Tutored in Temptation

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 18 years of age. Obviously, this type of behaviour from a teacher is not condoned in real life.

I have introduced two new characters in this story in response to a request from a reader. I'm planning on writing a spin-off series based on them next year.

As this is my last story for the year, I'd like to acknowledge and thank 'Firsttimewriting' and 'Henry Hungwell' for all the feedback, support and encouragement that they have given me this year.

Finally, I would like to thank all the readers of my stories for the feedback and interest in my writing -- I hope that you continue to enjoy my writing into the future.

As always, all comments and feedback are welcomed.

HF

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"Good morning, Mrs Lancaster," the class chorused in response to Emily's arrival at the classroom door. Despite the students in the Lower Sixth Form English class being either 17 and 18 years old, the Prestwood School maintained some traditions that other schools thought quaint or belonged in the junior years. One of these traditions was the ritual greeting of their teacher at the beginning of the class.

"Good morning, class," Emily replied as she moved around her desk at the front of her classroom, her polished leather heels tapping lightly against the wooden floor. She placed her tablet and several books down on the desk as the students prepared themselves for the class -- one of Emily's favourites, Othello.

It was Monday morning and uncharacteristically sunny outside, or at least what passed for sunny in Surrey in December, the dull, winter sunlight streaming through the tall Victorian windows of the classroom, illuminating the lined-up desks and the eager -- or in some cases, indifferent -- faces of her students. Emily's shoulder-length chestnut brown hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and her fitted navy pencil skirt and white blouse gave her an air of professional poise -- perfect for her role as the Deputy Head of English at the school.

Yet beneath the polished exterior, and the smiling face, Emily's mind flickered with unbidden memories of the Saturday just past. Every one of the students in the class would have been stunned and shocked if they knew what had transpired between their beloved English teacher and one of their fellow students in the Upper Sixth Form, Darius Okoro, at the highly anticipated final football game of the year between Prestwood and their arch rivals, St. Mark's School.

His hands gripped her hips as he stood behind her in the cramped storage room. The sound of his breathing, the weight of him against her, the unrelenting need in his touch. The feeling of him entering her from behind, his black cock burrowing into her married pussy. Her soft, passionate moans, muffled by her hand, lest his nearby teammates realise what was happening. The warm, wet rush of his potent African seed flooding her English womb.

Emily shook herself inwardly, doing her best to keep her expression calm. Focus, Emily. Focus.

"Right," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning in her mind. She had to stay focused; no one could know about what she and Darius had been doing. It had been a risk, the first time that had taken such a risk at school. Deep down, though, she felt an illicit twinge of excitement from what they had done as if the risk had been a drug... and she wanted more. She pushed this disconcerting realisation aside. "This morning, we'll be starting work on a group assignment to explore the themes of power and manipulation in Shakespeare's Othello. By the end of the period, you need to present an outline of your approach. The final presentation will be done when we return after the break in January." She paused, looking around the class for any questions. There were none, yet and she continued. "I've decided to pair you up randomly, so listen carefully for your partner."

The class exchanged glances, some groaning softly at the prospect of being paired with someone they wouldn't have chosen. Despite the conflicting thoughts in her mind about her ongoing affair with Darius, Emily suppressed a smile. Group work was always a wildcard.

As she started randomly pairing students, her eyes landed on Genevieve Fairfax, sitting at the back. Genevieve, with her neat brunette ponytail and a pair of glasses perched on her nose, always seemed content to keep to herself. The slim, willowy girl was bright but reserved, rarely speaking unless called upon.

"Genevieve Fairfax," Emily called, her gaze sweeping the room. Who to pick for her? "You'll be working with..." She paused, her eyes flicking to a boy two rows ahead. "Matthew Odinga."

Matthew looked up, startled. Tall and broad-shouldered, with close-cropped black hair, dark brown skin and an easy smile, he was the son of a Kenyan diplomat stationed in London. He was confident, articulate, and well-liked, though his natural charm often made it easy for him to coast through assignments without much effort.

Genevieve blinked, clearly surprised, while Matthew raised an eyebrow, his expression mildly amused.

"You two haven't worked together before," Emily said smoothly, addressing the class as much as them, "but I think this will be an excellent opportunity to challenge each other and bring out some fresh perspectives. Matthew, I expect you to take this seriously. Genevieve, I know you'll keep him on track."

A few snickers rippled through the class, and Matthew gave a mock salute, drawing a faint smile from Genevieve. Or was it a grimace, Emily thought to herself? No matter, she needs to come out of her shell more, this will help her.

Emily's lips twitched in approval as she moved on to assign the next pair. Outwardly, she remained composed, but her thoughts wandered again, this time to the two students she had just paired. An unlikely pairing, much like her and Darius.

Will Genevieve's quiet precision clash with Matthew's relaxed charm? Or will they surprise me?

She glanced at the clock. Forty minutes left in the period. As the students began to move their desks and settle into their newly assigned groups, Emily moved around the room, offering guidance and answering questions.

"Remember," she said, stopping by Genevieve and Matthew's desk, "it's not just about summarising the text. Look deeper into the dynamics between Othello and Iago, and think about how power shifts throughout the play. Make your analysis sharp."

Genevieve nodded earnestly, already jotting down notes in her meticulous handwriting, while Matthew gave an easy grin. "We've got this, Mrs. Lancaster."

Emily smiled faintly, her professional mask firmly in place. Yet even as she focused on her students, a faint heat curled in her chest. As she glanced back at Matthew and Geniveve sitting together, she thought of the way Darius had looked at her, the way his touch had ignited something she hadn't felt in years. Her gaze momentarily flickered to the window, where the frost on the panes caught the light, her mind drifting back again to the weekend and her most recent encounter with Darius.

What am I doing? she thought, a pang of guilt mingling with the thrill of her secret. It was a heady mixture of emotions, one that she now started to crave more and more.

Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to the classroom. "You've got fifteen minutes left. Make them count."

The classroom buzzed with activity as the paired students prepared their initial presentations, but Emily's thoughts remained tangled between her responsibilities and the echoes of her choices. Teacher and tutor. Wife and Mother. Lover and Adulteress. The weight of her double life settled heavily on her, even as she reminded herself to stay focused, for her students and for herself. She willed herself to be calm, composed, but, nonetheless, Emily had a disconcerting feeling that, somehow, things were going to get even more complicated in her life.

*****

Emily walked down the bustling hallway of Prestwood School, the rhythmic echo of her heels on the hallway floor blending with the laughter and chatter of students. It was mid-afternoon, and she was making her way to her next class. As she did, she mentally reviewed the work she needed to complete before the upcoming Christmas and New Year break. With a sigh, she realised that she hadn't made her hotel booking for the educational conference in Edinburgh just after New Year. I'd better get that done soon...

As she passed students in the hallway, she nodded in response to their greetings, her naturally friendly demeanour coming to the fore, despite the lingering sense of guilt that seemed to hang over her. She saw Geneiveve approaching and stopped her with a small smile.

"Genevieve, I just wanted to talk about this morning... that was a good presentation and plan for your assignment with Matthew."

"Thanks, Miss. I've never really worked with him, so it was good, I guess. We're going to meet up later in the library to work out how to tackle the allocation of work."

Emily smiled at her student. "That's very good. Let me know if you have any questions, ok?"

"Yes, Miss," Genevieve replied as Emily nodded and continued on her way. She felt a little buzz in the pit of her stomach -- pairing the young English girl with the young African boy felt like a good way to help bring her out of her shell.

As she passed the corner near the lockers in the Upper Sixth Form area, her attention was caught by a familiar voice. Darius stood with a group of his friends, his tall frame leaning casually against the wooden lockers. He was dressed in the standard Prestwood School uniform, but the blazer pulled slightly across his broad shoulders, accentuating his athletic build. The sight of him brought a flutter in the pit of Emily's stomach and a tingling warmth between her legs and she struggled to keep her composure in front of the other students.

"Mate, you seriously think we're gonna smash St. Michael's next year?" one of his friends asked, his voice filled with excitement.

Darius chuckled, the deep sound resonating warmly. "Bruv, they've got nothin' on us. You saw how we played on the weekend. If we keep that up, they're done for."

The others laughed, a mixture of camaraderie and confidence hanging in the air around the group of young men. Emily felt a twinge of curiosity as she watched him. When Darius spoke to her, there was a marked difference in his tone -- polished, measured, as though he was consciously aligning himself to a different standard to the one that he used around his friends and peers.

Not wanting to linger and draw attention, Emily moved past, not letting herself get too distracted as she made her way to her classroom, aware that they could do nothing to draw attention to their illicit affair. Today, being a Monday, she had a tutoring session with Darius. She would speak to him then. The thought stirred a mix of anticipation and guilt, feelings she pushed aside as she reached her desk in her office and placed down her materials.

The remainder of the day went fairly quickly, Emily being able to immerse herself in her work as a way to avoid the distracting thoughts of the young Nigerian teenager she was now passionately involved with in a torrid affair. There's nothing like a review of the Department's budget to distract you, she mused to herself, trying to make sense of the allocations.

That afternoon, after the classes were finished for the day, Emily collected her materials for Darius's tutoring session and made her way to their tutoring room, the twinge of excitement in the pit of her stomach returning as she anticipated seeing her young lover again. However, she was careful to keep her expression neutral as she passed the other students and teachers getting ready to leave for the day. This was her tutoring time with Darius, but both of them were exceptionally careful to never discuss their affair at school.

She reached the room and set up her material, getting ready for the session. A few minutes later, Darius walked in, his expression shifting from casual ease to something more serious as he closed the door behind him. His dark eyes met hers, and he offered a small smile.

"Mrs Lancaster," he said, his voice softer now, the relaxed slang that she had overheard from earlier in the day replaced with careful diction.

"Darius," she acknowledged, motioning for him to take a seat across from her. If anyone had looked into the room, it would have looked perfectly normal, but the reality was very different.

They started going over his coursework, the silence punctuated only by the scratching of pen on paper and the occasional flip of a page. Emily glanced at him as he worked. His brow was furrowed in concentration, a look she had come to recognise as a sign of his determination. His determination to succeed in all facets of his life, not just football.

"You're doing well," she said after a while, breaking the quiet stillness of the room.

Darius looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his dark face. "Thanks. I've been trying."

There was a moment of hesitation before Emily spoke again. "I heard you in the corridor earlier today, talking with your friends. I... I've been meaning to ask you about this for a while. It... it's different, the way you speak with them and the way you speak with me."

A shadow of discomfort passed over his features, and he shifted slightly in his chair. "Yeah, I guess it is," he said, a touch guardedly.

Emily's tone softened, her blue eyes looking at him with a mix of tenderness and sympathy. "It's not a bad thing. I was just curious."

He looked down at his hands, the strong, calloused fingers flexing for a moment before he met her gaze again. "When I first came here, I knew people would see me as just another kid who's good at football. It's not enough for me. I want to be more than that. So, I try to... I don't know, sound different. Prove that I'm serious about my education. Not just football."

Emily felt a warmth in her chest, admiration mixing with an unexpected ache. Every conversation, every secret encounter allowed her to learn more about the young teenager that had stolen her heart. "I understand. I really do. It's hard to balance being yourself and fitting in. Sometimes especially more so in a place like this."

He nodded, a small smile breaking through his earlier unease. "Yeah. But it's worth it, I think."

They returned to the work in front of them, the room settling into a comfortable silence once more as the pair continued their session, Emily's thoughts drifting from the English material towards her growing attraction towards Darius. She didn't think it was love, yet... but she knew she was on a slippery path towards that outcome. As much as that should have scared her, she realised it didn't, and she felt a twinge of anticipation to discover where this relationship might take them.

*****

Emily strolled down the cobbled streets of Guildford with Jonathan and Sophie, the cold December air nipping at her cheeks. It was the weekend, and they were out doing some Christmas shopping. Along with half the population of Guildford, it seemed, as she glanced around at the crowds. Actually, Emily was the one doing the shopping, her husband and daughter seemed more preoccupied in their discussion around mugs of steaming hot chocolate. The English teacher shook her head as her husband acquiesced to her daughter's playful request for extra marshmallows.

Around them, the streets were filled with the sounds of bustling shoppers, holiday music, and the clinking of coffee cups as people enjoyed warm drinks in nearby footpath cafés. Emily was bundled in her olive-green Barbour jacket, her grey wool skirt swishing around her legs as they moved from store to store. She mentally reviewed the list of gifts she was looking for: something for her parents, the new doll that Sophie had been asking for, a shaving kit for Jonathan... and maybe a special present that she would keep secret from her family.

Jonathan held Sophie's hand as they made their way to one of the high-end department stores. He was in a relaxed mood, his workload having eased a little in the run-up to Christmas, which meant more time at home lately. Emily realised that this was both a blessing and curse -- she loved the idea that her husband was home more to spend time with her and Sophie, but part of her longed for the opportunities to see Darius. The dichotomy of the situation was a constant source of anxiety and tension in the back of her mind.

Emily watched as Jonathan and Sophie walked together in front of her as they made their way down the footpath. He and Sophie had been chatting about what she wanted from Father Christmas, and Emily couldn't help but smile at their interaction, painfully aware that, despite the absences due to his work, he was doing his best to be a good husband and father. This realisation caused another twinge of guilt that she was careful to suppress. Focus, Em... no one can know what's going on.

Despite the warmth of her family around her, Emily's thoughts kept drifting, almost uncontrollably, back to Darius. It had been a few days since their last secret encounter at the football game, and while they had agreed from the start of their affair to be discreet and careful, she found herself thinking about him more often than she liked to admit, especially now around such a festive time of the year. She felt a small pang of guilt each time she allowed her mind to wander, but the more it happened, the more natural it started to seem to her.

As they entered the department store, the rush of warm air greeted them, and Emily busied herself looking at a display of scarves, trying to focus on the task at hand. Sophie darted off to the children's section with Jonathan, leaving Emily to wander alone for a moment. As she moved through the aisles, she caught sight of a tall, dark-skinned man across the way, standing by the men's winter coats. He was trying on a sleek black woollen coat, and the way he moved with subtle, but undeniable, confidence, drew her attention instantly.

She found herself staring at him, something that had become a somewhat of a habit recently. Since she'd started her affair with Darius back in October, she had begun noticing Black men more frequently, their presence pulling at her awareness in a way that felt strange, unfamiliar, arousing. She couldn't help but wonder if her newfound attraction to them had been awakened by Darius -- by the way he made her feel, by the intensity of their forbidden connection. And yet, it wasn't just Darius. She had noticed herself looking at other Black men, thinking about them in ways she hadn't before.

As she glanced up again, the man caught her eye. He smiled faintly, a polite but knowing smile. Emily felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks as she blushed. She looked away, pretending to inspect a nearby rack of hats, but her pulse quickened as she realised his gaze was lingering longer than expected on her. The simple, fleeting exchange left her feeling slightly giddy, and she wondered if it was because of what she was doing with Darius.

Was she subtly flirting? She didn't know... perhaps, it was, she thought to herself. It had been a long time since she had flirted with anyone, let alone a stranger. But now, being with Darius had somehow made her more aware of herself, her sexuality, and how she interacted with men -- especially Black men.

Jonathan and Sophie returned, breaking her train of thought. Jonathan had a new pair of gloves in hand for himself and a small red scarf Sophie had picked out as a present. "Ready to head to the next shop, Em?" he asked, a smile on his face.