She has pretty blue eyes. I thought she did. "Hi," she said, "how are you, today?" She maintained eye contact with me and smiled that smile that lit up her face making her look so much prettier than when she did not smile, which was rare because she was always smiling. "Good, how are you?" I said walking with her as we crossed. Suddenly, I had the urge to take her hand and hold it while crossing the street. Suddenly, I had the urge to relinquish all of my sexually control to her and to have her make love to me instead of me making love to her. Please walk home with me I wanted to say to her. "It's a nice day so far, although there is rain in the forecast." "I'm David, Ashleigh's and Stephen's father." Fuck the small talk. Can I fuck you? I wanted to ask her the really big questions. Would you walk me home so that we can have hot sex? May I strip you naked and make love to your hot body for hours? Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Instead, of asking her all the questions that filled my mind, I made small talk. "I know who you are," she laughed. "I cross you every day since your wife..." "You knew Amanda?" Suddenly, the guilt welled up and I felt bad like I was cheating on Amanda. "We were acquaintances," she paused. "We talked sometimes while waiting for the kids to get out of school." She looked up at me and touched my arm with her white gloved hand. "She was a nice woman. I am so sorry for your loss." "Thank you," I said waiting for the uncomfortable pause to pass. "What is your name?" "Dorothy" she smiled, "but everyone calls me Dot." She laughed. "It was a nickname that stuck with me from high school because I was smaller than all the other kids, until I grew finally," she said depositing us at the curb and getting ready to walk back to cross a couple of kids waiting impatiently to cross. "Well, I have the get the kids to school before they are late." "It was nice meeting you, officially, Dot." I stuck out my hand and she took it in hers. I held it feeling her fingers encased within her white gloves before shaking it. I got chills thinking of her white gloves touching my naked body. I started getting an erection thinking of her hand gloved in white cotton holding and stroking my cock. "Nice to meet you, officially, David," she said smiling. I was running late the next morning and got the kids to school late. I did not get my daily dose of Dot. With the other kids already in school, she was gone. Not seeing the school crossing guard put me in a bad mood. I was depressed. I was lonely. I was horny. It was raining. She was my only female companionship, if you wanted to call her that. I was in a sad condition. I looked forward to seeing Dot when I picked up the kids but, again, she was not there. "Where's Dot?" I asked the substitute school crossing guard. "Car problems," she said with a shrug. "She called me asking me to fill in for her. She said that she was broken down at Home Depot." I needed some time alone so when I picked up the kids at school I dropped them off at my sister's house and drove to the mall to roam around...Home Depot. Although I was hoping, I really never expected to see Dot. I figured she'd be long gone after getting her car started or getting a tow. Besides, what if she really wasn't stuck and just called her friend and made up an excuse not to go in to work? I pulled in a parking space closest to the door. It was pouring buckets. The pickup truck next to me had its hood open, which I thought was odd considering how hard it was raining. That was when I saw her standing at the front of the truck. At first, I did not recognize her. She looked different, better, without her uniform. She looked pretty. Her hair was pulled back and she wore makeup. "Hi." "Hi, she said, "can you give me a jump? I think my battery is dead, at least, I hope it is the battery and not the alternator." "Sure." I grabbed my cables and jump started her. It was her battery. Suddenly, I got this feeling that I have not had since high school. My palms were sweaty and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Uhm," I said, standing in the rain beside her truck and talking to her through her window that was open half way. "You wanna get some coffee?" She looked at me and I looked back at her. In a flash of enlightenment, her face mirrored my loneliness and her expectations of hope for the start of something good. The look that appeared upon her face only lasted but a second but it seemed like forever before she responded to my question. "Sure," she said, giving me that smile, "I would love some coffee." She wrapped her arms around herself pushing her ample breast together revealing a deep line of cleavage above her shirt. "I'm chilled to the bone." "There's a Starbucks up the road." I gave her another look and was happy, thrilled with the prospect of having coffee and conversation with the woman in my fantasy. "You can follow me." "Okay." We headed up the road and parked beside one another in the parking lot. She grabbed a table while I ordered a couple of coffees. It was all very innocent, just coffee and conversation, although I was hoping for more and if I read the look on her face correctly, she was hoping for more, too. That was how it started. She told me that she was recently divorced, had no kids, and was lonely. We ended up at her apartment. With the rain hitting the windows and the misty fog that reflected the light back in the room, it was all so surreal, like a dream that I had dreamt before. Somehow, our first time together felt like it was all pre-planned and I was a pawn going through the choreographed motions of making love to this woman who I hardly knew. Somehow, I felt manipulated. By her moans and sexual aggressiveness, she wanted the sexual contact more than I did. She was hot for me, certainly, that was obvious. Whereas, I wanted to fuck her, she wanted to make love to me. She engulfed my cock, deep throated me, and I nearly lost it and exploded in her mouth. The only reason why I did not, why I was able to hold back was that I needed to fuck. Yet, I, too, needed the comfort of her body. I missed making love with Amanda so much that I needed to feel the wet, warm tightness of a woman. Still, by the passion behind her kisses, she wanted me more than I wanted her and I was taken back by her forwardness. She was not shy about how she felt about me. She was not cautious and holding back her affection. Accustomed to a first encounter that was more guarded, I not only felt her reaction refreshing to my conditioned opinion of women on first dates and but, also, flattering to my ego. She was a great kisser. She made my cock hard just with her kisses. I have never kissed a woman as much. My lips were sore but I did not care. I did not want to stop kissing her. Maybe, it was her full lips, Amanda had thin lips, but Dot was the best kisser that I have ever experienced. I felt connected to her through her kisses and I could not get enough of her tongue. She made me forget everything but kissing her. We made love, first, and then, we fucked. We fucked like dogs. By my measure, I could tell that it had been a while for her, as it had been a while for me, since having sex. She was so wet. When I tasted her, her wet sweetness covered my face. I made her cum hard. Then, I searched the room for something to wipe my face. She was on my cheeks, chin, and up my nose. School Crossing Guard Ch. 02 "Do you like my body?" She said moving her arms away from her body so that I could see all of her in one look. She was stunning naked and she knew it. She was one of those few people who looked better without their clothes than with their clothes. All of us benefit from wearing some article of clothing to hide our imperfections, but she had none. She was flawless. She could have worked as a nude artist's model. With a flat, toned stomach, developed thighs and calves, and a round ass, yet without the muscularity of an ice skater, she had a dancer's body. Actually, I found it hard to believe that she was able to hide this body beneath that drab school crossing guard uniform. "Yes, you have a fabulous body," I said cupping her breasts. She had firm tits. Her tits were much bigger than Amanda's tits. Amanda was an A cup. Dot was definitely a C cup. Her pubic hair was trimmed and, although her pubic hair was darker than her head hair, she was definitely a natural blonde. "Is my body better than Amanda's body?" "What? Amanda? Please no, I don't want to talk about her, now, especially now, when I am in bed with you." I cringed and suddenly was overwhelmed with guilt. It was disturbing that she would mention Amanda's name at a time like this. Moreover, why would she need reassurance about her body when she had a body like that? "Do you like my tits?" She said looking down at her breasts and sticking out her chest. "I love your tits. They are so—" "Are they bigger than, you know—?" "Please stop." I could not believe this woman was comparing herself to my dead wife. I looked at her in horrified disbelief. "I'm sorry, I was only trying to—" "Trying to make me lose my erection and trying to make me not want you? Well, you succeeded." I stood up, gathered my clothes, and quickly dressed to leave. "Don't go." She sat up in bed allowing the sheet to collect around her hips. "This isn't working," I said staring at her tits. Her nipples were so erect. "I'm sorry." I could feel my cock begin to harden again. "It's too soon to be in another relationship." Yet, I knew that there was no way that I was leaving and leaving her. There was something about her that drove me wild with desire for her. She really did have wonderful tits, so round, so firm, and so high up and I am such a sucker for a nice set of knockers. It took all the self-control that I had not to lunge at her tits and take her big nipples in my mouth, again. Her tits did not sag at all. Her nipples were pink, puffy, and perfect. "I understand." She took my hand. "I can be more like her...or not. I was just trying to see what you like and the kind of woman you want. I can be whomever you want. I spotted her orange safety vest hanging up with her hat over it. Her white gloves were together on the bureau. I wanted to gather them and bring them over to her. "Just be yourself." I felt her fingers wishing she was wearing those white gloves. "You are the woman who I was attracted to," her tits gave me goose bumps, "just be yourself." I so wanted her to put on her hat and have her blow me. "I don't want you to be anyone else." I wanted to ask her to put on her uniform but I felt that I would weird her out asking her that, especially now, when I am telling her to be herself. This was not the right time to ask her to role play the school crossing guard to satisfy my sexual fantasy. I fantasized about feeling her big tits through the material of her orange safety vest, to have her curl her white gloved fingers around my cock as she stroked me, and then to blow me while she wore her school crossing guard hat. "You are right. I wish I had your confidence." "Good, I just don't want to even think about Amanda, right now." She nodded her head in agreement and lifted my hand to her mouth, and started sucking my index finger as if it was my cock. Damn, if there is one thing that drives me wild with passion, with horniness, and with imagery, it when a woman sucks my fingers as if she is blowing. I closed my eyes and imagined my cock in her mouth with her wearing her hat. "I love you." My eyes popped open. She was looking up at me with stars in her eyes while giving head to my index finger. "What?" I could not believe my ears. I needed her to repeat what she had just said to make sure that I did not imagine it. "I love you," she said removing my finger from her mouth and then reinserting it deeper. "You love me! What do you mean you love me? We've only just met." I pulled my hand away. "I've always loved you," she smiled that smile that made her look incredibly pretty, "since the first day I saw you." "I've only just started walking the kids to school." "No, you are wrong," she said shaking her head. "I saw you 3 years ago when you and Amanda walked Ashleigh to school on her first day. I was there. I crossed the three of you. That was the first time that I saw you. That was when I fell in love with you." She smiled up at me and took my hand, again. "You were so handsome in your blue pinstriped suit and red and blue geometric tie." She put my hand on her breast and I fondled her tit. "It was love at first sight." My mind was reeling. She remembers what I wore three years ago when I don't remember what I wore yesterday. She loves me. I can't believe this whacky woman loves me. WTF! She is creeping me out. Has she been seriously lusting over me for three years? Has she been longing after me? Has she been masturbating over my image? All the times that she crossed me and my kids, she never made a move, she never confessed her desire for me, and she never said anything. "Dot, I don't understand, why didn't you—" She pulled me back in bed, unbuckled and unzipped my pants, and took me in her mouth. She was really going at my cock giving me a fantasy blow job with a lot of head bobbing, sucking sounds, moaning, and hand movement. It had been several months since I have had my cock in a woman's mouth and have felt that incredible sensation and it did not take me very long to show her my desire for her, again. Yet, never have I had a blow job like this. This was an interactive video blow job that you only read about in fiction and not in reality. Yet, here I was getting the real thing. Still hard even after I cam in her mouth, we made love again. She made me cum twice already. Even when I was a horny, hormone driven teenager, never have I cum more than three times and now I cam off for the third time exploding a big load of cum in her mouth. She was a sexual animal. She made me forget the conversation we just had. She erased my mind of all my thoughts with this unbelievable blow job she just gave me and with the sexual pleasure of making me cum three times, once from fucking her, and once from making love with her, and now again with an outrageous blow job. Then, if that was not enough, she had these incredible set of knockers. Being with Amanda and her A cup tits, I forgot what it was like to feel the weight of a big tit in the palm of my hand. I forgot what it is like to take a big nipple of a big tit in my mouth while my other hand kneads, fondles, and caresses her other tit. Then, to do her doggie style while reaching around and under her to take one of those huge knockers in each hand was, well, unbelievable, she was such a good lover. She was more than any guy would want, and she loves me. She fucking loves me. My mind was spinning. My cock was still half hard and a little sore. As soon as I looked over at her orange vest with her hat hanging over it on a hook and the white gloves, her white gloves, tossed on her bureau like two severed hands from a cartoon character, I started getting hard, again. "What are you on Viagra?" She looked down at my cock and took it in her hand. "You are insatiable." She laughed. "Never have I been able to find a man who can sexually satisfy me, until you." She started stroking me. "Can you do me a favor?" "Anything for you lover. Do you want me to suck your cock, again? Do you want to cum in my mouth, again?" She smiled. "I would suck your cock every day before you left for work if," she paused as if not sure if she should continue, "we were together." Although, her comment about being together was premature, an understatement, as this was our first date, if you want to call having sex three times in 3 hours a first date. This entire day was crazy, so her comment was no less crazy. It all was just part and parcel to a zany day with the loony school crossing guard. What the fuck! If she can ask me nutty things, I may as well go for it. "Can you put your school crossing guard uniform on? I want to feel you through your uniform clothes. Then, I want to half undress you and fuck you while you are still wearing your orange safety vest and your white gloves." She looked at me with excited anticipation. "And after I fuck you, I want you to blow me while you are wearing your hat." "And can you do me a favor?" She asked me the question giggling with glee and squirming all over the sheet. "Anything Dot," I said with apprehension. I had no idea what the Hell she was going to ask me now. I figured she would ask me to marry her. Yet, I said, "At this point, Dot, if you wear that uniform, there is nothing that I won't do for you." As soon as I said that, I wanted to take it back. Now, for sure, I knew she was going to ask me to marry her. "Well," she turned red and was reluctant to continue in her request. "Go ahead, don't be shy. I just asked if I could have sex with you while you wore your school crossing guard uniform. What could you possible ask me that is more deviant than that?" "Well, when you are eating my pussy, can you call me Mommy?" I looked at her. What the Hell, she really does have nice tits. If she wants to pretend to be my Mommy, who am I to deny her fantasy, especially when I want her to satisfy my school crossing guard fantasy. This would make such a great story for Literotica, I thought, if only I knew how to write it. (I'll be getting negative comments on this one, for sure.) "You want me to call you Mommy like in a son calling his mother Mommy?" "Yes," she rolled her eyes like she was going to faint, "Oh, God, yes." She stuck two fingers in her pussy by her clit and started masturbating. Over the months that followed, we became a couple. I wanted it to start slow, very slow. I was only looking for some comfort, a warm body to wake up to and pound when my thoughts of Amanda were so exhausting and draining that I felt like not continuing. I do not do well being alone. I need a woman in my life. I am sorry if that statement detracts from my love of Amanda or makes me sound shallow or fickle. I can assure you that I truly loved Amanda, as I have grown to love Dot. Only, I cannot be alone with myself. I do not have the self assurance to live alone. Conversely, Dot, the opposite of Amanda was a bit suffocating, draining, clingy, and too giving of herself. She could not do enough for me. She was always there. Sometimes, she made me feel claustrophobic. Yet, the sex, oh, my God, the sex, sex with her was non-stop incredible. Every day, yes, every day, multiple times a day, was like the first night of our Honeymoon. We fucked like demented dogs on hormones. She with her baked casseroles, muffins, and gifts for the children was already in high gear. She was moving way too fast. She was acting so much like she was my wife, already, when I was still in love with Amanda and the thoughts of marrying again were in the distant future, if ever. Then, a few months later, when she stayed the weekend and I was in the master bath showering, she was going through Amanda's closet trying on her clothes. To walk in the bedroom and see Dot in a dress that Amanda wore to Stephen's Christening was too much to take. "Take that off! How dare you violate her memory and go through her things. Get out! Get out of my house." In hindsight, maybe, I overreacted. In hindsight, I wanted to rip the dress off her and take Amanda's dress to bed with me so that I could sleep soundly, finally, with the scent of her lingering perfume. In hindsight, I was crazy and still in love with Amanda. In hindsight, Dot did not deserve that hostility from me. In hindsight, I was falling in love with Dot, if only she would back off a little and give me some time and some breathing room. I felt bad that I had been mean to her. I called her every day for a week and she did not answer her telephone. I went to her apartment and knocked on her door without answer. I unlocked her door and went inside. She lived plainly. Her apartment was so clean and neat. It made me want to move her into my house. My house was a bachelor's pad in comparison. I could not remember the last time that I vacuumed, even. I found myself looking through some of her things not realizing that I was invading her privacy when there on her desk was a receipt from the junkyard for a headlight assembly for her Chevy pickup truck. She had a blue pickup truck. It was then that it occurred to me that it was the same make and color of the truck that killed Amanda. The police questioned her, now that I recall, they questioned everyone in town who had a pickup truck, no matter what the make, model, or color. They ruled her out because she was, after all, the school crossing guard and had an alibi. She knew everyone in town and everyone knew her. Besides, back then, she did not have a motive, until now. Now, I knew her motive. She loved me and has always loved me. She wanted me and Amanda was the only one standing in her way of getting me. I reached for the telephone about the call the police. I could not do it. I loved her. I can't go through this again losing, yet, another woman that I love. Yet, she murdered Amanda. She is a murderer. Maybe, it was an accident. Maybe, someone else drove her truck. Maybe, it was just a coincidence that she needed a headlight assembly. It's an old truck after all. I did not want to know. I went in her bathroom to check for any psychotic or anti-depressant medication. Still, it would not mean anything. Today, half the population of America is on some kind of mind altering medication. Besides, what did it matter, now? Amanda was dead. What about my kids? What if she is a threat to my kids? Nah, she's a school crossing guard. She loves kids. It does not matter. I have to report her. I have to do it, if only for the memory sake of Amanda and if only to avenge her death. I picked up the telephone again and started dialing the police when Dot appeared at her door. "Freddie!" "Dot!" I put the telephone down. "Where've you been? I've been looking for you for a week." "I had to do some thinking about things, about us." She didn't smile. She looked sad. "I need to talk to you about something, something that will really upset you, I know, and something that may ruin our future together." Fucking murderer, I knew it. That is what she wants to tell me. She wants to tell me that she murdered Amanda. She wants to confess. She probably cannot continue a relationship with me until she brings it all out in the open. Well, if she thinks that I will still have a relationship with her and that I won't turn her in, then she is crazier than I thought she was. "I'm pregnant." "What? You're what?" "I'm pregnant. I forgot to take a birth control—" "You're pregnant? With my baby?" "Yes, with your baby, you goof. I haven't been with anyone else but you since I divorced my husband." Suddenly, I thought about bringing her on the Murray Povich show to for a DNA test to prove or disprove that it is my baby. That's ridiculous. I'll just turn her in and the courts can give her a DNA test, and then, if it is my baby, she can have an abortion. I want nothing to do with her, now that I know she killed my wife, my baby, my Amanda. "Dot, listen, I—" I looked down at the headlines of the newspaper that she held in her hand. HIT AND RUN DRIVER FOUND "They found Amanda's killer." She held up the newspaper. I was sick. She handed me the newspaper and I stared through it. I really thought that she was the killer. I was about to call the police and report her. How could I think that? "I was afraid that you would not want me once you found out that I was pregnant and that they found Amanda's killer. I figured all of that would be too much for you to handle." She started to cry. I walked over to her and hugged her. "It's okay," I said, "don't worry about anything." "Don't worry," she said. "I'll have an abortion. I've already made the appointment." "What? Abortion? Are you crazy?" She looked up at me. "I just thought that you would not want me and—" "Let's get married." School Crossing Guard "No," she said, "don't wipe it off. I want to taste me on you." She kissed me deeper and longer than before. She pulled me forward, reached down between my legs, inserted me inside of her and we fucked for what seemed like hours until I exploded all that I had inside of her. Never have I been vocal during sex, but Dot turned me into a screamer. "Don't worry," she said. "You can cum inside of me. I'm on the pill." We remained in bed holding one another, touching, caressing, and fondling, until she stroked me to hardness. Now, this time, instead of fucking, we made love. We had become lovers in just the matter of hours. Momentarily, she released me from my grief. Momentarily, I stopped missing Amanda, until we stopped and guilt replaced my passion. To be continued, watch for School Crossing Guard, part 2, in the Erotic Horror section.