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Moose Minotaur Boyfriend: Frank (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-08-28 19:01:01 +0000 UTC
Teaching elementary school has been fine for the most part. It’s always been your dream, and being able to teach a school as prestigious as Croftwood Academy is another bonus. You’ve never worked at a school where you didn’t need to buy your own supplies before. It was a miracle you got the job, so you make sure to be extra careful about doing it. The kids are wonderful, and you don’t have any real reason to be concerned.
Until one day.
A small fight has broken out between two girls in the class. You and your teaching aide, Louis, have to pull them apart. “She called me the ‘B’ word!” one girl is crying.
The other girl has tears in her eyes, but she looks furious. “No I didn’t!” she sniffles. “‘Fucker’ doesn’t start with ‘B’!”
You and Louis exchange shocked and uncertain looks. This will be the first time you have to call in parents to discuss a child’s behavior, and you schedule an evening meeting. Gigi, the girl who said ‘motherfucker’, is usually very sweet and bright. She follows you around like a puppy most days, and is happy to sit and talk with you while waiting to be picked up at the end of the day. She always has the nicest things, but most of the kids at Croftwood did. Gigi is a moose minotaur, and is getting picked on recently because she’s the tallest girl in class. You’ve tried your best to reassure her that, no matter what, her height is just part of what makes her special. You suppose that’s why she clings to you.
“I’ve heard Gigi’s father is quite formidable,” Louis whispers as you wait for the parents to show up. Gigi is in the play section of the classroom, inside the treehouse.
“I figured most of the parents would be,” you reply just as quietly.
Louis shakes his head. “No, I mean...” He looks around and leans in. “He’s Frank ‘The Tank’ Leonetti. He owns the most successful restaurant in town, the mall, and a couple of other places.”
“Why do I know that name?” you whisper. “Aside from Gigi’s papers, I mean.”
“He’s supposedly linked to the Mafia,” Louis hisses.
Your eyes widen. “You have to be joking! That is not funny!”
There’s a knock at the door that halts your conversation and Gigi jumps up with glee, rushing to the door. “Daddy!”
The massive figure standing just outside the doorway stoops down and enters sideways as he comes into the room. He’s massive!
“There’s my sweetheart,” Frank coos as he picks Gigi up. “Now, little Giovanna Isabelle, why am I here today?”
Gigi pouts and looks down. “I got into a fight.”
“I see.” He strides into the room, smelling like clean linen, roses, and a touch of cigar smoke. “Sorry I’m a bit late. Traffic was horrible.”
You rush to stand up. “It always is after school.” You approach him, feeling very diminutive in his presence, and extend your hand as you introduce yourself. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Leonetti.”
His huge hand completely envelops yours as he shakes you. “Same to you. My little Gigi speaks of you constantly. She’s quite enamored of you.” His deep voice is rich and charming to listen to.
“Let’s sit over here. I have coffee if you’d like some.”
“No thank you. I would love some, but I’m afraid it tears me up a bit too much.”
He takes a seat and you sit across from him. Louis is tidying up the room a bit, staying close for support if Frank should have any questions about the fight. “I’m sure you're well aware that recently, Gigi has been the target of some bullying, which I’ve tried to keep from happening.”
“Gigi has told me you’re one of the few people to say her height makes her special. I appreciate that.” Frank sets Gigi down. “Go play, sweetheart. Let us talk.”
Gigi seems hesitant to leave, but she goes back over to the treehouse with Louis.
“I was bullied for much the same thing in school,” he sighs heavily. “It turned me into a bully when I got older. I had a lot of resentment that took quite a long time for me to overcome with therapy. I don’t want the same to happen to her. So knowing she got into a fight has me worried.”
“That’s not the only thing that happened during that fight, Mr. Leonetti. Gigi also happened to say something that has me quite worried. I don’t know what goes on in your home, but you need to be careful what you say around your daughter.”
Frank’s look becomes cross. “What did she say?”
You glance to Gigi who is happily playing with Louis. “She called the girl she was fighting with, um...” You clear your throat. “She called her the f-word.”
Frank covers his face with his palm and is visibly shaking as he forces himself not to laugh. “I am so sorry for that,” he snickers under his breath. “It’s not funny. I’m sorry.”
“Your daughter isn’t even able to spell the word. You need to be more careful how you speak around your daughter. And I hope it’s not something she saw on TV.”
“No, no, I claim responsibility for her language. I’m her only parent, and I know the word came from me.” He nods. “I will talk to her about her language, but I’m also concerned with what can be done about the bullying.”
“I talked to the other girl’s parents, and they agreed they would have a firm talk with her. I’ve been sending home information to the other parents in my class as well. But I am very firm with them when I see it happen.”
“What do you do?” Frank asks. “Do you scold? Make them sit in time out?”
I nod. “I have them apologize to Gigi, first and foremost. First time they get a letter sent home. Second time they get time out and another letter. Third time I schedule a meeting with the parents. If there’s a fourth, I take it up with the principal.”
Frank smirks. “Does it work?”
“I’ve only had one fourth time, Mr. Leonetti.” You check on Gigi and Louise again, and see that Gigi is watching you from the window of the tree house. “I wanted to make sure tonight that Gigi is doing well at home. Like you said, being bullied can lead to things later. I would hate to see a girl like Gigi be affected badly.”
Frank’s expression is soft and thoughtful. “Ever since her mother passed away, I’ve had Gigi see a child therapist. She’s been doing quite well with that, and it’s been good to see her have a positive role model like you in her life.”
“I’m sorry to hear about that,” you murmur. “But I’m glad to hear you’re doing everything you can for Gigi.”
“I don’t want her growing up with the same ghosts I had, so I’ve been very careful with her. But apparently, not careful enough,” he chuckles. “I guess I need to learn to keep my mouth clean when I’m at home where she can spy on me.”
“Kids have better hearing than you’d think,” you chuckle. “But I would appreciate you also talking to her about the language she used. I’ve already told her it wasn’t good, but the parent really needs to be the one to have that conversation.”
“I understand, don’t worry about that. Is that all we needed to discuss? Or did you also want to talk about dinner plans?”
“No that’s all, Mr. Leonetti. I don’t have plans, so...” You stop and tilt your head at him. “Dinner plans?”
He smiles. “Yes, dinner plans. You do eat, don’t you?”
“I...” Unsure what he’s getting at, you’re unsure how to reply. “I do eat, Mr. Leonetti, but I don’t see how that pertains to this.”
“It doesn’t. I was simply trying to ask you out to dinner.”
Your mouth opens in surprise, and you nod your head. “Oh, I see. Well...”
“You, Gigi, and I,” he adds on quickly. “She adores you so much, I know she would enjoy it, and I would certainly like to know you better as well.”
Louis had said he owned the best restaurant in town, and you wouldn’t mind a fancy dinner compared to the leftovers you have at home. “Why not? I have no other plans this evening.”
“Wonderful. Gigi!” he calls.
Gigi climbs down from the treehouse and runs over. “Are you done?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He takes her by the hand. “We’re going to go to dinner with your teacher now.”
Gigi’s eyes light up and she breaks into a huge grin. “Really? You’re coming with us?” She practically levitates.
Frank has a car waiting outside with a driver. You know Croftwood is filled with students who have rich parents, but you’d never seen inside their lives until now. The car is beautiful, and there’s even a mini fridge from which Gigi fetches a tiny bottle of water.
The restaurant is a place you've gone by many times - an old brick building, with a few of the interior elements preserved, like the beams in the ceiling and hardwood floor. Huge plants hang from the ceiling among globular glass light fixtures. In the very center of the dining room is a live tree surrounded by lush flora, moss, and decorative lights. Around the base of the tree is a circle of booths.
Frank takes you to the back, to his own personal dining room. Unlike the rest of the restaurant the atmosphere here is cozy and homey, and the brick walls are decorated with family photos, shelves of old knick knacks, and a worn-looking antique dining table. There’s also a bookshelf full of toys and coloring books for Gigi. Gigi sits beside you at the table, happily showing you one of her drawing pads filled with pictures. Frank uncorks a bottle of wine and pouring you a glass.
“Thank you,” you say, impressed. “I don’t really drink though.This one glass will probably last me all night.” You take the glass in our hand and admire the garnet liquid inside.
Frank fills a pretty pink cup with pink lemonade for Gigi. “That’s fine. It’s from my private reserve, which is made for sharing.”
You take a sip. It’s quite strong, but the oaky sweet flavor that lingers on your tongue is actually very nice. “Thank you. But you needn’t go all-out for me.”
A moment later a waiter comes back with a service cart and places plates on the table. There’s salad and fresh bread with a dipping oil that looks as pretty as a picture. Gigi has a fruit salad with a creamy sauce. “After the salad, what sort of soup would you like?” Frank asks.
“You don’t have to worry about doing anything special. Whatever you have on hand is fine.” You smile shyly and poke at your salad.
“It’s a lobster bisque tonight,” the waiter says.
“That sounds wonderful.” Frank replies.
You’ve never had lobster before, so you feel a bit excited about it. Gigi is picking through her fruit salad, which Frank notices. “You need to eat everything in there, Gigi. I thought you liked pineapple?”
“It makes my tongue feel weird,” Gigi murmurs.
“It’s still good for you. You need to eat it,” Frank insists.
You look at Gigi. “Do you know how pineapples grow?” You ask.
“On trees,” she says confidently.
You shake your head. “You would think that, right?” You take her drawing pad and start sketching on it. “Actually, a pineapple grows on this weird little bush, and the fruit itself grows up on a stalk like some sort of magic wand.”
“No way!” Gigi gasps.
“Yes, way,” you chuckle. “It can take a very, very long time for the plant to grow. So each pineapple is very special, and it would be a waste not to eat it after it worked so hard to grow.”
“I see!” Gigi turns back to her plate and begins to eat.
“Bravo,” Frank congratulates you.
By the end of dinner, you’re quite stuffed, and you think you’ll never have a fancier dinner. Gigi is half asleep in her father’s lap while he enjoys his wine. “Thank you so much for having me,” you say to him. “I really appreciate this.”
“You treat my daughter well, and you deserve it. The pineapple trick even convinced me,” he chuckles. He rubs Gigi’s back as she nuzzles her face to his chest. “Maybe we can do it again sometime, just the two of us.”
“Huh?” You stare at him.
Frank smiles. “Just an adult dinner. Some might even call it a date.”
It hits you that he’s asking you out. “Oh,” you gasp. “I’m not sure about that. Your daughter is my student. I wouldn’t want her getting confused.”
“I understand,” Frank murmurs. “But I couldn’t risk wasting my shot.” He gives you a soft smile. “Gigi has not accepted the last few women I dated, despite the fact she wants a mother in the house. She really adores you, and after getting to meet you, I understand.”
“You shouldn’t be dating just to find a mother,” you reply.
“Certainly not. I’m also looking for a partner, a friend. I’m quite lonely these days. This is one of the few nights I’ve enjoyed lately. Thank you for joining us.”
He sends you home in his car, giving you his card should you ever want to talk to him beyond Gigi and her education. The next morning, you find flowers waiting at your door, and another note from Frank.
“Please forgive me if my proposal for a date was out of line. I let the wine make me honest. But the offer still stands, whenever you should wish for my company.”
You think for a moment, holding the card in your hand and glancing towards the bouquet of flowers on your table. You’ve been told to tread carefully with these sorts of relationships, but you know you have an attraction to Frank now. He was very charming at dinner, but more than that he appears to be an amazing father. Seeing how much love Gigi has for him, and he for her, you can’t help but be attracted to that. You decide to give it until the weekend to think it over.
That afternoon during cleanup, Gigi is by your side like always, putting away blocks while you hold open the toy chest. “My Daddy says you’re the prettiest lady he’s seen in a long time! I heard him say it last night to his brother.” Then she bounds off like she said nothing at all.
“Darn kids,” you think to yourself.
That Friday evening, as you look over the assortment of easy dinners in your freezer, you drift off to the thought of lobster bisque and prime rib. You haven’t had such a nice meal since you were home for Thanksgiving. You sit down and look over takeout menus, but among them is the card from Frank’s flowers, which are still beautiful on your table. You think for a moment, on the teacher aspect as well as the Mafia rumor that Louis told you. You take a deep breath, and then you make a call. If he answers, wonderful. If he doesn’t, you’ll take it as a sign.
The phone rings once, twice, three times, and then there’s a click. “Leonetti speaking.” His voice sounds rather rough.
“Um, hi. Frank?” Your voice cracks.
“Yes? Who's calling? I don’t know this number.”
“Gigi’s teacher,” you reply. “You gave me your card the other night after dinner. Sorry I haven’t called to thank you for the flowers.”
“Oh,” his voice suddenly sounds brighter. “I’ve been hoping to hear from you,” he chuckles. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. It was my pleasure to send you those flowers.”
“It’s still only right I should say thank you.” You’re nervous. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Not at all.”
“I’ve been thinking… Maybe one date wouldn’t be so bad.” Your heart is thrumming wildly.
“I think so, too,” he chuckles. “How about tomorrow, then?”
You make plans to meet up at a cafe near your place. There you can talk before deciding whether you want to continue the date, or whether it might be a difficult relationship to tread.
You arrive at the cafe, thinking you’re early, but already you see Frank waiting outside on the veranda. You feel a tad nervous as you approach, but you can’t help but smile. “Did I make you wait long?” you ask.
Frank stands and gets his antler caught in the umbrella over the table next to yours. “No.” He yanks his head, ripping the umbrella and almost pulling it from the table. You try to help, but he simply takes the umbrella and sets it aside. “It happens more often than you think.” He pulls your chair out for you. “Sorry about that.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m used to it.” He sits down and picks up a mug. “I’m glad you wanted to talk first. Not just about Gigi and your job - but I feel I should inform you of my work as well. Some people may not agree with what I do.”
You look up from the menu in your hands, a bit shocked he already seems willing to discuss his work, maybe the possible Mafia connection. “I know you own the restaurant.”
“Yes, well...” he clears his throat. “There’s more to it than that.” He goes quiet when the waitress approaches and takes your order.
“You see,” he continues quietly. “I own several business here, lots of property. One of the ventures I own also happens to be… well, a strip club.”
“Ah.”
“I’ve been trying to find a buyer for it since before Gigi was born. But I guess that just sounds like an excuse. I can understand if you take issue with it.”
“It’s certainly odd,” you murmur. “But the way you built it up, I felt you had something worse to confess.”
You scoffs and shakes his head. “The guys who work there assure me everything's okay. But most of them are young guys trying to catch a break.”
You furrow your brow. “Guys?”
“Male strip club. Gay bar.”
You’re even more surprised. “Oh, I thought you meant a titty bar.”
“Strip club’s a strip club. I just happen to own one with male dancers.” He smiles. “I’m just uncertain about it, that’s all, and I don’t want Gigi finding out about it later and thinking objectification is part of my deal.”
Your coffee is placed on the table, and the conversation begins to shift. He tells you about his other work, places he’s proud to own. He talks about Gigi a lot too, about their summer vacations and how they’re planning for this upcoming break.
You tell him your concerns about the relationship, considering you’re Gigi’s teacher and you don’t want to hurt her by overstepping your bounds. You also talk about your family, how you were raised by a single parent and did a lot to help take care of your siblings, which helped you realize you wanted to become a teacher.
“I’m still paying off student loans, so getting this job at Croftwood has been a real blessing. I don’t have to pick and choose which bills to pay each month.” You laugh, but he gets a serious look on his face.
“My father worked hard, but I never knew any sort of… struggle like that,” He murmurs. “It makes me wonder if I’m spoiling Gigi too much. I want her to know that hard work is worth it, but I fear she may never realize that.”
“She’s one of my best students when it comes to clean-up time,” you try to reassure him. “And she’s always the first to volunteer to help me in class. Are you having her do her own chores at home?”
He nods. “She makes a mess, it’s her responsibility. I even have her scrub the bathtub when we clean the bathroom together.”
“Then you’re doing the right thing. I have a couple kids in my class who have said they’ve never cleaned their room before. Gigi is going to do great.” You reach out and touch his hand. “No need to worry about her.”
Frank smiles softly. “Thanks for reassuring me.” He takes your hand in his and lifts it, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I can see why she sings your praises.”
Your cheeks burn red. After a while, the two of you leave the cafe and take a walk in the park, and afterwards you show him to a taqueria food truck that reminds you of home. As you chat you find you both have the same favorite movie, and a fondness for swimming.
Frank looks down at his watch. “I hate to cut this date short, but Gigi will be getting home from her playdate now.”
“I had a lot of fun. Thank you for today.” You hate to end it here, but you understand where he needs to be.
Frank dips down, placing his hand on the small of your back as he gives you a kiss. “I’ll call you later,” he says. “Maybe Sunday we can do something again.”
You steal another kiss before he pulls away. “I’d like that.”
Every Saturday you have a date with Frank. Sometimes it’s just a meeting for coffee, and on other days it’s a long lunch and maybe a walk. He tries to spend his evenings and mornings with Gigi as much as possible, but she sometimes has playdates, or goes to spend time with her grandparents. One day, Gigi leaves Friday night for a sleepover, so you invite Frank over to make him dinner. Maybe even spend the night. You’ve been seeing each other for a long time now, and while you both want to go slow, tonight feels right.
“Sorry my doorway is so small,” you say as he stoops to get in.
“I’m used to it. My house is the only place equipped to handle me.” Once he’s inside he kisses you, picking you up so your feet dangle in the air. “It smells wonderful in here.”
You giggle with excitement. “It’s almost ready, just a little bit more.”
“I meant you.”
Your whole body flashes red-hot. “Oh, well...” You smile awkwardly. “I have beer and wine, but it’s probably not what you’re used to.”
“Beer is fine. I use wine to impress,” he chuckles. “Sometimes, nothing beats a cheap, frosty beer.”
You hand him a bottle and he uses his antler to pop the cap. “Old college trick.”
You set dinner on the table once it’s done, eager to see what he thinks of your cooking. You consider yourself really good, because for a while your siblings refused to eat anything but the meals you made for them.
“I pride myself on having the best chefs, but nothing has touched my soul quite like this.” Franks says, pointing to your plate.
Your heart thrums. “I’m so glad you like it!”
After eating, you cuddle up on the couch together. You barely pay attention to the television, and your mind keeps drifting. You keep thinking about seeing where a kiss could lead, but you end up chickening out a dozen times within a few minutes.
“I can show you the bedroom, if you like.” Your voice quivers with nerves, but you put the suggestion out there.
Frank looks you over, his expression reserved, eyes sharp. “Will it fit me?”
“If we keep close,” you chuckle.
Frank’s hand moves up and down your back. “You can ask me for sex, you know? We’re both adults here.”
You nod. “It’s nerves,” you murmur. “But...since you have the night, I thought you could sleep over, and the two of us could...”
Frank’s hand slips up and cups the back of your head. He chuckles and kisses you. “I would very much love to sleep over. Should we play spin-the-bottle?”
You kiss him more, slowly standing and leading him to the bedroom. His big hands roam your body, removing all your clothes save for your underwear. You don’t realize just how big he is until you’re straddling his legs. Your whole body burns as his touch becomes more precise, more deadly. You unlatch your bra, and his eyes widen. His hands move over your breast, cupping them gently. He grunts, rising up to kiss you. You can feel him through his pants, and you’re more than surprised.
“It’s been a while,” he confesses. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“Lie back,” you whisper. “Relax.” You scoot down as he does, undoing his belt and opening his pants. The tent in his underwear is extremely pronounced, and as you tug it down his cock springs out. It’s quite long, mottled gray and pale pink all over. You’ve never had anything this big inside you, so for a moment you wonder how to handle it.
You kiss the base, dragging your tongue up the shaft to kiss the glans. Frank moans, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. You lick more, darting your tongue all over the tip until you bring him to your mouth. He lets out a rumbling groan. You see the muscle in his thighs tense and relax.
“Impressive,” you chuckle. “How do you walk around with this?”
He laughs breathlessly. “It’s a grower.”
You lick down the shaft again, stroking the top with your palm. His hand reaches down, tugging you closer to him so you lie side by side, kissing and touching. You stroke his cock while his fingers slip into your panties. He rubs your vulva in soft circles before pressing inside, finding his fingertip growing damp. He moans against your lips, and you press closer to his chest. You climb on top of him again, his hands never leaving your body. He helps you ease down, taking him inside inch by inch. His eyes are glassy and wide, and your mouth hangs open. He fits snugly, but he feels good all the same.
“Take it slow,” he breathes. His hands rubs your hips and up your sides. “Let me watch you.”
You grunt and lick saliva from your lip. You move your hips in a circle, taking your time to get used to him inside you. His heat and pulse flood through you like fervent drumming that courses through every vein in your body.
Planting your hands firmly on his belly, you rise up and sink back down. His fingers knead into your ass, and his low growls vibrate all through him. You take it slowly at first, learning what your body can do with such a man. You grow to need more, and you move faster and harder. His moans join yours, both of you panting and gasping. His huge hands leave no inch of skin untouched, and he marvels at every bit of you.
You lean forward, thrusting back against him. His hands wrap around your hips, guiding you. You can feel the drumming in your veins, beating louder and louder, throbbing faster. It crescendos, rattling your bones, igniting your brain. You thrust back hard against him and sink your fingers into his sides. He snarls, bucking, adding to the wild movement of your own body. At last the drumming becomes dull and slow, like distant tapping. You sink into Frank’s chest, feeling the heat in your loins radiate all through you. Frank pants and moans, letting his head fall back as he breathes. His hands massage your back lazily.
“How are you?” he whispers through the fog.
“I’m thinking.” You’re pulled into his side as he kisses you. You touch his face, enjoying the softness and warmth. “I think I’m great.”
“I’m glad.” He kisses your temple as his hand rests on your hip. “This was perfect.”
You stretch and moan in pleasure, letting your body turn to putty.
All too soon, Frank’s phone rings. “I’m sorry,” he grunts as he gets up to find it. “It could be Gigi.”
“It’s fine, no worries.” You lie back smiling smugly to yourself.
“Hello, yes? Gigi, what’s wrong?”
You sit up and watch him carefully.
“No, it’s alright, sweetheart. I don’t mind. I’ll be there soon. Love you.” He hangs up, then looks apologetically at you. “I need to go. She’s not feeling well.” He gathers his clothes to get dressed. “I hate to end this, I really do, but...” He stops and looks at you. “Come with me.”
“Really?”
“Gigi would love to see you, and after tonight I don’t plan on letting this end.” He smiles at you. “Stay with us tonight. We’ll have breakfast in the morning, we’ll take Gigi to the park. What do you say?”
You smile brightly. “Okay, I’d like that.”
You pick up Gigi, and find she has a stomach ache, so you get some children’s Tums before heading home. She’s so happy to see you, and cuddles with you until she falls asleep. Afterwards, you and Frank share some wine and go to bed.
You wake up to see Frank sitting awake in bed, looking at his phone. “Sorry, it’s just work.” He sets the phone aside.
You smile. “I heard a rumor about you.” You reach up as he comes down to kiss you.
“I’ve heard lots of rumors about me,” he chuckles. “Which one did you hear?”
“It’s silly, but… someone said you were in the Mafia.”
Frank turns his head as the bedroom door opens. “Someone else is awake.”
Gigi crawls into bed and snuggles up between the two of you. “I thought I was dreaming.” She looks up starry-eyed at you. “But you really are with Daddy!”
You chuckle. “Yes, if that’s alright with you.”
“You’re perfect for Daddy! Of course!” She hugs you tight.
The day goes better than you had hoped. Breakfast and the trip to the park are wonderful. But after lunch Frank gets a call. “Gigi, I have to go for a bit,” he says.
“Again?” she pouts.
Frank kisses you. “Do you mind watching her for a bit? I have to take care of something.”
You furrow your brow. “Is it the rumor?” You ask.
He taps his finger to his lips. “Just a rumor,” he whispers.
