The next few days in school were awkward. Ellie came every day for lunchtime "study sessions," but I just couldn't be around her. Every time she came in I asked her to leave telling her I wasn't offering extra help that day. Finally on Friday she cornered me afterschool yet again. Just as I was packing my things to leave, I heard my classroom door close and lock. When I turned to see who it was I can't say I was surprised to find Ellie there.
"Elisa, what are you doing here?"
"Ewe, don't call me that," she scrunched up her face in disapproval. "My dad calls Elisa."
"Why are you here?"
"I still need that extra help."
I gave her a wry look, "you have gotten all A's on your tests. I don't think you really need help."
"I need help in other departments..." She stepped close to me reaching for my belt, but I stepped back.
"Ellie, no."
"No? I'm sorry, I don't understand that word." She stepped toward me again putting her hands on my chest. "Mmm, so firm."
"Ellie stop it."
"You don't really want me to stop..."
"Yes I do," I grabbed her hands and yanked them down to her sides. "Please leave my classroom, Ms. Winston."
I saw the hurt flash in her eyes. She stepped back from me with a confused look on her face. "What's wrong with you, Marcus?"
"Mr. Hillman," I corrected.
"So that's it? You've fucked me now so you just throw me away like nothing happened?"
"Keep your voice down!"
"Don't tell me what to do you fucking jerk!" She shouted at me and I flinched afraid someone would hear her.
"Ellie—"
"You're a fucking pig! Just like every other jackass boy I've ever met! I hope you rot in hell!" She screamed and all I could think about was shutting her up. I knew there were still teachers in the building and if they came in the room right then I was sure Ellie would out me. I was at a loss, and so I did the only logical thing a man in my position could do. I kissed her.
I could tell she didn't know how to react, but it didn't take long to bring her around. I had meant for the kiss to be a peck just to keep her quite, but what went as I planned with this girl? She sucked on my bottom lip before she let her tongue slide across the roof of my mouth making me moan loudly into her mouth. She pressed her body against mine backing me against the white board. I let my hands slip down to squeeze her perfect ass feeling my erection growing bigger and bigger pressing into her thigh. She smirked against my lips and ground her pussy against my hard dick under that tight little miniskirt. Fuck, this girl knew exactly how to get to me, how to drive me wild.
I pulled out of the kiss just before her hand reached into my pants massaging my dick through my boxers. "Ellie, wait."
"Stop fighting me, Marcus. I know you want me, your dick doesn't lie." She was smirking at me and I was having a hard time fighting the beast inside me that wanted to press her against the wall and make her scream my name.
"Not here, we can't do this in school."
"Then let's go somewhere more private..." She didn't have to tell me twice.
"We can't walk out of here together. Go to the bus stop around the corner on 45th and I'll pick you up there." She nodded and I let her leave the room before me. I waited five minutes and then quickly grabbed my laptop bag and damn near ran out of the classroom praying to God no one saw me and my raging boner. No such luck. When I turned the corner from my classroom I ran into none other than the school dean— and Ellie's father.
"Ah, Mr. Hillman, just the man I was looking for." Oh fuck. I held my laptop bag in front of my boner as my boss approached me. Dean Winston was a large man with the same caramel complexion as Ellie. He had a full gray beard and thinning gray hair to match. His glasses sat on the tip of his nose and he wore one of his signature designer gray suits. He was very clean cut and proper like you expect of a college professor or a Supreme Court judge.
"You were looking for me?" I said my voice cracking on 'looking'. I cleared my throat to put some base back in my voice.
"Yes, sir, I was. I was hoping that you might be willing to tutor a student one-on-one."
"Of course, sir. Who's the student?"
"My daughter, Elisa." If I had been drinking something I would have choked.
"Elisa? I have Elisa in my class, sir. She's one of my best students. I'm not sure why she would need a tutor." I tried to remain calm and not blurt out something stupid that would give me away.
"Yes she does very well in history, but I was told you used to be an English teacher at your old school." I nodded not quite liking where this was going. "Well, Elisa happens to be failing her English Class and her mother and I have tried everything we can think of to help pull her grades up. Punishments, tutoring, extra homework, nothing seems to work. But one thing I have noticed is how well she does in your class because she hangs onto every word you say." He leaned down and playfully elbowed me in my stomach. "And between you and me, I think she might have a little crush on you."
"You don't say!" My voice could have been mistaken for Justin Beiber it was so high. I was sure I was turning beat red but I tried hard to play it cool.
"Yes well I've always said my daughter has excellent taste in boys." Oh dear Lord. "So do you think you might be able to come to the house every other night? We'll pay whatever rate you like." Me? In Ellie's house? With her? That had horrible idea written all over it.
"I don't usually do sessions at student's homes, sir..."
"I know this is an unusual situation, but Elisa refuses to go to any tutors and we just want to see her passing. She's a graduating senior and failing a class will not look good to colleges. We're willing to make the money worth your while." He looked like he was sorry to be asking me this, but he was at his wit's end. I knew Ellie's attitude could be a bit crazy and this probably was their only option.
"Alright, I'll do it." My mind started roaming to being in her room, fucking her on her bed... I'm going to hell. I mentally slapped myself.
