PART 2
"Affairs"
It was 5:00pm. I had stayed late today to finish grading tests. Once I finished I looked in my grade book. Under "Monica Dawson" were a whole bunch newly added red 'x' marks, representing a completed assignment; or, in her case, a session of hot sex after school. She had been coming regularly for the past two months. By the end of next month she would have caught up with all her assignments and I would be forced to give her full marks for all of them. She didn't really deserve them, but she had definitely earned them. Pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I stood up and was ready to leave. Just then, I got an unexpected visitor, Ms. Kenner, the new family studies teacher and guidance counsellor. She was one of those people who just oozed sexuality. The entire male faculty of the school would've given an arm and a leg to fuck her, well, except Mr. Christian, the gay art teacher.
Ms. Kenner was fresh out of university, 25 and mesmerizingly beautiful. She was a natural redhead with hazel eyes and a body that was out of this world. Today she had her hair tied back and her "lucky pencil" was holding it together. She straightened her glasses and closed the door behind her.
"Hello, John," she said, "Oh, uh, I mean... Mr. Hartford."
"Call me whatever you want," I said, "Now, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I've been seeing a new client lately and she's confided something very interesting in me." said Ms. Kenner, licking her lips slowly and enticingly.
"And you thought it was necessary to come and tell me this because?" I urged, hoping she wasn't going where I thought she was.
"Ms. Dawson claims that you two have been having an affair for the better part of two months. She said, and I quote: "Mr. Hartford showed me how many incomplete assignments I had, and I knew I'd never get them all done in time. So, instead I offered to... Well, you know, "get busy" with him instead of actually doing the assignments." said Ms. Kenner.
Why would Monica tell Ms. Kenner? Had she been playing me from the start?
"Well, then that obviously makes it true." I said, sarcastically.
"Oh, please!" snorted Ms. Kenner, "I wasn't born yesterday, John! Ten years ago I was her. I can tell just by looking at you that you're the teacher that all girls dream about."
"As much as I appreciate the compliment," I said, trying to sound impassive, "You're dead wrong about me. I'm happily married."
"Well, I'm sorry John, but as the guidance counsellor, I have to believe the students. It's part of the job description," she sighed, "I have no choice. I have to tell the principal. But hey, if you're innocent then you've got nothing to worry about, right?"
"Please don't..." I said, "Just by telling her you'll tarnish my reputation."
"Since when have you cared about your--" began Ms. Kenner, "Ah! So it is true."
"If the principal finds out, then the whole school will eventually know. And it won't stop there! Before long, even my wife will know." I sobbed.
Ms. Kenner thought for a moment, glanced down and then looked right in my eyes, smirking."You must be pretty skilled to satisfy someone as promiscuous as Monica..." she muttered.
"I've never had any complaints so far." I said.
"Prove it." said Ms. Kenner.
"What?" I asked, a little shocked.
"If you're so good, then prove it," she repeated, "Fuck me good, and I'll pretend Monica never told me."
"I really can't afford to have another affair," I said, desperately, "The one with Monica was bad enough."
"John, none of your choices are good choices. One will keep you married, the other... Won't." said Ms. Kenner, pulling me closer by my tie.
"Alright, fine. But think I won't find out if you don't keep the secret." I said.
"I might be many things," said Ms. Kenner, "But a liar is not one of them."
"What about a good kisser?" I said, going in for a passionate kiss.
