Teachers Affair

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Erika Smith was a high school English teacher. She was one of four who taught juniors. Most of the juniors were pretty well behaved. There were a handful of boys she taught that made her want to rip her hair out but she brushed them off. She figured they were just horny teenagers who enjoying hitting on her. She was dedicated to her work; usually the first one to arrive in the morning and the last one to leave. Her husband wasn't a big fan of that one. They often fought because her husband thought she should be spending more time at home. Erika sighed as she finished grading her last stack of papers. She felt unappreciated at home; she felt like she was doing better work at school teaching. She hoped that feeling would pass with time.

She packed up her things, flicked off the lights and went down the hall. She noticed another English teacher's light on. It was Mr. Johnson's English room; he was married but was as dedicated as she was if not more. She knocked on the door with a smile.

"Knock, knock. Looks like I'm not the only one pulling a late night."

Ooc: Sample PM please!
 
Mr Johnson sat behind his desk where he was checking some last minute essay submissions, when he heard a knock on his door. "Just my luck I get to the last paper and some student finally realizes they slept through today's lecture." He thought with a sigh as he scribbled a large blue "B+" on the final essay of the day. "Well I guess I wont be getting to have dinner my wife and the dragon lady." He said to himself with a smile. Another knock brought him back from his thoughts. "Come in!" Mr Johnson called out.
 
((ooc: First name for your character)))

"Sorry to disappoint, I'm not one of your students." Erika laughed a bit as she entered the classroom. It was evident that he had stayed late just as she had to grade papers and catch up on the endless amount of work that never seemed to go away. She knew she should get home to her husband but most nights that only turned into fighting and Erika wasn't in the mood. She loved her job and on most days she loved her students, her husband didn't accept or appreciate that concept.

"You decided to pull a late night too?" She asked with a warm smile. Mr. Johnson and Erika had become teachers at the high school around the same time so they had always been friendly. "I was starting to write my final exam but when all the words started to blend together, I decided to take a break." She said as she took a seat on one of the student desks in his classroom.

She wore a black pencil skirt along with a buttoned down lavender shirt, it was her typical uniform for work. Her pencil skirt had a way of hugging her hips while her blouse enclosed her heavy chest.
 
"Ah Erika, yes it seems I did," he laughed. "and please and its Kent. Schools out after all." he finished with a big smile. Spinning in his chair he shoved the last of the essays into the file in behind his desk and stood up. Kent was dressed in a red flannel button down shirt with tan dress pants. Stretching his legs he sighed in relief of being freed from his chair.
"So Miss Erika since your on break would you like a cup of coffee?" Kent asked as he walked to the back of the classroom where he build a thermos out from a cabinet. "Or do you have plans with the man of the house?" He jokingly asked with a grin.
 
Erika loved her husband for the most part, she truly did. But lately, he seemed nothing but an asshole. He was always on her case about spending too much time at school yet on the weekends he always disappeared to golf with his work buddies. And their sex life...was far from spectacular. Not that sex was the most important thing to her but she would have liked to have sex more than once a week.

"Thanks Kent. I could use some coffee to keep me awake. I may pull a late night here to grade a couple more essays and finish writing this final exam." She took a seat on the edge of the desk, crossing one leg over another. "Why are you still here? Not rushing home to the wifey?" She smiled a bit.

Kent had always been friendly to her. They were the two newest English teachers in the English department so they stuck together. The other teachers weren't exactly the most friendly.
 
"Hmp. More like bitchy. Ever since her dragon of a mother moved in with us she's been nothing but a pain in my ass." Kent answered with a grimace.

Kent and his wife had been having some normal marriage issues for some time now. Things like balancing the paycheck and spending time with friends vs family. But things took a hard turn for the worse when his wife's mother moved in with them.

"We have been having some issues but now her moms moved in and she's never liked me so it's like I'm fighting WWII only I'm the Nazis and their the Russians and Americans coming at both sides." he laughed at his own clever analogy. "So no im not rushing home tonight. What about you?"
Kent asked handing her the coffee and leaning against a desk across from Erika.

Looking at Erika sitting in front of him, his eyes were drawn to her crossed legs. Which thanks to her skirt appeared to be showing off for him. "Man its been a while since I've even seen Dennis's legs." He thought to himself. Lost in thought Kent didn't realize he had been staring at Erika's legs for almost a full minute.
 
"Mine isn't as bad but it still sucks beyond belief." She sighed a bit. She had only married her husband two years ago but lately he had been driving her up a wall and he had always been picking on her about something or other. So she much rather spend time at school drafting exams, grading essays or just preparing for the next days lesson.

"My husband is being a pain in the ass. He doesn't appreciate the work I do here for my students. Being an English teacher isn't glamorous but some of these kids have potential and some of them take this seriously. I just wish my husband did. He tells me I'm wasting my time with these kids." She sighed a little defeated. It didn't help that her husband wasn't taking any interest in her sexually either.

Erika felt Kent staring at her and today she didn't even mind. It was nice to be noticed by a man because her husband sure in hell didn't notice her.
 
Kent continued staring at her long bare legs for most of her reply. Until finally looking up at her when she mentioned her students.
"I don't know he maybe right. Have you seen these test score? Some of these kids are hopeless." Kent said with a stern face. Which only last about ten seconds before he broke into a grin, letting Erika know he was joking.

"Well I'm sure it can't be to hard to get him to appreciate you." Kent smiled. " At least you two have the house to yourselves, you could always remind him why he married you." Kent laughed while gesturing to Erika's large breast.
 
Erika laughed as Kent mentioned her breasts indirectly and to have her remind her husband why he married her. It made her smile but she knew her husband took zero interest in her sexually. She could wear the sexiest outfit or her work clothes and he still wouldn't notice her.

"I wish it was that easy." She sighed gently. She knew Kent had a wife at home but she found it easy to speak to him. They had always been friendly, hell Kent was a far better listener than her own husband was lately.

"He doesn't really notice me much anymore. He complains about my working late yet on weekends he disappears to golf with his buddies.' She rolled her eyes a little.
 
"How could he not notice all that?" Kent asked in surprise. "Erika you look amazing and your in your school uniform. If he can't see what he's got the man has issues...my wife just wears sweats..." Kent trailed off.

"Hmm I've never been golfing, maybe its better then sex and that's why he hasn't been noticing you." he joked. Kent had always preferred male friends in the past but something about Erika made her so easy to get along with a talk to he soon found himself talking to her as he would his best guy friends.

During his joking Kent accidentally spilled his now thankfully cooled coffe on the floor some of which spilled on Erika's feet and lower legs.
"Oh damn it Erika, I am so sorry! Let me grab a tower to clean that." Kent said apologetically as he turned back to the cabinet to get a towel.
 
"Oh Jesus Christ!" She said as the coffee spilled onto the floor and splattered onto the bottoms of legs. Thankfully the coffee was cooled so it wasn't like she would get burned or anything. She couldn't help but think about what Kent said to her. She was surprised that he noticed her body and it made her feel incredibly good about herself. Her husband didn't notice her much anymore and she didn't even know if he found her sexy anymore.

"Shouldn't you be getting home to the wifey? I'm sure she's waiting for her dashing hubby to get home." She smiled. Kent was good looking, funny and friendly. His wife was a lucky woman and Erika had to wonder if she appreciated what Kent's wife had in him.
 
"Naw she will having a Kent is an asshole party about now with her mother." Kent replyed with a snort as he looked for a towel.
While he looked through the towers of books, rows of cups, and such he couldn't stop thinking about Erika. "God she looks so good today. Jeez if I wasn't married I would...no damn it, you are married and so is she. So get over it. But god damn how can her husband not realize what a gorgeous girl he has?! Its humanely wrong not to notice how beautiful she looked."

"Now lets get you cleaned up." Kent smiled as he got down on a knee. "Do you mind if I...?" Kent let the question drift off as he gestured to her coffee splattered leg.
 
She bit her lip a little. He was relatively close to her and she couldn't help but notice just how attractive he was. Kent had always been easy to talk to; he never talked down to her, in fact he always listened to her. She didn't have a list of guy friends but Kent was a wonderful colleague and an even better friend. She wished her husband was more like Kent, a better listener. She watched Kent get down on the floor to clean up the coffee that had splattered on the bottom of leg.

She nodded as to let him know it was okay. He was so close that she could smell his cologne which was so very good. It was intoxicating almost. She found herself staring at him. She couldn't understand why his wife didn't appreciate him.

God, if I wasn't married, I'd make a pass at him. She thought to herself.
 
"Jeez I really got it all over you huh?" Kent said looking up with a weak smile. "I'm really sorry about this Erika, I've messed up your shoes." he said with sincerely as he used the washcloth to while the coffee from her calf and ankle.

Kent had never dreamed of being this close to Erika but here he was and truth be told he was enjoying it. Kent like most of his fellow teachers and even considered some as close friends. But he and Erika had joined the school at the same time so he always felt a friendly connection to her but never a sexual one. Until now.

Kent took his time slowly whipping the coffee off her leg, watching the towle glide over her smooth skin and occasionally letting his hand slip so he could feel her silky pale skin as he gently brushed over it.
He took his time getting everydrop off of her legs until only the little bit on her feet remained.

"Erika" he began finally taking his gaze off her leg. "I've got all of it off your leg, I'm just gonna take your heels off so I can get the last bit OK?" Kent asked, looking back at her feet; hoping she would say yes and let him continue his work. Looking at her feet he could see just a tiny bit of her toes and it gave him a chill.
"Oh please let her say yes." he thought to himself.
 
"And people say I'm the clutz, I think you've taken the cake on that one today." She laughed a little bit. She felt something run through her, watching Kent on his knee, the way he attended to her. It excited her a little bit, probably more than it should. They were both married people, with frustrations, and there was something about him that was exciting her. She couldn't explain it but she could feel the excitement run through her entire body.

"If you say so." She smiled a little bit. Her heels were a little loose anyway since she had loosened the strap mid day because they were killing her feet. She lifted her foot a little bit, letting one heel hang from the top of her foot just a little bit.
 
He should of been thinking he had a wife at home, he should of been thinking this was getting close to a line he they shouldn't cross, he should of been thinking the janitors start cleaning around now and his door was open.
But he wasn't.

All Kent could think of was how beautiful she looked. He looked up at her and smiled, taking in all her beauty; her striking eyes, long lush hair, and wonderful breast. Before traveling back down her legs to where her foot sat in front of him dangling her heel.

Kent longed to touch her feet, to run his hand across its soul. So taking a chance she didn't notice or didn't mind, he dropped the hand-towel on the ground and used his hand to wipe off the last of the coffee. He brushed his hand over the side of her heel where the coffee had it and then down her soft and smooth bottom. Unconsciously he leaned closer to her feet, before finally pulling away just as his fingers touched her toes.

Realizing what he had just done Kent paused in fear. "Oh crap, she's gonna think I'm a freak now, she'll tell the school, shit she'll tell my wife!" his thoughts raced through his head. "Ah damn her! If she wasn't such a bitch, or maybe let me see her get once in a while this wouldn't if happened!" he yelled in his head, thinking of his wife back home.

Hesitantly he took a glance up at Erika.
 
She felt a shiver run through her when she felt Kent's hand touch her perfectly manicured feet. She was ticklish there, incredibly so. She reached down, offering him her hand. "I think you got it all, thanks Kent." She whispered quietly. She stood up from his desk, her heart racing. He was married, she was married and it wasn't a good idea for them to be this close. She was feeling lonely, her husband always picking a fight with her, never understanding her work. And their sex life..well, that was pretty much non existent.

"It's getting late. You should probably be getting home to wifey." She whispered quietly. "Thanks for the chat." She said, accidentally letting her hand brush his.
 
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