Unexpected Visitor

If it wasn’t for the background sound of music coming from a nearby speaker in the lounge room, dinner would have been a lot more awkward. The sounds of knives and forks clattering against the plates would have been the only noise as the two remained quiet while they eat.

He had to give it to her. The Brisket had been cooked to perfection and the sides were just as delicious.

After putting the idea of sleeping with a student to get her ideal sexual relief she was after, nothing further had been said. She didn’t seem annoyed at all by the suggestion, maybe a little flustered.

As she sat across from him at the dinner table, Miss Hewitt looked like she was thinking a great deal about this.

“Beautiful dinner,” Mark finally said, breaking the ice.

Finishing a piece of meat in her mouth, the brunette stunner smiled, “Thank you, I don’t usually have time to cook so this is a rare occasion.”

“Well lucky me then!”

Just seconds later, they heard a knock at the front door. Almost immediately after the first knock, the door opened up and in walked Miss Fischer, another teacher on campus, one that Mark had actually had proper sexual experiences with.

Her lighter coloured hair was down and curled, she wore a tight black dress. Cleavage was well and truly on show.

Sitting across from Mark, Miss Hewitt muttered the word fuck as she rubbed her forehead, remembering something she had forgotten.

“Ohhh what the… what’s going on,” Miss Fischer said, approaching the dinner table, “Hi Mark, didn’t think I’d see you here.”

He smiled, understanding the surprised look on her face, “Miss, how are you this evening.”

“I’m doing very well, just a little surprised to walk into this, I didn’t mean to intrude, I was just about to take Elsie out onto the town but I’m guessing she’s forgotten,” she said, then looking at Miss Hewitt.

She put down her fork and knife on top of her almost empty plate, “Sorry Jenna, I completely forgot. Can you give me like twenty minutes?”

Miss Fischer nodded, pulling up a spare seat in the kitchen, sitting next to the two having dinner. She squinted at Mark, trying to work out just how he had managed to pull off a private dinner with the strict teacher in her own kitchen.

She looked back and fourth between them, “So what’s this dinner all about?”

“It’s nothing important,” Miss Hewitt said, shutting things down.

Mark decided just to sit there silently, not confirming or denying anything that Miss Hewitt was saying.

However, it didn’t take long until Miss Fischer worked out exactly what was happening here. She let out a bit of a gasp, her mouth wide open, “Wait a minute…. Oh my god… he knows, that’s the only thing that would make sense… you know about…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, well done detective, you’ve worked it out,” Miss Hewitt then said, cutting her fellow teacher off.

Without saying anything, Mark let out a bit of a smirk in Miss Fischer’s direction.

“So what? He found out so you made him dinner to keep it a secret?” she asked her colleague.

“I guess you can say that.”

As the two finished the last of their food from their plates, the attention returned back to where they were going tonight.

The two were still young enough to enjoy themselves out in the city during the week and over the weekends when they found the time.

“It’s this club on Spencer Street, maybe a little bit of a more mature vibe but always good for us when every 40 year old man wants to buy us a drink,” Miss Fischer explained.

“I’m sorry Mark, sorry to have to cut things short,” she said while standing up, “I forgot I had agreed to going out tonight. Hope you understand.”

He nodded, watching her take the plates and cutlery away from the table.

“Well why don’t you join us tonight Mark?” Miss Fischer then asked the boy as Miss Hewitt began putting her empty plate in the sink.

He could see Miss Hewitt from the Kitchen looking unsure about this. But after inviting him over for dinner, could she really say no to letting him go out with them.