Teacher Teacher

[Ghostposter]

Since my birthday was just around the corner, I decided to splurge a little and upgrade my wardrobe a bit. My name is Kevin Banks, and I'm a high school teacher. I'm six-one, one-ninety, with thinning brown hair, fine chiseled features, and a warm and friendly personality. I'm a good teacher, and popular with my students. Some of the girls I teach develop little crushes on me, but I've never done anything that crossed the line. Nor would I. Not that I haven't had my share of silly lustful fantasies about certain students.

Deep, wistful sigh.

Next Thursday will be my thirty-third birthday, and I had no one to share it with. My family lived on the other side of the country, and I was currently between relationships.


I was in the department store trying to pick out a pair of pants when I heard someone call out my name.

I turned to see a breathtaking woman walking toward me. At first, I couldn't place her, but then memory kicked in. She had been one of my students two or three years ago.

Now what was her name again....

 

[LaneIA]

The worst part about growing up was becoming a responsible adult. That meant paying my own bills. I was going to the local community college and had moved out of my parent’s home. I was so excited to finally be an adult. Then, the realization of rent, the light bill, and buying groceries sank in. So I got a job at the local mall working at one of the big department store. I had recently moved up from the children’s department to men’s wear. I had been rearranging ties when I noticed a customer thumbing through a rack of dress slacks.

I walked over towards the customer when he looked up. It was one of my high school teachers! I had loved his classes and had spent my entire 10th grade year writing “Mrs. Kevin Banks”, “Mrs. Kathy Banks” and “Kat Banks”. I would always blush terribly when he would call on me in class. By the time I hit 11th grade I had a boyfriend and foolish schoolgirl crushes were a thing of the past. However I still had a warm spot in my heart for one of my favorite teachers.

“Mr. Banks!” I greeted him with a wide smile. It faltered a little when I saw the struggle for recognition in his eyes. Of course he wouldn’t have remembered me, how many students does he teach every year. I was just another face in the third row.

Less exuberant now I prompted him. “I was in your sophomore course. Kat McIntire. I mean Kathy McIntire. I always went by Kat. My friends said it fit me since I was part feline.” Shut up Kat, you’re babbling! My inner voice was working overtime. I looked at him somewhat crestfallen. “I work here now. Can I help you find something?”

 

[Ghostposter]

Kevin

She said her name at the same instant I read it off her perfectly placed nametag and it all clicked. She was a shy girl. Very quiet. But she handed in the most intricately detailed papers that always made me feel guilty that I could only give her an 'A'.

"Kathy McIntyre," I said. "You sat in the third row..."

Other memories came back. I remembered long legs and short skirts, and a particularly dangerous afternoon spent plotting ways to move her into the front row so that I could just stare at them.

As improbably as it seemed, she was even more beautiful now.

“I work here now. Can I help you find something?” he asked.

I had already decided on the pair of pants I was going to purchase, but together we spent the next twenty minutes examining ever pair on the rack. All other customers were neglected as Kat became my private salesclerk. It was with great reluctance that I made my final selection. The long walk to the register felt like a condemned man walking toward the gallows.

Bag in hand, I still lingered. I realized I didn't want to leave. Finally, I bit the bullet.

"Say, Kat. Would you like to get together later? Maybe catch up on old times?"

 

[LaneIA]

"Say, Kat. Would you like to get together later? Maybe catch up on old times?"

I couldn’t believe it! Mr. Banks was asking me to met him to talk! I felt that 15-year-old girl gushing inside. She wanted to jump up and down and shout to the whole store. However the 20 year old was more poised than that. “I think that would be a great idea Mr. Banks. I get off work at 5 p.m. tonight. What did you have in mind?”

 

[Ghostposter]

Kevin

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the notepad I carried around to capture stray ideas for short stories that never seemed to get written. I scrawled down my address and handed it to her.

"Why don't I cook you dinner?" I asked. "Well, actually I'm just going to order Chinese. Trust me. It's safer. How does 7:00 sound?"

 

[LaneIA]

I couldn’t believe it! I Kat, was having dinner with Mr. Banks! As I watched him walk out of my department carrying several bags worth of new wardrobe my mind raced. Was this a date? Was it just an ex-teacher extending friendship to an ex-student? Was I miss reading anything? So I did what most women do, I called three of my closest friends to ask their opinion! All three confirmed my hopes, this was the first move.

A date! I needed something incredibly hot to wear. It had to look casual, yet sophisticated. Slutty, yet virginal. I took my lunch break and headed over to the young miss department. I couldn’t wear anything from our juniors department; my chest at 38c didn’t fit the mold of “junior”. I finally decided on the denim mini skirt with the white scoop neck and little red cherries on it. Mr. Banks always talked about symbolism in his literature classes; I hoped he would pick up on this. I was a virgin. I had made out with high school boyfriends, but even then I knew that I wanted more than a fumble fingered, quick on the draw boy. I wanted a man.

After my shift, I hurried home and showered. I dried my shoulder length hair and pulled it back from my face with several clippies. I changed my clothes and looked at the time. If I left now I would be at his apartment about 10 minutes early. I waited 5 more minutes and hopped into my Honda Accord.

Arriving at my destination I sat in my car for a minute rehearsing my greeting. Shit, do I try for casual or something more intimate? I decided that I should go for casual. I didn’t want to scare him off with being too overbearing.

I walked to the door of his condo and knocked. I know I looked young and innocent. But the cool night air tickled my pussy. I had left my panties and bra at home. Just in case.

 

[Ghostposter]

Kevin

I rushed home and gave my apartment a through and much needed cleaning. As I usually did when I was between relationships I had let about a foot of dust accumulate over every inch of my home. Wanting to make a good impression, I vacuumed and dusted and polished every surface until the place looked like an ER.

While straightening the bedroom I started to make the bed. Then I stopped myself and instead pulled off the bedding and put on clean linen.

I placed some candles strategically around the room and lit them, filling my living space with a soft, romantic glow.

You never know , I thought. Realistically I was certain that a romantic tryst was out of the question.

But you never know...

Time flew by. looking at the clock I realized I barely had time to jump in the shower. I scrubbed myself clean and dried myself off. looking over my wardrobe I decided it would be appropriate to wear my new pants. As I looked myself over in the full length mirror I wondered if Kat would notice. They were nice pants, but they were a little too snug. They clung to me, and left little to the imagination.

She'll notice , I smirked. Then I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly pulled on a clean shirt and hastily buttoned it as I went to answer the door. I opened it.

Kit stood there. For an instant I thought I had stepped back in time. My student fantasy looked as fresh and luminous as she did in high school. For what felt like an eternity we just stared at each other. Then the flow of oxygen seemed to return to my brain.

"Come on in," I said. "You look incredible..."

 

[LaneIA]

Come on in," I said. "You look incredible

I blushed lightly at the compliment. “Thanks Mr. Banks. Hey, those are the new pants you bought. They look great on you. I still think you should have went with the pink striped shirt.” I laughed lightly. “You know real men wear pink. It’s the new red.”

I stepped into his apartment. It looked slightly cluttered, but I remembered his desk and room at school always looked “casual”. I had a fantasy that had involved him sweeping the papers and books off of his desk as he bent me over it. Whoops where had that come from? I hadn’t thought of that in several years.

 

[Ghostposter]

Kevin

It struck me as funny that after so much time had passed that Kat still called me 'Mr. Banks'. I almost corrected her by insisting she call me by my first name, but then I stopped myself. Being Mr. Banks played well into my fantasy.

As she walked past me I slowed down to admire the view. Genetics had been kind to Miss Kathy McIntyre. Her form was lush and curvacious, and her ensemble had been well chosen to accentuate her bountiful assets. Her eyes roamed freely around the room, taking everything in. Something about my writing desk seemed to amuse her to an inappropriate level, but otherwise she seemed to be pleased with the atmosphere.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I didn't order dinner yet." I said. "Why don't we sit on the couch. I'll open a bottle of wine and we can catch up."

I extended my hand and she took it. Giving in to baser instinct, I raised it to my lips and placed a tender kiss on the inside of her wrist. Suddenly the heat in the room seemed to rise about fifty degrees. Gazing into Kat's flashing eyes, I realized how hungry I was.

But not for food...

 

[LaneIA]

The feel of his lips on my wrist was so soft and deliberate, that had it not been for his hungry gaze I would have sworn I had dreamed it. He led me to the couch and slowly released my hand. I sank into the overstuffed leather sofa.

Looking down at me, he inquired if I would prefer white wine or red. “Mr. Banks I’m only 20, you don’t want to be contributing to the delinquency of a minor do you?” I smiled up at him innocently, secretly enjoying is momentary discomfort. “I’m just teasing Mr. Banks. I prefer red wine. I’ve been drinking since my junior year of high school. Tammy Ryan was always having kegs when her parents would go out of town and I found I really enjoyed the taste of alcohol.”

We made small talk as he opened a bottle of wine and pour two glasses. He handed me one and then he settled himself down next to me on the couch. Mr. Banks raised his glass and….