When I got home, Roger was already waiting for me.
He was sitting on the couch and had that look of his. The look that said we need to talk.
"What is going on?" i asked innocently.
"What's going on? Really? Look what time it is. You've been coming home late almost every day. You always have something to do. Grading papers, tutoring students, helping other teachers, extracurricular activities. Always something, something better than me."
Instead of backing down, I stroke back.
"Oh, you're the one to talk. Since your promotion, you've been like a ghost. You leave early in the morning and come back late at night. Some days I haven't even seen you. Our sex life was non-existent. And everything I did was to try to spice things up because I thought that you might be more interested then."
"But I'm here now. I cut my working hours to half. Because I wanna spend more time with you."
"Well, maybe you should have thought about that sooner. I had to find something else to keep myself occupied. And I like my job now. I don't wanna give it up."
"Not even for our marriage?"
"I'll try to find more time but don't ask me to take that time from my students. They need me."
"They have other teachers. Why would they need you? It's just a job Jen."
"You see. There, you don't understand. It's not just a job to me. It's more than that. It's a responsibility. If I can help those kids to better lives, I should. I want to, and I will."
"Okay, so you're choosing your job over me."
"It's not like that. If you could just understand what my job means to me."
"Yeah, guess I don't."
"Where are you going?"
"Out!" He said and slammed the door.
"Roger!" I shouted after him.
"Fuck." I said down on the couch.
I felt guilty. I knew I lied to him. It wasn't about the job. It was about Nick and frankly all the other boys. Tonight was one of the best experiences I've ever had.
On one hand, I felt guilty about lying to Roger and cheating on him but on the other, I didn't regret doing it.
I was tired, so I went to sleep.
When I woke up, Roger wasn't home. I was relieved. I looked at my phone and saw several notifications. I was added to some group chat.
When I opened my phone, I saw all the names. Marcus, Will, Sam, Corey, Chris, Jacob, Reggie, Ty, Jordan, Billy and Nick.
I scrolled through the chat. There were messages about me. Pictures of me, that Nick took.
They knew from the beginning. They were planning it.
Texts about me. How hot I am. How they would fuck me. They discussed my outfits.
I scrambled all of my courage and texted.
Me:
Hey, guys.
Marcus:
Oh shit, hey, Mrs. J.
Sam:
How you doing, Mrs. J?
Me:
Good, a bit sore.
Reggie:
I would think so
Billy:
There's so much more to comeπ
Me:
Oh, really?
Billy:
Don't be so curious.
Jordan:
Yo, Mrs. J. send us something.
Me:
What do you mean?
Corey: Some juicy picsπ
I took a deep breath and then took my pajamas off.
I put my phone on a wardrobe and made a sexy pose. A flash.
And another pose, and another.
I took a picture of me on my knees with my tongue stuck out.
A picture of me lying on the bed with my legs spread.
I hesitated for a second, and then I hit send.
Reggie:
Oh god damn
Jacob:
Wow, so hot
Will:
I'd fuck you right there, Mrs. J.
Corey:
How could someone resist this pussy
Jordan:
You are a proper slut, Mrs. J.
Ty:
πnaughty
Billy:
Well done, teach
Marcus:
Oh shit, this bitch
Sam:
This begs for a good fuck
Chris:
You're so beautiful, Mrs. J. π
The only two people who didn't react to my pictures were Nick and someone without a name or a profile picture. He actually didn't text anything at all.
Me:
Well, thank you, boysπ
Unknown number: Look at that, another white whore that craves a black cock.
Me:
Who are you? Do I know you?
Unknown number: No, you don't, slut. But I'm pretty sure you'd love to.
Me:
Then why don't you show up, instead of talking?
Unknown number: Oh, I will. Don't worry slut.
That was the last thing he wrote.
In the afternoon, I heard a ring.
I opened my phone quickly.
Reggie:
Yo, teach. You wanna come to the football game tonight?
Ty:
Yeah come on Mrs. J It's an important game. We have to win to make the playoffs
Corey:
That's right Mrs. J. Come to cheer for us. You might get a little reward if we winπ
Me:
Okay, I'll be there π
The game started at seven. I arrived at six thirty.
I met some other teachers. When they asked me what I was doing here, at a football game, I said that I came to support the school.
The first half didn't go well. We were losing 21 to 5.
I went to the locker room and locked the door behind me.