Teach a Teacher a Lesson

Rita greeted her students, as she did every day, and sat at her desk. Her gaze fell on the thin drawer in the center. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. Would there be another gift from her secret admirer today? For the past couple of months, she had been receiving all kinds of little things. At first, it was the odd rose, then came the chocolate bars or boxes of assortments, and she even received a lovely pair of earrings one day. She only wished she had a name to go with these gifts. There was never a card accompanying them.

She still suspected that Chris was behind this, but she couldn't be sure. He hadn't made a move on her, and she didn't dare ask him about the gifts. They had gone out for a coffee once or twice, and he was always courteous to her at school, but he hadn't shown any real interest in her yet.

A student's question brought her back to reality, and she focused on her work once more. She would have to wait till recess to see her next hidden treasure.

When all the students left, she opened the drawer expectantly. There was no gift inside. Her heart was crushed. Had her admirer given up on her? Closing the drawer, disappointed, she noticed a folded piece of paper that didn't belong with the stack she had in there. She retrieved it and opened it. A tiny gasp of surprise escaped her lips when she read the first lines.

A love poem? she thought. He has sent me a love poem! Her hands trembled in excitement and her lips moved in accordance reciting the poem repeatedly:

Whenever the wind caresses me, I feel your breath

Whispering my name.

Whenever I smell a rose, I feel your scent

Warming my soul.

Whenever the raindrops fall, I feel your touch

Charting my body.

Whenever the sun shines above, I feel your heat

Smoldering my heart.

Your Lover

Rita crushed the piece of paper over her heart and the widest of smiles set on her face. He wants to be my lover, she thought. I must see Chris now. I should let him know I feel the same.

Being a shy woman, it was difficult for her to make the first move with men, and she really didn't have a lot of experience with them. But she wanted to be with Chris. She had a feeling he would be the one for her. Eager to find out, she quickly picked up her things and dashed out of the classroom in search of him.

***

Rita knocked on the door at his office and peeked inside. Chris was alone. She went in, adding a slight hip-sway to her walk. She saw him checking her out. She knew she looked good in that outfit, but in her eyes, he looked impeccable. That navy-blue thin-cut suit did wonders to his honed body.

“Have a seat, Rita,” he said, motioning her to the sofa instead of the chair in front of his desk. He joined her there.

She crossed her legs, causing her skirt to lift and reveal more skin. She caught his gaze darting up and down her well-formed legs. It pleased her to know he was attracted to her and it prompted her to do something about it. Apparently, she had to. He wouldn't, maybe fearing his position as her boss.

"So, what can I do for you today?" Chris asked, his hand dropping between them on the sofa, dangerously close to her thigh.

How about touching me? she thought.

"If you insist," she heard him reply, and she felt his fingers running up her calf.

"Did I just say that aloud?" she asked, blushing.

"You sure did," he replied. "I thought you'd never ask. I kept sending you all these signals."

"So it was you," she said, beaming. "You do want to be my lover!"

Chris leaned in and kissed her neck. "I sure do." He breathed against her soft skin, his lips never leaving her.

He slowly moved his hand under her skirt, and Rita gasped when she felt his touch higher up her leg. She leaned all the way back, and he took her lips hungrily.

She opened up to him, returning his kiss and slid her hands under his jacket and round to his back, pulling his shirt slightly out of his trousers. She was eager to touch his skin, as well.

His fingers reached the brim of her underwear, and she moaned. Overwhelmed by their passion, neither of them heard the door opening.

***

Sam had watched Rita going into the principal's office. He glanced at his watch. What was taking her that long? Recess was over about ten minutes ago. She should have been in her class, and so should he. He didn't care, though. Besides, Mrs. Chapman, his biology teacher, was like dough in his hands. She reminded him of his sweet grandma, and he could always bend her to his will. He used the same approach with Mrs. Chapman whenever needed, and he always managed to be her favorite student who she forgave, no matter what.

Rita, though, was diligent. She would never skip a class without a reason. His curiosity had peaked as he was standing in the middle of the corridor. He absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair. A gut feeling gnawed its way up into his mind, a feeling he couldn't quite grasp but didn't like at all either. His feet moved toward the office at the end of the corridor of their own volition.

Moments later, he was standing outside the door. He looked around him quickly, saw no one and pressed his ear against the wood. Complete silence! That's odd, he thought. What are they doing?

He was contemplating knocking and offering whatever excuse he came up with then for being there, when he heard a loud moan. What's he doing to her?

Without a second thought, he barged in unannounced and froze in his tracks.

Chris was groping his Rita. His filthy hands were all over his Rita and his disgusting mouth was touching her sweet innocent lips. Sam clenched his fists in a futile attempt to control his anger and the bile that was rising.

He stood there silently, watching the scene unfold before him. They hadn't noticed him. His gaze darted from her arched body to the principal's hands exploring areas that should have been forbidden to any other man but himself. His nostrils flared and caught a sweet scent, a mixture of her subtle perfume and her evident arousal. Instead of pleasing him as it would have if he was the one tasting her, it sent his fury skywards.

Ready to pounce on the man who dared to violate the sacred body of his beloved and rip his flesh out like a vulture, he knew not how he found the strength to control himself. Only when he heard the door slam behind him and was looking at the corridor again, did he realize he had done so.

"This is war!" he fumed through clenched teeth.

***

"What was that?" Rita and Chris said in chorus, startled by the sound.

"Was that the door?" Rita said, and jumped up at once, straightening her clothes.

"I'm not sure," he replied, tucking his shirt back in.

"Oh my God! What if someone saw us?" Rita's face was drained of its natural color as the consequences of their actions suddenly dawned on her. She clasped her mouth, muffling a shocked gasp.

Chris put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry. I'm sure it was nothing."

She could see in his eyes, however, that he wasn't convinced either.

Chris opened the door and checked the corridor. No one was there. He turned toward Rita and smiled confidently. "See? I told you it was nothing."

But she couldn't help feeling that it really was something.