Mr Teacher needs some help

Vi stands outside Mr Ramirez’s office, pushing her bangs out of her face, she makes sure that the sweater is tucked nicely into her jeans, the curve of her breasts and the smooth texture of the turtleneck sweater giving a subtly, seductive silhouette of her figure. She adjusts her headband, the pink one she wears not as often as she’d like, she knocks on the office door.

“Mr Ramirez? I’m here. Can I come in?”

“Yes yes! come on in!”

Vi opens the door and steps inside, doing her best attempt at looking innocent and not at all interested in wanting to sleep with him, she walks in and smiles.

Mr Ramirez looks up and laughs, as Vi sits down across from him, “You don’t have to announce yourself, just a knock is fine, I typically expect you to arrive when I’ve asked you to come.”

Vi giggles, looking up through her eyelashes at her teacher, pushing a strand of hair behind her ears, “Sorry. I just don’t want to catch you off guard, sir.”

He gives her a pointed look, “You don’t need to be so formal, you’re here to help me! In these moments, we’re equals.”

He reaches down and pulls out a stack of papers, “You don’t have to call me Juan, but please no ‘sir’,” he chuckles and slides the papers over, “it makes me feel like I’m 50 years old.”

Vi and takes the first paper off the top, placing it in front of she reaches across and grabs the answer rubric, “If you were 50, wow, you would great for 50.”

Mr Ramirez scoffs and laughs, putting a cross through an answer in front of him, “I appreciate that thank you, I’ll remember that when I turn 50.” He laughs again.

Some quietness passes as they work, correcting and marking assignments submitted by his students. Vi asked at one point if she could put some music on, which he consented to, so she put on some soft jazz, a music genre that Mr Ramirez very much appreciates.

“Ah, Sorry, Vi. Im going to have to ask you to prepare some slides for my next class, it’s your class so —“

Vi smiles and opens her laptop, “I already did it.”

“What?” What do you mean?”

Vi attaches the powerpoint to an email and sends it through, “Well I made a basic template, I figured that this would be more efficient, it’s got the basic info from the textbook, and then you can add some slides for specific things you want us to focus on.” She looks up, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

Mr Ramirez is shocked, mouth hanging open he looks down and checks the slides he made, “Wow. This is amazing. Thank you Vi.” He looks up with concern, “I hope you are not, overexerting yourself? How far in advance do you have these?”

Vi smiles, “Just 2 weeks, it gives me an excuse to study and stay on top of everything anyway.” She tilts her head and shrugs, “I’m happy to help.”

Mr Ramirez lets out an impressed breathe, nodding approvingly, “What would I do without you, you’re amazing.”

She smiles, playfully brushing her hair over her shoulders, “You can say that twice.”

He chuckles and nods, closing his eyes, “You. Are. Amazing. I knew, I made the right choice picking you from the applications.”

Vi blushes, rubbing her knees together and tilting her head side to side with a soft smile, “Things you love to hear, you are my favourite professor.” She leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “I wouldn’t do this for any other teacher.” She grins.

Mr Ramirez laughs again, taking off his blazer jacket, “Lucky me. Alright, lets focus again. We need to finish as much of these as we can, I’m sure you have plenty of more exciting things to do, and you’ve done a lot as it is. So, I don’t want to keep you.”

Vi shakes her head, “No no, you can’t get rid of me that easily, I’m happy to help you and get more done, you’re already busy, I read the news, I know you professors are underpaid and overworked, let me help.”

Mr Ramirez sighs and looks up at Vi meeting her eyes, he sighs softly, “Regardless, let’s get stuck in.”

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Welp.

I accidentally deleted the story and had to get it reapproved, so all my drafts (for a little bit - deleted now) got published, I still need more time.

Sorry

-AP