C1 Pure Taboo 1

"Professor Lewis knows he attracts his young female students, but he doesn’t care and continues teaching his classes, ignoring those girls with hormones running wild. He just never expected to find one of his students needing help, and that somehow they would end up in his bed one night."

...

The bell for the last class rings, and I feel relieved. The students leave the room in just a few seconds. I take advantage of this moment alone to pack my things into my briefcase. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I answer immediately:

"Hey darling, ready to come home?"

I reply:

"It’s still Thursday, love. Don’t get too excited."

Stephanie laughs on the other end of the line. She’s also a teacher at another school, so she knows exactly what I’m talking about. She then says:"

I’ll see you at home."

We say goodbye.

I head to the teachers’ lounge to grab some assignments I left in my locker earlier. I only find Mark still there. We greet each other.

"You’re really not coming out with us tonight?"

I just say:

"Unlike you Science teachers, the English teacher here still has class until tomorrow."

He laughs and says he’ll call me later to schedule something.

I say goodbye and leave the room, heading toward the parking lot. I get in my car, wanting to get out of here quickly and enjoy the rest of the day.I hear the voices of some girls. I ignore them and keep looking for my key, which had fallen. Once I find it, I notice one of them leaning against my car while they chat.

Great, now how am I supposed to leave?"Look, there’s his car. That hot guy."One of them laughs. I roll my eyes and smile. Teenagers are always like this, and it’s not the first time I’ve heard it. My car has tinted windows, so they have no idea I’m inside listening to this nonsense. But then I hear:

"I go crazy when he walks into the classroom."

The other girl, who is out of my field of vision, replica:

"I think he’s cute, but not that cute."

The first one says:

"Good, then he’s all mine."

They laugh again.

"But you like half the teachers."

The other laughs and says:

"I know."

I recognize that voice it’s Suzy Chang, my second-year student and the one who gives me the most trouble with side conversations. I don’t recognize the other girl’s voice, but they keep talking, making me wish this would end soon. Suzy says:

"You should be more like me."

Sleeping around with everyone?"

"Gross, Holly, it’s not like that."

But they laugh again. Holly? I try to remember that student. I recall the name, but I can’t put a face to it. I work with almost two hundred and twenty students and I’ve only been here for six months. The other girl, whom I can now see from behind with blonde hair, says:

"You know I’ve never done that. I’ve never slept with anyone."

Suzy replies:

"Yeah, I know. You don’t know what you’re missing."

But because Suzy Chang is random and loves to talk, as I’ve already noticed, she adds:

"Do you think Professor Lewis is good in bed?"

"Suzy!"

"What? I’m just curious."

The other girl says:

"We should get out of here before he arrives and catches us talking about him and his… you know."

I actually find it funny now, because it’s a little too late for that, ladies. Suzy says:

"You coward."

They walk away from my car. I watch the two of them walking. Only then, when the blonde girl turns her face smiling at Suzy, do I remember her. She’s a third-year student. I shake my head. In all my years as a teacher, there’s always something new.

...

"The dinner was great, honey."

I kiss the top of her head as I take my plate to the sink. Stephanie gets up too and says:

"Leave it to me, darling."

I say:

"But I can help you."

She insists:

"No need. You still have to grade those papers and I don’t have class tomorrow. Go ahead."I give her another kiss on the cheek and head to my office, but before I leave she says:

"Finish up and I’ll be waiting for you."

She smiles mischievously. I like that we still have this desire even after four years of marriage. I smile back and tell her to wait for me. Of course, I end up finishing after midnight and find her already asleep when I return to our bed.

...

"You like it like this?"

She comes back again, wrapping her soft mouth around me, working eagerly with that warm tongue. It’s too much for me. Someone could walk in at any moment the door isn’t locked but I can’t ask her to stop. It was supposed to be just a conversation, and now she’s on her knees between my legs doing this so perfectly. Someone knocks on the door.I wake up startled. Damn. I dozed off during my break. I adjust myself in my chair and fix my face as best as I can. If it’s the principal, this won’t look good. I say:

"Come in!"

I was expecting the principal, but someone I didn’t expect enters the room hesitantly, with a fake smile on her lips.

"Miss Chang."

She stands up straight and says:

"Hello, Professor Lewis."

I say:

"Here for your monthly visit?"

Before she can answer, I see the girl from my dream just moments ago standing behind her. I freeze. She smiles at me and waves from outside, disappearing from view when Suzy closes the door. I focus back on Suzy, who approaches and sits in the chair in front of me. I start by asking:

"So, what’s the problem this time?"

She smiles again and says:

"Well, it’s about the grade on my last assignment. I can’t show that to my parents."

I cross my hands on the desk and say:

"Then you should have turned it in on time so you wouldn’t lose half the points."

She leans forward, placing her arms in a way that exposes more of her cleavage in her shirt, and says:

"Are you sure we can’t do something about it, Professor?"

I take a deep breath and reply:

"I’m going to pretend you’re not doing what I think you’re trying to do, Miss Chang, so this doesn’t get even worse for you."

She pulls back, looking a bit scared.

I continue:

"If you want a good grade, do good work and turn it in on the deadline."

She gets up nervously and doesn’t even say goodbye as she leaves my office. I hear voices outside. She seems disappointed that she didn’t get what she wanted. I’m putting some papers in my briefcase when someone knocks on the door again.I ask them to come in and am surprised to see her friend asking if she can talk to me for a moment. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to have her in front of me right now after that dream, but I have to be professional. I tell her to come in and sit down.