"Mr. Corwin, what are you doing?" The teacher's sharp question broke through my oblivion. She wanted to know what I was doing. What was I doing? I looked down at the notepad in front of me only to find an extremely graphic, if somewhat crude, drawing staring back at me. I felt my face grow hot as I leaned over the desk in an effort to hide my work. "Bring it to me, now." It was not a request, it was a command. I desperately wanted to refuse, but I knew that would be a wasted effort. Slowly I rose from my desk clutching the now crumpled paper in my hand, and began the long walk to the front of the room. The silence was deafening as every eye in the room discretely followed my tortured journey to Miss Dolly's desk. Slowly I handed it to her and watched, trembling, as she first raised her eyebrows then blushed at my artwork. "Mr. Corwin, you may return to your seat at this time, but you will remain here after school to discuss this further." The tone of her voice made my stomach drop. I returned to my seat and resumed my math exercises, studiously ignoring the sidelong glances of my classmates.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but review what a terrible mistake I'd made. Here I was, just turned 18 last week, a new student in an exclusive private school that my parents could barely afford, making the worst first impression of my life. If I didn't get thrown out completely there would still be the inevitable parent-teacher conference where my shame would be displayed before my mother and father. On top of all that, Miss Dolly would probably hate me for the rest of the school year. I didn't want her to hate me, I wanted her to like me! I wanted her to like me the way I liked her. She was sweet and kind and an amazing teacher, like none I'd ever had before. Not only that, but with her curly red hair, emerald green eyes, and gentle curves she held a prominent place in my daydreams. Which is why the drawing she had taken made my position so much worse. I hadn't drawn any old dirty picture; I had drawn myself kneeling between the creamy white thighs of Miss Dolly, eagerly pleasuring her with my tongue. I dreaded what she would say to me after school, even more than I dreaded what she would say to my parents.
The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. Everyone gathered their books and headed out noisily. My twin sister knelt beside me for a moment, pretending to pick up something on the floor. "I'll cover for you at home JD" she whispered as she stood up again. I gave her a weak smile and mouthed the words "thank you" as she headed out the door. I love my sister. No matter what happens I know she'll be there for me.