Pleasure in Pain [Student/Teacher]

Chapter 5

            The second Friday of the second semester came all to quickly. I had been dreading the day since my parents told me they would be signing me up for a tutor. I wanted to scream at them, tell them that my grades were fine, but I knew that would do absolutely nothing. I sighed as I put my books in my locker, then headed for room A104. I didn’t know who my tutor was, but hoped it wasn’t one of the strict teachers.

            When I found the classroom, I turned the silver door handle and pulled the door open. When I saw which teacher was sitting behind the desk I gasped and widened my eyes. “H-Hi, Mr. Matthews.” I stuttered, then slowly walked into the classroom and shut the door behind me.

            I never suspected him out of all the teachers to be my tutor. I didn’t even know he knew more than psychology. It felt like there were fifty eagles flying around in my stomach as I neared his desk. There was a part of me that hated being alone with him or even giving eye contact. Every time that happened I thought about my essay, and how he most likely knew my sexual fantasizes.

            The other part though, loved it. He was sexy, there was no denying it. His attire consisted of straight-legged blue jeans, considering on Fridays the teachers were allowed to wear jeans, and a button down black shirt that complimented his toned body. His hair was a little messy, but in that sexy way that could drive girls wild. I quickly shook away my thoughts when I noticed I was staring at him too long. I couldn’t feel that for him, especially because he was a teacher. It was illegal and he’d never think of me like that.

            “Miss Conrad, please grab a chair and pull it up to my desk.” He said.

            I walked over to one of the chairs and dragged it along the floor until it was about a few inches away from his desk. Sitting down across from him, I set my bag on the floor and kept my hands in my lap. He seemed to me rummaging through some papers, so I didn’t interrupt.

            “Well Lillian, it seems to me like you have perfectly fine grades, so I don’t see why you need a tutor.” He stated, looking up at me.

            I nodded my head a little. “My parents don’t think so.” I admitted softly.

            “Would they believe it if I told them myself?” He asked.

            I wished they would, but knew all too well they wouldn’t. “No.”

            “Hmm.” Running his hands through his hair, he stacked the papers up once more and set them off to the side. “So even if I cancelled your tutoring sessions, they’d get you another one?” He asked.

            I nodded my head in response.

            “Interesting. Well I guess we can keep this going then. You can come in here every Friday and just work on your homework. If you need help, then I’ll be right in front of you ready to offer it. Sound like a deal?” He asked and gave me a smile that was to die for.

            I nodded my head and smiled back, happy with the arrangement. “Thank you, Mr. Matthews.”

            “No problem. You can go now, but first take your essay.”

            I gulped and grabbed it, then grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the room without a proper goodbye. Before I had the door shut, I glanced down at the paper and my heart sunk; a B? That couldn’t be possible. All that hard work and effort I put in that essay definitely deserved me at least an A-. Sighing, I turned back around and took a deep breath before walking back into the classroom.