The Teacher

5-Its Getting Hot

Layla

I watch out through the peep hole as Mr Jackson pulls out of my driveway.
But when he is in the street I realize he still had my phone.

"Dammit!" I exclaim.
Well, good things I have a passcode on it. Not that I have anything to hide. Just....

Some things he doesn't need to see as my teacher.

I lock the door and walk into he livingroom to be greeted by Ebony singing "We're all in this together" in high school musical.

"Ebony! Turn that down!" I exclaim laughing. "Don't hate it girl! Embrace the feeling of Troy and Gabriella!" She laughs jumping up and down on the couch.

"Don't break my couch." I grunt.
"Okay Mom." She retorts.

I roll my eyes.

She gets off the couch and closes the blinds. "Hey Ness?" She asks.

"Yes?"

"Where is your car?"
She asks.

Oh shit. She can't know Mr Jackson brought me home. She would get the wrong idea.

"It broke down and I caught a ride from someone." I say.

Well technically it wasn't a lie. I did get a ride from someone. She just doesn't need to know who.

"Oh. So it's still at school?" She asks. I nod quickly.

"Is David coming over?" I ask. She shakes her head. "No. He is hanging out with some of his buddies tonight."

I nod. "You will not believe what Mr Jackson asked me today." I rub the bridge of my nose.

"What happened?" She asks drinking her Coke.

"He asked if David and I were having sex." I say bluntly.

She does a spit tank and spits the Coke all over my clothes and WHITE COUCH.

"EBONYYYYY." I yell.

"That was my WHITE COUCH!" I say angrily.

"I'm sorry. But what did you say?!!" She asks totally ignoring my question.

"Mr Jackson asked-"

"If you and David are having sex." She completes my sentence.

I nod as she calculates what I said.
"That's insane. You guys are good friends but-"

"That's all we will be." I say. "exactly. So why should he care anyway?" She asks.

"I don't know Eb." I say going to get a rag out of the closet to give her.

"Maybe he's jealous." She smiles raising her eyebrows and biting her lip.

I roll my eyes. "Shut the hell up and clean." I guffaw and throw the rag at her face.

"Let me know if we need to buy a new couch." I say. "I'm going to take a shower."

I leave the living room and lock myself In the bathroom.

I turn on the faucet and hop in the shower. Trying to drown my stress in the hot water.

And damn it was getting hot.

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Michael:

I try to put in the passcode for Layla's phone but I keep locking her out of it. Soon it's going to say "try again in a week". Then she is going to ask questions.

I throw the phone in my glove compartment. I don't know why I should be worried about her social life. She is my student.

I pull up in my driveway to be greeted by Lisa at the front door getting the mail.

I get out of my car and meet her up here. "Hi darling." She says wrapping her arms around my neck. She kisses my lips.

"How was your Day?" She asks.

I shrug. "It was good."
She opens the front door as I follow her inside. "Do you like the class you're subbing for?" She asks.

"Yeah. There nice."

"You like the students?" She asks again.

"Yes very much. There's even this hot girl Layla Beckett that I really want in my bed."

I wanted to say that, reader I really did.

But Lisa is my wife.
So this is what I really said.

"Yeah. There's this girl named Ms Beckett who is a pain in my ass." I try to sound blunt as I say her name without giving me my own orgasm.

"Oh that's not good. She needs to learn her place." She says opening the fridge.

"Yes. Yes she does." I say biting my lip getting nasty thoughts.

Dammit Michael stop. She's your student. You can't be thinking like this.

I loosen my tie as my hands get sweaty.
"Are you okay baby?" She asks placing frozen chicken on the counter.

"Yeah. It- it's just getting hit in here." I say swallowing my thoughts with the lump that has formed.

"Babe it's 62 degrees." She says tilting her head. She walks up to me and places the back of her hand on my forehead. "You don't feel hot." She says.

It's like I was puking up my thoughts about Layla. And they weren't real appropriate ones.

"I'm going to take a shower baby. I'll be back in 10." I say desperate to get out of the room.

She touches my chest. "Okay baby." She says biting her lip.

When I look at Lisa I only see Layla. Fuck what is she doing to me?

And then I feel an erection pop in my pants.

Lisa's eyes trail down. "Did I do that baby?" She asks smiling.
I nod not able to speak. Even though she didn't do that to me. She's still my wife and I needed her to think she did.

Her eyes widen. "Want me to join you in the shower?" She laughs.

"N-no that's okay sweetie. You just cook up dinner." I assure.

"Okay. Hurry back." She smiles going back to the chicken.

I rush out of the kitchen and immediently fix my package in my pants.

"Dammit." I whisper. "Too close."

I rush upstairs and get in the shower.
The hot water against my black curls and my cocoa skin felt so relieving. The blood was traveling all over my body instead of the one "area".

That was like having a man orgasm.

How am I going to get through tomorrow?

It was getting way too hot.

To be continued...