Rail Me

Courage

Present Tense

"F" was written onto my test in big red letters as Mrs Harrison tossed it onto my desk. I clenched my jaw as she leaned down so that her mouth was in line with my ear; closer to me than she had ever been. It made my heart begin to race. "See me after class, Alex..." she ordered in swift, sharp words. I nodded my head quickly and I thought the whole class might hurt our in laugher at the sight of how flustered I am but nobody seemed to notice. As she gave the last test to a student I realized I was the only one who had gotten such a low mark.

I could feel my hands become instantly sweaty at the thought of being alone in a room with her. If it made me nervous now, how would it make me feel in five minutes when the bell rang and the class emptied. I inhaled deeply and focused my eyes down at my desk.

Mrs Harrison has been our teacher for a week now since our usual teacher, Mr Peters, got into some kind of accident and couldn't make it to work. I'm not complaining. I would choose Mrs Harrison over him in less than a heartbeat. In fact I hope she never leaves...waiting for her to lean over her desk so I can maybe get a sneak peak of what's under those tight shirts gives me a distraction from the stress of school.

The ring of the bell makes me want to cover my ears. It seems louder today, or maybe my senses are just on high alert. Student folder out of the small classroom one by one but I stay at my seat. I already know that disobeying one of her orders would be a huge mistake on my part. I would hate to see her angry side.

I keep my eyes on my desk but I can hear the sound of her footsteps edging closer to me. "You marks seem to have dropped considerably since Mr Peters' accident, Alex," I hear her calming voice say. Well, usually it calms me but now it makes my throat feel like it's closing. I open my mouth to say something to her but nothing comes out. "Are my teaching methods not working for you?" She asks me and she seems curious rather than angry.

I finally work up the courage to look up into her dreamy eyes; they suck me in like a straw sucking up honey. For a moment I am completely distracted from everything around me. "No, no Ma'am...that's not it," I say, stuttering my words. She raises one perfectly tamed eyebrow. "What do you have to say for yourself, then?" She asks me. I gulp.

Is it a bad idea to tell her the truth? My mind thinks yes but apparently my mouth has other ideas. "I've just been...distracted...lately," I tell her, and that's the truth. She lets out a short sigh. I imagine the fragrance of her breath being like the sensation in your sinus when you eat a peppermint bubblegum and it burns because it's just so fresh and crisp. Maybe that is just my imagination grinning wild, though.

"What's been distancing you, honey?" She asks me and I see concern in the way she holds her mouth and brow. "Honey"; another assertion of her dominance. This one seems more subconscious, like habit.

She leans towards me and places a single hand on the desk in front of me. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

Suddenly I am overcome with what I think is either bravery or a death wish. "You see, Mr Peters wasn't as appealing to look at..." I hear myself admit. A short laugh erupts from her lips and she has a slight smile on her face. Her eyes pierce into me, though. Was is a mistake to be so honest?

"If this is some sick attempt to get your grades up, Alex, you could get yourself into serious trouble," She says, stern. I shake my head as she looks at me. "No, I wouldn't," I say, "I just thought I'd be honest for a change..." she raises both her eyebrows now. I watch her gaze as it looks me up and down. It hovers for a split second over my chest and my lips turn up at the sides. Is Mrs Harrison checking me out?

"Is that all?" I ask her, "because if so, I'll be on my way," I say to her. I'm hoping she grasps the opportunity I laid for her on a silver platter. Tell me something. Ask me something.

"I've noticed how you can't take your eyes off of me when the other students have their heads down..." she says. I want to smile but I don't. "There's just so much to admire..." the words leave my mouth without giving me a chance to think weather they'd be appropriate or not. I make sure she's looking in the direction of my eyes as I let my gaze hover at her undone buttons.

She chuckles and I can't hold back my smirk. "You think you're clever, do you?" She asks me. Strangely, I can tell that this question has nothing to do with school, even thought I am her student, she is my teacher and we are inside a classroom. "I'm just a curious kid," I say and this makes her chuckle again. It's almost as if my words say "make me" rather than what they actually do. They tease her, make her want to pounce.

All of a sudden she leans over and I feel the soft skin of her thumb press against my lips. Instinctively I lean into them. "I thought you seemed different from the rest...now I know I was right..." the words escape her mouth in a somewhat seductive whisper. I glance down at my skirt where an ache is forming between my legs. Or maybe it would be better described as a 'want'.

"Maybe you should give me an extra lesson or two..." I mumble against her thumb. She chuckles and lines formed from maturity crease her forehead. Lines that strongly suggest she knows what she's going. This makes my 'want' grow stronger. "Now?" She asks me. I'm starting to get excited, is she thinking what I'm thinking?

I nod my head slowly. "I could lose my job," she tells me. "That only makes the thrill more intense, Ma"am," I say to her.

I feel her hand move from my face and grasp gently at my chest, feeling me up. I inhale sharply and hold my breath as she squeezes. I lean into her hand.

"You know, I've been wondering every lesson what it would look like under your shirt..." I whisper just lid enough for her to hear. "Maybe if you show me, I won't have any more reasons to let my imagination distract me." She laughs. I half expect her to tell me to get out of her classroom but instead she does the unthinkable.