The week that followed was sheer agony. I sat in Miss Mia’s class waiting for her to give me some kind of hint as to what she thought of what I had handed in to her. Each day seemed to speed past at a lightning-like pace until her class started…and then things slowed to a crawl. I did my best to read her, but I came up with nothing each and every time. I had no clue if she had even scanned what I had given her yet, and I wasn’t about to ask. Any time we made eye contact during class, she simply smiled the way she always did…so I had nothing to go on.
By the middle of the week, I had thought about putting things into my bag slower at the end of the period so I would be the only one left behind in the room with her. I convinced myself that by doing so, it would force her to say something regarding whether or not she had even read any of my work yet. I knew she was a busy instructor with plenty of classes to teach, so there was a good chance she hadn’t even glanced at the first page yet. But then my mind was plagued by the fact that she might’ve stayed up late on one of the weekend nights while lying comfortably on her bed dressed in some frilly lingerie with a lamp on as she ardently scanned through my story and realized she was reading about herself. Crap.
It’s going to seem like I’m going off on a completely different tangent out of the blue, but this sidenote does have relevance to the story, so let me explain: Our school was known for having one of the best boys’ wrestling teams in our neck of the woods. The top contenders – including one of my close friends with the last name of Shatter – had a nearly perfect record for the last four years, and the Physical Education teacher who coached the team was quite proud of that fact. Anyway, on this particular year, there was a huge tournament being held in a city far to the north, and as long as kids had their parents’ permission, many of them were being excused from classes on the last day of the school week to drive up north and attend the tournament. Under normal circumstances, it was something I wouldn’t have cared much about, but when I found out that a bunch of my friends were going, I debated on asking my parents if I could head out with them so I could get out of seeing Miss Mia directly before the weekend. I had this strange feeling that if I was in class with her when half of the other students were excused, something bad was going to befall me when the bell rang to signify the week was over…
I was undecided about things until classes were over on the afternoon before the fateful day. I approached one of my best buds, Welch, and asked what time he and the others were leaving in the morning. When he asked if I had finally decided to tag along, I nodded…but to my dismay, he promptly informed me that the car they were driving in was packed full. He told me he wished I had come to a decision sooner because one of our other friends, Fox, had spoken to him earlier in the day about taking the last place in the carload they’d have. His car was going to be practically overflowing with teenage testosterone.
Damn it. I could still go, but I would be driving alone. It wouldn’t have been the worst thing, but I really didn’t want to drive for four hours by myself…especially if it started snowing along the way. Winter wasn’t quite over yet even though spring was supposed to be underway, but the weather wasn’t exactly perfect…and it could change at the drop of a hat. I knew I was stuck.
“Well, them’s the breaks, I guess.” I know Welch felt bad about turning me down after I grumbled those words, but it wasn’t his fault I hadn’t said something sooner. He had asked me to go earlier in the week with him and the others, but I had turned them down. They had obviously wanted me along not only because we’d be able to skip a day of school legitimately and have a boatload of fun, but also for the fact that with more people in the car, it would be cheaper to split gas money and hotel fare. I had blown it.
I still remember lying awake in bed that night. I had never dreaded a school day so much in my life. The funny thing was, I still didn’t even know if Miss Mia had had a chance to read my story yet. For all I knew, she had been busy with her job and personal life to the point where my pages were just sitting on the corner of a table in her house waiting to be perused. She probably hadn’t even looked at the stack since I had handed it to her almost a week prior. Something inside told me that wasn’t the case, though.
When the dreaded day rolled around and it was time for her class, I could see that I had been correct about how empty the room was. We normally had twenty-seven or twenty-eight students in her class on average, but on this particular day, there were only twelve of us sitting there. I felt like more of a target than ever before since there was no one seated around me, and since Miss Mia had decided to just use the period as something of a “study day” instead of giving a lesson due to the number of kids who were gone, it made things even more cumbersome for me. With my desk so close to hers, I didn’t dare raise my eyes. There were a few times as I sat there with my pencil earnestly scribbling a bunch of gibberish that I was convinced that I could feel the dazzling instructor’s breen orbs upon me. I wondered what was going through her mind…
I should preface some of this by saying that before the class had officially started and the bell had rung, one of my other friends who hadn’t left for the tournament approached me and asked if I planned on going after school was out. He was apparently going to head that way directly after class was over with a carful of other students whose parents had okayed the trip, but only after they had attended school for the day. I responded by telling him I wasn’t planning on it, but I wished our guys’ team the best.
About five minutes before class wrapped up, I glanced up at the clock and could see that time was still moving slower than usual. As much as I usually enjoyed my Creative Writing class, this wasn’t one of those days…and I was aching for it to be over. It felt like I had been sitting in the same spot since seven o’clock in the morning, and even though my desk was one of the furthest from the door, I was ready to fly out of the room before any of the other students managed to even stand up. Little did I know, taking a look at the clock above was the mistake that led to my downfall because it seemed to draw attention to me.
“Marcus,” Miss Mia shattered the silence, “Would you be able to stay behind for a few minutes after class?”
“Sure,” I gulped, and had trouble making eye contact with my attractive instructor. I knew in that moment that this was it. It was all over. She had read it, put the pieces together, and was ready to have me expelled for being some kind of pervert. How was I ever going to explain this to my parents…?
What felt like three hours later, the bell rang to allow the other eleven students in the room to take their leave and begin the weekend in freedom. As they all filtered out of the room, I sank deeper into my chair and could only imagine what was in store for me. A week ago at this same time, I was about to be on top of the world…but now, I felt like I was about to fall from grace in the worst of ways.
After everyone had been gone for at least a minute, Miss Mia finally looked up from her desk and made eye contact with me. She grabbed a stack of papers that I knew to be my story, and she smiled as she climbed off her chair. Well, at least the look on her face seemed somewhat placid…
I watched as she rounded her desk and walked up to the smaller one next to mine. Like the previous week, she seated herself on top of it as she held the beginning of my fantasy/erotica novel in her hands. She let out a deep breath as she continued to smile and exclaimed, “Well, where to begin!”
“Didn’t like it?” I bluntly queried, hoping to soften the blow.
“On the contrary!” she energetically responded. “If I’m being completely honest with you, Marcus, I loved it! I only really had one problem with it…”
Oh, boy, I thought. Here it comes. This isn’t going to be good…
“My only gripe is that there’s not enough of it!” My instructor informed me. “I realize you said the work was incomplete, but I flew through this in one evening because I was hooked! Now, you mentioned that you had more saved on your computer at home, so I was wondering just how much? Is it close to completion, or is it just a bit…?”
“You…liked it?”
“No, I didn’t just like it…I loved it!”
She was being honest. I could see it in her face…she truly adored what I had written. I was trying to figure out why since she had to know that I had scrivened about her…in provocative ways. Was she okay with this…?
Miss Mia placed a hand on top of the stack and leaned forward just a bit as she lowered her voice and asked, “I overheard you and one of the other students at the beginning of class talking about the boys’ wrestling tournament. Were you truly not going to head up north tonight?”
I shook my head. “I had thought about it earlier in the week, but some of my close friends who were going left already…and their car was full, so I wasn’t going to head out alone.”
“What if you and I went together?”
I wasn’t sure I had heard my teacher correctly. I didn’t want to come off sounding like a bumbling idiot, but I also didn’t want to offend her either. “Uh…huh?”
I could tell that the beautiful woman must’ve thought she had crossed a line. As she looked away from me and climbed off the desk she had been seated on, she started to make her way back towards her own as she actually stumbled over her words and said, “Well, I just thought that maybe if you didn’t have anyone to go with, perhaps you and I could ride together and discuss your work during our trip.” Her voice trailed on as she muttered, “I didn’t mean to sound…” I couldn’t make out the last few words she said.
Well, how about that…she was just as nervous as I was!
I could hardly conceal my excitement at the prospect of traveling nearly four hours with someone I considered to be the most marvelous teacher in the entire school. “I would love to do that, Miss Mia!” I told her. “I think it would be awesome to drive out there with you!”
My energy seemed to feed more of the same back into the gorgeous woman as she looked up and met my eyes. “Really?” she asked, almost in shock. “It wouldn’t be embarrassing to be seen with me?”
“Are you kidding?” I asked with a confidence I didn’t know I possessed in my voice. “I would think that you would be the one who would be embarrassed to be seen with me!”
The lovely teacher laughed as she exclaimed, “Quite the contrary, Marcus! I would feel like the belle of the ball showing up with you!”
We both laughed for a few seconds until it became ineptly silent in the room. I felt like it was my job to speak up before either of us said something we’d come to regret, but I couldn’t find the words. I should’ve known that Miss Mia always had a way of easing the tension.
“Um, Marcus,” she suddenly spoke up as she made her way across the room so she could kick out the doorstop leading into her classroom. She let the wooden portal close as I felt the temperature in the room increase by about five or ten degrees. I knew she wasn’t about to try anything remotely sexual on me, but a guy could hope, right?
The stunning instructor made her way back across the room and took a seat on the desk next to mine again. Even though the door was shut, she still spoke in a voice barely above a whisper when she told me, “I’m not trying to sound like a rebel or anything, but I should’ve considered sooner how the school has rules about teachers and students being seen in such…social settings and whatnot.”
I nodded my understanding. I deflated a bit since I figured my favorite teacher was about to call off our little road trip.
“Now, while I have absolutely no problems about being seen with you in public,” she went on, “I don’t think my superiors would be very happy about it. However, if you’d still like to travel together so we can discuss more details of your story, I would love to do so…but I think we should probably keep this between you and I.”
I again nodded my understanding. Being in the position she was in, Miss Mia could probably lose her job for being seen alone with a student. Even though we were going on an innocent drive to head out to the boys’ wrestling tournament, there would surely be at least one person who wouldn’t see things in such a manner even though we were both consenting adults.
“Would your parents be okay with the two of us riding together?” The inquisitive teacher then asked me. “I would be more than happy to swing by your house and pick you up so I could introduce myself at the same time. Would they find that awkward at all?”
I shook my head. Deep down, I knew they wouldn’t have cared at all if Miss Mia hadn’t been so damn young and attractive…but since she was, they would maybe find it a little odd. Still, I talked about her all the time since she was my favorite teacher, so going to a school-based event with her shouldn’t have been a big deal. Besides, she was a mature adult. My parents should’ve been more worried about me leaving town with my rowdy friends.
“Then it’s settled!” My vibrant instructor proclaimed as she jumped off the desk with bliss radiating from her every pore. “I’ll leave you alone so you can go home, and I’ll come by and pick you up in a couple of hours! I’ll hopefully get out of here a little early, so I’ll rush home, freshen up, pack a quick bag, and head over!” She walked back over to her desk and opened one of the drawers in order to pull out what looked like a small purse. As she started rifling through it, she glanced up with a slight look of concern on her face as she asked me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Marcus?”
“Of course!” I answered the wonderful woman. I could see that my response filled her with confidence yet again. I gathered my things and finally stood up as I was reminded upon seeing her purse and told her, “I have some money at home, so I can help you pay for gas!”
Miss Mia waved the thought off. “Think nothing of it! I can handle the expenses!”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I wouldn’t think of sticking you with all the bills!” I’m extremely glad that I managed to cut myself off soon enough because I almost said, “I’d never think of making a beautiful lady pay my way!” I can’t imagine how that would’ve brought things grinding to a screeching halt. I quickly cleared my throat and exclaimed, “I’ll see you in a bit, Miss Mia!”
My incredible teacher glanced up and lifted a finger in the air as she corrected me and said, “Ah, what did I tell you about that, Marcus? When we’re alone…”
“Sorry…Tessa!” I replied with a smile on my face. I could see her smiling back.
My heart raced as I rushed out of the room. I would’ve loved to tell all my friends about what had just happened, but I wasn’t about to throw my favorite teacher under the bus. What we were doing wasn’t what some people would consider “normal.” It’s not like we had bad intentions or anything, but it would certainly be something a lot of people would frown upon. I knew my parents would understand, but they wouldn’t spread word around like my friends would if they had known the details. It saddens me when I think about how much the world has changed nowadays…
Anyway, I raced down the hallway and toward my locker. After gathering what I’d need for the weekend, I bolted to the parking lot and drove home in my black pickup. It was probably when I was pulling into the driveway that I realized I hadn’t even told Tessa Mia where I lived…
***
When I arrived home, I had immediately told my mom about the plan to head out to the tournament with Miss Mia. I had half expected the surprise on her face, but overall, she seemed to be okay with it. When my dad arrived home from work, she told him about the plan…and he seemed to take things a little better than she initially had. I think they both found it a little bizarre that a teacher was willing to drive me such a great distance to be with and watch my competing friends, but they were also well aware of the fact that I was old enough to do a lot of things on my own. If this was something I wanted to do, I should be able to do it. It’s not like I was running off with that fabulous woman and eloping. I was literally heading out for a day and a half to a sporting event.
I was rendered speechless when my mom suddenly asked what we were doing for sleeping arrangements. To be honest, Miss Mia and I had not even discussed it, and I had been under the impression that once we arrived, I would find out where my friends were staying and crash with them. The thought that I’d be leaving Miss Mia alone after the good deed she had done for me hadn’t even crossed my mind. I suddenly felt like the lowest of the low.
I was also beginning to wonder if I would even be able to go. I quickly remembered how I hadn’t told my wonderful teacher my address, and since she had offered to drive us, she wouldn’t have a clue as to where I lived. I kept telling myself that the school had to have some kind of directory that she could look me up with, but I was beginning to wonder if I had worked myself up for nothing. Maybe I wouldn’t be laying eyes on my ravishing Creative Writing instructor until the following week again.
Everything has a way of working out, though, and a little after five o’clock, Miss Mia pulled up in my driveway. She had a cute, maroon-colored car, and when I saw her climb out of it from my bedroom window, I dashed for the front door with my heart racing. I wondered how things would go when she met my parents…and I also wondered why I was acting like a guy who was about to introduce his girlfriend for the first time. For crying out loud, she was just a teacher doing a good deed for me! I had to get my head on straight.
I opened the front door as my smiling instructor walked up to our front step. She looked just as incredible as ever as I invited her in and asked if I could take her coat. I realized it was kind of dumb to do so since we would be leaving right away, but she kindly accepted my offer and I hung it on the nearby coatrack. Even though the layout of my house was pretty obvious, I led her upstairs and to the living room where my parents and younger sister sat.
“Hey, everyone,” I gathered their attention. “This is the teacher you’re always hearing so much about. This is Miss Mia.”
“Tessa,” my awesome instructor somewhat corrected me as she extended a hand first to my mom. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Niceties were then exchanged between everyone as my family hastily realized why I spoke so highly of my Creative Writing teacher. I offered to grab Tessa a soda for the road as we all talked, but she kindly declined since she laughed and told all of us, “If I drink too much now, we’ll be making rest stops every fifteen minutes!”
There was a little more conversation for about five more minutes until Tessa pointed out that the sun would be going down in about an hour. She then informed my parents that she would drive carefully since she would never let anything bad happen to me, and I’m pretty sure my sister noticed me blushing when she confirmed that I was her favorite student and that she wouldn’t know what to do in class without me around. The look in my eyes told the little rug rat that I’d get her back later for trying to embarrass me in front of the radiant woman.
After we left my house and were both buckled up in the car, Miss Mia apologized for being late even though she wasn’t. As she backed out of the driveway, she informed me that she had stopped and filled her gas tank up, but we would more than likely have to stop for fuel at least once along the way. I told her that would be no big deal and that I had money to help pay for our traveling expenses. Just like she had done earlier in the day, she told me that wouldn’t be necessary…but I wasn’t about to leech off her.
As we started down the road, she started treating me almost in a motherly fashion as she told me how the controls in her vehicle worked in case I became too warm or too cold. She also instructed me how to recline the seat if I needed to, and she laughed as she told me I was free to turn on the radio if I grew bored with her. I knew that would never be the case.
The four and a half hours we spent on the road flew by. I’m not lying when I say that it felt like I was only in that automobile for about five minutes. We talked and laughed about a plethora of things, and when the story I had written was brought up, Tessa went on and on about how much she enjoyed it. It made me feel pretty good about myself when she had reasons to back up everything she brought up, and I should’ve known she was intelligent enough to point out little details that I didn’t think normal readers would pick up on. At one point, she even said, “I’m going to sound pretty typical when I say this, but my favorite characters are the two main ones…you just made them so lovable!” When she spoke of the female lead based on her, she never mentioned whether or not she had made the connection…but I could’ve sworn that I saw her wink at me while talking about her.
I had to reach over and turn the heat down a bit when she started telling me about how well-written the “naughty” parts were. I was more than a little surprised when she started telling me how during one particular part, she had to put the story down because she became “too riled up.” I couldn’t believe she was being so open with me! I also felt a burst of pride that I had been able to turn on such a beautiful woman with the written word. I quickly repositioned myself in such a way so she wouldn’t be able to see that listening to her say such things was beginning to turn me on as well.
For the rest of the car ride, my amazing teacher continued to praise my work and tell me about how much of a gift I had. She kept going on about how badly she wanted to read the rest of it, and she hoped that I would allow her to do so once I had it finished. I responded by laughing and telling her she would certainly be the first to know since she was my number one fan.
When we were within fifteen minutes of our destination, Miss Mia apologized to me for our late arrival since we wouldn’t have time to make any of the matches that evening. I told her it wasn’t a big deal since the contests that mattered would be the next day anyway, but she nevertheless felt bad. I wanted to tell her that I truly didn’t care about the silly matchups and had only agreed to travel so far because I wanted to hang out with her and talk about my writing, but I decided it might not have been appropriate.
When we reached town, we drove to the first hotel we spotted…only to find that it was booked full since people from all the neighboring towns and communities had shown up for the much-discussed tournament that everyone was raving about. This prompted us to obviously drive down the road until we found another establishment…with the exact same problem. Both places would’ve been likely locations for my friends to be staying at, but I wasn’t about to bail on my lovely teacher and leave her alone.
It was nearing midnight when we pulled up to a shady-looking motel on the outskirts of the large town. Tessa glanced through her windshield at it and looked hesitant about even pulling into a parking spot. She looked over at me and asked for my opinion by querying, “What do you think? Do we even chance it…?”
“Looks like a good place to get chopped up!” I told her with a chuckle. I was totally jesting about it, but I think she was a little worried. Perhaps the cutest – if a man can be allowed to use such a word – thing about it was that I could tell her trepidation stemmed from the fact that she was frightened for my well-being and not her own. She truly was something else.
I would like to add at this point that during our four-and-a-half-hour – now pretty much five-and-a-half-hour – drive from our hometown, I was beginning to see Miss Mia in a whole different light. I had always liked her and thought she was too alluring to be a school teacher, but after spending so much time in a car with her, I have to say that I was almost as comfortable around her as I would be with any one of my friends. She almost felt like one of the guys, and if given the chance, I knew I could open up to her about just about anything. Well, anything with the exception that my busty, female lead in my story was based on her…and of course, the fact that my male lead was based on myself. That information was better off left strictly to myself.
“Oh, Marcus!” The fair-skinned beauty tried her best to laugh at my levity. “You should be more serious!”
“I am!” I continued to laugh. “It looks like the setting for a black-and-white horror movie!”
Again, I think Miss Mia was much more concerned for me and didn’t want to take me any place my parents wouldn’t have approved of. “Should we keep looking around?” she inquired as she gave the place one final look.
I yawned while saying, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting kind of tired. I think we’ll be okay as long as we watch each other’s backs…and maybe block the door off by wedging a chair beneath the knob!” Maybe I was taking the joking around a bit too far, but I couldn’t help myself.
I think my yawn triggered Tessa to do the same, and she finally agreed by parking the car. After we both climbed out of the automobile, I went to the back and began grabbing our bags. When she realized that I had all of them, she told me to hand her some of them so I wouldn’t have to carry everything. I told her I would be fine and had her lead the way.
I’m going to use the word “cute” again when I say that it was cute the way she pestered me the entire way to the front counter to allow her to help me carry things. I told her it was really no trouble at all, and she needed to grant me the opportunity to be a gentleman. It took me a second to realize it, but she quoted the female lead from the story I had written at one point since I had put my main characters in a similar situation. I found it both flattering and incredible that she liked my work enough to remember such small details.
Tessa pushed the door to the main office open and held it for me since my hands were full. The jangle of a bell accompanied our arrival, and about twenty seconds after we walked in, a grungy man in his thirties appeared at the counter to greet us in a morose tone of voice. Miss Mia told him we needed a room, and after he looked the two of us over with a hint of suspicion, he finally told her that he had rooms available with one bed or two. He also told her that the rooms with only one bed were cheaper.
My remarkable teacher turned to face me and asked for my opinion. “What do you think, Marcus? We might as well save some money and just get a single bed, right?”
I prayed to everything I held holy that neither my dazzling teacher nor the man behind the counter noticed that I had a sudden twinge down below when Tessa asked me the question. It goes without saying that I had a huge crush on her, so to be asked if we were sharing a bed caught me completely off guard. I simply nodded and said it made the most sense.
After Tessa told the man that we would take a single, she paid him and was promptly handed a key. She then led the way back outside and pointed to the other end of the building since our room would be at the far end. While making our way toward it, she apologized that I had unnecessarily lugged our bags practically from one end of the building to the other. I told her again not to worry about it since they really weren’t that heavy to begin with.
Once in our room, we could both see that it wasn’t fancy, but it also wasn’t as rundown as either of us had been expecting. It was small, but there was a dresser, a recliner, a table, and two nightstands with a single bed between them. Just seeing it made my blood rush to my lower parts.
Tessa took her bags from me and then walked them over to the table as she glanced in the direction of the bathroom and said, “I don’t think I’ll bother showering since I’m so tired…unless you think I stink, of course!”
I laughed in response and shook my head as she did the same. She smelled like a hillside of fresh daffodils and marigolds…and yes, I can say that with a straight face and not feel frivolous in the slightest. It was quite literally the first scent I caught when climbing into her vehicle with her.
When I laid eyes on the recliner once again, I asked her if she’d be more comfortable with me sleeping on it so she could have the bed to herself.
“Ha! Are you kidding, Marcus?” she exclaimed with a laugh. “If you leave me alone in the bed, who will I grip and use as a shield when the big, bad killer you spoke of breaks into our room in the middle of the night?”
That was the third time in the last few minutes that I felt my lower parts tingle in delight. She had to know what she was doing to me.
Miss Mia ruffled through one of her bags and began digging out what I assumed to be pajamas. She told me she was going to go change and brush her teeth. I nodded and decided that while she was in the bathroom, I would quickly change into my pajama pants and a t-shirt. I didn’t normally sleep with a shirt on, but I figured it was a good idea for obvious reasons.
When Tessa disappeared for the time being, I quickly held a hand up about an inch from my mouth and exhaled. I did my best to smell my breath because I hoped it hadn’t stunk at all when we had been talking throughout the entire road trip. I had brushed just before my beautiful teacher showed up at my front door, but I was self-conscious…especially around someone as drop-dead gorgeous as she was. I would certainly be brushing them again when she was done in the lavatory, but I was still worried about whether or not I had made a fool of myself on the trip up.
I knew Miss Mia was not the kind of woman I would ever “end up with” in the long run, but I still didn’t want to come off as a goof around her. I’m sure she looked at most of her students as a bunch of kids who weren’t ready for the adult world, but I really wanted her to see me differently. I could hear her humming from within the bathroom as I dug out my plaid pajama pants and quickly changed into them. Shortly after that, I located my mouthwash and took a swig of it. After swishing it around, I went to the front door of our room and opened it. Fortunately, no one was outside, so I spat it out on the pavement before closing the door and locking it back up.
“Marcus?” I then heard Miss Mia call from the bathroom. “Are you still out there?”
“Yeah,” I called back. “That was just me!” I debated whether or not to tell her what I had just done. She was such a mature woman that I figured she might consider my spitting mouthwash out our front door to be in poor taste. Again, I may have been more comfortable around my radiant Creative Writing teacher after nearly six hours on the road with her, but I still didn’t want to come off as a baboon. “I was just looking to see if there was a soda machine outside! I don’t recall passing one!”
“I have a bottle in my bag if you need one!” My marvelous mentor called out from behind the closed door. She really was prepared for everything and always seemed to have my back.
“Thanks, but I better not,” I tried to make up an excuse since I didn’t really want a caffeinated beverage before bed anyway. “Probably not the best idea I’ve ever had…even if it is the weekend, right?”
I could hear the dazzling woman laugh in that deeply feminine manner she had about her. For whatever reason, I suddenly realized that no matter what side of the bed I slept on, I wouldn’t be able to face Miss Mia. If I did so, I was taking an awful risk of poking her with something she wouldn’t want to be poked with.
I then turned the main lights in the room off before clicking on one of the lamps next to the bed. I thought about turning the television on, but I didn’t want Tessa to think that I was trying to avoid her company by having it on. I would’ve preferred talking to her any day of the week over watching the “idiot box” as one of my grandmothers so amicably referred to it.
“Sorry that you ended up getting stuck in a room with me instead of your friends, Marcus,” Tessa suddenly shouted out to me. “Honestly, I didn’t realize people took these tournaments so seriously! It’s unbelievable how the hotels were all full!”
“No worries!” I called back to my amazing teacher. “I don’t think I’m missing too much by not being with the guys!” And that was the truth. I’d be a fool to want to spend the night with a bunch of other sweaty dudes instead of my fascinating and alluring Creative Writing instructor.
I went back over to where my bags were and rifled through one of them before finding a plain t-shirt that would serve as a good garment to sleep in. I hopefully wouldn’t sweat since it was lighter, but I still didn’t look forward to wearing it. Don’t ask me why, but I just sleep more comfortably with less clothing on. I also have a thing about keeping a window cracked open an inch to let in cool air during the colder months. It just eases me into slumber a little better. I’m weird, I know.
After getting the shirt on, I pulled the covers back on the bed and felt my heart skip a beat. I was really going to share a bed with the hottest teacher in my school. Maybe some institutes couldn’t brag about having such babes for instructors, but mine had Miss Mia…and I was going to be lying within inches of her. I kept telling myself this wasn’t something I could ever tell my friends about because I knew if word circulated the school, she could probably get in a lot of trouble for such a thing…and at the same time, she had been the one who said we should get a room with a single bed to save money. I trembled in anticipation.
Calm down, I ordered myself as I took a deep breath. If I worked myself up too much, I’d begin to sweat…and that was the last thing I needed. I actually debated whether or not to jump in the shower real quick after Tessa was done in the lavatory, but I had done so before our drive, and like her, I kind of just wanted to crash for the evening. I didn’t normally fall asleep very fast, but I felt if I threw myself down on the bed at that very instant, I would be out before Miss Mia returned. Maybe that would’ve been for the best…
As it was, I fluffed the pillows and took a seat on the right side of the bed. I thought about asking Tessa if she had a preference as to which side she slept on, but I figured if she really cared about it that much and wanted to be on the right, I could always slide over. I pulled the covers up and tried to get comfortable. I know it probably sounds extremely silly, but I had never been so nervous in my life. Never in all my years had I wanted to impress a woman as much as I wanted to impress her. I had no idea what Miss Mia and I were supposed to talk about before going to sleep.
I kept reminding myself we weren’t a married couple and probably wouldn’t be talking about the day’s events, but I wouldn’t have put it past her to ask me about my other classes and if I enjoyed school in general. There was also the very real possibility that she would walk out of the bathroom, climb onto the bed, pull the covers up, and look the other way while simply mumbling “good night” and falling asleep right away. She was a professional, after all, so she probably wanted to associate with me as little as possible.
I knew that wasn’t the case, though. Miss Mia had treated me with the utmost respect during our entire expedition, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had crawled into bed next to me and talked to me for an hour or two before we both finally dozed off. Even though I was beat, I wouldn’t have minded that at all. I had many female friends my own age, but as I’ve previously stated, Tessa was one of the most intelligent women I had ever encountered. Since meeting her at the beginning of the semester, I couldn’t recall a time I had ever enjoyed talking to a female about things we had in common as much as I did when I conversed with her.
I put my hands beneath the blankets and fiddled with my thumbs. I wondered what was taking her so long in the restroom since she wasn’t showering. A fantasy of epic proportions briefly passed through my mind in which she threw the door open and emerged in the skimpiest lingerie imaginable, but I knew that would never happen. The thought didn’t stop my penis from abruptly pulsating, though.
I waited for about another minute that felt like an eternity until the door finally swung open and Miss Mia reappeared in the room. She apologized for taking so long as she walked over to the table and placed the clothes she had been wearing during the drive into one of her bags. Like a teenager my age, she then rounded the bed and jumped onto it in such a way to show that she still had a bit of a kid trapped within her. She radiantly smiled while then flopping onto her right side so she could look in my direction and ask if she was keeping me awake. I chuckled in response and told her she wasn’t.
Maybe I should back up a bit: Miss Mia’s attire had me growing erect under the blankets, so I quickly moved my hands downward to cover my genitals so nothing would become overtly visible. Some guys may not have been fazed by what the stunning Creative Writing teacher was wearing, but I had never seen something so sexy in my entire life. She had on a pair of red shorts that some women would probably use to go running in, and her top was a lighter shade of red that was a tank top with spaghetti-string straps. Again, it was normal attire for sleeping in, but on a woman the caliber of Miss Mia…
I should also emphasize the fact that I noticed instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I realized it almost right away when she started walking toward the table because if she had been wearing one, I would’ve seen four straps…but I only saw the two. Also, as she made her way to her side of the bed, I could clearly see that she was nipping out. As I had noted in her class weeks earlier, I was correct about her concealed nubs being large. I did my very best to avoid looking below her face.
Still smiling and looking like she had all the energy in the world, my incredible teacher placed her hands together and didn’t bother getting under the covers. She continued to lay on her right side so she could directly face me as she lifted her left leg ever so slightly in a sexy manner. I wasn’t sure if she meant for the movement to look so erotic, but it did…and I did my best to glance downward at it without being noticed.
“So,” she finally spoke up, “The first match tomorrow morning starts around eight o’clock if I remember the schedule correctly. It doesn’t give us a whole lot of time to rest, but I can set an alarm for six thirty or seven…depending on how much time you want to get ready and grab some breakfast.”
I had trouble believing that my amazing teacher didn’t know she was affecting me in such a fanciful way. For a second, I almost wondered if she was testing me.
“I suppose it would be best if we didn’t show up together,” she went on as her smile turned to a frown. “Personally, I would love to be seen walking into that auditorium on your arm, but I’m sure my fellow faculty members would frown upon such a setup. I also wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends!”
“Embarrass me?” I asked in awe. “Are you kidding me, Miss…Tessa? My friends would be sooo jealous!” I laughed for a moment before changing my tune and agreeing with her, “It probably would be best if we weren’t seen together, though. I’m not sure how the other teachers who are here would view such a thing.”
She nodded even though she seemed to not like the consensus we had come to. She then added, “Maybe we should actually wake up a little earlier since this motel was a little off the beaten path. I already made you miss tonight’s matches by arriving late, so I don’t want you to miss the beginning of the one in the morning…”
“Not a big deal, Tessa,” I inadvertently cut my incredible instructor off. I waved a hand and tried to sound cool about everything as I told her, “If I’m being honest with you, I don’t really care too much about the tournament.” The moment I made the comment, I instantly felt a little dimwitted. I felt even more foolish when she caught my statement and decided to press me about it.
“You don’t care about seeing the tournament?” Miss Mia asked as her brow furrowed. “Why did you want to come out here, then? Was it to hang out with your friends?”
I wasn’t sure how bright of an idea it was, but I decided to be honest with my Creative Writing instructor since I knew she would see through any lie I told her. “Actually,” I mumbled under my breath as I glanced down at the end of the bed toward my feet, “I really only wanted to come so I could…hang out with you.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see that Tessa was beaming. “Marcus! I…I don’t even know what to say!”
I could hear true jubilation in her voice, but I felt that I owed her more of an explanation as I said, “I just think that you’re a very interesting person to talk to, and I thought that if you had any input on my story…”
“Speaking of which,” Tessa cut in with a devious grin on her face, “I didn’t mention it before, but I couldn’t help but notice a striking similarity between your female lead and someone I feel that I know quite well…”
Busted. Awkward isn’t even close to the right word to describe how I felt in that moment. Some people say that they’re “all thumbs” when they’re clumsy, but I couldn’t come up with any expression to construe how idiotic I felt in that moment…and I was a writer at the time.
“I thought so!” Tessa exclaimed as she rolled onto her back and let her head fall back on her pillow. She acted like a teenager again when she kicked her bare feet in the air and appeared to be cheering. “I thought that was supposed to be me!”
I was convinced that my humiliation would make me shrivel up into a tiny, insignificant speck in that moment. I’m sure I was red as a beet.
Tessa bounced on the bed in order to end up on her right side once again. She leaned on her right hand and stared directly at me as she smiled and soothingly said, “Don’t be embarrassed, Marcus! I’m honored that you would base a character in your novel on me! Especially one of such importance!”
I didn’t have the words to respond with. Anything I said was going to make me come off sounding like the biggest fool in the world.
“Oh, come on!” Tessa exclaimed as she sat up and playfully hit my left bicep with the back of her right hand. “It’s just a story, right? You have to have a basis for your characters, so what’s the matter with using your number one fan for one of them?”
Even though her words were kind, I still avoided eye contact with her. I was thrilled to hear her refer to herself as my “number one fan,” but I was still a little flustered.
“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” she suddenly queried as she lay back down and turned her attention toward the speckled ceiling.
We had already gone far enough down the rabbit hole that I felt that I didn’t have much to lose. “Of course,” I responded, my voice nearly cracking.
She rolled back over to look at me again as she asked, “How did you know I have big nipples?”
The fact that someone in Miss Mia’s position would ask me such a thing so matter-of-factly came as a complete shock to me. She had every right to do so since I had written about her in such a provocative way, but I honestly wanted to be wiped off the face of the planet in that moment. I had always been kind of shy around girls with the exception of a slight few, but with my Creative Writing teacher – whom I idolized – well, this was just too much. Still, I knew I had to answer her question, and again, I knew I had to be honest or she would easily figure out that I was lying. After swallowing a lump in my throat, I decided to come clean and said, “Well, there was one day in class when it was a little cold…”
My fair-skinned instructor’s eyes grew large and she placed a hand over her mouth. I could tell that I had embarrassed her without meaning to.
I wanted to tell Tessa I had only noticed for a second and hadn’t stared, but when I suddenly realized that she was still currently nipping out while lying next to me, I used my head to point toward her chest as I informed her, “Kind of like now…”
Miss Mia glanced down and could see that her teats were doing their utmost best to burst through her tight tank top. Her face practically started glowing redder than the shirt as she reached down and pulled the covers up to her chin.
I wasn’t sure whether or not it would be a good idea to laugh. I didn’t want her to feel as awkward as I had, so I did the first thing I could think of and made my voice soothing as she had done only moments before. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Tessa! It happens!” I doubted that my proclamation had helped matters.
Miss Mia pulled the blanket up over her head and stammered, “That means the other kids probably noticed as well! Aw, hell!”
I started to chuckle as I grabbed the blankets we shared and started to shake them a bit. “I’m sorry I noticed!” I tried to apologize. “I tried not to, but…well, you don’t make it easy!”
My apprehensive instructor pulled the blankets down ever so slightly and mumbled, “What do you mean?”
For the first time since being in the bed next to her, I was able to look Miss Mia directly in the eyes as I told her, “Well, I know this isn’t something I should say to you, and I’m probably out of line by doing so, but…well, you must know that you’re a hottie, right, Tessa?”
Even with the blankets obscuring part of her face, the dazzling teacher was still red as a tomato. She was acting like she didn’t believe my words.
“There’s a reason I wanted to use you as the archetype for that character in my story,” I told her. “I wanted my lead female to be HOT! I hope my saying so doesn’t creep you out or make you feel weird in any way, but when I first started writing that piece, a picture of you jumped into my head right away!” I snapped my fingers as I spoke the word “you” and then proclaimed, “I knew that character couldn’t be anyone but you!”
Miss Mia finally threw the blankets back down so they were by her waistline. I did my absolute best to avoid looking at her chest since her nubs were still practically poking through the thin material of her top. “Honestly, Marcus?” she asked with a bit of doubt in her voice.
I nodded to confirm my statement. “Again, I know I’m in no position to say such a thing to someone of your stature, but…well, I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but I feel pretty comfortable around you. You’re my teacher, sure, but you also feel like…a friend. As you’ve probably noticed, I tend to base the characters in my stories on people I know because it makes it easier to write about them. I’m sure you noticed that Welch was an elf, and the giant was based on Shatter. When I do that, I know exactly how to describe them, what kind of traits to give them, how they would act in certain situations, how they speak…”
“So, since the main female is based on me and the main male is based on you, will we end up getting it on?”
The awkward feelings circulating through our room continued to bounce back and forth between us. Once again, it was my turn to blush and do everything in my power to hide my face from her. I should’ve realized the question would come up sooner or later. I debated on pulling the blankets up over my face.
“Marcus,” Tessa spoke in a voice barely above a whisper as she leaned a little closer to me, “I’m going to be perfectly honest with you because I know you want me to do so: When I was reading what you’ve completed so far, I was picturing both you and me the whole time. I was rooting for those two characters like you wouldn’t believe, and on more than one occasion, I had to put those pages down and…touch myself.”
I popped a full-on boner right at that moment. Between Miss Mia’s words and her confession to being turned on by my writing, I couldn’t help but become fully aroused in that space of time. The fact that she placed a thumb in her mouth and started to nibble on it a bit also probably had something to do with it.
I could feel her hot breath on my left cheek as she went on in a low, sexy tone, “I read that story hoping to come across your main characters making passionate love with the full description that only you are capable of inscribing on a page, but you left off in an area that left me wanting. I realize the story is incomplete, but Marcus…you’re such a damn tease!”
My lower lip quivered. I hoped Miss Mia didn’t notice it, but if she was looking in my direction, I’m sure what little light came from the lamp made such a movement obvious.
Tessa’s right eyebrow suddenly rose as her eyes started working their way down my body. Even though I had blankets covering me, she still looked to be checking me out as she slyly told me, “Marcus, I don’t exactly have any concern over whether or not our boys’ team wins or loses this sporting event, either. I don’t mean for this to sound rude toward your fellow classmates, but I didn’t drive all these miles to watch the matches and cheer those young men on. I had my own reasons for coming out here.”
I gulped as Miss Mia reached over and put a hand on my covered left arm. She slowly moved it downward as she went on, “Marcus, you are a fascinating man. Some people may say you’re still a teenager since you’re nineteen, but I don’t see you that way: You’re a man through and through. I have seen the maturity you exude in school, and the papers I’ve read that you’ve handed in to me during class have been deeper than many of the novels I have consumed that were written by the ‘masters.’ You have an intellect unlike any person I’ve ever come across, and if you don’t mind my saying so…you are dashingly handsome!” As she spoke her last sentence, she lifted her hand to my face and ran it over my right cheek. She gave me a wink as she confessed, “I really like what you’ve done with those sideburns!”
Was this really happening? Was the teacher I found more attractive than the hottest model or actress in the entire world actually coming on to me? How was I supposed to handle something like this? I couldn’t even write something like this!
Tessa finally sat up a bit as she leaned a little closer to me and brought her other hand out from under the blankets so she could place it on the other side of my face. She then inched toward me while bringing my head closer to hers at the same time. I watched in anxious anticipation as I saw her eyes close and her lips purse…and then I felt them against mine. The rush of adrenaline that suddenly coursed through my body in that instant was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
END OF PART TWO OF SIX
