Janelle was one of the good students. Not only did she come to class on time, do her homework consistently and participate in class, she was a stunner that didn't use her looks to exploit the social structure. She was kind to everyone, as I could see, and had a great sense of humour. I'd only been a teacher for a couple of years, but students like her were rare. I taught English and Math at that time, she had me for both subjects. Though her English was superb, she struggled with Math.
I liked the school I worked at. It was liberal, with a fantastic graduation stats and motivated kids. They didn't care that I was gay and the faculty had made my ex-girlfriend feel welcome at all staff-spouse events. The students knew I was gay and, although there were always the dumb questions to field and the pushing of boundaries, they had accepted it pretty quickly. I taught grade 13, so they were eighteen and surprisingly worldly and empathic. A few had definitely commented on how good-looking my ex was, Janelle included.
I guess I just never saw it coming? I had assumed that a girl like that would get a crush on a woman in university and not in high school...and I didn't think it would be on a teacher. I didn't think it would be on me. I mean, I dress very well and take good care of my body. I'd always been spoiled with the caliber of women in my dating roster. I made the kids laugh a lot and was always available for extra help or tutoring. I talked to them about sex or drugs or their parents and had always had a good rapport. There were the few misguided, depressed gay kids that had come to me before, but it had never been like this. Tutoring after school hours may have been a mistake...
Janelle came to me a two months after school started, after class, with a test she'd gotten 75% on.
"I need this changed. I can't have this!" She slid the paper across my desk and made a mocked face of doom.
I laughed, "You get the stuff, Janelle, you just need confidence."
She looked incredible that day -- her body was perfect, her brown hair was thick and wavy, great smile, unbelievable ass. She always seemed to have a tan and her blue eyes were striking.
"Where do I buy that? Can I buy that from you? Do you sell that on your downtime?" She teased me and I blushed despite myself. I was always able to keep up the banter with kids, but sometimes the way that Janelle looked at me when she teased me brought me back to high school and I would clam up.
"We could do some tutoring after school, yeah? Do Tuesday's work for you? It's my only day."
"Sure!" She flashed that massive smile and my stomach flip-flopped.
"Ha! Glad you're stoked to learn math, that actually may be a mental deficiency -- Resource Room, see you there."
"You'll make it funnnnn," she giggled at me and I gave her an inquisitive look that she just laughed off while walking out the door.
The first Tuesday went fine. The room is small and can get hot, so she was in a skirt and pulled off her sweater to reveal a tank top that was dangerously sexy. But, I allowed it. I'm a professional. Our heads were dipped together as we went through the problems and when she would get them right, she would get so excited I couldn't help but laugh and she would giggle and we would fist bump and I would feel like a nerd, getting so hyped for her.
Her foot accidentally hit my leg a couple times, but she apologized like it was nothing. The first Tuesday was fine; the second Tuesday, too; the third Tuesday...
We were sitting at our usual table at the back and slightly out of view from the closed door of the Resource Room. There were kids getting out of clubs all evening so it was loud and best if we kept it closed. I was helping Janelle with a particularly hard question and she had her brow furrowed, chewing her pencil. I was leaned in, underlining the important parts of the question when I felt a soft hand on my inner thigh and a shock ran straight through my body.
"Jesus!" I pushed my chair back so hard I fell. I could feel my face was red. I got up and Janelle was laughing at me.
"Sorry! Sorry! Your face right now...sorry" She was laughing and picking my chair up. "Sorry, total mistake."
"Absolutely, Janelle, what was that? Do we have to quit these session?" I was angry. More so, confused and un-fucking-believably aroused. I wanted to take a handful of her hair, slowly pull her head back and put my tongue in her mouth that second. Kiss her deep, slide my hand down her shirt and grab one of those soft, tiny tits.
Instead, I let her reassure me it was an accident, sat down at the table and tried to compose myself.
It wasn't five minutes before it happened again. This time, I just stopped talking -- stopped trying to explain the math problem -- and felt my face go hot. We were both still staring at the picture, but her hand was stroking my leg...soft, lightly tracing the top of my thigh with her fingers and then she grabbed my inner thigh hard.
My breath did an uptake. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know." Her voice was soft, girly and uncertain. I throbbed.
