I was a 22 year old who had just walked away from four long years of university with a B.A. and a teacher’s license. Thirteen years of public school and four years of work on my degree had tired me out, and so I took a job substituting for a year before taking on a classroom of my own. I had moved to the other side of the state. I knew no one and felt very much alone. My only outlets were internet chat and other websites. As anyone knows, this is only a band-aid to the gaping wound, and I needed something more.
I was scheduled at the high school that Wednesday, and when I got there the lesson plans left for me were very simple. I was to show the history classes I had a video on Stalin, and they were to take and turn in notes. I pretty much stuck my nose in a book on days like this, occasionally checking on the class to make sure that the students weren’t too out of hand. In third period, though, whenever I looked up I would catch a Senior by the name of Beth looking straight at me. I could not help but make eye contact.
Beth was about five foot seven, slim, but not skinny. Her black hair was teased out in a way that made a suitable frame for her punk-rock made-up face. Baby blue eye shadow contrasted pale skin and dark purple lipstick. Even though I wasn’t supposed to notice these things, she had b-cup breasts which were quite perky. It was hard to keep my eyes away.
Third period ended and the students dropped their papers on the desk as they shuffled out the door to their next classes. I noticed when Beth walked by, leaving no paper. She looked straight at me and gave a smile that was more apathy then the anticipation that I’m sure she had in mind at the time. It got me semi-erect, and confused. There was no way I should be feeling like that about a high-school senior girl. But the more I tried to force the idea aside, the hornier I got. I stayed at the desk through fourth period, to shield my obvious erection from the view of the class. Lunch came and went, and fifth period I had free as a work period.
With my free period, debate began raging in my head. I was horny as hell. On the one hand I could go to the faculty bathroom, which held one person and locked from the inside. But my paranoia told me that this was a workplace, and I’d be caught.
Do they have hidden cameras in the bathroom?
I wondered. All the time my penis was hardening and softening as illicit thoughts of Beth danced through my mind as background noise.
I had just decided to try to control my semi-erection for three more hours until I could go home when the door swung open. I suppose it comes as no surprise to you, my reader, that it was indeed Beth. My testicles began to ache as I looked at her beautiful face, perky tits shaping her t-shirt in fascinating ways, bare midriff, and hip hugging jeans.
I am a teacher, this is a student
, I thought in a vain attempt to sedate my feral libido.
“What can I do for you, Beth?” I asked, hoping that there was no desperation evident in my voice.
“Well, Mr. Klien,” she began, “I have study hall this period, and I know this is the prep period for you, so I asked my study hall teacher if I could come talk to you about today’s assignment.”
“Yes,” I mused, “I noticed that you didn’t hand it in when you left. It was only notes on the video; did you have problems keeping up?” I asked.
“Well,” Beth began shyly, “my handwriting’s never been that good. I can either write fast and sloppy or slow and legibly. I want to be able to read these notes, so I was writing slow and just couldn’t keep up.”
“It is my prep period, and this pass from Ms. Stewart says you can be here all period. Why don’t I give you the remote so you can watch the parts you missed taking notes on at your own pace,” I offered.
“Really?” she practically squeaked with excitement, “would it bother you?”
I waved my hand dismissively, “Naw, I’ve seen it four times already today. I can tune it out by now. I was just going to read my novel this period anyway, so it’s not going to affect me at all.” In reality I knew the effect it would have on me, but I could not use that as an excuse to deny Beth the opportunity to make up the work.
Beth walked over to the TV cart and picked up the remote. She chose a desk halfway between the TV and myself, and took her notebook and pens from her bag. She started the tape and I busied myself with my book. My eyes and libido formed a coalition against my willpower, and I found myself stealing glances at her despite my better judgment. The tops of her breasts were visible due to a v-neck top, and it seemed evident that they had decided to risk getting caught breaking the law of gravity. They were a perfect blend of size and shape, and had not yet begun to migrate downwards as so many tend to do with age.
I have to stop thinking like this! Everything about this is wrong!
With fifteen minutes left in the period, I instructed Beth to finish what she could, and turn it in. I explained that I would write the permanent teacher a note about it, and that she should understand. Beth started to sniffle.
