Student Teacher

You sat in your classroom long after when all of the teachers with lives had left, to be honest you weren't working but your apartment was haunted by Whitney so you sat staring at a map of the United States on the far wall.

"Not surprised you're still here," came a voice.

You looked up to see the principal standing in the doorway.

"Principal Welker," you said.

"Please, Mark," he said walking in.

"Mark," you said staying seated.

"Still struggling with the separation?"

You nodded and sipped your cold coffee wishing it was hot, or liquor.

"Well I have something that might help distract you," he said.

"Don't make me the fucking union rep."

Mark chuckled, "if you say so but no, we have someone coming to do student teaching, they were with Mary but she's on maternity."

"So why me?" you asked, "that's another program."

"Yeah but you're honestly our best teacher, kids like you, parents like you, plus I think you need this."

"Thanks," you said, "anything I should know about her?"

"Yeah," said Mark, "she's one of your former students, she was ecstatic when I said she was being placed with you."

One of your students was back as a grad student holy fuck you were getting old.

The next morning you got in early, you wanted to talk to your new student teacher before the kids started showing up. As you set your stuff down on the desk you heard, "Mr. Henry!?"

You turned around and saw a pretty black girl with glasses smiling ear to ear.

"No way," you said as recognition set in, "Brittney?"

She made to hug you but stopped, "sorry, that would probably be inappropriate."

"Probably," you said, "bring it in"

She hugged you tight before pulling back. Your tried not to be obvious about checking her out but she was really pretty, you wouldn't have recognized her she'd grown up so much if it wasn't for the smile.

"I can't believe you're here," you said, "and almost a teacher."

"Well you inspired me," said Brittney.

Brittney had been in your first class ever, she was shy and lacked any confidence in her abilities but with some help you realized she was dyslexic. After getting her the proper services she excelled and her parents couldn't have been happier, now here she was trying to help kids like her.

You'd never had a student teacher before but Brittney was a natural and the kids all liked her. As the weeks past you weren't thinking about Whitney, you were working with Brittney and finding out more about her path to teaching, she'd chosen the same university as you to study now she was living with her parents hoping to find a job right out of grad school. As the school year wound down Brittney's last day approached and you offered to take her out to dinner to celebrate.

"You really didn't have to," said Brittney as you were seated.

"I wanted to," you said pulling her chair out for her.

"Such a gentleman Mr. Henry."

"I think you can call me Burt," you said, "we're practically colleagues now."

"I don't know," she said blushing.

"So," you said after you'd ordered, "ready for your certification exams?"

"Ugh," she groaned, "no."

"Come on, you'll be fine."

"I hate standardized tests," she said.

"Yeah, but you have a 4.0 average you graduated suma cum laude, head of your school's education honor society."

"Looking into me Mr. Henry?"

"Maybe a bit," you said, "I'm just so proud of you."

"Well what about you?" she asked, "what have you been up to, married?"

"Yes," you said detecting a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, "but we're separated."

"I'm so sorry," she said taking your hand, "how are you doing?"

"Better than I was, still not great working with you has actually been a great distraction."

"Happy to help," she said with her trademark smile.

"Mr. Henry," said Brittney as dessert was cleared away, "can I tell you something?"

"Sure," you said a little wary of the look in her eyes.

"You were my first crush." She let that hang in the air a moment as she took your hand, "now that we're no longer working together I just wanted to let you know, this night doesn't have to end here."

This was a bad idea part of your brain screamed, but you couldn't deny that Brittney was beautiful and here she was basically telling you how the rest of this night would go. As your mind raced she ran her finger over the collar of her shirt brushing it open a bit so you could see her cleavage.

"Would you like to come back to my place?"

"Love to," she said with her smile.

You got into the car and started towards your place, the drive was a blur but soon you were letting her into your apartment.

"Can I tell you something else?" she asked as you stood easily a foot taller than her, "I'm really nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" you asked brushing some of her dark hair from her face.

"I haven't done a lot, will you teach me Mr. Henry?"

"Of course," you said, "Ms. White."

Brittney smiled as you leaned in and kissed her.

"You must have fantasized about this for a while," you said, "how do you want it?"

"In my fantasy," she said, "you're **** at first."

"Well we really shouldn't be doing this," you said turning away from Brittney, "I'm old enough to be your father."

"No you're not Mr. Henry."

"It would be so wrong," you said as she pulled you around to face her.

"Am I not pretty enough?"

"God no," you said openly ogling your former student, "you're fucking gorgeous."

She groped your cock through your pants and smiled, "feels like you want me, I'm a fast learner," she unzipped your pants and reached in groping you over your underwear.

"Nobody can know about this," you said.