The Teacher – Chapter Two
He awoke with a bit of a start the next morning, his dream of being naked at the front of his class was likely the culprit. Besides that his sleep had been sound, perhaps aided by the third glass of wine he’d had with dinner. It was strange that he had slept right through; normally he heard his wife’s pathetic attempts to sneak into her room across the hall but not last night. He reached over to his nightstand and turned on his phone. A few seconds later the buzz of a text arriving sounded and a smile crossed his face. He wondered what Allie had sent him last night. Sadly it was his wife’s text that had come in.
Sorry, but I won’t be home tonight. My sister called and she had a big blowout with her husband so I went to her place to be with her. Probably staying Saturday night too so I’ll see you sometime Sunday.
How pathetic was all he could think. He knew she was with Richard. Always with Richard…he wasn’t a Rich or a Rick, he was a Richard and he was screwing his wife. Any doubts he had about meeting with Allie vanished.
He puttered around the house doing some minor fix-ups and yard work. He went back and forth about cancelling his dinner date. At three in the afternoon he typed a message apologizing and cancelling. He hesitated before hitting send then ended up deleting it. At four he was in the shower getting cleaned up for his date with Allie and the only text he had sent was asking what he could bring. Not surprisingly the answer was ‘nothing’.
At five he was leaving the house still debating what to take. Flowers would make it seem like a date and he didn’t want that. Wine made perfect sense but she was only eighteen and the drinking age was nineteen. He didn’t want to supply liquor to a minor but, given Allie’s age and maturity, he was reasonably sure she’d had a few drinks. On his way he spotted a liquor store while sitting at a red light and made the decision. Wine it was.
When he pulled into the parking lot at 225 McGregor Lane he knew he was out of his financial league. The area of town was obviously well off and the residents of this building were even better off. He had no idea who Allie was house-sitting for but he prayed it wasn’t Richard. He walked into the lobby and immediately discovered what Allie meant by a secure building. There was no way to get near the elevators without getting past the guard at the desk.
“Good afternoon, sir,” the guard said. “How can I help you?”
“I’m Jim Anderson and I’m here to see a friend of mine.”
“Ah, yes Mr. Anderson, Ms. Redford is expecting you. The elevator on the left behind me will take you to directly to the penthouse.”
There was no choice of buttons when he got on the elevator. There was a P and a G and he assumed P stood for penthouse so he pushed it. When the doors opened there was no choice of doors to knock on, just a small hallway and a door directly across from the elevator. He walked up and knocked.
“Door is open, come on in.” It was definitely Allie’s voice so he let himself in. “Make yourself at home, Jim. I’m just getting changed and I’ll be right with you.”
The entrance opened to the left into a living room, the right went down a hallway and straight ahead into the kitchen. He wandered into the living room and looked around at the decor. The artwork on the walls was original and the furniture was definitely not from Ikea. He was admiring a piece that reminded him of the Group of Seven when he heard her coming down the hall and turned to greet her but he was not expecting what he saw.
The woman approaching him was definitely Allie but looked nothing like the girl who was in his car yesterday. The black was gone, replaced by a knee-length, pink, floral print summer dress with spaghetti straps. Although he’d never seen her in pink that was the least of his surprises. Her long, jet black hair was gone, replaced by a shoulder length blonde cut. She wore no makeup and besides an earring in each ear there was not a piercing to be seen.
“Hi Jim,” she said. “Thank you for coming.”
All he could do was stare.
“I guess this is a bit of a surprise. You like?” She raised her hands in the air and did a pirouette.
He finally regained his composure. “A bit of a surprise is a bit of an understatement. You look completely different.”
“I suppose I do to you but you have to understand that this is the real me. Remember the Beatles song ‘Eleanor Rigby’? She was wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. That was me when I went to school. I took on the Allie persona and that helped me to survive high school. Now that it’s over I can be who I really am. I am Allison Redford and I’m pleased to meet you Jim Anderson.”
He smiled and offered her the bottle of wine that he had brought. “I’m pleased to meet you as well, Ms. Redford.”
“Oooh, an Amarone, my favourite red. Thank you kind sir. I’ll look forward to sharing this with you. Perhaps with dinner. But right now I have a bottle of my favourite Pino Grigio on ice in the kitchen. If you would be so kind as to open that for me I’d love to sit and have a drink with you.”
She led the way into the kitchen and he followed, trying not to watch her butt swaying in her dress but failing miserably. She grabbed a couple of glasses as he pulled the cork then with glasses in hand they made their way back to the couch in the living room. He sat first and she took a spot at the opposite end. He was slightly disappointed she wasn’t closer but at the same time a little relieved.
“I want to apologize again for yesterday,” she said, turning to face him. He opened his mouth to speak but she waved him off. “I know this is uncomfortable for you but I want you to know that I do truly love you. You have to understand that I am the only c***d of a father who is considerably older than my mother. They met in university when she was a freshman and he was one of her professors. We can argue nature versus nurture but I suspect it was a combination. My mom was an only c***d too and her parents died in a car crash when she was my age so she had no close family. I grew up listening to my dad’s friends, who had become my mom’s friends too, and playing with their k**s who were older than me. I’ve hung out with older friends all my life. When I got to the age where boys were of interest I found that the ones in my classes were all irritating and c***dish.”
She paused and took a substantial gulp from her wine then turned her whole body towards him on the couch.
“The reason I got a little pissed at you yesterday is that it’s not like I walked into your classroom for the first time and got all wet in the panties. I watched the way you were with the k**s in your class and I saw how much you cared for them and the material you were teaching. I grew to love you but I knew that it could not be because you were in a position of authority over me and because I was only s*******n at that time. I did not get up and walk away though, I waited patiently until now. Now that I’ve said all this, I understand that you need to decide whether you can ever reciprocate my feelings. If not I will understand and I suppose eventually I will move on but I could not live with myself if I did not try to build a life with you. Anyway, I’ve stated my case. It’s your turn.”
“Allie, you are a very bright and attractive girl.”
“Hang on a minute here.” It was his turn to wave her off but she was having none of it. “First off, Allie is is gone. She was a persona I wore to school and my school days are over. Second, I would appreciate it if you would at least give me the courtesy of not calling me a girl. I consider myself to be a woman and I would like the same respect from you.”
“You’re right and I apologize,” he said, “and I promise to call you Allison from here on in. I suppose what I need to say first is how flattered I am that you feel the way you obviously do about me but even if I wanted to be with you, and I’m not saying I don’t, there are two giant hurdles. Actually more like brick walls. Teaching is my life. You have to understand that without that there really wouldn’t be much, if anything, left for me. I understand that we would not be doing anything i*****l but there would be questions about when things started between us and those questions could put my career in jeopardy. The chances of me returning to teaching at my school or even in the same school board would be slim. I just can’t do that. The second hurdle is short and to the point. I am married. I confess that I’ve thought about you, and possibly us, a lot since yesterday and I just don’t see how it could work.”
“I completely understand,” Allison said, “but I’ve had a lot more time to think about this than you have and there are a couple of things I’d like you to consider. I know what teaching means to you. It’s obvious when I’m in your classroom. When you think about it though there are many teaching opportunities. I know you’ve been with the board long enough that you could take a sabbatical year. We could travel for a year and explore not only the world but opportunities that exist in other countries. Good teachers like you could work anywhere.”
She had obviously thought about this and he had to say he was intrigued. “Interesting,” he said, “but it still doesn’t change my marital status.”
“You know, Jim, being married and being happily married are two completely different things. Are you happy, Jim?”
Their eyes locked and it was like she was looking into his soul. His soul could not hide and he broke down. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried but this was more than a few tears. He wept and she was immediately by his side with her arm over his shoulders and her hand on his knee.
“Let it go,” she whispered, and he did. It was like the past two years of loneliness all poured out of him at once. When he finally had nothing left in him he looked up at her and apologized for his outburst. “You have nothing to apologize for. You are a beautiful, caring, loving, sensitive man and you deserve better.”
“You know Susan and I have not had sex or even slept in the same room for over a year now? Attempts at conversation are awkward so we really don’t try that often anymore. I’m almost positive that she’s having an affair. I’m at home preparing lesson plans and she’s out fucking the balls off of her boss. I don’t know what to do about it and honestly I don’t know if I even care enough to want to do anything about it.”
“I’m not trying to make light of the situation but there is an option, you know.” Allison had taken her arm off his shoulder but squeezed his knee as she spoke. “There’s this little thing called divorce. It sounds like you are both ready but no one has the courage to stand up and say it.” A timer went off in the kitchen. “Okay, enough or the serious stuff. Why don’t you open up the Amarone while I get dinner out. We’re going to have a nice dinner and talk about other stuff if that’s okay with you.”
He followed her into the kitchen. They chatted about stuff while she pulled dinner and he opened the wine. They chatted about stuff all through dinner. It was so easy and fun. It was something he hadn’t experienced since he could remember. They continued to chat about stuff after dinner was over and he had insisted on helping clean up. It was as if there was no age difference. As if there was no wife. As if this was exactly the way it was supposed to be.
She was reaching up to put a glass away in the cupboard when he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He held her tightly and kissed the sides of her neck and she simply relaxed into his arms. When he relaxed his grip and turned her around to face him she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Allison, what’s wrong?”
“Oh Jim, absolutely nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. You have no idea how often and how many ways I fantasized about this happening but this is so much better. I’m just so happy right now.”
He leaned in and kissed her, full on the lips this time and she pushed against him, kissing him back. He felt her breasts pressing into his chest the nipples hardening against him. He was sure she could also feel his penis hardening against her belly. They kissed and looked into each other’s eyes then kissed again. When he released her from the second kiss he stepped back and hooked his fingers under the spaghetti straps of her dress and slid them over her shoulders. She smiled and wiggled slightly allowing the dress to slip to the floor.
She had no bra but didn’t really need one. Her breasts were small and firm with nipples that pointed at him, called to him. His eyes wandered down past her waist where a small pink thong covered her pubis. There was no hiding his erection at this point and there was no hiding his desire to make love to her. He started to unbutton his shirt but she shook her head and moved to him taking over the job of removing his clothes. His shirt slipped off his shoulders to the floor. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She giggled when she had to struggle to pull his pants and briefs over his erection. When she achieved her goal she stood and hooked her thumbs into the straps of her thong and pulled them over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. And then they were standing naked in front of each other. Blonde was obviously her natural colour, he thought, as he noticed the neatly trimmed, sand coloured patch of hair on her mound.
She stepped towards him and pressed her nakedness into his and the energy that flowed from her to him was electric. She looked in his eyes and whispered, “Make love to me.” She took him by the hand and led him down the hall, turning into a the first bedroom on the right. She flipped on the lights and slid the dimmer to darken things slightly then dropped onto her back on the bed, smiling up at him.
He straddled her, knees on either side and bent to kiss her. She reached up to meet his lips and he felt his erection pressing against the firmness of her belly. He moved from her lips over to her neck and she moaned softly as he kissed her and nibbled on her earlobes. The pressure of his penis on her belly was intense and he knew he was going to ejaculate if he didn’t move. He wanted to feel himself inside her but there was no question that he would lose control if he tried so he went for his second option.
Lifting himself off of her he slipped one knee between her legs and she quickly spread them wider, making room for his other knee. He moved from her neck to her breasts he kissed her between her two firm mounds then moved to one of her areola. It had shrunk to a small circle as her nipple hardened and he ran his tongue over it then pulled her small hard nipple into his mouth. She groaned and pressed her breast to his mouth. He moved slowly from one breast to the other and back again then slipped his hand between her legs. She was soaked and his finger slid easily up and down along her slit. She thrust against him and he felt his finger slip between her labia. He curled his finger inside her and slid it back and forth along her pubic bone.
“Oh my God, Jim,” she moaned. “Oh Jesus, yes.”
He moved his kisses away from her breasts and down to her taut, flat belly. At this point she knew where he was headed and he could feel her hips starting to position her pussy closer to his mouth but he wasn’t making it easy for her. He moved from her belly to the inside of her right thigh kissing his way down to her knee then over to the other knee and back up to her pubic mound. Her gyrations were becoming more insistent and truthfully the scent of her moist pussy was driving him wild too. He slipped his finger out moving it down to the base of her pussy massaging her perinium and applying some pressure to her anus with the tip of his finger.
“Oh, Jim, yes. That feels so amazing.”
His tongue slipped back and forth over her labia and her occasional moans had turned to one long, steady groan with her hips rocking up and down in rhythm with his tongue. He slipped one hand up to the top of her pussy while the other maintained its pressure on her tight little back door. With his upper hand he stretched the flesh back, exposing her clitoris. Opening his mouth wide, he pulled all of her labia into his mouth. His tongue pushed her labia open and ran up the full length of her opening settling at the base of her clitoris. He circled it with just the tip and she let out a soft squeal of delight.
“Yes, yes, yes. Right there. Just like that.”
He followed instructions and worked her clit gently but insistently.
“You’re going to make me cum. Yes, oh God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmiinnnngg.” Her drawn out half squeal, half statement was accompanied by her hands grabbing his head and jamming it into her pussy. When she released his head her body continued to shudder as he gently blew on her dripping vagina. Her quivering body slowly relaxed and reached down to tilt his head up to face her. She had tears in her eyes again. “That was just amazing,” she whispered. “It was so much better than any fantasy I ever had about you.”
“You are amazing,” he said, smiling at her. “You taste and smell wonderful and I’m so glad I could make you feel like the woman you are.”
She pulled him up to her and kissed him. “Now it’s your turn.” She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, rubbing her still hard nipples against his. “She looked into his eyes. “Can I feel you inside of me?”
“I didn’t bring anything. I mean I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I don’t think either of us needs to worry about disease and I have the birth control looked after.”
He knew what she meant about him not having any diseases. He hadn’t had sex in over a year but what about her then a thought occurred to him. “Wait,” he said, “Is this your first time?”
She laughed. “No, it’s not. Well not exactly anyway. Now can I please feel you inside me?”
He nodded and she was on top of him in an instant. She raised her pussy over his erection and gripped it with one hand, guiding it to the entrance of her sweet, wet pussy. It was all he could do to keep from exploding as his head slipped inside her tight, warm hole. She groaned as she lowered herself down the full length of his shaft. He reached up and cupped her breasts then took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gently squeezed them.
She raised herself off of his throbbing cock and then lowered back onto him. He knew that he was not going to last. “Allison, I don’t think I can hold on any longer.”
“Let it go.” It was the second time that evening she whispered that to him. She raised herself off of him for the third time and as she slid down his length he erupted into her. She arched her back, and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of her pussy being filled with his semen. She sat like that for several minutes until he had wilted and begun to slip from inside her. Then she bent forward and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the night stand. She slipped off of him and stuffed the tissues between her legs then headed into the ensuite bathroom.
He lay there waiting for the strength to come back into his body and listening to the water running in the bathroom. Then she was back with a washcloth at the perfect temperature and began washing off his genitals. “There,” she said, when she was finished. “Feel better?”
“I feel amazing.”
“Me too.” She chucked the washcloth back into the bathroom and jumped onto the bed. “Will you just hold me now?”
They snuggled together on the bed, his arm around her and her head resting on his shoulder. Their bodies were pressed together and to him it felt like they were one entity. Her soft breath felt like a wonderful spring breeze on his chest. One of her hands gently stroked his belly and chest, occasionally brushing over the hair on his pubic mound. He could feel one of her breasts pressed into his side and could see the other resting on his ribs. He had just had quite possibly the most amazing sex of his life with a beautiful, intelligent woman and as she lay there gently touching him he felt a tingling in his testicles once again.
“Oh my,” Allison said, as her hand brushed over his hardening penis. “I think someone is already to play again.” She pulled out of his arms and rolled on top of him. “It’s my tun now.”
She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobes then worked her way to his nipples. No one had ever sucked and nibbled on his nipples before and it was incredible. He had no idea they was that sensitive. When she released his nipples and moved down to his belly he knew where she was headed and he couldn’t quite believe it. He couldn’t remember the last time his penis had been in a woman’s mouth but it would have been Susan. Before they were married the blowjobs had been at least semi-regular. They continued for awhile after they were married but slowly tapered off, stopping completely long before she moved into the bedroom across the hall and any form of sex stopped.
And then she was between his legs which seemed to have spread wide without him even having to think about it. She started on his scrotum kissing and licking her way over his sack and making his testicles throb even more. He felt her hot breath on his now wet scrotum as she opened her mouth and gently pulled one testicle into her mouth then released it and latched onto the other. When that one popped out of her mouth her tongue rode up the underside of his aching cock and when she reached his dripping head she pulled it into her mouth, swirling her tongue in a circle over his sensitive flesh.
Her eyes locked with his and he watched in amazement as she lowered her mouth slowly down his length. He never considered himself huge but this was the first time that any woman had made the attempt to take him completely into their mouth. She was very close when he heard a gurgle in her throat and she immediately lifted her mouth back off his cock. She coughed a couple of times and her eyes were watering but she never broke eye contact.
“My what a large penis you have, my good man.”
But obviously she was not going to be defeated because she was on him again and this time her lips met his pubic mound as his cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. She slipped off of him and smiled then plunged down on his length once again. When she came back up for air this time she went back to work on his throbbing head. Her tongue on the underside of his head was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
He reached down and with his palms on her cheeks tried to lift her face from his penis. “I’m going to cum, Allison.”
She lifted off of him, grinned and said, “I can’t wait.” Without missing a beat she was back onto his cock, working his head. He was holding on desperately, feeling the ache for release building, when suddenly he felt her finger pressing against his anus.
“Jesus Christ,” he moaned and his ass involuntarily thrust against her finger.
She released his head once more. “Turnabout is fair play. Feels good doesn’t it. Drove me over the edge and now it’s your turn.” She dove onto his cock sliding quickly up and down with the full pressure of her tongue pushing against the underside of his cock.
And it did drive him over the edge. He held her face motionless as he erupted into her throat. He could feel her tongue making gentle swishing motions over the his head. She was moaning lightly obviously fully enjoying the feeling of his seed filling her mouth. When he was finally done she let him slip from her mouth and locked onto his eyes again before making an obvious swallowing motion.
“I have to tell you that you taste absolutely wonderful also,” she said licking her lips. She slipped up on top of him, kissing him, and he could smell and taste his semen as she did. She rolled off of him with her back to him and pulled him into a spooning position. “I don’t know about you but I need a rest. Will you please just hold me?”
He slipped one hand under her neck and the other other her shoulder, pulling her tight and cupping one breast. It wasn’t long before her gentle breathing let him know that she had drifted into sleep. He lay there holding her, wishing he would never have to let go but knowing he had to get home. After at least a half an hour of debating what to do he eased his arm out from under her and slipped out of the bed. She stirred and murmured something unintelligible before drifting off to sleep again.
He made his way back to the kitchen and pulled on his clothes. He hated to leave without saying anything, like some guy who got what he wanted and screwed off, but he didn’t want to wake her. Glancing around the kitchen he noticed a note pad and pen on the fridge door. He grabbed them and wrote.
I’m sorry to slip out without saying anything but you were sleeping so beautifully and I didn’t want to disturb you. I want to thank you for a wonderful dinner and an amazing evening. I particularly enjoyed our dessert and nightcap.
You’ve given me a great deal to think about. I would like to meet with you again but I need a little time to digest what happened here tonight. Maybe we could chat by text in the meantime?
I just want to say that you shouldn’t take my leaving without saying anything as a type of rejection. Tonight was wonderful and I want to find a way forward with your help.
He had thought hard before signing it with just his name. He wanted to use the three words she had said to him so often over the past two days but in the end he knew that the first time he said ‘I love you’ it could not be on a refrigerator note pad.
He picked up her clothes, folding them neatly, and walked back into the bedroom. She was still breathing softly, deep in sleep. He wanted to kiss her but was afraid of waking her so he watched her chest rising and falling for a few moments then quietly closed the bedroom door and slipped out of the apartment.