This story is submitted on behalf of a friend who prefers to remain anonymous... please let us know what you think.
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I was grateful the day had ended. 4pm and the last of the kids were noisily emptying the corridors on their way home. Out of the window I could see a few cars left in the car park and in the room next-door Mrs. Benson was clattering around adjusting the chairs. The afternoon had dragged and to add to it all I had to sit through the two afternoon periods marking textbooks at the back of my class. Our new trainee teacher John had been taking the lessons and with the drone of his deep voice and the screeches of a few unruly kids I had just about had enough for the day. I was looking forward to getting home to a gin and tonic and a night in front of the TV.
I picked up my bag and a few books and looked through the side door that adjoins my class to Mrs. Bensons. She was just about finished moving the last of the chairs and I shouted goodnight through the door to her. She looked up and acknowledged me and before I knew it I was out in the empty corridor and heading for the main entrance with the click of my heels echoing behind me. Keys in hand I swung the door open into the warm, dimming afternoon and made for my car. Adjusting my skirt and with the car in first gear I revved around the side of the building and just as I was about to near the exit I realised something. Damn! I had forgotten to pick up John's lesson plans, which I was meant to be checking for him that evening.
I pulled sharply up by the sidewall and dashed out of the car and back around into the main entrance. The door was still open and as I walked up to the English department I could hear the cleaners making their slow rounds at the other side of the building. As I opened the door to my darkening room I could see the files where I had left them on the far table against the wall. I sauntered over and picked them up, quickly leafing through them to make sure they were all there and as I did so I heard Mrs. Bensons voice through the adjoining door, muffled slightly , but she seemed to be talking to someone. I took two steps to our adjoining door and peeked through the little head height window. Hmmm I thought. Wonder who that could be?
The view I saw then was slightly confusing at first. There was John sat in a chair and for all the world it looked like Mrs. Benson was scolding him for something. I leaned in closer to see if I could hear the words and then I heard her say clearly, "So you've come back again John? I thought you would". I could only see her back and she was slightly blocking my view of John but at the same time she was undoing the clasp to her hair. I had never seen Mrs. Benson with her hair down. She was our department head in English and had always seemed a stern and stuffy forty year old to me in the year that I had been here. Her shiny hair cascaded down in sheets across her neck and shoulders. I was still confused.
"Are you going to sit there and do what I tell you again?" she asked. She had moved ever so slightly and I saw the side of John's head as he nodded slowly. "I'm ever so excited John" she breathed, "I've been thinking about nothing else all day. " I noticed the curve of her full hips in her brown tweed skirt and as she removed the matching tweed top I thought that her voice sounded different. "Will you do it again for me John? Will you get it out for me and make it all hard?"
I shuddered at the words... what was she saying?... was it what I thought it was? John nodded his head again dumbly and as Mrs. Benson leaned over to drop her jacket on her desk I clearly saw John reaching for the zip on his trouser. And then, unmistakably, I saw the outline of what appeared to be a very stiff erection in his trousers. I gulped quickly and darted my eyes over to my own door just in case. All safe. Looking back, Mrs. Benson had blocked my view again but her words said it all. "Ohh John, it's magnificent. So shiny and stiff. Did you do that for me John? Did you?"
