All the lights in the room were dark and Christine was sitting at the table waiting for her husband to come home. It was after midnight and she had a class to teach at eight in the morning. She was hoping with dread bundled in her stomach that he was just doing overtime and not out drinking. It seems like a cliche, but he sometimes came home drunk as skunk and he could get aggressive. His drunk fists were like meat cleavers coming dangerously close and at times contacting with her. It was always her body and not her face. He was a good man, when he was sober, a great man. He once refused to kill a spider she found in the bathroom and carried it outside with his bare hands. At church he always talks to others about how humanity would do better if more people found God, like he did. The door knob turned and Christine stiffened. She could tell he was drunk, by how he opened the door. He flung it open, letting it smash with a loud bang against the wall. The whole apartment shook. She was encapsulated in fear, she wanted to let out a moan and call for her mother. Tears were already streaming, somewhere deep, she felt some sort of anger, but not enough.
He gave her a beastly look, with his blood shot eyes and red lobster face. "Why you still up?"
Christine was reduced to stuttering like a little child, "I -I was wor-worried."
"Bullshit," he said with a low and taunting voice. "You were gonna tell me how bad I've been, staying out late and leaving you home alone. You were gonna tell me not to do it again and be a good boy. Your not my mother!"
She sobbed, because there was nothing else she could do.
"Stop crying! It's not going to work." He yelled as he unsteadily rushed his face into hers.
In between her sobs she whisper out something she'll regret that night, "Stop."
It was a crappy morning, but then again Oscar didn't have good mornings, especially with a name like Oscar. He left his house and walked into the cold rain, pouring down on him. With his bangs matted over his eyes and his cheap jacket soaking through, he jogged to the bus stop. Every time that bus came around and he step on to it, he felt like a loser. He was eighteen and he didn't even have his driving licence, but it's not like he had places to go.
The bus was packed and yet the ride was a lonely one for Oscar. He found the more he was isolated from people the more he hated them, the cloths they wear, the music they listen to, the way they talked, or even the way they walked. He hoped this hatred wouldn't translated to all women. He longed, night and day for a women's touch. Dreamed about it, fantasied about it, and imagined it. But he had to admit there were some women who in the traditional sense were 'beautiful' but he loathed. He didn't know if it was because he knew they would never glance at him or because they were shallow and superficial, probably both.
He took the bus ride as a advantage to check out some of the girls, but this morning none of them were wearing any thing sexy or for that matter none them were sexy at all. Maybe all the good looking girls got rides from their boyfriends today. There was a brunette sitting across from him who wasn't bad. She was heavy and plump, a feature he grew a custom to lately. Maybe he thought, he would have a chance with heavy and plump.
He wondered what her panties looked like under her long black skirt. He fantasied about feeling her big breast and hearing her moan in pleasure. His erection grew, but it didn't matter, he hid it with his back pack. The bumping ride made it all the better. He noticed her ample red lips and her round white cheeks. Her eyes peeked over at him and she caught him looking at her. He quickly glanced away. The rest of the ride he didn't dare look back.
This year for Oscar, math class was the twilight zone. It began with Mrs, Chuinuke who wasn't bad looking, he loved staring at her ass, while she wrote on the board. Due to a other class that needed her for whatever reason (she didn't say) she was on and off for a month or so, they got different substitute teachers, none of them knew what they were teaching. The students had to teach them, more then the other way around. Mrs, Chuinuke finally just left. For a week they been with a bloated old guy who, breaths louder then he talks. Today was different.
When Oscar walked into the room, the old bloated guy, and the principal were standing around, waiting for the students to arrive. Oscar sat next to his only friend, Farris. He was a round guy with blue eyes and he always wore t-shirts that covered his ass.
"Why's the principal here?" Oscar asked.
Farris shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe he wants to ask you out."
Farris was full of jokes like that, some were funny, but most were just reaching.
When the class started, the principal began himself:
"I know this has been a weird semester for your math class, what with Mrs. Chuinuke doing a favour for me , but I can tell you now she is no longer going to be your math teacher."
"Duh," a student spoke for all of them. There was a little burst of giggles.
The principal continued, "Luckily, we've found a teacher for you. This is her first year teaching, so be nice. Let me welcome you to Mrs, Valentine."
He pointed towards the door and the whole glass, including Oscar, looked and saw Christine standing there. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she wore a light button sweater, with tight, light blue jeans. She was short, skinny and pale. At first Oscar wondered where she came from, but he assumed he didn't notice her, because he probably mistook her for a student. It wouldn't be hard. He knew girls in the tenth grade who looked older then her. He couldn't believe he was going to have such a beautiful teacher. He always thought the hot teacher was a myth, like a well endowed Asian.
"So she'll be you teacher for the rest of the semester, but for today she will be assisting , Mr, Mole," the principal continued. "So, if you need any help, don't be afraid to ask her."
Oscar couldn't help himself, his eyes were all over Mrs. Valentine. He mostly found her lips, and imagined slowly leaning in and letting her lips come to his, like a magnet. Fantasied kissing her the way he shouldn't. Oscar thought that maybe she notice the attention she was getting from him because she gave him a strange look. He scanned over his math work and searched for a question he didn't get, but there was none. His friend, Farris apparently had one because his hand was up. She came over and bent towards him, giving Oscar a royal view of her. There was two things that surprised him. One was his brief, but intense jealously towards Farris. He had deep hated thoughts of him for the brief moment she gave him her attention. The second, was how caring and warm she was with Farris. She was an angel.
The rest of the day was a blur, filled with white noise. Oscar had other routine and uneventful classes. He couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. Valentine and her lips. Christine got over her nervousness after the first class and she only had two more.
By the end of the day, it was stilling raining, but instead of pouring it was misting down. The sky was a light blue, that almost matched Christine's jeans. She was sitting in her car crying into her Kleenex. Her anger for her husband was gathering up as she imagined him coming home and apologizing and making as many excuses as she makes for him. She was seriously considering ditching him, but she could lose her job. She remembered working at a sportswear store and one of her coworkers got fired because her husband was coming around threatening the manager. She could imagine her husband doing that. It was her nightmare, him coming to her class and in front of the students. She told her self not to think like that. She was tired, tired of being the victim, tired of feeling afraid every time the door knob turns. It was time she made him the victim, time to teach him a lesson. How though, leave him? What if he starts stalking me? What about cheating? He would go nuts, there's no telling what he'd do.
No there's nothing but leaving him, no other option. She had to admit though the thought of cheating on him thrilled her, made her wet between the legs.
She looked up to make sure no one was around watching her crying session. There was a student outside waiting for the bus, in the rain. It was one of her new students. She remembered him, because he wouldn't stop staring at her. She first thought he was checking her out, but he wasn't really looking at her breast, not that she really had any. She didn't mind him staring at her, she thought he was cute. He had long bangs over his greenish eyes and he had a good build about him. She wondered how big his dick was, and shook out the thought.
She felt sorry for him standing there in the rain, alone. She thought about giving him a ride, but the thought about his dick, made her second guess. What if something happened? What if it did? So what, he's cute and sex with teacher and student isn't new, but she would defiantly lose her job and maybe even face time if he's under eighteen. But he doesn't look under eighteen.
She didn't know it, but she made her decision when she started her car.
The breeze was sharply cold and blew right through Oscar. His teeth were chattering and his whole body shaking. Where the hell was the bus, he thought? Just then a beat up old mustang pulled up to the bus stop. He assumed it was somebody dropping someone off, but through the wind he heard a women's voice.
He peeked up and saw a woman in the car looking at him.
Oscar knew she said something so he asked, "What?"
"Do you want a ride?" she asked.
He now saw it was the new math teacher. He couldn't believe his luck. He tried hard to contain his smile, but didn't do a good job.
"Sure," He said, trying sound casual.
He walked to the car and open the door with a loud creak.
"Hi," she said, as he got into the car.
"Hey," he returned.
