Thou Shalt Not(85)

“Maybe,” she said, taking my hand, “they’ll eventually hire a stud teacher worth ogling and I will have a reason to celebrate too!”

I let go of her hand and let her drop back onto the couch. She laughed loudly as she sunk back in.

“Help! It’s eating me alive!”

“God, you’re so dumb,” I said.

“Don’t steal my line!”

I helped her up and walked her toward the door. There was a closet near the door, and if you stood in front of it (or in it for that matter), no one would be able to see you.

So, of course, I pushed her in front of it and kissed her. It was a little more aggressive than I had intended it being. And I became hard.

She felt it and grabbed me through my slacks.

“You might want to put this thing away,” she said, biting her lip. “It’s kind of impossible to miss.”

I slid my hand down the front of her dress, between her legs. I cupped her through her dress.

“Well, I hope she misses it,” I said. “But, they’ll see each other soon.”

I kissed her again then smacked her ass toward the door.

“Check a mirror,” she said as she walked out. “You’ve got a little lipstick on your face.”

I couldn’t wait for school to get out so I could spend more time with April, so naturally the day crawled along.

During fourth period, she came to sit in on my class discussion. She didn’t say much out loud, but she sent me texts while I was trying to teach.

The first one read: I’m so sore that I feel it every time I take a step. I love it. Every sore step reminds me of you. Because you did it to me. And I can’t wait for you to do it again.

I’m sure my eyes got big when I read it. I was trying to make sure it was only my eyes that grew.

The next one was a picture she had taken in the shower, after I had dropped her off at her house. Wet hair, wet body.

She was trying to make me squirm. It was working.

When I was sure I wasn’t showing any signs of arousal, I stood up from my desk and set the phone down. It was the only way I was going to be able to survive the hour.

She made a frowning face and pouted. She was clearly enjoying torturing me.

I had planned on yelling at her after class, but she slipped out before the bell rang. Once it did, I opened my phone up, stared at the picture a little longer, and then sent her a message back.

I’m going to be hard the rest of the day. And you are going to have to take care of it.

And if I don’t? :-)

I’ll bend you over this desk and take care of it myself.

Oh fuck.

We continued back and forth throughout the day. After school, she told me she was going to go home and call the kids, so I decided to stick around for the basketball game. We were playing a school that was historically bad, so I knew the game wouldn’t be close.

I saw Stephanie Lerner sitting by herself in the stands, so I sat next to her. Stephanie taught Chemistry and Physics.

“Hey Steph,” I said, sitting down.

“Oh, hi Luke,” she said, looking up from the papers in front of her. It wasn’t uncommon to see teachers sitting in the stands with stacks of papers in their laps, half watching the game, half grading absent-mindedly. If you could actually get them finished while “watching” the game, it saved you the hassle of dragging them home.

I had known Stephanie for a while. She was in her thirties and modestly attractive. But, she kept to herself and her eyes were mostly sad. Rumor had it her husband was an asshole. Maybe she and April could bond over that.

“Ran into Landry this morning. He said you were helping him with science stuff.”

“Yeah. Physics might be the death of him.”

I laughed. “He’s a good kid. Can’t believe he will be graduating next year.”

“I’m going to start tutoring him in the mornings, after practice. I figure it’s easier if he’s already here than keeping him after school.”

Stephanie was always at the school before just about everyone else, and usually left long after we were all gone. It was like she didn’t want to be at home.

“Well, then I will make sure not to write him up for roaming the halls before hours.”

We watched the game together. I cheered boisterously. She clapped daintily. Landry scored frequently. And Lakefront won handily.

The air was cool as I left the gymnasium. I called April.

“How are the kids doing?”

“They seem to be doing well. Sounds like they’re having fun.”

“What are you doing now?”

“I was reading. Waiting for you to call.”

“Okay then. Put something nice on. Be ready in thirty minutes.”

“Okay.”

I drove home, showered, and changed into a pair of black pants and a grayish-silver shirt. My tie was black, silver and purple. I would have checked myself out.