Teach a Teacher a Lesson

Sam threw the ball to Ben, testing his arm. The park was full of people. Some families were having picnics further down on his left; on his right, some were walking their dogs on the path while others were jogging there, as well. It was a lovely warm day. Ben and he always came here on a Sunday morning to practice and meet friends.

As Sam caught the ball from Ben's returning pass, he heard the usual cheers of the girls who were flocking the park to watch the two most popular boys in the school. He turned his gaze toward them. Silly girls, he thought, regarding them. Their perfectly combed hair and their perfect French manicures and their too-short skirts, leaving almost nothing to his imagination. They were trying too hard to impress him and they were failing. They meant nothing to him anymore. He wanted a real woman now. He wanted Rita.

As though his thoughts had conjured her, he saw her passing the park's gates and jogging down the path. He was surprised; he had never seen her here before. He watched her every move now. How her breasts were bobbing under her tank- top and how firm her legs seemed in her yoga pants. He sighed. What wouldn't I give to grab that ass and never let go!

"Yo, Sam! Will you pass the ball?" Ben shouted, bringing him back to reality.

Ben's thunderous voice made Rita turn her head toward them and she waved, spotting them and some of her other students.

"Looking good, Miss Evans," Ben said, waving back.

"Have fun, kids," she said, and jogged away again.

Sam's brain was reeling. This was a great chance to get closer to her now that Principal Despicable wasn't around to intrude. He walked to Ben. "Help me out, mate!"

"What's up?" Ben asked, curious.

"I want to play a prank on Miss Evans," he said with a wicked smile. "Throw the ball toward her and I'll tackle her to the ground." "You'll hurt her," Ben said. Sam could see that Ben disapproved of his plan.

"Oh, come on. I'll be gentle. She'll be fine. Come on, man. Play along!" "Fine," Ben agreed reluctantly.

"Just don't hit her with the ball by mistake," Sam said and took off his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. The teenage girls went crazy, but he was only looking forward to impress Rita with his body. He ran toward her. Once he was close enough, Ben threw the ball. Sam shouted, "Watch out, Miss Evans."

She barely had time to turn and see who was calling her name when she was tackled and found herself lying on top of Sam. He put his hands low on her back, pressing her on his half-naked body. "Sam, what do you think you are doing?" she asked, trying to free herself.

He tightened his hold, not allowing her to get up. "The ball was about to hit you on the head. I just saved you," he said with gleaming eyes.

"Well, thank you. Now, can I get up, please?"

Sam kept pressing her toward body parts that shouldn't be touching in the first place. She got irritated.

"Let me loose now!" she boomed.

"There," he said and unfolded his hands.

She scrambled to her feet and walked away in a huff.

Ben reached Sam then. "What was all that about, man?"

Sam smiled at his friend triumphantly. "What a woman, Ben! What a body! I was this close to kiss her."

Ben's jaw dropped. "Are you insane?" he said and shook his friend's shoulders as if trying to restore his loose mind.

"I'm in love with her, Ben," Sam stated simply.

"Uh oh, I'm outta here. I don't want to get expelled. You're on your own on this."

"Nothing will happen, man. She wants me too. I can tell."

"Well, don't get me involved anymore, Sam," Ben said, and turned to walk away.

"Watch this!" Sam gave him a nudge to get his attention again.

"Miss Evans," Sam called out.

She turned her head and he waved at her, casting a brilliant smile her way.

She picked up her pace and soon was out of sight. Sam burst into laughter.

***

Rita stormed into her house soaked in sweat. After what happened with Sam, she had really pushed herself and ran longer than usual to vent her frustration.

"Stupid kid," she mumbled once more. This had been her mantra throughout her workout. She toed off her trainers and kicked them to the corner angrily.

She went to the bathroom. Waiting for the bathtub to fill, she took off her sticky clothes and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. The rubber band had come loose and tendrils were in complete disarray.

"People saw me like that?" she squeaked, embarrassed by the image she was presenting. She climbed into the bath and lay down, resting her head on the brim. Stupid kid. All his fault. Probably happened when he threw me down. What the hell was he thinking? She closed her eyes and breathed deeply in and out to find some inner peace.

It had been two nerve-racking days. Firstly, the incident at Chris's office on Friday, and now this. Her eyes still closed, she felt her arms to see if she was hurt from falling. There was no pain, but she did feel a bit sore in places. Probably from running, she thought, but did wonder if she would find any bruises in the morning. It was fortunate she had landed on top of Sam, but he had squeezed her enough and she bruised easily.

She played the scene in her head again involuntarily. It had happened so quickly that she didn't have time to register everything then, like the heat emanating from his body as he was holding her so tight. The more she thought about it now, the more evident it became that the boy had something else in mind and that wasn't saving her from a ball she never saw anyway.

She laughed. Seems I have another admirer, she thought. I must admit he's a good-looking kid. He'll make any girl happy one day. She kept laughing. I'll have to keep an eye on him, though. This can't happen again. Chris will laugh when I tell him.

His name brought their intimate moment back in memory and her irritation grew once more. She couldn't forget the way she had let herself adrift in his hands. And he? Chris hadn't called her for two days. They almost had sex on his sofa, and he brushed it off as though nothing had happened.

"Stupid Rita," she said to herself, hitting her forehead with her palm. Stupid, stupid Rita. What's wrong with me? What if someone caught us? I'd be ridiculed through the whole school. What is it with this man that I can't resist him? A more pressing thought crept back into her mind, though, remembering the sound she had heard then.

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What if someone had indeed caught us?

She opened her eyes wide in panic.

***

On Monday morning, Rita entered the school building and walked directly to Chris's office. She had to talk to him about what had happened between them. She needed to know if they would be a couple or if it was just a horny moment for both of them.

"Miss Evans," a familiar voice called from behind.

"Yes, Sam?" she said, not appreciating being held up now.

He cast a wide smile at her. "Could I please talk to you?"

"I'm in a hurry, Sam," she replied, glancing at her watch for emphasis. "Can we do this later?"

"Please, Miss Evans. It's really important and it will only take a minute, I promise," he said with sad puppy eyes.

She sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'm listening."

"It's kinda private, so can we at least go to that corner over there?" he suggested.

"Sam, I don't have time for games. If you need to say something, say it now." She was growing impatient.

"Please, Miss Evans," he said again and looked around as if self-conscious that they were being watched. "Okay," she replied and walked to the corner.

He followed suit and stopped in front of her. Rita crossed her arms over her chest, irritated. "Go on, then." "Miss Evans, I'd like to apologize for what I did yesterday."

"Apology accepted," she said quickly. "Now if you'll excuse me."

He curled his hand around her arm and she stopped. "Miss Evans," he started and she turned to look at him again. "I know I misbehaved a little, but you have to understand that I am really sorry."

"It's okay, Sam. I've already accepted your apology. Now I really need to go," she said, but he wouldn't let go of her arm. "Sam, you're misbehaving again," she told him in a strict tone.

He let his hand drop. "I can't help it."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and though I know I shouldn't, I can't stop myself from touching you."

Rita dropped her jaw. "What?" she shrieked. "How dare you! I will report you to the principal."

"No, please don't. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I swear. I won't say anything again. I swear."

His eyes brimmed, and Rita couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He's just a kid, she thought. He made a silly mistake.

"Sam, leave this instant and behave from now on, or I'll report the matter to Principal Jones." She pointed to the corridor, dismissing him. He left without another word.

Rita shook her head in frustration. Why me, God, she wondered. She didn't know if she should scream or burst into laughter. Clearly, this was not going to be a good day at work, and after this, she had to face Chris as well. It will have to wait till later, she thought, hearing the bell ring, and walked to her class.

Sam watched her go into the classroom, instead of the principal's office and a wicked smile set on his lips. His scheming plan was working. He was going to keep her away from the principal, no matter what. If she thinks I'll behave, she's mistaken. Next time she won't know what hit her and she won't be able to say no to me.

He walked away jubilantly.

***

Chris was about to leave his office when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he said, throwing some papers in his briefcase.

"Do you have a minute, Chris? I'd like to talk to you." Rita closed the door behind her.

"I was ready to go home. Would you like to come with me and have lunch? We could talk there."

She gaped at him. "You're inviting me to your house?"

"We could go out to eat, but I'm rather tired and I'd prefer to spend some time with you in a quiet place." He noticed some sort of anxiety flashing in her eyes. Perhaps, he was going too fast, but after their little incident right in this very room, he saw no point in waiting any longer to make his move. He stepped closer to her and ran his hands down her arms soothingly. "I'm a good cook, don't worry," he joked. Rita gave him a timid smile and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "We'll have fun, Rita, and you can talk to me about whatever is troubling you." He grabbed his briefcase and turned to her again. "Shall we?" he said, reaching for her hand.

"Chris, we can't walk out of here holding hands. What will the students and the other teachers say if they see us?" she told him but didn't let go of his hand.

He laughed. "I'm the principal, honey. I can do whatever I want here." He looked straight into her eyes and a naughty thought crossed his mind. "I could even lock the door, and we can continue what we started the other day," he said and winked at her.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about and I..."

Her next words were drowned when Chris took her mouth in a fierce kiss. He let his briefcase drop and snaked his hands under her blouse palming her soft skin. Rita laced her fingers around his neck and held his head tight matching his kiss with her own ferocity.

When he left her lips to nibble her neck, she pleaded breathlessly, "The door is still unlocked. Someone might see us. We'd better go to your house."

Chris breathed against her skin, "That's a good idea. I can't hold it anymore. I need to feel you." He trailed a kiss over her shoulder. "We've waited long enough. Don't you agree?"

Rita nodded. "I guess you've just answered what I intended to ask you when I came in here."

Chris smiled. "Good! Then we can spend our time at home doing something much more pleasurable than talking."