Page 2 of Bad Teacher
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Devin
Miriam Fox.Substitue teacher and harbinger of wet dreams for every male--and a few female--second semester economics students. I, for one, had multiple daily jerkoff sessions imagining fucking her tight body six ways from Sunday.
The kicker was, I knew she was interested in me, too. She never said or did anything inappropriate, but I was about as subtle as a jackhammer. I blatantly flirted, no matter if we were surrounded by people or I managed to steal a few minutes alone with her. And every time, desire would flash in her gray eyes right before she averted her gaze and pushed her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose in that nervous way of hers that drove me crazy.
The day Ms. Fox stepped in as our sub for the rest of the year, none of the girls in my class held any interest for me. All I wanted was her, and I made it my mission to have her before I left for college. When I learned my dad’s landscaping company was scheduled to work on her yard towards the end of July, I had my mission date.
“You look the same,” I say, raking my eyes down her body appreciatively.
“Pardon?”
Miriam’s only twenty-six but sometimes when she’s in her role as teacher, she speaks like she’s twice that. And I’ll be damned if I know why, but her prim-and-proper demeanor wakes the animal inside me.
Since she appears to be rooted to her spot, I take slow steps in her direction. “It’s the middle of summer break, Ms. Fox. I thought you’d look different, more...casual. But you look like you just stepped out of a classroom.”
Raising a hand, she self-consciously tucks a strand of blond hair back into her bun. She wore her hair up in some style or another every day. It made my fingers itch to plow through it until it fell around her shoulders.
“I don’t dress like this at home.” She pauses like she’s not sure if she wants to explain further, then says, “I had an interview today.”
“Interview, huh? I suppose that’s as good a story as any.”
Miriam visibly bristles. “It’s not a story. Why else would I be dressed like this?”
“I think maybe you were hoping to do some role playing.”
“Role playing?”
I stop in front of her, and realize for the first time just how much bigger I am. She always wore sexy-as-fuck high heels as school, but flat-footed she’s probably only five-five to my six-three. She has to tip her head all the way back just to maintain eye contact with me this close.
Smirking, I say, “Yeah, role playing. You be the bad teacher and I’ll pretend to be your wicked student.”
“Devin, you are my student.”
“Not anymore. I graduated.” I give my abs a lazy scratch and pretend not to notice that her eyes follow the movement and her cheeks turn pink. “Got the diploma, the gold cords, and an acceptance letter to Notre Dame to prove it.”
She huffs in that adorable way that means she’s hit her limit with me. I heard it a lot this past semester. “It’s a moot point, Devin. I was your teacher. I will not now, nor will I ever, role play or anything else with you.”
Turning away from me, she notices the glass in her hand, which she then thrusts in my direction. I purposely graze her fingers with mine and internally puff up with male pride when goosebumps appear on her arm despite the ninety-degree heat.
“Just drink your lemonade and do...” She looks around her yard helplessly. “Whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing. Which is not rinsing your sweat off in my pool. If you want to cool off, use the garden hose.”
I don’t bother to hide the huge grin on my face as I answer in a husky voice, “Yes, ma’am.”
She gives me a prim nod, then she spins around and walks briskly toward the house. Before she shuts the French door, I call out to her. “Ms. Fox.” When she looks back at me over her shoulder, I ask, “Did you get the job?”
I know she was hoping to land a permanent position at the high school. I haven’t heard of any teachers retiring, but I stopped caring about Daley High as soon as I threw my cap in the air.
Her features soften and I’m rewarded with the smallest upward curve of her lips. “I won’t know for a couple of weeks, but...” She shrugs. “I think it went well.”
“Glad to hear it,” I say sincerely. “Thanks for the lemonade, Ms. Fox.”
“My pleasure, Devin.”
Not yet, it’s not, but it will be.
I convinced my parents to go on vacation and let me handle this job myself so that I had an entire week of uninterrupted time with the insanely sexy Miriam Fox. Now it’s my turn to teach her a thing or two, and I have a feeling she’s going to be a very, very good student.
