I Slept With My Teacher

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Work dragged ass, normally it didn't, but I had a lot of forms to fill out and get faxed over to the health department, and the department of vital records.

Finally 8 rolls around and I sign out. I get it my car and start making my way to Ben's house. My stomach was growling (I don't eat breakfast all the time, and I hate school lunches, i just bring crackers to munch on through the day) and I call Ben and ask him if he was hungry and if I needed to stop by somewhere and get something to eat. He said 'no that he's got it covered.'

I pull up in his driveway and I make my way to his front door. He greets me at the door, and I walk in. I remember I smelled myself and asked, "I don't smell like formaldehyde.. do I?"

He flashed me a smile followed by a chuckle and shakes his head, 'No'

He gestures me to follow him in the kitchen, and I do. He cooked some steaks, asparagus, mashed potatoes and some gravy.

I asked him in a slightly higher tone, "you cooked? For me?" He nods and says. "You cooked for me, it's only fair."

I said something along the lines of 'you didn't have to' or 'thank you, you didn't have to' or some shit in that manner.

We ate, I cleared my plate I was fucking hungry, and I grabbed our dishes and got them cleaned up. I thanked him for the food, and he said something like 'you're welcome' or 'it's my pleasure' or whatever he said. Then thanked me for doing the dishes. He made his way to the living room, and sat down on the couch.

When I finished up the late dinner dishes, I joined him. We had a light casual conversation, then he starts talking about what he wanted to talk about. I listened intently with my undivided attention.

I've never heard a grown man talk about their feelings before, about their RAW feelings. I seen some tears forming in his eyes and I instinctively scoot closer embracing him and he returns the embrace crying on my shoulder, not making any sounds, just letting them fall.

I was comforting my strict teacher,, but at this point, he was more than my teacher, he was my friend and it broke my heart that this woman was hurting him like this. Hurting their son like this, dangling him over Ben's head like he's a dog. I attempt to make him laugh by saying, "You want me to hit a bitch, her face ain't pregnant." I was joking... Sort of.

He did laugh, and we end the hug, He wipes his tears away and we sit in silence for a moment. It wasn't awkward though. Not at all.

He starts talking again, this time asking me about work, how it was, how I got into the line of work, and I tell him. (I don't want to bore you with all the details... unless you like having every detail.)

I believe it was around midnight or one something and I started getting tired. I told him, "I should get home, I need to shower and get some sleep." He nods and says, "Me too."

He follows me to the door and hugs me. Tight. I return the hug, just as tight. Before we break up the hug, I tell him laughing, "I better be your best friend after this." I could feel him laughing gutturally, saying, "Ditto." Then his tone was serious. "And you are. Text me when you get home."

I made my way home and text him. I shower, and get in bed but before I lay down to go to sleep, I text him again saying Goodnight best friend. He replied almost immediately. Goodnight best friend :)

Note: this is when I started feeling,, I wouldn't say falling, but I don't know what to call it. When you talk to someone as much as we did, all the deep conversations, it's kind of hard to see him just as 'your teacher'. He was my friend.

The next morning, I get up and get ready, and start heading out the door and my phone buzzes.

Ben: Just letting you know there is going to be a 'surprise' test today, just about last weeks lesson.
Me: Ok, see you later. Also, everyone thinks you're strict.
Ben: I've been called that many times over the years, doesn't bother me.

Right at lunch time, Mr. Dawson. shoots me a text.

Ben: If you're not going to eat, which you really should, can you come by my class? I have a favor to ask, of course if you have work, I completely understand, I'll figure it out.
Me: I'm off today and tomorrow, and I'm on my way.

He asks me if I would watch his son after school was dismissed, since his daycare closed at 4. I, of course, said that I would and didn't even asks questions. Mr. Dawson asked if I could meet him at his house after school and pick him up, I again said that I would. And Mr. Dawson thanks me.

As the day went on I get to Mr. Dawson's class, he's standing at the door and is handing everyone a small 2 page test as everyone walks in. Of course everyone groaned and complained. (Don't remember if I said this or not, but the phone cubby was by Mr. Dawson's desk)

Once everyone was settled in we all silence our phones and put them in the phone cubby, and start the test. I finished my test after 2 or 3 other students finished theirs. Mr. Dawson walks over to my desk and whispers that I have a missed call from my work and asks me if I need to call back. I nodded because my work has never called me during school hours.
Turns out it was a mis-dial. Nothing important.

Dismissal bell rings and I pack my things up (everyone else was packed up ready to leave.)
He thanks me again and we walk out.

When we're at school we keep our relationship professional.

I get to his house and wait for him, and about 10 minutes of waiting he pulls up and I get out of my car and go around the the passenger side to move my seat up as far as it would go, so I could get his car seat in my backseat. He's out of his truck with his son in one arm and his car seat in the other. His son was 2 at the time.

I hurried over and grabbed the car seat from him and get it in my back seat. Not going to lie, it was kinda hard getting a child seat in the backseat of my car. He hands me (I'll call him jr.) JR, and I strap him in his seat. He thanks me again and we exchange a big hug.

I get to my house and my sister is bitchy about something to someone on the phone. I don't even remember but ehh. She asked me 'whose kid is that' I told her a friends.

After a while.. I think it was 8-9ish and Mr. Dawson calls me says he's on his way home. I get JR in his car seat and take him home.

Side note: JR is so adorable. Still is.

I get JR home and he's fast asleep in my car. I don't know how, but I managed to get him out without waking him up all the way. While cradled in my arms, I carefully make my way up the porch and somewhat quietly knock on the door, slightly bouncing and lulling him back to sleep.

Side note: What is it with babies falling asleep as soon head's are resting on breasts??

He opens the door and sees that JR is sleeping and offers to get him. I remember telling that it's ok and to just show me to his room. I follow him and gently and slowly put him down not wanting him to jump awake at the sudden movement. Once I was able to, I removed my hands out from under him.

I turn to leave and see Ben looking at me. It was a... different look... (not sexual)

He starts walking to the living room and I quietly walk out of JR's room. I see Ben sitting on the couch and join him.

Please let me know if they're too long, too short, too much detail, not enough. P.s. I feel vulnerable actually telling this story, so please leave me notes or whatever they're called.
ALSO!!! I do have his permission to tell it, considering I changed our names. Also, he said he might make an account and write about what his thoughts and feelings were.
This is the first time I've shared this story, so please, go easy.