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.
This part contains some concepts and ideas regarding race that readers may find objectionable -- please remember that this is a fictional story only.
Several new characters have been introduced in this and other recent entries in this series. Their respective stories will be continued in the 'Prestwood' series, with 'Tutored in Temptation' continuing to remain focused on Emily and Darius's story.
As always, all comments and feedback are welcomed.
HF
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The soft noise of rain splattering against the windows filled the kitchen with a relaxing tinkling sound -- another typical English winter's day, Emily thought to herself as she idly glanced out the window at the leaden grey skies. Still, it was warm and cozy inside the Lancaster residence, with the kitchen warmed by the cooktop and a fire blazing in the living room fireplace. For a second, she could almost forget the dual lives she was leading. Almost.
The preceding week had been hectic for Emily and her family; the beginning of the Spring Term at the Prestwood School, Jonathan returning full-time to the office after the Christmas and New Year period and the multitude of other smaller tasks necessary to keep her household running. She was grateful for the efforts of their nanny, Clara, over the past several weeks, without her support and assistance, things would have been so much more difficult, especially with Emily's recent trip to Edinburgh. That reminds me, I need to get some cash out to pay her... she thought to herself.
Spring Term had exploded upon her with all the chaotic energy she had expected, despite her preparations. I wonder if Mr. Sims has finished marking those assessments, she mused, aware that the deadline had already passed. He was a good teacher, just hopeless with his administration. Emily wondered how many nights she would have to stay up entering the results into the system on his behalf.
The first week of term had been full of meetings, lessons and all the other minutiae that occupied the attentions of the teaching staff at the Prestwood School. Her notes from the visit to the educational conference in Edinburgh the week before school had returned had been well received by the headmaster and the other staff. More performance punishment, she thought to herself as the headmaster had breezily asked her in a faculty meeting to prepare a series of staff development presentations on the insights she'd obtained at the conference.
It wasn't just the educational outcomes and insights into new learning techniques that had occupied her attention after the conference. Her discussions with Chris and Malachi still lingered in the back of her mind; she didn't know how to tackle either of them or what they meant for her yet, or her relationship with Darius. Darius -- her teenage Nigerian lover, had been the focus of her waking thoughts since returning from Edinburgh with him.
The brief few days away with him in Scotland had been a cathartic experience for both of them. It had unlocked a deeper level of intimacy and understanding between them. Even now she trembled slightly as she recalled the words that she'd spoken to him: I love you. Three simple words with so much power.
They had seen each other over the past few days, passing each other in the hallways and during their scheduled tutoring sessions. During these sessions, they had said nothing about their time away together, as per their agreement, but they didn't need to. The look in their eyes as they gazed at each other said it all.
Emily still didn't know where their relationship was heading but both of them had resolved to see it through, no matter what. Looming over them was his impending move to Birmingham to attend the Ashford United Football Academy at the end of the academic year and they both knew some hard decisions would need to be made between now and then. Nonetheless, Darius was still a student, and Emily was still one of his teachers, with a responsibility for his personal and academic development, a responsibility, despite their relationship, that she took very seriously.
Her mind flitted back to his latest results that she'd reviewed during the week. His performance across the board had shown a remarkable turnaround. Thanks to me, she thought to herself with a little smile. She'd spoken with his other teachers, and they'd agreed that the talented young footballer was certainly on track to perform well in his final exams. Emily recalled the headmaster's words to her when she'd spoken to him about Darius: "Well done, Emily. You certainly have a talent for bringing out the best in people. I'm impressed with how well you've committed yourself to Darius's development."
If only he knew, Emily mused, how 'committed' she had truly been to Darius's development. Particularly his development in the bedroom... the married English woman was still surprised at how good the Nigerian teenager was in bed, given his young age. She knew from their discussions that he'd had several girlfriends before her, but it was as if they had connected on such an intimate level that he knew intuitively what she wanted. Being blessed with a beautiful long black cock and the stamina of a trained athlete had certainly helped. Emily couldn't count the number of times she had been lying there at the end of an encounter with him, covered in sweat, panting as if she'd just run a marathon.
Despite the anxiety and uncertainty over where their relationship was going, Emily felt a true sense of affection and, indeed, love for her young Nigerian student. He had so much potential, such youthful vitality, such charm, all wrapped in the perfect toned, black body. She genuinely wanted him to succeed in life and she knew that with his skills on the football pitch and his personality, he would clearly go far in life.
Part of her still wondered how he'd been pushed down this path. He was clearly a natural athlete, but from what he'd told her, his parents had played a significant role in encouraging and supporting him. Emily wondered what they were like, and she would know shortly, having arranged a meeting with them to discuss Darius's performance through the tutoring sessions she'd had with him over the past several months.
Darius had mentioned that they were somewhat conservative with a clear preference for him to focus on his football career and avoid being distracted by girls like so many other teenage boys were. According to Darius they had not approved of his last girlfriend, a blonde British girl; apparently preferring him to date within his race. I'm guessing they would not be thrilled to hear that their son is in a torrid relationship with his married White teacher, she mused humourlessly to herself.
This thought caused another thought to bubble to the surface in her mind. Something that Malachi had spoken about to her at the recent conference in Edinburgh, about breaking down barriers between Black and White people. From what he'd said to her, he believed that it was White people that had erected the barriers, entrenching privilege in the educational and other systems in society.
Perhaps it's not just White people, she thought to herself as she moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner for her family. This thought triggered a reminder in her mind; she hadn't reached out to Malachi since the conference, though she had mulled over it several times. His thoughts and ideas had been... challenging, particularly in light of her relationship with Darius. But they had also intrigued her, which is why she hadn't dismissed him from her mind.
Enough, Em... focus on the now. On your family. Darius, Malachi... interracial relationships... all of that can wait till later... she told herself as she stood stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce on the hob, the rich aroma of tomatoes, garlic, and basil filling the air of their well-appointed kitchen. The aromas and rhythmic sound of the wooden spoon scraping against the pot provided a momentary distraction from her thoughts. Her mind, however, continued to be drawn back away from the present to focus on her lingering on memories of Edinburgh and the stolen hours she had spent with Darius in their hotel room. The way he made her feel alive in ways she hadn't felt in so long crept into her thoughts despite her attempts to focus on dinner.
"Mummy..." came a small, tired voice from the doorway, immediately drawing her back to the present and the needs of her family, particularly her daughter.
