(Another story inspired by a beautiful Lit lady. All participants are of legal age.)
Ty was sitting in his chemistry class, or what was left of his chemistry class as the other students had already left. He felt guilty for making the mess he did with the baking soda and the mystery acid Mrs. Milton left on her desk. Ty didn't always act up in class, but being a smart assed senior to begin with he never let an opportunity go by to flex his intellect. In this case, the addition of baking soda was just to prove that her mystery liquid was actually an acid to help some of the not so bright classmates stumble upon her extra credit challenge.
However, Mrs. Milton was not as amused. She wasn't even sure how Ty snuck the little granules of baking soda inside the lid of the beaker without being detected. She started logically thinking in her head that it probably happened when there was that page from the principal who's only need was to ensure she would be at her meeting that afternoon to go over her performance. Mrs. Milton looked forward to those informal chats just because she loved to taunt the principal a bit. She loved the way he would avert his eyes when her buttons would pop open and reveal a slight hint of the creamy white bra she wore just to tease him with.
However, her flirting would have to wait until she dealt with Ty. Part of her was furious over the trick he pulled although she confessed to herself that it was pretty sneaky. As she looked through the one sided mirror, she could notice that he was a little upset over having to be kept after. She knew his schedule to know that he had study hall next period, not like his intellect needed the lack of stimulation. The way his grey wire frames rested on the bridge of his nose, his casual dress shirt opening three buttons down to reveal the Big Johnson brand T-shirt that was banned from the school the year before. He definitely was a tricky one. She wondered inside her head how to make him understand that pranks were not appreciated.
Ty's glance stole to the office door as Mrs. Milton sashayed her way back into the lab, her hips barely registering her movements under the loose fitting skirt she wore. As his eyes slowly rose to see her face, he could see two buttons undone on her white blouse, the blue scarf tied around her neck in such a sophisticated manner. As she neared, his nose detected the slight aroma of the perfume she always wore. One night, he actually figured out using his mother and sister's collection of scents what the scent was and was surprised it was slightly expensive in price, particularly on a teacher's salary.
"Mr. Monroe," she started."You understand what you did was wrong, correct?" Ty mockingly bowed his head. As he began to wander off mentally looking at Mrs. M's modest heels, he could now imagine the scent more vividly. In his mind, he remembered that his dad bought his mom that fragrance after a really bitter fight over something major. He could picture in his mind the fight itself, both of their faces red and blown out like they were attached to an air compressor. Ty even remembered how his dad slept on the couch that night. He started to remember the next day as his dad arrived home from work, his mom providing little interaction to him until the box was placed right in front of her spot at the family table. As his mom opened it, he remembered how surprised she was and how she ran over and hugged him. It was then Ty heard the most disturbing thing in the world to that point in his life. The walls knocking as his parents had make up sex. He could hear the knocking even louder in his ears until....
"MR MONROE!!!!!" His mind slipped back to reality as he saw Mrs. M looking straight in his face, her mouth turned more into an angry growl that this inconsiderate brat would even think of nodding off during her interrogation. As she leaned down to get eye to eye with him, Ty caught a glimpse of the valley between her breasts as a dot of sweat went down between them. Ty's mind began to wander yet again, but he kept himself staring into her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes that started hypnotizing him as she started talking quieter as a way to keep his attention.
As she heard her own voice quieting down, she could feel her anger subside slightly as Mr. Monroe's eyes were looking straight into hers. She started to see images in her head of what she should have been doing instead of talking to this delinquent. She imagined the small silver buzzing toy she was going to use to give herself a quick pick her up prior to her meeting next period so she was relaxed and in that playful mood for the principal. Oh how this eighteen year old "kid" was gonna pay for ruining her playtime.
"Mrs. M? "
It was then she realized she was distracted as Ty pointed towards her purse sitting on her desk.
"Is that your cell phone going off? I heard a buzzing, but it didn't die down like a normal cell phone does."
Mrs. Milton then realized that she was partially busted. How could this senior even know what was in her purse. Could he deduce with that analytical mind of his was her intentions were for her planning period today and that he was interrupting it? She reached into her purse and turned the toy as quietly as she could until the sound went off. Ty rose from his chair.
'Mrs. M. I am sorry for making the mess and I know I should be punished, but seeing as how you probably have a very busy schedule, could we finish up? I have a math test next period that I still need to study for and frankly it worries me. "
Math test. She was starting to put some problems together in her head.
"Ok, Ty," This drew a scared look from him seeing as he didn't even know that Mrs. Milton knew his real name let alone what everyone called him.
"You will have to come see me after school today. Any questions? " Ty silently nodded his head before running out of the room and heading to the cafeteria for study hall. For some odd reason, his math test wasn't at the fore front of his mind as it should have been. As he started to open his book for his cram session, his mind began trying to piece together what just happened.
