Once more Daisy was awoken by the same recurring dream. Lewis fucking her up the hallway wall. Just like the other mornings she didn't need to touch herself to realise that she was wet from the fantasy, the warm, sticky damp feeling between her loins made her realise her snatch was dripping.
Once more she couldn't deal with the notion of removing herself from her warm, comfy mattress so she snoozed her alarm rather than face her once daily three-mile jog.
With her snooze ringing in her lug holes Daisy picked up her mobile and silenced the noise. Stepping from her bed in her pyjamas, it was the first time since Lewis's first assault on her that her sore nipples had allowed her to sleep in anything. The terror then struck her, not only would she have to face Lewis today, but Mr. Evans too.
"For fuck sake." Daisy seethed; she had noticed that she had sworn more over these past few days than the previous twenty-two years of her life. Dealing with Lewis was already taking its toll on her so she could do without the additional stress of Mr. Evans too.
Her morning shower had done nothing to lift her from her dispirited state. She wandered down her stairs wrapped in her warm, fluffy dressing gown. Reaching the bottom step, she noticed a white plastic bag hanging from her letterbox. Curious, her naked still slightly damp feet made the short journey to the door and anxiously pulled the bag from the letterbox.
The bag didn't have much weight to it, opening the plastic Daisy saw the contents inside it was a denim skirt, a very short denim skirt. Daisy lifted the garment to her hips for a quick eyeball test; the skirt only covered half of her thigh.
She launched the skirt against the wall in a short, sharp fit of anger. She knew that she would have no option but to wear the tiny skirt for school today and worse still Mr. Evans would most likely presume that it was for his benefit.
Sitting on her stairs Daisy couldn't help but bury her face into the palms of her hands and bawl uncontrollably. She couldn't believe how her almost perfect life has spiralled so far out of control in just a few days.
Slowly Daisy regained her emotions and wiped her teary eyes and face. "Come on Daisy, get hold of yourself." Daisy tried to motivate herself.
Climbing her stairs she grabbed the denim skirt and headed to her bedroom. Releasing her body from the dressing gown Daisy put on a floral coloured, cotton bra and a pair of baby pink lace French knickers. Then she lifted the denim skirt up her toned legs. She turned around and viewed her rear in her mirror. The skirt was shorter than she had imagined, barely covering her perfectly rounded bum.
The skirt was a little loose around her waist, so Daisy added her light brown leather belt to keep it in place. Finally, she added her black long sleeved roll neck top that she purchased yesterday, to once again hide her faded but still visible love bitten neck.
Daisy brushed through her long hair leaving her tresses down to cascade freely down her slim body, applied minimal makeup, she very rarely wore lots as she was quite spotty as a teenager so she didn't like blocking her pores up, although due to the numerous compliments that she received on her eyes she did have a soft spot for eyeshadow and mascara.
Daisy then stepped into a pair of black flat shoes, very rarely did she wear heels, she found them to be so uncomfortable and they played havoc with her soft skin on her heels, always blistering.
She sipped her black coffee while watching the morning news. Her coffee in the morning usually woke her up and relaxed her but already Daisy could feel herself getting restless and anxious about the day ahead.
Finishing her coffee, she stood up and pulled down her skirt, she was already feeling conscious about showing too much skin and she hadn't even left the house yet.
Paranoid she once more tugged at the helm of her skirt praying that somehow it grew longer as she locked the front door behind her.
Walking to her car Paul was leaning over the four-foot-tall feather edge fence that separated their drives. "Good morning." He greeted Daisy, his widened eyes ogling her legs that he was seeing for the first time.
Feeling his eyes on her legs Daisy pulled at her skirt once again. "Morning." Daisy replied. Paul shuffled himself along the fence trying to get a better viewpoint as Daisy hurriedly sat in her car seat, her skirt hitched all the way up her thigh.
"Fuck me those kids are in for a treat today." Paul thought to himself, blowing his cheeks out and giving his quickly stiffening cock a firm squeeze through the pocket of his trousers while watching Daisy slam her car door shut before driving off.
"Bloody men. I wish they would keep their eyes to themselves." Daisy stewed to herself as she turned onto the cul de sac from her stoned drive.
Turning into the school car park Daisy felt like she was hyperventilating her heart was thumping so quickly, so ferociously. Stepping out of her car she pulled down her skirt before she walked through the car park and into the entrance of her work.
Walking up to the corridor that led to the staff room Daisy could hear Mr. Evans' strong, gravelly voice. Looking behind her she thought about turning around and just heading straight to the solace of her classroom, but she decided against that idea, she had to see him at some point and surely it was better to see him when he was in the capacity of others.
Daisy couldn't help but blush as she entered the small, square room the eyes of the three teachers in there Mr. Evans, Mr. Wilson and Miss Kemp all turned to her. Surely, Mr. Evan's hasn't been boasting about last night, has he? Daisy fretted to herself.
"Morning all." Daisy broke the brief silence and poured herself a coffee.
"Morning Daisy." The three of them replied before continuing their conversation that seemed to be centred around politics, something Daisy had very little interest in. Her view was a simple one; she thought that all politicians were out for themselves and liars, promising this and that and delivering none of their manifesto promises.
"Who will you be voting for Daisy?" Miss Kemp asked.
"Honestly none of them. They all promise the world and deliver very little." Daisy answered.
"You make them sound like a man." Miss Kemp laughed.
Daisy felt herself stiffen up as Mr. Evans reached over her to grab the sugar. "Not all men." He smiled at Daisy as his hand discreetly grazed her backside.
"Oh, bloody marvellous." Daisy uttered in her head that her instincts were correct; she was going to have to spend all day trying to fight off his wandering, lecherous hands.
Removing herself from out of his reach Daisy positioned herself up the safety of a wall. Usually, she would have headed straight to her classroom to enjoy her steamy caffeine hit in the peace and quiet of her classroom. However, she doubted that Mr. Evans would give her that option this morning so instead she remained in the safety of the staff room.
Daisy had never been so bored hearing the trio continue their passionate debate about politics. Hugging her warm cup and taking short slurps Daisy couldn't help but notice Mr. Evan's ogling her like a lovesick puppy. She knew that at some point today she would have to try and let him down gently. She didn't really want to make an enemy out of him. Having taught at the school for nearly twenty years he was held in the highest of regards by the other teachers.
"Shoot is that the time. I had better go and prepare for my first class." Daisy said as she took a quick glance at the time.
Daisy could feel not just Mr. Evans's eyes on her legs but also Mr. Wilson's too. "Bloody men." She thought to herself discreetly rolling her eyes in frustration.
"I'll walk with you." Mr. Evans said quickly, putting down his warm drink.
"About last night." Mr. Evan spoke as soon as they were out of earshot of the other teachers.
Daisy would usually amble slowly to her classroom but today she was taking long reaching strides in the hope of not having to get too deep into conversation with him.
Before he had a chance to proceed with his conversation they were at Daisy's classroom. "Sorry, I don't have time for this at the moment. I'm already well behind." Daisy interrupted him. She already had one hand on her door pushing it open.
Mr. Evans reached out a hand and gently caressed her naked thigh. "Well, I just wanted to ask you not to tell anybody as I am married. But I'm free most of the morning. So, if you get a chance, come and find me." He said his lust filled eyes staring longingly into hers.
While she was relieved to hear him ask her not to tell anyone as she was hoping to for the same thing. She couldn't believe that in his next breath he said come find him. "Oh....um.... yes, I will. I do have a busy day though." Daisy sputtered trying her hardest to get away.
She walked inside her classroom. Mr. Evan could feel his cock begin to swell as his eyes were locked onto her ass. The bottom of the denim gently flipped up with each stride she took.
"You really should wear skirts more often." He lustfully drooled.
He was already really annoying Daisy, so she just ignored him and proceeded to prepare her class walking around the room and dropping textbooks on each of the individual desks for the students.
Daisy felt unnerved as Mr. Evans remained at the door just ogling her as she went on with her job. Daisy's body stiffened up as she felt Mr. Evans hands grab each of her hips from behind her. "It's a shame the students will be here shortly, I'd love to fuck you over this desk right now."
The usually passive Daisy snapped. "For god's sake will you let me get on with my job and keep your bloody hands to yourself." She barked wildly, throwing her arms into the air.
Mr. Evans pulled a shocked face. "Fucking highly strung the lot of you." He barked angrily, still cursing to himself as he walked out of the door, slamming it hard behind him.
While Daisy wasn't impressed with how the situation ended, she had to admit that it was a relief that she had managed to get rid of Mr. Evans so early in the day. She had been having visions of him pawing her all day.
For the rest of the day there was an awkward atmosphere between the pair so much so that Miss Kemp asked. "Is everything okay between you two? I'm sensing a tense aura whenever you're in the room same."
"Things are fine, he was just annoying me earlier and I let him know that he was. I was probably a little harsh, I'll apologise later." Daisy lied.
"That man can be annoying, but his heart is in the right place. I wouldn't worry too much about apologising because he's pretty thick skinned." Miss Kemp replied.
Daisy's next class was with her A level students, a class that included Lewis and his girlfriend Amber. Daisy as always stood at the front of her desk as her students made their way inside her classroom. Lewis and Amber were amongst the final students to enter her room. Daisy hated that she felt a swirl of jealousy seeing them walk in, Lewis with his arm wrapped around her five-foot seven voluptuous frame like she was a trophy. Usually, they would sit at the back of the classroom but today they decided to sit on the far left of the front row with Amber closest to the wall.
Amber's father was of Somali descent and her Swedish mother, and both worked as doctors. As always, she looked flawless; her long, straightened black hair was brushed back into a ponytail. Her mixed-race skin radiated, and her beaming smile showed her perfectly lined, pearly, white teeth. Her thirty-four-B sized chest was hidden underneath her baggy white blouse. Her athletic legs were covered by black tights and a tight, short black skirt.
