I Slept With My Teacher

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I just want to point out, that I didn't think of Ben like THAT yet. Simply because he was in fact, my teacher.

I get him home, and ask him which key is his house key. (There were several keys on that man's keychain)

He points it out, and I go unlock his door and walk his keys back to him.

My sister then pulls up in my car, she gets out and hands me my keys.

(Me being me, (the caring side) I decide to stay a few minutes because Ben hasn't got out of his truck yet and I wanted to make sure he wasn't going drive. I would feel like complete shit if he did drive and something happened knowing I could've prevented it)

My sister was pissed, I understood why, she wanted to be with her baby.

I finally coaxed Mr. Dawson out of his truck after about 5 minutes.. maybe... it took me a while. I see my sister is on the phone. He starts walking to his house and I walk over to my sister, and she tells me that she called dude to pick her up and that he's on his way take her home. I remember rolling my eyes and telling her "whatever"

I walk in Mr. Dawson's house saying 'knock knock' (I think that's what I said) and I see him in the kitchen pouring himself more booze.

I walked over to him and grab the bottle and move it away from him. I don't know why I did, it's his house, he can drink at home if he wants. I seen headlights pull in, and I look through his kitchen window. It was dude. My sister didn't even say bye. Bitch.

"You need to eat something."

"I'm fine."

I remember getting stern with him. "No you need to eat and go to bed or at least sober up."

He's sitting on a stool at his kitchen island and I start rummaging through the cabinets and looking through the fridge to see what I had to work with.

The whole time I was wondering where his wife and kid were. I didn't see any cars in the driveway when I pulled up.

I made him a bomb ass omelet and handed off the plate to him. I snoop through the higher cabinets and find a cup and go to his fridge and get him some water and hand it off to him.

I sat down beside him and we talked a bit, and I asked him what I was thinking. He revealed that his wife had cheated on him, took his kid,  and was pregnant with her mr's 2nd baby. (Ironically it was her gynecologists baby.)
He said he knew that the first baby wasn't his because the around the time she conceived that they hadn't had sex because he was back and forth from the hospital with his mother.

He told me that he was still going through a nasty divorce, that it had been almost a year since she'd left him. That she's dangling their child they have together over his head.

I remember thinking 'I don't see how anyone could cheat on you or treat you or your child like that.' I didn't even realize that I had said it out loud.

He looks at me and smiles. The smile was more like a defeated sad smile. I guess that's how you'd put it. But he quietly utters, "Thanks."

He sobers up, and starts apologizing for everything. I tell him that it's ok and that we all have our moments. I even told him about a 'moment' I had. It was EMBARRASSING, but I know that this was embarrassing for him, having a student see you drunk and have to drive you home, help you sober up. So I evened the playing field. So to speak.

We start having a normal conversation and I instinctively take his plate to the sink and wash it (I can't stand to leave any dirty dishes out) then sit back down next to him. The conversation was long and deep. On a personal level. I shared more about my personal life, since, well, since he had shared a lot with me.

About my broken family, night terrors that wake up from time to time, personal shit you know.

We talked a bit more. I think it was around 2, maybe 3 in the morning??? Anyway, we end the conversation, and I tell him laughing, 'If you're drinking, don't drive. You're a teacher, you should be smarter than that."

He just chuckled a little and told me that, that was the first time he was about to.

I don't know what possessed me or why, but I asked for his number and told him that if he ever needed to talk, or needed anything that I would listen or do my best to help him. We exchanged numbers, and he told me "You too."
Then I left.

NOTE: I still have all our messages on my old iPhone, so I'll be including those, even though we texted everyday, I won't include all the text.

My sister questioned the shit out of me when I walked through the door. 'Where've you been, did you fuck him, did he hurt you.' type shit.

I just scoff at her and tell her ' you just left me, I stayed over talking, no we didn't fuck, and no he didn't hurt me. If you were so worried, you could've called or texted me." type shit. And walk to my room grabbing some clothes and head to get a shower. As I'm getting ready to get in bed and get some rest for work in the morning, I get a text from Mr. Dawson.

BEN: thank you for tonight, again I apologize, and appreciate you helping me get home safe.

Me: It's no big deal, I couldn't walk away if I knew I could help.
I meant what I said about if you ever needed anything or to talk, I will be there.

Ben: Thanks, I meant it when I said the same goes to you.

The weekend was coming to an end and I was still at work cleaning, and closing up. (The same job I have now, except I'm the higher up now)

Monday rolls around and I start getting ready for school, and I'm out the door in 15 minutes.

The day drags on, and finally the bell rings for the class I had before Mr. Dawson's. I get to my class and I see a text from Ben. It kinda shocked me because he has a strict 'No Cell Phone' policy and we have to put our phones in a hanging cell phone cubby. He puts his in there too.

Ben: Can you come by my house later? I need to talk.
Me: Of course! I told you I would be there for you, and I meant, still mean it.
Ben: Thanks Charlise, I still mean it for you too.
Me: What time?
Ben: Do you have to work today?
Me: I do, should get off around 8, if that's too late I can get off early..
Ben: You don't have to leave early, just come by after you get off.
Me: 👍🏼

The class goes by fast, it was my favorite. Music Theory. I always finished my work early and I would play around on the piano. The bell rings, and I head to Mr. Dawson's class. Time just flies by and the bell rings for dismissal. I had to be at work right after school so I brought my work clothes with me.

Once everyone had left the classroom, Mr. Dawson asked me what I drove so he would know it was me. I told him, he raised a brow and asked me how I could afford it. I simply told him my neighbor (when I was living with my sperm donor, and yes I said sperm donor to him) was wanting to sell it, and I needed a car, so I made monthly payments on it until it was paid off.

I reach in my bag, and grab my work uniform (scrubs) and head to the nearest restroom and changed. I walked out of the bathroom, and was stopped my music theory teacher, she asked me if I would play the piano for the upcoming play, I asked her nicely if we could continue this conversation the next day that I really had to get to work. I seen Ben in my peripheral approaching us, he says he didn't know that I played piano and that I should play for the upcoming play. I politely but hurriedly say as I'm walking away, 'I'll think about it, I really got to get to work'