It IS her job. Isn’t that what he said?

When I stepped through the doorway into the biology classroom, she was already watching the door. He eyes closed when she saw me enter the room, and that look was immediately on her face. Like a mildly disappointed, more than a little nervous ‘oh great.’ She shook her head slightly too, unable to successfully hide the nerves that were surely in knots inside her stomach.

I knew our little secret was safe. She was that kind of person. Pretending it didn’t happen. Telling herself ‘just don’t think about it, because it’s done and over with, and absolutely won’t happen again’ to rationalize it all away. Well, that was alright with me. I’d remind her. Again and again, I’d remind her.

I walked by her desk on the way to my seat.

“Good morning,” I said with a smile. “Have a good weekend?”

“Please take your seat,” she said quickly, eyes all business, but with a hint of fake authority, as if she had no time for idle chit chat. She looked quickly up into my eyes when I didn’t move, but she couldn’t hold it, just as quickly looking away. But for that brief moment she had a look on her face that said she was proud of herself for talking to me like that. Nervous, still. But like she was setting boundaries.

I lingered a moment or two longer, my eyes noticing that she still took the time to style her hair just right, and the light blue jeans she wore left little to my imagination. Such a tight little body, she had. And while the white shirt and blazer she wore did their best to cover her small, perky breasts, I knew for certain I’d see them sooner or later. Whether by her choice or mine remained to be seen. But I was confident I’d have them in my hands. Between my lips. My teeth. I bet those nipples were nice and pink, too. Small and cute, like she was.

But she didn’t acknowledge me again, merely pretending to ignore me, or pretending to be annoyed by my presence. Either or both. I don’t know. And I don’t care. I was like a shark that had gotten a taste of a sailor’s leg…and would come back for more. She softly cleared her throat as if to emphasize that I should go.

I smirked, a little impressed, then nodded and walked over to take my seat. Alright, Miss Laura. Have it your way. Set your boundaries. Then watch me break them. God, she smelled good. I wonder if she liked my cologne. Did the scent of me still linger in her little duplex apartment? I might have to pay another visit to make sure.

Class began and it was immediately clear that she had built up whatever she thought courage was over the weekend. No. Courage wasn’t the right word. I knew her. And courage did not seem to be something she possessed. Not with me, anyway.

But something like it. A couple of days away from me and that chipper attitude from the first day of class returned. She never called on me, and barely looked in my direction, but I got the sense that maybe she had done some kind of soul searching over the weekend. Maybe she thinks she can just end it. No one’s gotten hurt. If we stop now I can just put it all behind me. Beckett doesn’t need to know. Is that what she thought? If she did, she was mistaken.

I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Only one way to make sure.

So I just sat back and watched her teach the class, occupied by the way her body moved. The timid, nervous way she walked. Like she was uncomfortable in her own body. Mmm. I’d like to be in her body. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to remember how she felt. Her ass. Her tits. Her tongue in my mouth. So much potential, trapped inside, just begging to be let out.

The bell finally rang after what seemed like hours, and I slowly blinked myself back into the moment, holding my breath to stretch, then letting it out with a subtle smile on my face. A smile of anticipation. Whether she took her time gathering her things on purpose or not, I’ll never know, but fate sent the last few students out of the classroom in a hurry, leaving her and I alone as I, too, took my time. That is until the door began to close.

When she looked up and finally noticed it was just the two of us, it was too late. I could see it in her eyes as I stood between her desk and the door. Her only way out gently closed, its weight latching itself with a loud click.