An Unlikely Encounter Ch. 03

Me: I'm okay.

Me: You seem distracted.

TeacherPet: sorry

TeacherPet: i'm doing some writing

TeacherPet: big assignment

Me: Ah

Me: Well I'll leave you to it

TeacherPet: nooo I want to talk but

TeacherPet: I am on a roll here

TeacherPet: you know what I mean right?

Me: Sure, no problem

Me: It would be professionally dishonest of me to keep you from your studies, after all!

TeacherPet: and you sure are a pro

TeacherPet: ;)

I mentally grabbed onto that little flirt and held onto it to keep my sanity for the rest of the evening. I mean, after blowing off Heather and now getting blown off by Autumn, I had to zero in on something to keep me level. Autumn and I barely spoke any more that night. At some point she said she was too tired, and would see me tomorrow. She promised she'd be a better conversationalist. Actually, in her words:

TeacherPet: i'll have way more time to talk tomorrow

TeacherPet: I promise I'll be a better girlfriend :)

It was Tuesday, and class was wrapping up. Autumn had been smiling at me all day, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she was up to. Cue the familiar song and dance of her finding out a way to be the last student in the room as everyone else filed to lunch. And then she came up to the desk with a handful of paper.

"I need some help with my story," she grinned.

I blinked at her calmly. "No."

She scrunched up her forehead. "No?... You can't just say no."

"One... I am not going over students' work at lunch. Two... I am not going over your story in this classroom ever."

Her demeanor broke under my flat response. "Um- this is different!"

"Autumn," I lowered my voice. "I thought we agreed to be more careful."

She took a step closer to my desk. "I know! We also agreed to spend more time together!"

"Not like this..."

She dropped the papers onto the desk and pushed them toward me. "Just look at it."

"Autumn, I'm not playing this game."

"Just look!" she huffed.

I took a deep breath and gave in. Mostly because I didn't want to rile her up and have her cause some kind of scene. I picked up the stapled pages and scanned the first couple paragraphs. My eyebrows rose up in surprise.

"What is this?" I asked without looking up.

"It's a story! For the prompt, I mean."

That much was clear. It was something completely different. Had absolutely zilch to do with me or her. At least from first glance.

"Why did you do this? I already told you that you, uh, scored fine on the other one." I glanced up at her.

"I know, but this is perfect! I had to like, start over from scratch... because the other one wasn't working out. Aaaand... I don't know, I was inspired! It doesn't matter- but think about it!" she rushed her words in youthful excitement. "Since it's brand new, and there isn't like a lot of time left, you can help me go over it during lunch!"

I was trying to process her scheme, dumbly looking at her as she paused for a breath.

"I mean, after class could work too I guess but... you have all the other students and, I just thought, since I started over, you could maybe give it some extra attention?"

I could tell her whole body was holding its breath in anticipation for my answer now. I looked back down at the paper and flipped through the pages. "Is this what you were writing last night?"

"Uh huh."

"All of this?"

"Yeah..."

I let them fall onto the desk and leaned back. "You're incorrigible."

She blushed and dropped her eyes down as she smiled. "Does that mean you'll do it?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say 'no' either..."

"You're really pushing your luck," I tried to suppress an amused smirk as I said it.

"Come on... I worked really hard on it!"

"Maybe I'll look over it tonight."

"Doooo it," she whined.

"If I can find the time."

She narrowed her eyes at me, then looked out toward the door to the hall. Watching the doorway, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to inch it up her body. "Hmm... what do I have to do to get you to promise?"

My eyes popped wide as she raised it up, showing the skin of her hips bend in to that tight stomach, going up above her bellybutton. "Autumn!" I coughed.

She yanked the fabric back down and looked me back in the eyes. "So you'll read it? Or do you need more convincing?"

"Yes... Yeah I'll read it."

She smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Yay! Thanks, Teach!"

"Now go to lunch!"

"Aww, right now?"

I pointed at the door. "Out!"

She playfully stuck her tongue out at me and lazily sauntered out of my classroom, making sure to accentually wag her ass on her way. Unbelievable.

***

TeacherPet: So have you read it yet?

I had. And it was nice to see some material from her, in this fresh light of our... relationship... that wasn't based on us. It actually gave me a chance to analyze her writing more closely. You know. Without the jerking off.

Me: Maybe some of it.

TeacherPet: only some?

Me: Well if you want me to just rush through it...

TeacherPet: :P

TeacherPet: no

TeacherPet: so what do you think?

Me: Can't wait until tomorrow, huh?

TeacherPet: well I am free at lunch

TeacherPet: are you??

Me: Hmm... Since I have you here now, I could just give you feedback online.

Me: Then you wouldn't have to come in at lunch

TeacherPet: ummm

TeacherPet: I think I learn better in person

Me: then I guess you'll just have to be patient

TeacherPet: then I guess you'll just have to see me at lunch

TeacherPet: :)

Okay. So I let myself get conned into this pretty easily. But really... she did put the effort into a new story. And it did have some potential. I could tell she was trying to stretch herself. The setting was the Civil War, and the plot hung around a Confederate soldier who had gone blind from gunpowder misfiring into his face. He ends up staggering away from the battlefield, and gets left alone. A woman, unbeknownst to him that she was a black slave, takes him in to the home that her masters had abandoned and... Oh fuck it, you don't care about any of this.

The point is, it would be hard enough for me to turn down any student at any point who clearly put some effort into writing something creative. Mix that in with Autumn and how am I to resist?

Me: Perhaps I can spare at least a little time to go over a chapter

TeacherPet: aww only one?

Me: A guy's gotta eat.

TeacherPet: this is true

TeacherPet: I guess I'll just have to keep coming in

TeacherPet: every day

TeacherPet: until we get through the whole thing!

Me: Haha

Me: I knew you could find a silver lining

TeacherPet: :P

TeacherPet: as if you didn't plan that out just so you could see me more often

Me: hey, YOU are the one who came up with this scheme

TeacherPet: ohhh of course

TeacherPet: blame it on innocent me

Me: Innocent. Right.

TeacherPet: what's THAT supposed to mean!!

Me: Oh gee, who knows?

TeacherPet: I am just the vulnerable, impressionable student

TeacherPet: just a little schoolgirl

Me: Uh huh.

TeacherPet: what?

Me: Don't think I don't know what you're doing

TeacherPet: what am I doing?

Me: You're flirting.

TeacherPet: nuh uh

Me: Yep

TeacherPet: i don't have to flirt

TeacherPet: not with you

Me: Why's that?

TeacherPet: cause girls don't HAVE to flirt with their boyfriends

TeacherPet: they already got them.

Me: Oh I see.

TeacherPet: you wanna know what I like?

Me: What's that

TeacherPet: the fact that you never deny it

TeacherPet: that you're my boyfriend now

Me: If I denied it, would it matter?

TeacherPet: I guess we will never know

TeacherPet: cause if you deny it now, it won't count

TeacherPet: its too late!

Me: haha

TeacherPet: :P

TeacherPet: so when are you gonna call me your gf?

Me: Not before you stop treating the English language so terribly

TeacherPet:??

Me: "gf?" come on. Spell it out at least

TeacherPet: ohhh

TeacherPet: I'm sorry sir

TeacherPet: When will you start calling me your GIRLFRIEND?

Me: Sorry

Me: you can't expect me to just forgive and forget that quickly

TeacherPet: goshhhh

TeacherPet: whatever

Me: What-everrrr.

TeacherPet: lol

TeacherPet: soooo

TeacherPet: How much have you been thinking about the other night?

Me: Which night would that be?

TeacherPet: grr

TeacherPet: how about the one where you were in my bedroom and you made me cum

TeacherPet: and cum and cum

Me: Oh

Me: right

Me: that's pretty hard to forget.

TeacherPet: it was even crazier than the first time

TeacherPet: I mean, especially later...

Me: Yeah...

TeacherPet: so do you think about it?

Me: Gee, I wonder.

TeacherPet: tell meeee

Me: of course

TeacherPet: what was your favorite part?

Me: haha

Me: you coming

Me: and coming :P

TeacherPet: really?

Me: yeah

TeacherPet: why?

Me: there's nothing hotter than a beautiful girl coming

TeacherPet: aww I don't think you've ever called me beautiful before

TeacherPet: :)

Me: Well, it's obvious.

There was a noticeable lull in the conversation, and then:

TeacherPet: do you wanna make me cum again?

Me: Uhh is this a trick question?

TeacherPet: I don't mean you coming over :P

Me: Phew

Me: I don't think I can handle that again

TeacherPet: yeah yeah

TeacherPet: but do you wanna?

Me: of course

Mere seconds after I responded, I saw her log off. That's weird. Just as I was really getting carried away...

My phone rang. I looked at the ID and it was Autumn. I answered the call. "Yes?"

"I wanted my hands to be free. For this part, I mean," she purred.

"For what part?" I asked suspiciously.

"The part where you tell me what you liked about Saturday."

I waited.

"The part where I play with myself while you tell me about it," she emphasized.

"Christ," I whispered to myself.

So by the end of that night, I had added phone sex to my growing repertoire of sins committed with a student. The conversation started tentative at first, but once I could hear her eager little pants whenever I said something that excited her? That loosened me up real fuckin' quick.

And when she asked me to join her on my end? Like my hand hadn't already found its way down my pants? Well I was all-too willing to share those details too. Hearing the shudder in her young voice whenever she gets turned on and hits the right spot... I may have a lot of weaknesses exposed lately, but this was some serious Achilles Heel shit.

She was able to come twice, and she gushed how before me, she never was able to more than once. Luckily it took the wind out of her and made her sleepy. I had lost it myself between her two, and was finally getting back in my right mind. I seized the opportunity to go to bed at a reasonable hour and ended the conversation, before she could perk back up.

Lying in bed, I replayed the conversation in my mind, going back to the IMs. I realized that I had been growing increasingly tolerant of this affair... chronically feeling less guilty all the time. I tried to place why that was. Is it because I've gone so long without getting caught? Is it because the more I give in, the hotter it gets? I'm not sure what I wanted out of all this. If I really intended to try and have something sustainable with her after graduation... Fuck, does she even want it?

And then I thought about her new little game of calling me her boyfriend. It was cute. It was flattering. It was dangerous. This, more than the blatant cheating lately, caused me to agonize over Heather. How can I be even more of an asshole? This thought process spiraled me back into the guilt I was more accustomed to.

Further still, as I tried to imagine Autumn's true feelings, I began to fret that I was taking advantage of her. I mean, I'm a fucking adult. In a position of authority over her and... Oh fuck that. She had been throwing herself at me since the beginning.

Ultimately? My racing thoughts weren't enough to keep me from falling asleep.

Wednesday came, and I had the first chapter of her new paper marked up with comments. I figured we could go over it in ten minutes or less, and minimize the chance of any awkwardness of other students walking by and noticing.

When she came into class, she was wearing these tiny jean shorts, frayed at the ends. A blue and white plaid t-shirt. It was fairly tight on her body, and I could tell she wasn't wearing any other shirt beneath it. The bottom few buttons were undone, letting the fabric scissor open and display a little midriff as she walked. She had her hair braided in long pigtails.

It was hot.

The most surreal part was seeing the boys check her out. I knew what kind of things went through their minds. But the fact that I could have it... have had it... It was ridiculous. Unprofessional. Arousing. Get a hold of yourself.

The lunch bell rang and one of Autumn's friends was attached to her, talking a mile a minute about something. She had her arm interlocked, and I saw Autumn make pleading eye contact with me. Like I'm going to hold you back? As the two were about to exit the room, she mouthed to me, 'Don't leave'.

I obliged, and five minutes later she came back in; look of relief on her face. "Sorry."

I smirked. "No problem. Troubles on the farm?"

She looked down at herself and put a hand on her hip. "Nah, I just thought y'all would like it if I dressed the part of my story," she tried her best southern accent.

"I'm pretty confident neither the Confederates, nor the slaves, dressed quite like that."

She walked up to my desk and leaned against the side, propping one of her smooth legs up. "Well shucks, this was just the very best I could do! Don't ya like it?" She twirled one of her pigtails between her fingers.

I chuckled. "Pull up a chair, cowgirl."

She grabbed a chair, and it looked like she was going to carry it around next to me. I gave her a sarcastic look and pointed across the table. She stuck out her lower lip and complied.

"So what did you think?" she dropped the accent.

"It was good. But of course, there is no good writing. Only good re-writing..."

I pulled out her paper and started going over my comments. To my surprise, she dropped all pretenses of flirting and absorbed everything I had to say. In the back of my mind, I was suspicious that she was just being so attentive to flatter and please me. But she actually did ask some insightful questions, so if she was faking it, color me fooled.

When we were finished, she got up. "Well I guess it's time for me to mosey on out," she smiled, returning to the accent.

"Yeah I reckon so," I imitated her. "You best be goin' and feedin' them horses."

She grinned wide. "That's right. And you just know you can come by any time if y'all wanna go for a ride."

I actually laughed at the comeback, and I could see her bristle with pleasure. "Yee haw," I rolled sarcastically.

She turned to the side and slapped her ass in those tight shorts. "Yee haw," she purred.

***

That night, she sent me some more photos of herself in an email. She said she had to be with her friend that evening, so she wouldn't be around to talk, but that she wasn't joking about the ride. The pictures were of her in her little outfit, the flannel only having a few buttons fastened around her navel. In some, the shirt still covered her breasts. In others, she gave me the full view. The last two had her shorts unbuttoned and started pushing them down, revealing the curve of her ass.

My biggest regret that evening was that when I jerked off, I wasn't able to do it on the phone with her.

Thursday. Thursday went about the same at lunch as Wednesday. She didn't wear anything outrageous this time, and we went over the second chapter without so much as a mention of the pictures she sent. This is good. She is behaving. Just like she promised. Maybe she really did just want to spend time with me...

But Friday. Oh fucking Friday. You knew this was building up to something, right? She was just wearing jeans and a normal shirt (words emblazed across the front: Fatal Attraction to Cuteness). And my hat, again. A little passive-aggressive flirting, but I didn't think it was a big deal. Hell, I kind of liked it. It did look cute on her.

We were in the middle of our session at lunch, and she was questioning some of my edits about a particular passage. I said it didn't fit in well with the transitions she had, she disagreed and... Okay, okay. The important part, sorry.

The point is, I was jabbing my finger, pointing at a particular sentence that flat out didn't work. She grabbed my hand and dragged it along to a different paragraph, trying to point out that she was making a witty connection later. The touch was actually innocent enough, but the timing. Of course, the timing.

"There you are!"

I jerked my hand away in primal fear. Heather was in the doorway to the classroom.

"Carol told me to go straight to the lounge, but everyone there said you hardly come around anymore."

A drought hit my mouth and I swallowed. Now just to back up a little bit, it wasn't unusual for Heather to come onto campus. Carol was the front desk. She knew Heather. Half the faculty knew her. We were an item, after all. Had been for awhile.

She walked into the room, up closer to me. I glanced at Autumn and her eyes were wide as well, but her face at that moment was sort of hidden under the bill of the cap.

"Hey Heather..." I tried to sound pleased.

"I came by to... Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt... You're usually free during lunch..." she acknowledged the presence of my student.

Autumn scrambled up from the chair and yanked the paper from the desk. "Oh it's okay. We were done." She picked up her backpack and stuffed the paper in, zipping it up.

I forced out my most calm, teacher demeanor that I could. "Just think about the transition. I'm sure you can rework it to flow better and still keep the spirit of what you're trying to accomplish."

"Um- yeah okay, I'll try," she replied, sinking into a tone of slight irritation.

She was about to make her way past Heather without any further comment when my real girlfriend stopped her. "Oh, I remember you!"

Autumn stopped in her tracks and looked up at her. "Um... Yeah! Oh, thanks so much again for the jewelry!"

"Of course! At least tell me it fetched more than some spare change," she smiled.

"Oh definitely! People totally loved it!"

"That's great to hear."

"Yeah! So uh- thanks again! Bye!" and she scooted out of the room.

I just hoped it looked like a normal teenager trying to escape, and not anything suspicious. I got up from my seat and moved to give Heather a hug. "So what's the occasion?" I asked.