Thou Shalt Not(42)

Fuck, I was getting hard.

“What was wrong with these?” she asked, gesturing toward the few mangled pens on my desk.

She hadn’t moved from her position. If someone had walked into the classroom, they would have seen her bent over my desk.

That view might almost be as good as this one.

Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.

“I have a bad habit of chewing my pens,” I admitted. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”

She feigned horror.

“Bad Luke,” she said. “Certain things belong in your mouth, but I’m pretty sure pens don’t.”

Shit.

“Well, this one hasn’t seen my mouth, so you’re in luck,” I said, handing the pen over.

She stuck her tongue out at me as she took the pen, her hand seeming to linger on mine ever so slightly.

God, her hand was soft.

God, her tongue was long.

God.

“I didn’t know people over the age of six still stuck their tongues out,” I said.

“I have two small children,” she reminded me. “I stick my tongue out all I want.”

She did it again. But this time she took my pen and laid it across the tip of her tongue.

She smiled, and I swear she curled her tongue in, pulling the pen toward her lips.

I never imagined this in any teacher fantasy of mine. But, holy fuck.

I could see lipstick on the pen.

Luckiest Bic ever.

Then, she took the pen and slid it into the side of her mouth, long ways, like the world’s luckiest toothpick. Or dick.

Yeah, my mind definitely wasn’t thinking toothpick.

“Thank you, Luke,” she said, pen still in her mouth. “I’ll bring it back to you when I’m done with it.”

I just nodded. Words weren’t going to come out coherently.

She stood up straight, stretching her arms back and pointing her chest in my direction.

If I were a teenager, I would have already masturbated ten times to this fantasy. I will later masturbate ten times to this fantasy.

“God, I’m tired,” she said. “Maybe I’ll come visit your couch after school.”

She smiled again, her eyes dancing. Then she turned and walked out of the classroom.

The bell rang. And I was rock hard.

The rest of the day we continued our conversation, but my mind kept going back to her telling me to come over to her house after work. And that pen. God, I wanted to be a Bic.

I knew her husband wouldn’t be home—the Rays were finishing their series in Detroit with an afternoon match and would be flying home after the game. That would put them back in the area after midnight probably. At least I knew if I showed up I wouldn’t be getting shot.

Who watches your kids while you work? I texted as the final period of the day began. My students already had their heads on their desks and would be napping in no time. God bless videos.

Paula, my nanny. I hired her when we moved here. She came highly recommended.

I always wondered how someone who came highly recommended would be out of a job and need hiring, but I didn’t bother asking.

Does she live with you guys?

No. But we have guest quarters behind the house. Occasionally she will stay if I need her to.

Man, I bet their house was pretty impressive. I suddenly had no desire to ever drive there. Something told me the Roller Skate wouldn’t belong in that kind of neighborhood.

I suddenly had the urge to ask her to go to dinner with me. The nanny was obviously watching the kids. What difference could a few extra hours make? I knew I probably wouldn’t get to talk to her much other than at work while her husband was in town.

What was the worst she could say? No? I’ve gotten a no or two in my day. She could say “Hell no, why would I go to dinner with you? I’m a married woman, you bastard!” but I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case.

She claimed to be bold, and now it was my turn to be. Bold Luke hadn’t come out in a while, other than in his head.

What are your plans after work? I asked. Of course, I immediately regretted sending it after I did.

I could always just say I was making conversation if she started acting weird.

Probably just go home and have dinner with the kids. The life of a mother is very exciting. :-)

Sounds like it!

Why do you ask?

Shit. I was hoping to just leave it alone now. Bold me apparently tried to go into hiding quickly.

I could lie or ask her out to dinner.

Make up your mind quickly, Luke.

And don’t regret the decision you make.

Oh, I was just mildly curious to see if you’d be interested in having dinner. Break up your mom routine a little.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

God, when did I become this way?

Years of bachelorhood will do it to anyone.

Just mildly curious?

She was smiling. I knew she was. I had never thought of someone smiling in a text unless they added those fucking emoticons, but I knew she was smiling.