Her:
The awkward sixteen year old boy once again entered my office. Two times in a period of two days, am I a circus act or something? Perhaps I should get rid of my juggling monkeys so I stop attracting attention. I am a high school principal, aren’t kids supposed to be afraid of me? I think that I need to turn green and grow some fangs; maybe that would ward off these pesky little creatures.
"Good morning, Adam," I said, sending him a fake smile.
Adam seated himself on the chair in front of me. He looked nervous so he must’ve been ready for some serious discipline. I prepared myself as I took a sip of my coffee. I was displeased when most of it stuck to my lips, I licked it off. How professional. I glanced through his teacher’s report.
"Miss Fletcher isn't very happy with you, huh?" I questioned him.
"No, she's not," he looked down in shame.
I took my glasses off and rubbed my hand's together, "Adam, you can't continue this excessive talking. The rules here are not that hard to follow."
"I know," he said, "I will cut down on the talking."
"That's what you said yesterday and here we are for another lunch date. If you get sent back here again, I'm calling your mom. Do you understand?" I asked him.
"I understand," he confirmed.
I shook my head and stepped out of my chair. I wiped off the lingering crumbs on my skirt, pulling it down a little. The shelf with the hall-passes was like a stuffed closet. What a mess – there’s just too much to do in one day here; the dust can tell you that story. My coughing fit was proof.
"Excuse me," I cleared my throat.
He pulled a water bottle out of his backpack.
"Do you need water?" He offered.
I walked back to him, defeated. I couldn't find the passes that I was looking for.
"No, no thank you," I replied, "Just go back to class and say that I sent you."
He quickly rose to his feet, "Thank you, Miss Johnson."
"And once you get there, keep quiet!" I smiled.
I couldn't have been happier to get rid of him.
Him:
For the second time that week, I entered Miss Johnson's office. Coincidence? I think not. Miss Johnson was a fox. She was so seductive! Her beauty was brilliant. Best of all, I knew that she liked me too!
"Good morning, Adam," she said in her deepest sex-hotline voice.
I could tell how happy she was to see me. She wrapped her plump red lips around the top of her mug and took a small sip. Ohhh, what I would have done to be that mug. Then, she really got me. She licked her lips in the most suggestive way possible. I tingled all over and I mean all over, she knew exactly what to do to drive me wild.
"Miss Fletcher isn't very happy with you, huh?" She asked me. I could have sworn she winked at me.
"No, she's not," I looked down because I could feel my face growing intensely hot. She could play tough with me any day!
She slipped her glasses off and stared deeply into my eyes. She rubbed her hands together.
"Adam, you can't continue this excessive talking. The rules here are not that hard to follow," she was only jealous that I wasn't excessively talking to her.
"I know," I said, "I will cut down on the talking."
She looked at me, "That's what you said yesterday and here we are for another lunch date. If you get sent back here again, I'm calling your mom. Do you understand?”
We did have a steamy first date but it was a little early to meet the families. But if that’s what my lady wanted then that was what she’d get.
I muttered, "I understand.” I understand to be back in her office tomorrow.
Then she stood up. She wiped off what looked like crumbs on her skirt and pulled it down. I didn't understand why because her legs looked never ending. Her skirt fit so perfectly over her slender thighs. I could have sworn that she saw me drooling.
When she turned around to walk to the shelf, my eyes popped out of my head and my jaw hit the floor. She had some dangerous curves! When she reached the shelf she coughed; I must have taken her breath away. I reached into my bag and pulled out my water bottle.
"Excuse me," she said as she cleared her throat.
"Do you need water?" I held out my water to her.
She walked back towards me and shook her head.
"No, no thank you," she replied, "Just go back to class and say that I sent you."
I could tell that she was saddened that I had to go. If it were my choice, I would have stayed.
I stood up, "Thank you, Miss Johnson."
"And once you get there, keep quiet!" She gave me a smile; the kind of smile that said, ‘I’ll see you later.’
I turned away from her and walked out the door. I knew she was as disappointed as I was, probably checking me out as I walked out the door. I began to contemplate which class period I'd see her the next day. |
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