Author's Note: This story was constructed a few years back at the request of a teen reader, one of the most remarkable young girls that I ever had the pleasure of dealing with. There is no doubt in my mind that if she had wanted to, she could have written this on her own and made something that I would have been proud of to read. As it was, there are a couple of big paragraphs that she wrote at my request. I argued to put her as a co-author but she insisted that she did not want her name associated with this story, preferring to remain anonymous.
Daniel had determined that he was going to 'confess' to his wife. After all, their ten-year marriage was nothing, if not based on faith, honesty and trust. As soon as his sixth period class was over he was going to skip the 7th and head home early. He had arranged for a substitute teacher to take the next class for him, and a fellow teacher was going to do him a favor and pick up his kids at their school for him.
He had been agonizing over this for two months; today was the day. He and Martha had gone through a lot together. They had first met when he first entered college and within a year, while he was still a freshman, they had gotten married. Their two children were born before he even graduated. Those were hard times for the young couple. She stuck with him and even helped finance his tuition by working two jobs, while juggling that around her motherly duties. In addition, those first few years that he taught as a replacement teacher were just as tough on her, but they managed to get through it all together. As he built up his tenure during the last seven years at Tilton High School, things became easier on the young couple.
Now at 34, Daniel was breezing along and living a relatively happy life with Martha and the two kids. His whole demeanor and lifestyle made him probably the most well-liked and well-respected teacher in the school. With his seven years of permanence, he was the senior English teacher.
Daniel was a religious and righteous family man whose affability and charisma made him a favorite amongst his peers. Moreover, that same charisma made him a favorite of almost all of his students. His strong looks were quite impressive while wearing casual suits with slacks and ties that took conscious thought about his appearance. He had a buzz cut that actually made him seem a couple of years younger than his age. In addition, his dark, good looks with his trendy and dark facial hair and his attentiveness in his dressing habits made him especially a favorite of the girls. However, he was always careful not to get too personal with any of the kids -- until now.
He looked up from the book that he had opened and glanced up at the object of his distress.
Sitting in the front row of his 6th period class was the girl who was, by far, the student with the most potential. Her essays and poetry were a breath of fresh air in this era of slackers and loadies. During the two months of class, Daniel's intellectual side was quickly drawn to the girl whom he found to be a witty companion in the pre and post class moments.
More and more the teacher found himself lingering nearer to her desk and maintaining eye contact with her over the other students, as though her opinion on his lectures were truly of great value to him.
However, it wasn't just her words and thoughts that had him focused on her. She also was an extremely attractive girl and, fortunately, not one of the common cheerleader types that leapt around school giggling and gossiping. She stood maybe around 5'5" with full raven curls that he accurately guessed were not naturally shaded as such. She had large dark eyes and a dazzling smile that glowed when she chose to show it.
She wasn't an outcast among her peers; nevertheless, she steered clear of them by her own choice. He admired that in her.
Her clothing always had somewhat of a morbid touch. Dark colors, lace and satin always draped her well-curved body. The necklines of her blouses always dipped low, while her skirt-lengths were always borderline scandalous. This, of course, drew a great deal of attention from him. She had an almost artistic quality ... which might even be described as beautiful.
As a well-educated man, Daniel was drawn to her on many obvious levels. He wasn't sure when his interest in her as an intellectual equal shifted to a near-obsession of her as something to be owned -- taken.
Although the frequency of sexual intercourse in Daniel's otherwise apparently sound marriage had declined sharply over the past several months, he did not connect that fact to his growing sexual obsession with his young student.
But once the idea was planted in his head, he found that he could not shake it loose, putting him in a dangerous and stressful yet, intriguing position; which is exactly why he had to tell his wife. He needed someone to guide him so that he didn't step over the unseen line.
As Daniel fought with himself, he was becoming more and more terrified in his growing fixation for his student, afraid that some other student or a fellow teacher would notice. Indeed he was becoming so frightened with his thoughts that he even had considered just hopping onto a plane; deserting his family. Even that would be preferable than a criminal conviction for acting on his thoughts.
On this day he finished off the class and did not leave any questions open. He didn't want any of the students lingering to take up his time. As soon as the kids filed out of his class he hurried to the parking lot, got into his car and headed for home, determined that this was the answer to his problem.
About three miles later he was in his little community and nearing his house. He brought the car to a halt as he approached the corner stop sign. About to turn onto his block he looked out of his driver side window, toward his house. It was then that he saw his neighbor Adam coming out of the front door of their (Daniel and Martha's) house. He watched the man trot across the street toward his own house and go inside.
'I wonder what he wanted?' Daniel asked himself, but brushed the thought aside as he drove up to his house. He pulled into the driveway, got out and entered his house, expecting to see Martha downstairs. He was somewhat surprised not to find her there, because their neighbor had just left. He went upstairs, thinking she must have gone up immediately after Adam left. When he reached the top of the stairs he heard the water running in the shower. This startled him completely.
She must have gone up as soon as her neighbor had left and that surprised Daniel, especially because the front door was left unlocked. He walked into their bedroom to await her and suddenly he was taken aback. Martha was impeccable and always had the house immaculate. Yet now he found the bed completely unmade and in disarray. Scattered about on the floor were his wife's skirt, blouse, panties, bra and shoes. Suspicion started to creep into his brain as he looked around. In the background he barely heard the water to the shower as his eyes became riveted to the white blobs of sticky liquid in the middle of his mattress.
Soon he heard Martha start to shut down the water in the shower. She would be drying herself off and be out of the bathroom in a minute or two. Daniel reacted. Instead of waiting to confront her, he knew that he now had the excuse that he needed. He hurried out of the room soundlessly. Without losing a step he silently rushed down the stairs and out of the house.
It was later that night when the final pieces were put into place in Daniel's brain. Although he was hurt to the point where he would have loved to kill his wife, he was also grateful that he had been able to find out about her infidelity before he spilled his guts to her about how he was feeling toward young Sarah. As he lay in bed pondering what happened with his wife and what was happening to him, he began to realize that this was the best thing that could have occurred.
Now that he didn't have to worry about his wife's feelings, he began to realize that his own feelings were much stronger for Sarah than he had ever cared to admit to himself before. He thought of all of those times that he had fought with himself to tear his eyes away from the teen. He knew that he was totally captivated by her brains, her charms, her beauty and yes, her body; maybe especially her body. If it was at all possible to fall in love with a student with whom one hardly knew anything about, then maybe that was what was happening to him. He loved her and hated her for how he was feeling. He was convinced that she was doing it to him on purpose. Then he thought of his wife enticing and bedding down their neighbor and Daniel felt hatred for women's power over men.
For all of his feelings of hatred toward his wife and lust for the young girl Daniel was still able to manage to control himself in a professional manner during the next few weeks. Nevertheless, his feelings for the student began to become hard to control. Each school day for the three weeks leading up to Christmas the pressures within him became worse.
Although he retained his professional composure, inside his feelings and urges were building; creating a whirl of inner excitement. Looking at the youngster's shapely legs, which more often than not showed at least six inches of exciting flesh over her knees and inside of her thighs, he had to fight to keep his eyes off her body. Occasionally she would bend, and out of the corner of his eyes he would notice her movement. He couldn't stop himself from turning his head, hoping to get a glimpse of flesh beneath the low V of her blouse.
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