Mrs. Walsh

Guilty Pleasure

"Mrs. Walsh is everything okay? Am I in trouble?" We had nearly made it to the classroom before I finally spoke up.

"No, Sophia, you aren't in trouble," was the only response from Mrs. Walsh. I noticed that she avoided my first question which made me worried.

When we reached the classroom she stepped to the side and motioned me in. "Thanks," I managed to squeak out, making it very obvious that I was nervous.

Following me inside and closing the door with a click - 'Did she just lock the door...?' - Mrs. Walsh motioned to a chair placed directly in front of her desk. I sat down and began fidgeting with my bracelet, focusing on it to avoid looking up at her.

"Ahem," Mrs. Walsh cleared her throat. I stopped playing with my bracelet but still didn't look up. I was worried that I had done something bad by mistake, and it was a big deal because I was always a star pupil.

Silence. Awkward silence. Then Mrs. Walsh sighed and walked around her desk, her clicking heels the only noise in the room. "Sophia, what is the matter with you?"

Finally I looked up from my hands. She was standing in front of my chair, her hips eye level to me. Rather than looking up to meet her eye, I continued to stare forward. Eventually I spoke, "I don't know what I did to get in trouble."

"Sophia, I told you that you are not in trouble. That's just ridiculous, you're the best student in this school!" I felt a hand underneath my chin as she forced me to look at her face.

"Then what's going on? Everything was fine this morning. I was excited to see you... now you seem like you're upset with me."

She sighed and rubbed her forehead in frustration. "I don't know where you're getting this all of the sudden. Nothing is wrong, nobody is in trouble, and nobody is upset. Okay Sophia?"

"Okay. Sorry..." I gave her a small smile as I felt butterflies coming alive in my stomach. "So then why are we here? I mean not that I'm complaining, this is much better than sitting in the cafeteria surrounded by the smell of that greasy food. It's just that I thought you wanted to talk after school."

She sighed once again and sat on the edge of her desk. "Listen, Sophia, there's something I've been feeling a little guilty - and quite frankly strange - about," shifting around clearly uncomfortably she continued "it was something that happened over this summer."

"Oh, what was it?" My mind began racing. 'Did she murder someone? Rob a bank? Steal a car?!' I remained calm on the outside but was actually far from it.

Tucking a brown curl behind her ear she took a deep breath, "Well... it was something involving, uh, you. I just missed you a lot."

I stood up and crossed my arms. "Me?"

"Um... yes. You." I waited for her to continue, not saying anything. After nearly one full minute of silence she finally began to elaborate. "Well you see, I found your Facebook profile. And since it is public, I could see all of your photos." Her face started to turn red with embarrassment and her voice was shaking ever so slightly.

"Okay, that might be a little odd but it isn't a problem. There is nothing inappropriate-" she cut me off.

"Let me finish while I have the courage worked up. I just so happened to stumble upon an album from your beach trip last year. As I was looking through the pictures, well, I started feeling... something," by this point she was avoiding eye contact with me so I stepped toward her and started rubbing her arm in a comforting way.

"What do you mean by 'something'?"

Mrs. Walsh gasped quietly at my touch but answered my question. "I felt... turned on."

'Oh. My. God!'

Hearing her say that about herself made my heart race. Then I realized, she was turned on because of me! I tried to play it cool but it didn't work very well as my voice had become weak and shaky, "You... you were turned on? By pictures of me?" She nodded her head. "And you were feeling guilty about it?"

"I wish that were what I felt guilty about!" She hid her face in her hands.

"Mrs. Walsh, what do you mean?" I reached up to move her hands but before I could, she moved them herself and said in a loud whisper,

"I used them, Sophia! I looked at those pictures of you, my student for crying out loud, and I pleasured myself!" Her face had turned about fifty shades of red and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Mrs. Walsh-" "Please call me by my first name. I don't want to feel like a dirty, slutty teacher any more than I already do."

"Okay, Addison, I actually... don't mind."

"You're kidding right? You think I'm disgusting and you're just waiting for your chance to sprint out of this room and never come back!" Tears started running down Addison's cheeks.

With a deep breath and a step even closer to her, I cupped her face in my hands. 'What the hell am I doing?!' "You are and always will be my favorite person. I really, really do not mind."

She sniffled a little, "Really?"

"Really." I leaned forward until my face was only inches from Addison's. 'Don't do it, Sophia!'

Ignoring my conscience, I closed the gap and let my lips crash against my teacher's. Her lips were so soft and tasted like vanilla, her skin underneath my palms was smooth and warm, and as our bodies pressed against each other, everything felt absolutely perfect.