Ms. Markle - My old Chemistry Teacher

"Michael?? Michael are you OK?" her voice finally came through the haze in my vision.

"Shit.. what just happened?" I asked, starting to realize that in front of me was none other than Ms. Markle, my old Chemistry teacher. Her black hair was put up into a bun like always, sharp and feminine with a simple white collar shirt. She was in her 40s, near my mom's age but maybe with just - a little more stress. But we had always been close in school, I was happy it was her.

"Well frankly, I was going to ask you that, Michael." She explained as she helped me up. After seeing that I was mostly fine, she continued, "as far as I can tell, one of my old students was curiously walking around campus and decided to punch Billy Eiser in the face. I was really hoping that you could fill in some of those blanks for me. Come on, lets step into my office." she commanded in her familiar phrasing.

That was fine for me though, I welcomed sinking into her comfy two-seated couch. She sat down behind the desk and on, unsurprisingly, the same office chair from years ago. Her face read like she was concerned, but was also more loose than she would normally have been, dropping the teacher front for a minute.

"You need ice? I can call the nurse." - OK, so she was quickly back to the teacher talk.

"No no.. its... ah, its fine." I said, my hand rubbing my sore lower back. My self massaging took a suprising turn when I felt a strange wetness on the top of my pants in the back, I wonder what that was --

"OK, Michael - now time to tell me, what the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, partially laughing but still quite serious. Her elbows leaned over the desk, eye brows lifted, ready to hear my story.

With my attention back, I considered for a second telling her everything. "Ms. Markle - you wouldn't even believe me if I told you."

Her knowing eyebrows just lifted higher, a master in childhood communication telling me to try her.

"I actually came back because I was hoping to get... ask for some supplies. I'm working on a chemistry compound for this idea but I needed a few things."

She wheeled her chair back a bit as she listened to my words. With a slight smile, she asked "Oh, so you didn't come all this way just to physically **** some students?"

I had a laugh in the chair, joking back with her "No mam, here for work - that's just more of a hobby really".

She laughed out loud, using her hands to boost herself up from her seat. I hadn't really noticed before how good her hips looked in that long black pencil skirt, curves of a real woman. She nodded over to the door behind the desk that led to the locked section of the chemistry closet.

"Well Billy was a little shit head, so I'm glad that worked itself out. Come on then, let's go talk business first, see what you need. Then, we can talk more a little more about these extra curricular activities of yours Michael."

I watched with upmost attention as she bent over ever so slightly to unlock the door, swinging it open and disappearing into the other side. That last sentence sure felt very flirty from her. I was a little worried what might transpire here inside of this chemistry closet, but I was getting so close to my goal.