I had always wondered what it would be like to make love to an older, more experienced man for as long as I could remember. Well, one wild spring night, my fantasy came to life, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since....
I am an English teacher in a middle school, and I pretty much love every aspect of my job. Writing and literature have been my passions for as long as I can remember. I began my teaching career as a substitute and gradually made my way to having my own classroom just three years ago, but it seems like I've been doing this forever. At twenty eight, I am the youngest teacher in the school. My colleagues are wonderful, and I've even been so lucky to befriend several of them.
"Did you hear Chris Morgan is moving over here from Eastland to take over the open science vacancy?" My friend and partner-in-crime, Lynn, smiled devilishly. A cute, thirty-something blonde, she was single and always ready to have fun. She taught mathematics right down the hall from me and we had had plenty of wild nights out with other colleagues and had then tried teaching with hang-overs. Not so fun, but with jobs like ours and having to deal with the ever-changing moods and behaviors of adolescents, we deserved to have our fun.
"Chris Morgan?" I said. The name was familiar and I had probably seen him at district wide institutes, but at the moment I couldn't put a face with the name.
"Mmmm, he is so sexy," she sighed. "It'll be nice to have a little eye candy walking down the halls of Chesterfield instead of typical gamut."
Ours was a female-dominated field, unfortunately. The males that taught here were like father figures to me. I thought of Joe Paski, another member of the English department. He was so old-school, but the kids enjoyed his dry humor. Steve Falsworth was retiring at the end of the year after teaching social studies for thirty five years. And then there was the special education aide named Bart who secretly creeped me out. He was probably close to forty and reminded me of a toad. So, believing in my friend's taste in men, I was anxious to meet our new colleague the following morning.
"Ladies and gentlemen, even though he's been in our district for over twenty years and probably most of you already know him, I'd like to officially welcome Mr. Chris Morgan to our Chesterfield staff," Principal Gloria Chandler announced warmly to the library full of our staff.
I saw him standing there, a slight smile on his handsome face. He then sat next to Falsworth and Paski, who chided him humorously. I couldn't stop staring and then finally, his eye caught mine and he winked. Slyly, I smiled back and then bent to whisper to the table of ladies who sat with me that he was certainly sexy.
"I saw that wink," Grace Hanson whispered. Grace had been my mentor my first year here and was just like another mother. "I had a feeling you girls would be excited he's here."
She then followed me into my room at the end of the meeting to fill Lynn and me in on what she knew about him. Thank goodness we were having our planning period. That was the rough part of having planning periods at the same time as my close friends-- it was hard to focus on getting work done because we would sometime get caught up on the gossip!
Chris had been widowed for fifteen years. Sadly enough, his wife had been killed in an automobile accident leaving Chris with a six year old daughter named Abby, who was now attending college in Wisconsin. He had never remarried, but it was rumored he had dated here and there. He was an exceptional teacher and was extremely intelligent. Students and their parents had always respected him and he was known to have high expectations.
"God, he is so hot," Lynn whispered as he walked down the hall and into the science lab. "He's the hottest forty-eight year old I've ever seen."
"Tell me about it," I echoed.
He wasn't terribly tall, but he had a large presence and I could already tell he was probably a true introvert. His rapport with the other fellows was warm and friendly. Grace and Lynn both had told me that he and Steve Falsworth were friends outside of school and were pretty close. It was evident in their dealings with each other. His hair was dark brown with just the slightest smattering of gray here and there. It looked soft and silky, and wasn't cut short to his head as most men do. His skin was swarthy and added to his rugged charm. With deep slate blue eyes and an aquiline nose, he made the butterflies flutter in my stomach every time he talked to me.
"So, how long have you been teaching, Ms. Gray?" he asked one day in the teacher's lounge as we waited in line to make copies. As luck would have it, we had the same planning period in the morning.
"Please, call me Danielle," I smiled nervously. He smiled politely and I loved the way the skin crinkled around his eyes. He wore a pair of black slacks and a salmon colored button down collar shirt. His tie was silver, black and that interesting salmon color. I noticed his physique was still quite good and I couldn't help take my eyes away from his hands. They looked so strong and I felt my face redden as I imagined what he might be able to do with them...
"I.. I've been teaching for three years now," I explained. "Previous to that, I was a substitute."
"Ahh, I see," he smiled. Oh, what a smile! His teeth were so white, too. Was there anything not attractive on this man? I felt myself developing a crush instantly, and what a joy it was to come to work now.
The months seemed to roll by and the school year seemed to be passing by quite quickly. First it was Halloween, and then the downhill slide continued into Thanksgiving and Christmas break. It wasn't until the sluggish winter months of January, February and March that time seemed to stand still. Imagine how happy the staff was when the first signs of spring began to show... but there was also the crazy students and their spring fever. Finally May came and we were saying goodbye to our eighth grade class. All staff members were required to attend their graduation, and afterwards, we were heading out to a nice little bar and restaurant a few towns north of our school. We all just didn't seem to think it would be appropriate to fraternize the places in the town where our students lived. Some teachers were known to get a little raucous with the alcohol influence. It was best to just go far away!
I chose my outfit with care. I couldn't be too revealing at an eighth grade graduation, but I wanted to look good when we all went out. I finally broke down and bought a simple black skirt that came slightly above my knees. I had purchased a silky red sleeveless camisole top that had some intricate beadwork around a somewhat low cut V in the middle. I was bearing a tiny bit of cleavage and debated if it would be appropriate, but once I slipped on the snug, matching red sweater, the attention wasn't quite so pointed to my chest. Yes, I have to admit I have nice, large breasts. It was fun to show them off going to bars and clubs, but to a bunch of crazy teenaged boys? I don't think so! Even though I had pretty much stretched my budget for the month, I had allowed myself the luxury of purchasing a new bra and panties set, which was the same red as my camisole and sweater. It made me feel so sexy underneath my teacher-get up. Running short on time, I put in my tiny red-dangled earrings and slipped into my high-heeled black sandals I was wearing with my outfit. Giving myself the once over in the mirror, I flounced my dark brown hair and sprayed it. I carefully painted on a demure reddish lip gloss to my lips and applied a bit of eyeliner under my dark brown eyes. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror and decided I looked pretty good. I knew that summer I needed to work on losing those extra fifteen pounds, but until then I'd muddle through the four remaining days of school and would definitely enjoy my time out with my colleagues!
I pulled up early to the school and noticed there was only one car in the lot that I recognized, and I smiled when I realized who it was. It was Chris Morgan, and I wondered if he had even gone home between now and the end of the school day. Sure enough, hanging in the back was a suit coat!
My crush on Mr. Morgan hadn't subsided one bit since that first day of school. There were times we flirted-- at least, in my mind it was flirting. There was no doubt that he probably regarded me as a young naïve girl, but in the mean time, it had been fun getting to know him. I had gotten used to his dry sense of humor and sarcasm. In fact, I thought it added to his sexual allure. I remember a particular team meeting one afternoon when it was just he and I in the room before anyone else had come in.
"Could it possibly get any colder in this building?" I had asked angrily as I sat huddled. "I feel like starting a fire in the middle of this classroom!"
He laughed lightly and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head so it looked like he was reclining. He regarded me through half-closed lids with a slight smirk on his handsome countenance.
