The Teachers Secret

Awkward Conversation

It's day two.
"Jessie. You will not believe what i did last night!" Leah tells Jessie as they're walking in the hall.
"OMG girl what did you do?" Jessie sounds surprised and asks Leah.
"Well, I followed Mr. D. home and he was in the shower when I got there but I think he may have saw me because I tripped again. God I'm such a cluts. But he looks so much better undressed. You should see him." Leah says in a way as if she's daydreaming - which she is.
"Did you see his man parts!?" Jessie accidentally yells.
"Be quiet! You can't let other people know what I did. Calm down. But no, I didn't. I was respectful I couldn't do that. I mean, what kind of person would I be if I did that?" Leah remarks.
"Well that is something you should be asking yourself because you did already follow him home like a stalker." Jessie says as if her best friend is a creep but in a joking tone. Leah doesn't take it as a joking tone.
They reach his class and walk in. Leah notices Mr. D. looking at her walk in. She blushes much harder than she did yesterday and tries to hide it by putting her hood on.
"Ms. Clark; no hoods in the building please." DeReyes tells her.
"Sorry" Leah says as best she can to not show any suspicion of lasts nights activities.
"Oh and Ms. Clark?"
"Yes sir? I mean-," She stops before she tells him to pick one again.
"Can I have a chat with you- again- after class?" He asks politely and so soothingly no one could say no.
"Of course Mr. D." She says shyly.
"Leah. He totally wants you! You have to go after him! He's so your type and it's clear he takes a liking to you." Jessie tells her with a tone as if she wishes she was Leah; she does.
"No! Of course not! What are you thinking? You may say you would if you were me but you know you wouldn't. You'd be acting the same way I am right now and you know it."
"Ok fair point. But I'm just saying, it'd be better off to try."
"Better off to try?" She remarks a bit louder than she wanted to. She paused to see if anyone was looking at her. No one was so she continues.
"Yeah better off to try if he ends up being married and I get wrote up or possibly arrested for attempted sexual harassment."
"Listen, you don't have to listen to me but did you even see a woman in his bed last night?" She asks curiously.
"I mean, no? Not that I saw. And he did only make a meal big enough for himself. Also, now that I think about it, I've never noticed a ring on his finger." Leah replies with as she's now tuning through her memories of the last night and running through all the information she can gather.
"Ms. Clark? This is the second time in the past two days I've asked you to pay attention. Now you're going to have to see me after class for that. It's getting out of control. Do I need to move you two?" Mr. DeReyes says to Leah.
"No, Mr. D. We're just having a small conversation. I apologize, sir. I mean Mr. DeReyes." As soon as she said that she knew she was in deep shit. She'd been told to pick one and she'd been telling herself to try not to say sir and now she's got high confidence in the fact that she'll probably be called out on it.
"Leah get a hold of yourself. Don't want to slip up and call him 'Daddy' next time do you?" Jessie says with a small laugh at the end.
"Shut up." Leah says. Sounding annoyed at Jessie at this point.
"Whatever. You do you, girl." Jessie says while rolling her eyes.
45 minutes pass. The end of class bell rings and then all the students get up and Leah tries to leave unseen but Mr. DeReyes has not taken his eyes off her.
"Going anywhere?" He says and puts his hand on her shoulder and she jumps as she got startled.
"Sorry sir - I mean-,"
"Don't do that again. Please, 'sir' isn't what you refer to me as. Understood?" He says demanding an answer of "Yes Mr. D." or something of the variant of his name.
"Yes sir." She accidentally says because she's used to being dominated and when someone says "understood" or something if the sort she's used to saying it.
"I'm sorry Mr. DeReyes, it's just I'm- never mind. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"That exactly. That's what I want to talk about. Why do you keep referring to me as 'sir' and when I ask you stop talking? And I would also like to know if I really need to move you and Jessie away from each other." He said with slight amusement in his voice.
"I- I'm not quite comfortable with sharing that information of why I call you 'sir'." Leah says, not able to raise her eyes to his and looking at the ground to hide the blush on her face.
"Ms. Clark, please look me in the eye while talking to me. I cannot hear you otherwise." He says to her demandingly but politely.
She raises her head but doesn't look into his eyes, rather, she looks out the window as if there's something happening out there.
"Is there something out the window? Is someone fighting?" He asks while turning around.
"No it's just I can't look you in the eye." Leah finally says.
"I noticed that you're blushing Ms. Clark. Is there something wrong? Or is it the fact that you watched me get out of the shower and get dressed and make my dinner and you're too flustered over it?" He finally says and then she immediately looks back down at the ground when he says that.
"How did you know about that? How did you know it was me?" She asks very confused but still never making eye contact.
"Well, you did confirm it when you tripped over the log. You did trip earlier that morning. So pinning it to you wasn't so hard. Also the fact of you can never seem to maintain eye contact with me and seem to blush when I talk to you." He says in a matter-of-fact way.
"Don't worry though, I'm not going to write you up or call the cops on you for it. And I'm sure you're asking yourself if I'm married or if I'm seeing someone. I'm not." He says practically answering all her questions.
"I- I- don't know what to say to that Mr. D. Mr. Long, Hard, D." She whispers the last part.
"What was that last bit, Ms. Clark?"
"Nothing!" she freaks out. She starts rambling and mumbling trying to explain herself in an inaudible way.
"Hey, Hey, Calm down. Here let's see if this'll help." He says to her in the deepest voice he's ever talked to her in. It was almost impossible to decipher what he said it was so low.
"See of what hel-" She starts to say but is cut off when he grabs her by the chin and pulls her in to kiss her. She accepts it gracefully.
They let go and all the thoughts running through Leah's mind is "Wow he's a great kisser, his lips are so soft, the way his hands wrapped around my waist was so soft and delicate.." so on and so forth.
"Do you feel better?" He asks her with a smirk on his face.
She starts to mumble again because she is speechless.
"Here let's try again." He says while grabbing her chin again and with his left hand, he slides it down her waist and softly pulls her in and softly rubs her back while he makes out with her.
"Better?" He asks.
"I- Uhm- Yes sir; I mean Mr. DeReyes." She says, her face more red than a cherry.
"Good. Now don't tell anyone about this. I'm hoping to see you later tonight. Have a nice day, Leah; I mean Ms. Clark." He says; mocking her with the end.
"Fuck you Mr. DeReyes." She says accidentally while walking off.
He quickly stands up and walks quickly towards her, spins her around and grips his right hand around the base of her neck and his left over her mouth to quiet her if she makes a noise. He starts to squeeze her throat. He stops when he hears a slight moan and her eyes roll back.
He releases both grips from her neck and face.
"What was that, Ms. Clark?"
"Nothing, sir; I mean-," She starts but gets cut off.
"Don't bother correcting yourself. Sir is just fine now. Now that you're enjoying this." He says with a wink and she blushes and runs out the door.
"Goodbye, Darling." He says in a deep voice but it penetrates her ears like no other sound has.
"G-Goodbye sir." She says as she leaves the room.