"Fuck, stop looking at him Debh, yes he's only 5 years younger than you and yes he is technically legal, but no, no, just fucking no, he's a final year High School student and you're his fucking teacher..."
It had been like this all year, Debh had this growing obsession with one of her final year, students, Kyle Cupar. 18 a couple of months ago and at 6'5 and a regular in the school's first XV Rugby squad.
She glanced up at him watching him work, scanning the class quickly to make sure no one was watching her, her eyes moving from his hair to his face, his stern look of concentration adding a few years to his soft fresh face. If he walked up to her in a pub and offered to buy her a drink, she'd not have thought twice about him possibly being a bit young.
He was at that age where his build was rapidly catching up with his height, lean muscle building onto a long, strong, V shaped torso, hair a bit of the long side and pleasantly chaotic, not one of those stupid mullets so many of the young rugby boys were sporting these days. Eyes that sparkled when he spoke, a strong jawline which he'd clearly been shaving for some time already. In all essence a man already... with that thought her eyes drifted down below his desk, between his parted thighs... "Get a fucking grip Debh" she told shouted at herself internally and put her head down to focus on prepping for tonight's parents evening.
A last glance up, and she felt and saw Kyles eyes on her chest, quickly averting his gaze as she looked up. "fuck, tell me I'm not getting wet at that." a definite warm tingling sensation between her thighs, looking back down, her eyes caught her cleavage, "I have to say my tits do look good in this top", she likes to look good, to feel womanly, "Appropriately inappropriate, she thought with a smirk, or should that be inappropriately appropriate?" They caught Kyle's eye anyway she thought with a naughty smile. her mind screaming at her to look up and see if he was still watching but resisting the urge.
The parent's night rolled around and she had the regular stream of proud or embarrassed parents accompanied by their kids who were invariably all embarrassed to be told how well they were or weren't doing in front of their mums and dads. She hated doing these, they were tedious as hell, required a lot of work and rarely made any difference whatsoever to any child's performance, but this is the system they were stuck with, she thought with a sigh.
To make matters worse she'd got an email from Kyles dad asking if he could have a late appointment at 9pm. they were supposed to be finished by 8pm so shed to hang about for another hour having been in since 8am anyway. She wasn't compelled to, but since it was Kyle's dad, she had made an exception. An officer with police Scotland, head messaged to say that a case had run over and he couldn't get away any earlier, and his wife worked overseas so couldn't be there.
She waited in the reception office for the door to buzz, the caretaker and everyone else long gone, 9pm came and went and by 8 mons past she was getting pretty pissed off until her mind wandered back to Kyle, and her hand slid lightly up her inner thigh, gently stroking herself through the thin fabric of her little black thong, jumping with an embarrassed start when the buzzer sounded at 11 minutes past 9. Composing herself she pressed the intercom to the entrance door "Hi this is Marcus Cupar, Kyle dad, sorry I'm running late for an appointment with Miss Joiner", "In you come" she replied pressing the door release and heading out to the entrance to meet them.
She was surprised to find Kyle wasn't there, and disappointed if she was honest, "Is Kyle not joining us this evening she asked?"
