It was a cool October day. Mr. G was outside on parking lot duty waving to students and making sure they drove safely on their way off school grounds. He was positioned at the bottom of the stairs that connected the parking lot to the school. His job was to watch the student drivers and make sure they at least left the school grounds as responsible drivers. Of course he would periodically glance behind him to see if he could see any skirts walking down the stairs.
Most students gave him a quick wave as they walked by; some would stop and chat for a second. Marge was one such student that stopped to ask him about a club meeting tomorrow to prepare for an upcoming math competition.
"Yep, practice tomorrow," he said. "I think this is going to be a really good year. We did better than last year at our first competition, but also just the size of the club. There are some years were I struggle to put together a team of four, but this year I think we have a full dozen that are committed to coming regularly."
After she left he glanced back and saw that the stream of the students from the school had stopped. There were a few cars waiting in a line to turn out of the parking lot so he stayed until they cleared before heading back into the building.
There was a student standing outside his door when he returned to his room. Looking at her from down the hall, his eyes first locked onto her legs. They were tanned and meaty. There was a scab on her knee, likely scrape from a recent soccer game. She wore these cute black shiny ankle boots and a plaid schoolgirl skirt. It wasn't that short, coming down close to her knee, but it got his blood boiling.
His eyes shifted up when the distance between them shrank to two classroom widths. Her skirt had a high waist and was tight around her stomach. She had a black long sleeve shirt tucked into the skirt. The shirt was snug around her body. Her face was framed by her long dark brown hair was parted down the middle. "Hey Naomi, what's up?"
"My tutor recommended that I see you directly for help."
Mr. G smiled as he looked Naomi in the eye. He was actually dating Naomi's tutor, well sort of, certainly nothing exclusive. Her tutor, Maggie, was a former student now in college that he frequently hooked up with. Maggie was bisexual and they shared conquests. Maggie had mentioned last night that she would send Naomi his way. He wondered if Maggie had already been with Naomi or if Maggie needed him to loosen her up first. Either way he'd give it his best shot to mount her.
"Yea come on in," he said as he pulled out his keys.
"I know my grade doesn't look like it, but I swear I'm working really hard."
"Yea math is like that. Sometimes it takes a long time for things to fully click. You just got to make sure you keep working at it, and to regularly seek out math. Just like any other class, math is easier when you frequently talk about it."
"Yea that's why I'm here."
He led the way into his room and went straight to his desk, but he heard the door slam shut before he reached it. He jumped and took a breath before spinning around. "Don't want anyone interrupting us?" he asked.
Naomi blushed. "I'm sorry, it's just a reflex. In class when I come back from the restroom or locker or if I'm just late to class, the door is always closed."
"Yea, protocols. When I was a student they always wanted the classroom doors open, but now after years of active shooter drills, it's doors always locked and closed as much as possible."
"That makes sense," Naomi said somberly.
"Of course I think the policy is to still have the door open when I'm alone with a student," he said with a smile.
"Oh sorry, I can open it." She took a step back towards the door.
"I think I'd like it closed," he sputtered out. She paused and turned to face him. "Unless you're concerned about me being inappropriate."
Naomi chuckled. "No, I'm not worried."
"Because you don't think I will or you wouldn't mind if I was?" Now she blushed again. "Sorry, that was inappropriate."
"That's OK. I've gotten used to catching you looking at my legs."
"What? I thought I was always so discrete."
Naomi rolled her eyes. "On a normal day yes, but whenever we have a quiz and I look up, you're staring at me with that goofy grin of yours."
He chuckled while she sighed. "Speaking of quizzes, I'm just failing every quiz, and I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. I need to do something to turn my grade around."
"My job wouldn't exist if people just intuitively got it. I know you're working hard and you do a great job asking questions during class, but we're learning abstract topics. It takes even more. More practice, more time."
"Yea I know," she said. "Soccer does eat up a lot of time that should go to studying. Plus, to be honest, it's hard to stay motivated. No offense, but I'm not going to do anything in life that uses this stuff."
He laughed. "That's alright."
"Sometimes I do catch myself daydreaming in class."
"You have a frequent fantasy"" he asked.
She laughed. "You could say that." She had at times thought about running her fingers through his thick head of hair. She judged he was about 30, but he still looked good. No wrinkle and not a hint of gray.
While talking he had been slowly moving towards her and now they were only a foot apart. He put his hand on her hip and looked into her brown eyes. "You know we don't have to spend the next two hours practicing math if you don't want to."
Her heartbeat sped up. The thought of kissing him was a lot more appealing than him watching how little she knew over the next hour or two, but she was mentally unprepared for this moment. Sure he was cute, but he was still her teacher. That was a line she have never seriously considered crossing before.
His hand slid up to her armpit and then around to her back. He leaned in further so that their faces were mere inches apart. They looked into each other's eyes. Hers were glassy; his were piercing. He had a huge grin on his face, and she held a smile as well. A couple of her pearly white teeth shone through her parted lips. Those lips were covered in a light pink glossy lipstick.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said as he pulled his head back half an inch, just enough to give her the impression that he was backing down.
"Yolo," she declared as she leaned in and kissed him. She didn't know if it would be a quick peck or something more, but he was soon sucking on her face. He held back his tongue, but his hands were all over her: her back, her thigh, her ass. She wrapped her arms and one leg around him to hold him in a tight embrace.
When the kissed broke he pulled back his neck while keeping their bodies close. "So is this like how your sessions with your tutor have been going?"
Naomi hit him in the arm. "No, she's very professional unlike some people." He smiled and gave her quick peck on the lips. "She mostly walks me through problems, but she does more of the work than I do."
