My husband, Charles woke me up with a kiss on the lips. The sensation of his soft lips, made me react despite being half awake. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
Charles pulled back, when things began to be heated. I opened my eyes to the sight of him blushing. So cute.
Despite being in his thirties, he still had this boyish Charm and innocence, which had made me fall in love with him all over again. Despite being married to me for five years now, he was still shy.
"Morning," I greeted him with a smile.
He nodded, face flushing even more, "good morning, I.. made breakfast."
I giggled, getting up to pull him back on the bed, my grip iron clad. I rewarded him with even more kisses.
When we left the room, he resembled a red pepper, while I was all smiles. I headed to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, while he ran back to the bedroom, having realised I had wrinkled his shirt when we kissed.
As I brushed my teeth, I couldn't help start noticing the imperfections. Charles never fails to tell me how beautiful I am each night, but I can't help be more self-conscious sometimes, knowing I'm no where as beautiful as he thinks.
I felt like my pale skin wasn't smooth, my nose a bit narrow, lips too thin. My body held no womanly charm, as my breast were small, no curves to be proud off, legs short.
I looked like a petite fragile doll, with none of its charm. My emerald eyes dimmed with unease, as I wondered what Charles saw in an average woman like me?
I shook my head, if I can't hold on to him using my none existent womanly charm, then I have to settle by being the most devoted wife. I rinsed my brush and put it away.
I exhaled, as I grabbed a handful of my auburn long her, and tied it into a bun. I should try harder, cook more, clean, plan romantic dates. We might be well off, but it wouldn't hurt to put in a little more effort.
My lips curled in what I hoped was a charming smile. And I exited the bathroom, and headed to the kitchen. I found Charles already there, dressed handsomely in his grey suit.
My eyes wandered to the large breakfast he prepared, my stomach rumbled, making me flush in embarrassment. Charles got up from his seat, chuckling.
He was so beautiful, short well groomed blond hair, a smile too deadly for my heart or any woman, beautiful long eyelashes that made me wonder how unfair genetics can sometimes be.
His brown eyes were always on me, lovingly, lustfully and breathtakingly. He pulled a chair for me, as he gentlemanly helped me seat. He leaned into my ear from behind, saying, "you look even more beautiful this morning, my heart can't take it."
His words made my small heart skip a beat. Too perfect. I can't compete with this, his too perfect for me. I'm the luckiest woman in the world.
Giggling I responded in kind, "and my husband is too dashing."
I didn't see his face, but I knew he was definitely blushing, he was too weak to complements, especially ones that came from me.
"T-thank you," he said.
He sat down across from me, as we began eating his delicious food, tasting a bit minty thanks to having just brushed my teeth.
We ate in comfortable silence, and after we were done, I handled the plates while Charles headed for work.
When I was done, I took a quick shower, dressed formally. And also headed out to work. It took no more than ten minutes to reach the school with my car.
It was 07:50 AM, ten minutes before my first class. I was cutting it close this time. I headed to the class I was teaching and began my first day.
•••
It was 12:09, lunch time, and I was in the principals office, chatting with my long time friend, Sarah. She was the one who introduced me to this line of work.
"So, tell me the juicy details, did you guys do it last night?"
I blushed, "of course not, we agreed to only do it once a month."
Sarah's brow furrowed, disappointed, "come on, you guys have been married for only five years, but it feels like fifty. Are you guys not doing okay?"
"We're doing just fine, thank you very much, we're just not nymphomaniacs, like you and Lina," I retorted.
"Being defensive aren't we?"
I blushed in shame, she saw right through me.
"C-can you keep a secret?" I whispered, suddenly aware of my surrounding.
Sarah's gaze became serious, as she leaned forward, "of course, I still haven't told anyone about your peeing incident in 9th grade, have I?"
"Ugh, you promised we wouldn't talk about that."
"No, you told me not to talk about it to anyone else, never said anything about us."
I rolled my eyes, then straightened my posture, as I stared into Sarah's beautiful brown eyes, "it's true when I say Charles and I are doing just fine, actually better than fine, we're doing great. But it's just.. our s-sexual c-chemistry on the other hand... it's bad."
I dared not close my eye, not wanting to miss a single twitch of judgement in her eyes. But it never came, I only saw realisation and.. pity?
Sarah narrowed her eyes at me, before standing up. She was really tall. She came to my side, seating on the chair next to mine. We faced each other, as I began sweating, worried about what she might say.
"Does this mean, you have never," she looked around, before leaning closer, whispering, "orgasmed??"
I felt the burning of my cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of my ears. My none response answer was confirmation enough. This time the pity in her eyes was clear.
I was so embarrassed that I practically ran out of Sarah's office. Aimlessly hurrying anywhere I can be alone. Without looking ahead of me, I collided into someone. And fell down on my butt.
I groaned, trying to get up, but my butt hurt. I saw a dainty hand in my view, and when I looked up, I saw Carly Holt, a student of mine. A troublemaker.
She smiled down at me, and I swear not even Charles could match it's radiance, "take my hand Rose, you're not actually thinking of staying like that forever, are you?"
I reached out, grabbing her hand, as she helped me up, lost in her beauty and charm that I nearly missed the fact, she just called me by my name.
"It's Mrs. Campbell to you!!"