After School Special (Open)

[EroticLiteracy]

I was running late

That wasn’t anything new of course. I wish I could say it was but I wouldn’t have fooled anyone. Absentminded they called me, forgetful, hell my wife would have just said I was an idiot plain and simple. Back in the day I laughed it off even would have gone so far as to flirt and remind her she had married a so called “idiot”…..

We were far past that

It was her fault I was late. At some point in the night she made the choice to leave our bed and go see her “boy toy”. Her car was in the shop which meant mine was elected to ferry the lovebird over to the fucktards apartment. My having to work the next day was nothing more than an afterthought a minor speed bump in her plan.

Imagine my surprise when I woke the next morning greeting the day with my usual explosive “fuck” before uttering another one when I found out what transpired. I liked to get as much sleep as possible before greeting the day so my morning became a mad dash to get ready and get myself to the bus in time. I barely had the time to give her a proper cursing! So far my only message to my darling was a simple F U text message that didn’t do my anger justice.

“Keep the change Bob” I murmured pushing a few bucks towards the bus driver as I grabbed my beat up old guitar case. Me and Bob were old friends the kind of friends you could only be after seeing one of you at your worst. The man had seen me in all sorts of different flavors, drunk, angry, and hungover.

He even served as my priest sometimes……

I hopped down the faded yellow steps of the buss and out onto the crisp fall air. A few leaves floated by falling from the great big oak tree that marked the entrance to the high school I had worked at for almost 15 years. My tweed petticoat flapped in the window licking my long legs as I moved my guitar case from one hand to the other. I ran a hand through my salt and pepper hair wincing as I realized that in my haste I didn’t shave the rough five o clock shadow from my face. I picked at my simple white button-down shirt frowning as I noticed the way it hung on my body evidence that I hadn’t been taking proper care of myself again.

“Need to eat better” I murmured to myself though I somehow knew that wouldn’t stick.

Some students passed me by murmuring a good morning Mr. Oakman before continuing to chat amongst themselves. I didn’t bother to answer back instead reaching out and clasping my wire rimmed glasses with my long fingers. I sat my case down reaching into my coat and ignoring my pack of cigarettes as I pulled out a simple cloth and began to clean my glasses. I hadn’t had a chance to take a breath and enjoy the scent of fall so I did it not breathing in deeply and closing my eyes….

“Jimmy!”

“Shit” I murmured reluctantly opening my eyes and watching as our fat fuck of a principal run up. Mr. Olson always reminded me of a frog stuck halfway between animal and human. The way he jumped when he moved to his fat plump body and distinct lack of hair on his head. When he burped (which he did often) he damn near croaked!

“Riding the bus again huh?” Olson asked a knowing gleam in his eyes I didn’t care for as he huffed and puffed and moved to stand next to me “How are things at home?”

“Oh same old same old” I responded the same response I gave him EVERY time he asked.

I wasn’t one for sharing my business especially when said business made me look like a sad washed up man.

“I see” Olson said not believing me but not calling me out on it. I guess he thought he was doing me a favor…..

“Mrs. Kramer bothering me again” He murmured rolling his eyes as he stood next to me “Bemoaning about her back again how she can’t move up all those steps in this weather”

“So, move her” I replied watching the students and not really paying attention.

“And have the bitch closer to me? I don’t think so” He remarked his eyes zeroing in on a pair of girls walking by in short skirts and tapping away on their phones.

“Fucking A…. They sure don’t make young eighteen years old like they did in our days huh Jimmy?”

I wanted to remind him I was at least fifteen years older than him and therefore didn’t know HOW they made them back in his day. At the same time, however I knew what he meant. In the day of texting and YouTube and all the other electronic noise there was a new breed of young women. The breed of “if you got it flaunt it”, the breed of women who flaunted and celebrated their sexuality instead of repressing it, and the day where a man didn’t need to search very far to find an eyeful to look at.

The romantic and English teacher in me couldn’t help but imagine how the men of old would handle it. If men were willing to kill and go to war for women in demure dresses what would they do for the women of today? Would they have even been able to handle it?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I finally said reaching down and picking up my case.

“Yeah yeah sure you don’t” Olson chuckled shaking his head as the warning bell began to toll “Says the man with the all eighteen-eighty percent female class”

“Best be getting to said class Jimmy” Olson remarked clapping my shoulder before he began to follow after the throng of kids “Come see me on your lunch break I got something I want to talk to you about”

“Sure” I said mentally groaning my plans to go track down my wife and get my truck back going out the window.

I made my way to my class room moving through and weaving my way in and out of the crowd of the young men and woman that made up Johnson High School. Most of them greeted me by name favoring me with a kind smile and a good morning. I was something of a favorite in the school not that there was much competition to begin with. Still it was one of the few things that made me smile nowadays besides my music.

The frog’s comments dogged me as I made me way down the white halls and faded gray corridors. With my wife having left me for…. Younger flavor the temptation to do the same was always in the back of my head.

It didn’t help my class was all seniors… filled with eighteen-year-old fresh faced young women just like the frog had made sure to mention.

Women who were just waiting for a man like me to show them around….

That was pig headed and egotistical but a thought I couldn’t quite shake. Was there a girl like that in the school? A girl on the cusp of adult hood just waiting for a sexual awakening?

I shook my head dispelling the thoughts as I made my way up to my class room on the second floor. Those were the perverted fantasies of men like principal frog.

And they were simply the dreams of dirty old men.

I reached my class room coming in just behind the final two students that made up my class of fifty. I closed the door behind me nodding at several of my students as I made my way to my good old wooden desk. I patted it fondly setting my guitar case down and pulling my tweed jacket off. I pulled at my tie loosening it and rolling my shoulders as I took a step forward.

My wife liked to say this was my work up to the main event. By her own words the only time I truly became the man of her dreams was when I was in a class room. If she was drunk enough she would even rant saying it was undeniable proof I only cared about my students. I was too good at my job she would say pouting and slurring her words.

Funny enough I never tried to make her feel better about that.

I picked the ball off of my desk tossing it in my hands as the class quitted down and paid attention. I took a few minutes to stare them down back promising each of them with my eyes before I made my decision. When the throw came it came fast whipping out my hand and sailing to the back of the room.

Barker caught it just barely with the tip of his fingers. He held it up triumphantly the football player celebrating as if he had just scored a touchdown. I liked that, I liked that everyone in my class wanted to be there.

“Alright Mr. Barker” I said smiling as I went over to the old record player on my desk and carefully set it up “What are we listening to today?”

“Let me get my man Sinatra” Came his reply followed by some whoops.

“Sinatra it is” I chuckled pulling out the vintage record and sliding it in. I dropped the needle and turned humming and waving my hands to the beat as the smooth decadent jazz and swing music rushed into the class room. My long graceful fingers began to pluck at the air playing on my imaginary guitar as I moved around the class room.

“Life Love Death and Music” I called out smiling at the class as they pushed their text books back into their bags.

“Don’t forget sex!” Someone called from the back accompanied by some more whooping

“Yeah well they don’t let me teach that” I replied back chuckling with the others. My eyes swept across the young females around the class room once more and one thought strayed into the back of my mind as I began to teach the days lesson.
If only they did….

 

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Hannah Laurier sat in her assigned seat smack dab in the middle of Mr. Oakman‘s first period English. Normally it was one of her favorite classes. She loved English and literature, it was inspiring. Add Mr. Oakman‘s cool relaxed teaching method into the mix and it was just heaven for the eighteen year old Senior. But not on this beautiful fall day. Nope, today it was hell.

Andrew Barker, her boyfriend of almost three months had dumped her. She should have known, jocks and brains just didn’t go so well together but, it still hurt all the same. Especially since the big oaf was laughing it up in class not caring at all how much it hurt to be told that; she, unlike Pam Sutter, was a cold fish in bed. Well he was no Romeo or Casanova, though he might think himself that, she thought as the tunes of the Rat Pack era thrummed through the classroom. She didn’t get it, most of last year he spent trying to ware her down into going out with him and when she finally did and they eventually hook up he just chucks her out like yesterday’s paper? She was attractive, or so she’d been told, and there must be some truth to it right? Otherwise why would he have wanted to sleep with her.

Sure her clothing of choice wasn’t like what the more popular girls wore, her jeans tended to be comfy, well worn, possibly not as tight as was the trend. She favored old chuck tailors to heels and she liked her shirts opaque and roomy. Even still anyone with eyes could see she wasn’t hiding a horrible figure beneath them. Her hair, was the one thing she used to truly hate about herself. Auburn, copper, warm brown, call it what you like it was red. And red heads were always teased growing up, though she’d taken solace in the plight of other heroins as herself and come to accept it. Andy even told her it was hot. So why the one feeling like crap?

With a sigh she rested her, faintly freckled, cheek on the knuckles of her propped up arm and absently flipped through her text book. Whatever Mr. Oakman and the class were discussing today sounded very far off to her and didn’t warrant her attention at the moment. She just wanted to get through this period and on to the next where she wouldn’t have to see or hear Andrew‘s stupid face.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

I was on a roll

Maybe it was because I was able to transfer my anger at my bitch of a wife to my teaching skills, or maybe it was because I was just in my natural element but the next forty five minutes led to some of my best teaching yet. I regaled the class room with tales from romance and passion. I drew in the girls in my class talking to them about smoldering men with passion for women. The boys were just as easy they loved a good murder or male on male action. Whoever said literature for girls was not reading the right books!

I moved around the class room as I talked occasionally letting someone take the floor. I walked them through the lines having the men exclaim and try talking to the girls in the class with old style English. I laughed with them teasing them in a good natured way and making sure it was fun.

Fun for MOST everyone at least

I made it a point to check on everyone in my class. Even if it was nothing more than a brief glance or a "hey how are you doing". The minute I laid eyes on Hannah I noticed something off. She was usually one of my most apt students yet today she had a far off look on her face that spoke of troubled waters. I made my rounds once and then after noticing her still looking forlorn and distant that I would need to talk to her.

"Alright you lot thats the bell" I said as the bell ringed and everyone began to shuffle and move out of the class "Hannah can you please stay for a second?" I asked her as the kids began to shuffle and walk of the classroom.

 

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She was never so happy to hear the bell announcing second period in her life. Quickly stashing her book and the binder she’d never bothered to open, Hannah tried to slip out with the crowd, unnoticed by Andrew or his friends. Unfortunately fate had other ideas. Mr. Oakman called her name and she cringed.

“Hey Han” smug smile on Andrew’s face as he put an arm around the busty blond cheerleader that was his new girl, made her want to punch him. He just had to rub it in.

Slinging one of her her backpack’s straps over a shoulder she, tried to ignore how hurtful it all was as she, stemmed the tide of students flushing out into the hall to get to Oakman’s desk. Big brown eyes looked up at the instructor. “Mr. Oakman, if this is about the report I honestly thought we would have till next Wednesday to turn it in. I must have marked the wrong date on my calendar but I can have it to by lunch, I’d just need to print it out”

 

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“Hannah” I said raising my hand to stop her mid freak out.

“Have I ever been a teacher that has really deadlined a project?” I asked raising an eyebrow at her and unable to help myself from smiling.

“Turn it in tomorrow and your fine” I told her with a dismissive shake of my hand “I noticed you looking sad in class today and was just trying to check on you! I noticed the boyfriend drama as he was leaving and what to know how I can help”

I stepped away going over to me door and closing it. I didn’t have another class anytime zone and though I had no intention of Keeping Hannah long I didn’t want anyone to walk in and embarrass her. I came back over to her sitting on my desk as I watched her.

“I wouldn’t let him get you down” I told her my tone warm but firm “I don’t think I have to tell you that Andrew is sort of a idiot… Even more so to let you go. You’re a beautiful girl Hannah just because some guy wants something a bit more…. Loose doesn’t mean you’re in the wrong”

 

[Poppinbubbles]

“Oh.” she looks a bit taken aback. This wasn’t about the class assignment, he’d noticed! Oh God why? If Mr. Oakman noticed then the whole school would be talking. She felt like crawling under a rock. He asks if he can help and she’s not entirely sure how to answer that. He was her teacher, and a guy at that. Though she did love his class, he was very intelligent and always made her smile. A guys- no a man’s- perspective might not hurt?

She watches him go to the door and close it. It was kind of him, talking about this would be bad enough but she didn’t want someone just walking in on the talk. She cant help fidgit a little waiting for him to come back to his desk. “I don’t know.” She shrugs, the bag slipping from her shoulder, and she lets it hit the floor with a dull thud. “They say time heals all wounds- then again the same “Theys” have said these are the best years of my life. So you tell me.”

He compliments her and the corner of her lip lifts just a tad, but he was just saying that “You have to tell me that, you’re my teacher.” and then… Loose? What did he mean by a guy wants something a bit more loose? Did he know? How? Could he just tel from looking at her that she was horrible at sex? How mortifying!

“Um...” she trails off trying to find just the right words “Mr. Oakman, what exactly do you mean by loose? Cause I’m not uptight, really I’m not. I know this wasn’t a love out of a Jane Austin novel. We weren’t going to get married or anything. It just hurts that he’s so cavalier about it all.”

 

[EroticLiteracy]

I frowned realizing my attempt to “console” the girl might have been read as a slight against her. I fidgeted on the desk clearing my throat softly and rubbing the back of my neck.

“What I meant was that Pam has a reputation and that just because some boys might like that reputation it’s no slight against you” I said blushing a bit before shaking my head.

“I just mean that you’re a beautiful smart girl who is on the cusp of becoming a woman” I told her reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder “Guys like Andrew are nothing compared to that and the fun journey you’re going on as you get out of high school it might seem like the end of the world but trust me high school is a blip in most adults memories”

I moved my hand off of her shoulder smiling at her once more. I felt a rush of affection for the girl who was not only one of my best students but also in the same situation like me. A part of me wanted to tell her that the high school drama would end at high school.
Unfortunately, my wife proved it didn’t

“Andrew doesn’t know what he is missing” I told her my tone warm

 

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“Oh!” she visibly relaxes when he explains himself. She was so glad she didn’t carry some sort of mark visible only to the male gender or something. His next words were so typical for adults. They made her cringe a little but he meant well and, his large, hand on her shoulder was so very warm and reassuring. He even called her beautiful and it brought a faint blush to her cheeks. Obviously he didn’t mean anything by it but it still felt good to be called beautiful by an attractive man.

“So you don’t think back on your high school days ever?” she was feeling a little curious all of a sudden. “Let me guess college was the highlight for you and then... you got stuck with us” she teases. He’d already made her feel so much better. He was right, Andrew was a wrong fit. She knew that, him and Pam deserved one another. “Well… I kind of think he knows what he’s missing” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She really didn’t want to discuss her sex life with Mr. Oakman! How embarrassing would that be?!

“You know, total nerd” she thumbs her chest, trying to play off her little slip up, hopefully he wouldn’t realize what she’d been implying earlier.

 

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I laughed at her question a small smile forming on my face. Memories of my High School flashed before my eyes. I supposed I could tell her some of my own high school horror stories but times were simpler then. We had our own share of drama for sure but it was so minor compared to what kids dealt with in this day and age.

“Oh every now and then” I replied chuckling softly “But trust me not as often as you would think’

“And I would never say I got stuck with you guys” I told her honestly “I choose high school and always would choose high school college kids are too high strung for me and all those testing? Pass”

I opened my mouth ready to say more but instead stopping in mid shock. Did she really just say that? No it couldn’t be! She was so proper! Before I could stop myself, my mind flashed the idea of dear young Hannah in a compromising position firmly rooting itself in the forefront of my mind. I gulped unable to stop myself from shivering at the thought. Again, Frogg’s words flashed in my mind as if trying to tell me that she was one of the naughty girls I sometimes imagined.

“I uh” I said blushing softly “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that even if its-“

I stopped myself shaking my head

“Never mind” I said moving back over to my desk “You should be getting to your next class….
Here let me write you a late pass”

 

[Poppinbubbles]

She would have liked to know what Mr. Oakman had been like in High School but he revealed nothing and it seemed inappropriate to ask right now. There’s a little flash in his blue eyes when he chuckles, thinking back on old times, its really sweet and endearing, and seems to fill his face with a boyish charm despite his age.

“Its good to know you didn’t settle” she smiles, glad to know he doesn’t feel some sort of resentment for his lot in life. He could have been a great College professor, but he chose to be a High School teacher. “Though it just means I’ll have to find a new favorite teacher next year” she chuckles with a small shrug. He really was her favorite teacher, he always looked out for his students and despite the gap in their ages he hadn’t forgotten what it was like to be a teen.

Then the next thing she knew he was awkwardly stammering and, it was her fault. Her cheeks turned a scarlet hue. Damn why did he have to understand what she’d meant! “Yes please” she squeaked meekly wishing the ground would swallow her. What he must think of her. Its not that she felt there was anything wrong in what she’d done. It was just… well you didn’t talk to your English Lit teacher about your sex life. Maybe in some parts of the world but not the one they lived in.

“Uh- “ She fidgets as he writes the pass for her, she didn’t mind missing the first five minutes of Physics, in fact if it were up to her she could be doing anything else, but being embarrassed with her teacher seemed even less appealing than studying the Doppler effect. “thanks Mr. Oakman” Taking the pass he writes her she hoists up her backpack and heads for the door “Have a good rest of your day”

 

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“You to” I called out to her as she opened the door and moved to leave. My eyes flickered down running down the curve of her back and settling on her ass. My tongue flicked out running against my lower lip as my cock throbbed in my pants.
“Damn it frog” I murmured cursing the principal. Why did he have to share his lewd thoughts with me?

I reached down running a hand over the bulge in my pants. My cock throbbed in response eagerly pressing against the simple black slacks I was wearing. I debated spending the rest of my break locked in my office furiously masturbating and bringing some much-needed relief. The idea of doing something so taboo in my office only made my cock harder!

“What is wrong with me” I said shaking my head in disgust. I ignored my throbbing cock instead deciding to tackle the mound of homework on my desk until my remaining class. I finished just as my next class came in and I spent the rest of my morning teaching and doing my best to ignore my own perverted mind.
Eventually the lunch bell rang and I went to Principal Frogs office. His secretary Ms. Pulinski directed me to sit and I waited for several minutes for the principal to finish with his meeting. The door finally opened ten minutes later spilling out a pretty brunette girl who quickly rushed by without so much of a second glance. I watched her as she left noting the way her skirt was bunched up and trying my best not to make the connection.

“Come on in!” Frog called a little too loudly to be normal.

I quickly moved stepping and shutting the door behind me. My eyes took in his office trying to find something that would give me insight into what had been going on mere moments ago. Nothing looked out of place that I could see yet….

My nostrils flared up taking in the heady scent of what smelled like female arousal.
It couldn’t be….

Could it?

“What did you do?” I hissed narrowing my eyes as I marched over to the desk

“That girl-“

“Was eighteen” Frog countered a pleased look on his face “Of age not that we’ve had sex yet”

“But I can smell-“

“I spanked her” Frog said his tone giddy and pleased “And she got off on it!”

I blinked stunned and taken aback by Frog’s words. He spanked her?

And she got off on it?

“That’s Annabelle Rowes” Frog explained the pleased smirk not leaving his face “trouble maker she was brought into my office today for causing a disruption in class. So I am doing the usual yelling and all that good stuff and she fights back spouting the usual teen revolution nonsense. So finally I snap. I force that girl to bend over the desk and I spank her with this”

He reached for the ruler on his desk grabbing it as if it was some grand weapon of might. He practically thrust it into my face as if it was some prize worth sharing.
“She gets all quite as I spank her” He said his voice quivering with pleasure as I backed away “It was just like in one of those naughty stories online! She began to drip on my desk and moan! It was all I could do not to pull my cock out and fuck her! I stopped and she practically ran out as meek as a kitten!”

“Aren’t you afraid she is going to tell someone?” I countered my mind refusing to believe his story.

“So what if she does!” Frog countered even as a hint of fear flashed in his eyes “You know the last time I had anything remotely sexual happen to be? Three years ago! You know how often were forced to see the girls prance around here in their “demure” skirts and school girl uniforms? EVERY DAMN DAY! I’m tired of looking and not touching!”

“You’re an idiot” I hissed backing up “She could say you raped her! She probably has bruises on her ass!”

I turned reaching for the door and practically ripping it open. I heard him shout something but I ignored it slamming the door behind me and startling the poor elderly secretary. I kept my eyes down as I moved through the hall practically running back down to my class room.

Once I was back in my room I shut the door behind me. I paced the room for several seconds clenching and unclenching my hand as I tried to calm down. The image, of the girl and the ruler refused to budge. It was like it was burned into my eyes an endless loop of eroticism that threatened to push me over the edge.
“He was lying” I tried to tell myself even though I didn’t believe it for a second. Because I knew Frog, knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this. Because I saw the pleasure in his eyes. The pleasure that said “I got away with it”.

But… girls weren’t like that! At least none I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. This wasn’t some fantasy world! Where girls were secretly naughty little vixens who were just waiting for a strong older man to take them and show a little discipline! This wasn’t a world where I could cheat on my wife find a young girl and “trade up”.

“Stop it” I murmured pinching the bridge of my nose. I was a teacher! A respected one! I was loved by all my classes! I had even earned a few teachers of the year awards in my time.

I couldn’t do this.

My phone beeped vibrating in my pocket. I quickly dug it out my hands shaking ever so slightly as I hit the home button. My notifications popped up revealing a text from my wife that I furiously opened.

Going to take the car and go camping with Brice for the weekend.
Don’t wait up

I starred at it a deadly calm filing me. I realized with some degree of fear that I reached a level of anger that LITERALLY brought on an eerie sense of calm. It was almost surreal like something out of a cartoon and not real life. The urge to kick and scream or hunt them down left me and my mind went blank.

I was moving before I could stop myself.
…………………………………………………………..

I didn’t know where I was going but knew wherever it was it was bad. The bell rang as I walked the halls and kids began to spill out of every door as they rushed to get to their cars and buses. I rushed with them hurrying up my pace as I moved to the student parking lots. I got their first opening the doors for the rest of the students and spilling out onto the steps with them.

I found her car easily enough. I remembered it from when Hannah first got the thing about a year ago. She had saved up for it herself and was quick to show it to anyone student and teacher alike with pride. It was a small little red thing cute and innocent in its own way.

I had no business being next to it.

Yet here I was standing in front of it.

Waiting for her.

 

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Hannah couldn’t remember any day that had been as long as this one. Everyone had been making a huge deal about Pam and Andrew, she couldn’t focus on her class work and Olivia, her best friend, had put the strangest thought into her head.

They had been outdoors having lunch at one of the picnic tables when Mr Oakman walked by...

“Isn’t he dreamy” Olivia sighed watching the Literature teacher disappear down the stone path.

“Huh?” Hannah looked up from her ham and cheese, trying to see who Olivia could mean. “Neil Fullmann?”

“Eww no!” The blond giggled “Mr. Oakman”

“Mr! - Mr. Oakman?” The shock was evident in her eyes and the way her voice dropped when she parroted her friends statement

“Oh come on Han. Don’t play all innocent, you know you’ve thought about him.”

“But he’s our teacher and married!”

“Yeah, so? I didn’t say I’m going to sleep with him, but I can look. ” she sighed again wistfully “His wife is so lucky! You just know he knows what he’s doing ya know. I mean the way he reads those sonnets… ” the athletic teen shivered a little “Lucky bitch”

“I think you’re reading too much into things Ollie” Hannah couldn’t help scoffing at her friends reaction. But it didn’t stop her from looking back up to see his face above her’s, smiling. His words echoed in her mind “you’re a beautiful and smart girl” his hand reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear even as he leaned in closer, causing her heart to race and cheeks to flush...

“Earth to Hannah!” Olivia’s hands waved in front of the gingers face.

“Em- yeah- sorry...” shaking her head free of that train of thought she saw his tweed coat slip inside the main building. “I’m a little distracted...”

“Oh please not Andrew.” Olivia rolled her eyes “I’m telling you, high school guys are the worst! You need a real man. If you’re a cold fish its his fault. Trust me.”


After that, the rest of the day had been a blur consisting of a kaleidoscope of looks from her classmates, ranging from sympathetic to mocking, along with boring lectures she didn’t care about right now and, every now and again a pair of earnest blue eyes looking into hers. So by the time she was pulling her keys out of her book bag she thought she was having another hallucination. It wasn’t until she stumbled on a rock, hurting her toe, that she realized he really was the real Mr. Oakman

“Uh- hi Mr. Oakman” her face flushed in embarrassment she picked herself up and brushed off her jeans “um, is everything alright?” What could he want out here in student parking? Was it about the assignment? Hadn’t he told her tomorrow would still be acceptable? Or was it regarding the letter of recommendation she’d asked for?

 

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What the fuck was I doing here?

I paced in front of her car trying in vain to figure out what the hell I was doing. What was I trying to accomplish? Why was I seeking her out as a target?
I didn’t want to think too hard on it. Fog’s words and his “encounter” with the female student was still fresh in my mind. The look on her face the look of a girl who was put in her place and somewhat satisfied refused to leave my head. Frog had done that to her, Frog had stepped over the line and gotten rewarded for it.

Why couldn’t I?

I shook myself of those thoughts. This was stupid, a stupid no good idea that would get me fired or put in jail. I turned intent on leaving the car and making my way back to my classroom. I took a few steps forward my head down and trying to adjust my bulge as I kept walking. I was so intent on trying to hide my bulge that I didn’t notice her until it was too late.

She ran right into me forcing me to take a step back. I stumbled a bit throwing my hands out and using a nearby car to arrest my fall. My hands flew down to my pants hiding my bulge as my eyes came face to face with my “target”.
Hannah

“Everything is fine” He said a sudden rush of… something filling his body. He stepped forward placing his hand on her shoulder.

“I just wanted to tell you something” He said to her his tone soft but firm “Andrew is a fucking idiot to let such a sexy girl go. If he knew what he was doing instead of dropping you he would have fucked you like you deserved to be fucked”

 

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Of all the times to be clumsy! “Are you sure?” biting her lower lip with concern for the older man she watched him right himself. His assurance made her feel a little bit better but then-

His hand on her shoulder felt warm, the warmth spreading through her limbs was oddly comforting until he spoke. Her big brown eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The subtle warmth suddenly felt very hot and she was very aware of the nearness of his body to hers. Surely she’d misunderstood. He hadn’t- no. This was her teacher. She was hallucinating again. It was her stupid brain drifting off into romance novel world.

Her mouth opened and closed, attempting to form syllables that could pass for words but there was no sound. Not that she even knew how to respond to that! He was her teacher. And he was married! He wasn’t supposed to have thoughts like that about his students. Even if his students had thoughts about him… Okay so it only seemed fair but vocalizing them?

“Han! Wait up!”

The familiar pitch of her best friend shook her out of the fog her brain had been in and she turned to see the vivacious blond bounding up to them.

“Oh, hi Mr. Oakman,” Olivia looked a little perplexed to see the teacher out in student parking but thought nothing of it. “may I say you’re looking rather handsome in that tweed” she grinned up at him then turning back to Hannah. “So, can I get a ride?”

“Uh- y-yeah that’s cool” She was so glad to have found her voice again even if it did seem to be coming from someone else. “T-thank you again Mr. Oakman” her lip caught between her teeth as she looked up at him a little shyly.

There was almost a twinge of a smile on her lips as the fact that her very handsome teacher had told her she was sexy and in a round about manner let her know he knew how to fuck her. Maybe its not what he meant. He was married after all but as shocking as it was to hear at first it did make her feel good.

 

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I all but jumped when I heard Olivia coming up.

I immediately froze my mind racing as I tried to figure out if she was close enough to have heard me. Surely not? She didn’t seem shocked or anything by it. Of course she could be hiding it… could be waiting until I left to ask Hannah if she was okay or needed to talk to someone…..

The idea of Hannah needing to talk to someone sent a fresh bolt of panic through me. I turned my head eyeing her up and down and trying to gauge her reaction to my words. She certainly seemed shocked at first! Almost as if she hadn’t heard me! What did that mean though? Was she creeped out?

Or turned on?

“Thank you Olivia” I said in reaction to her comment which only served to confuse me more. Was she hitting one me? Fuck had I been out of the game for that long? Long enough that I wasn’t sure when I was being hit on? Or was my perverted mind trying to look more into Olivias words?

“You girls have a good night” I finally said moving away and noting the smile on Hannah face.

Was that smile for me?

“Hannah think on what I said” I said my tone bold “If you have any…. Questions let me know”

And with that I turned heading back to my classroom.
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NEXT MONDAY

“I don’t give a fuck Elise!”

I saw a few passing students turn to look at me and turned. I cradled the phone against my ear using my shoulder to hold it in place as I carried my guitar case towards the school.

“You may not give a fuck but me and Robert do” Elise sniffed her whiny bitchy
voice like nails on chalk board “The guy practically ran us off the road! And he has the audacity to say Robert was drunk behind the wheel”

“Listen to me very carefully Elise” I growled as I began to climb the steps of the school “I’ve been pretty okay with this Robert bullshit honestly we’ve grown miles apart and I don’t blame you for…. Robbing the cradle but you STOLE my truck and now you and your boy toy have wrecked it. I promise you this you both will pay me back or ill rain hell down on you”

I reached for the phone grabbing it and hitting the end button. I furiously stuffed the phone in my pants shaking my head as I reached my class room. Luckily I was the first one there so I had the pleasure of slamming the door and screaming my frustrations. By the time my class came in I was composed my jacket off and revealing my black button down and blue jeans.