Lauren took her time getting ready that morning. She carefully chose her outfit, standing in front of her closet for what seemed like hours. She stood in her lacy underwear, fingering them lightly, glad she could still feel feminine under the amour of professionalism she would be forced to wear.
She finally chose a navy blue suit with matching pumps, deciding against wearing a shirt under her jacket. The neckline dipped a little with the promise of revealing a little too much. In spite of herself, she positioned it to prevent it from slipping and exposing her bra. It would be nice to show her softer side, but she couldn't, not to a roomful of hormone-raging young boys.
She had just graduated from college and was eager to jump into the workforce head-on. She'd taken this job as a substitute teacher at an all boys prep school to get her feet wet. She eventually hoped to get her masters degree and work on the college level. But first things first, she had to get through her first day.
When she was finally dressed, she gave herself a last once-over, straightening her glasses and smoothing her hair back tighter into its bun. Satisfied, she headed out the door, briefcase in tow. She was very nervous as she drove in, wondering what she was in store for.
Once she got to the school, she checked in at the office and headed to her assigned room. She quickly read over the lesson plan, almost wishing there was more to do. She closed her eyes and relaxed, calming herself before the boys arrived. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting like that when she felt someone watching her.
Her eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, her eyes focusing on a boy sitting in the back of the room.
"Have a nice sleep?" he joked, flashing a brilliant set of teeth, dimples dotting his full cheeks. He was gorgeous! Even across the room she could see his hazel eyes and dark curly hair. His lips were full and pink. She was so drawn into him she forgot to respond.
"Uh, no, I wasn't sleeping-"
"Sure. Just don't do it during class. No telling what could happen."
"Yeah I guess you're right," she murmured, wondering if she imagined the secret gleam in his eyes. She looked down quickly, trying to focus on the lesson plans. She reminded herself that though it had been a while, she couldn't allow herself to get desperate enough to start fantasizing about teenaged boys. By the time she looked up again, more boys were filing in and the room was almost full.
When the bell rang she gave the boys their assignment, reading a book while they worked silently. She would look up momentarily from time to time to make sure they were working.
She looked once to find the boy in the back watching her. He sat with his pen in his mouth, staring at her wistfully. She watched him for a moment, about to ask if he needed something when she noticed his tongue flick out and hit the top of the pen, flicking it in and out quickly.
Lauren looked away, her face growing hot. She must have seen him incorrectly, though she hoped not. He really was fine, even if he was too young. She shook it off and went back to her book.
The next day, Lauren went back to the school, dressed again in a sensible suit. Once again the boy, whose name she'd found out was Charlie, once again sat in the back of the room. Today he sat openly watching her during most of the class period, periodically looking down long enough to jot something down on his notebook. Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her seat, getting turned on in spite of herself. She had to get herself under control! She couldn't let this kid do this to her!
She looked up meeting his eyes squarely. He leaned back, smiling slightly and placing his pen in his mouth again, flicking the tip with his tongue again, only faster. She had to take control of the situation and fast.
She stood slowly, walking back to where the boy sat. She bent slowly, trying not to notice as his eyes slipped down her shirt, then back up to her eyes again.
"Is there anything you need help with?"
"Well…"
"I mean you seem to be having problems with your schoolwork."
"I'm not having any problems with it. See for yourself," he said, motioning to his paper. She leaned in closer to look at his paper, noticing his eyes slipping inside her shirt once again. She hadn't taken the great pains to hide her bra today. She knew he could see it and not only did it not bother her, it excited her beyond belief. She glanced at his paper on which he'd written: "How about some after school detention?" She straightened herself up, trying to calm herself down enough to speak.
"Very funny Mr. Felder. Please just do your work. If you have any questions I'll be up front. She reached her desk as steadily as she could, the boy's words rolling in her head. So he was interested! She sat at her desk, sneaking a look at the boy who had settled into his schoolwork. He looked up just in time to catch the secret smile she flashed him before disappearing behind a book on the phases of the moon. He smiled to himself before settling back into his work.
Lauren went back to the school the next day with a new resolve. She didn't know what she was afraid of. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He was younger than her, but not by that much. He was eighteen after all. She made sure to check his records that morning before coming to class. If she was going to do this, she at least wanted to make sure she wasn't committing a crime. When she got to class she announced that it was her last day. She brushed off the obligatory responses, putting the boys right to work, avoiding Charlie who she could feel watching her. As the boys settled in to work, she snuck a look at him. He was watching her with his pen in his mouth again. He slowly smiled at her secretly, writing something down on his notepad and looking back up at her. She slowly licked her lips, trying not to appear too eager.
She focused on her book on how the moon affects behavior. She felt there must be a full moon coming out later that night because she could feel that she was about to do something completely outside her character.
She slowly waited a beat and finally pushed herself up out of her chair, slowly walking up and down each of the aisles, pretending to examine each of the boy's papers. She didn't really care whether or not they had done their work. There was only one paper she cared to see.
She finally made it to Charlie's desk and paused, taking a deep breath when she saw the same message from the day before scrawled on his paper. "Mr. Felder, just because I'm not going to be here tomorrow doesn't mean you can get away with work like this. You know better. Here I'll get you started," she said, noting a time of 3:30 next to his request.
"You're right Ms. Means. Can't get over on you."
"Maybe you can get off on me," she said, walking slowly back to her desk.
