Nameless Night

Her porcelain skin has a glow to it. She is silhouetted by the chalkboard behind her. Her light red hair is pulled tightly back in a bun, and held in place by a pair of chopsticks. She wears short Black skirt and matching jacket. The edge of her black lace bra peaks out adding the final trim to the frame that cradles her cleavage. She is sitting on her desk facing the class. Her voice grasps on to me, touches me, tastes me, torments me. She speaks of the innocence, pain and the development of Alexei. I find Dostoyevsky painfully dull, but her excitement on the subject is intoxicating. She is 25 years old, the youngest Teacher at my school, she is 10 years older then I am.  She’s writing on the chalkboard. My eyes fallow the seams on her Cuban heal stockings up the back of her legs, to the edge of her skirt. My eye cradle it like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, a simple misstep and it would devour me whole.  A part of me prays she’ll drop something or need to adjust one of her deep red high heels, anything that will pull her skirt up that last bit, exposing the milky skin of her inner thigh and maybe the black lace panties and matching garter belt I assume she must be wearing. The matching set to her bra. The Thought frightens me, it would fill me up and break me down.

Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell pulls me out of my trance. Class is over. The other student stand abruptly and run for the door. I stay seated. I’m still so hard. I wish for it to go away, so I can stand and leave with my dignity intact. The last of the students make there way through the door.

“Now’s my chance to go, or get left behind…with her.” I think as I take my books down from my desk, placing them in my lap. I stand holding the books in place . I walk as quickly as I can towards the door, only to be stopped by a hand. Her hand. I nearly drop my books. I study the blood red nails wresting so softly on my shoulder.

“Jess would you stay a bit longer?” She asks. Fear shoots through me, “She know of my crush. She’s seen the way I look at her. She’s going to scold me for my attraction!” I feel my heart break and my erection stiffen. I turn and face her still holding the books well over my excited shame. “Um yeah. What’s up?” I try to sound confident but fall short.

“As you know have been falling short this term.” I watch her pillowy lips as she talks “It’s common for student during there last term to not put there all into school, but this will still go on your record and I would hate to have you held back because you didn’t push your self at the time of need.”

To be continued…

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