Teacher’s Pet Read online Jordan Silver

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I looked directly at her when she sat down and watched her blush before ducking her head. I noticed the bun was a lot neater today and though the suit was still one size too big, the skirt hanging well below the knee, at least the burnt orange color was a lot brighter than the stone grey horror she’d worn the last time I saw her.

Neither one of us spoke which was very telling. More so on her part than mine. As the teacher, and the last one to enter the room, shouldn’t she have greeted me by now? I played around with the thought of saying something to her, but nixed the idea at the last minute.

She was so nervous now I didn’t want to offset the rest of her day. So instead we both sat there not saying a word while I watched her and she pretended to read over the papers on her desk.

I knew though, that she wasn’t reading shit, that she was too nervous and too aware of me to concentrate. I saw it all in the blush on her cheeks and the way her fingers trembled as she moved around the papers on her desk. I lowered my head to hide my grin as the most amazing feeling came over me.

I felt weirdly playful in her presence, not like a student with his teacher. Somehow of the two of us I got the sense that I was the one in control, that I was the one making her nervous. Sweet!

I couldn’t believe where my mind was going but asked myself why not? It’s not like I was a fourteen year old. At eighteen I’m considered an adult, and right now I was having very adult thoughts about the teacher who was doing her very best at this moment to pretend I wasn’t here.

Maybe it’s nothing serious, just another challenge, something I’m good at. Whatever it is I now had the answer as to why I’d made my way here way ahead of the others. Why all through classes that day she’d stayed on my mind. And why I hadn’t shared any of those thoughts with anyone else.

I’d had a girlfriend once, my first year of high school, that was a long time ago. It didn’t take me long to realize that it wasn’t for me. The girl in question had been a jealous lunatic who went insane whenever anyone else dared to even look at me. We were barely fifteen.

Needless to say, that didn’t last too long, and ever since then I’ve steered clear of serious entanglements. I’m no playboy, but I only mess with girls I know are out for a good time and nothing more. In a town as small as ours you’d be surprised at how many I have to choose from.

Every once in a while one would slip under my guard, but I’ve always been able to shake them off. But as I sat there grinning I got that feeling. The feeling that I wanted to do more with her than a quick roll in the hay, or two if she were lucky. Cocky I know.

I wanted to walk down the halls with my arm around her shoulders. Wanted to take her parking so we could neck in the dark under cover of the stars. Wanted to spend Saturdays lazing around the pool or one of the million other things I’d seen my friends do with their significant others.

But there’s no way I can do any of that, because she’s my damn teacher. When I realized the road my mind was beginning to travel the smile dropped from my face and this time when I looked at her I was looking for answers.

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Oh my, why does he keep staring at me like that? I’d almost turned and ran back the way I came when I saw him sitting in here alone. I’d come just a tad bit early to give myself time to relax and compose myself.

I didn’t know that he was going to be here, or why he was earlier than the others. Had he planned this? And if so, why? Had he somehow picked up on my feelings?

I was making myself crazy again to the point that I couldn’t even make out my own hand writing in the notes I’d made for this evening’s class as I pretended to read them to escape his gaze.

I felt his stare, the heat of it, the intensity, almost like I could feel his touch and my nipples got embarrassingly hard. What the hell? I took a quick peek to see if he’d noticed then remembered that there was no way he could see anything beneath the oversized jacket and blouse.

I heaved a sigh of relief but it was soon short lived. I made the mistake of sneaking another quick glance at him and could swear he smirked knowingly at me. This time I found it too obvious to look away again.

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