Teacher Training

Chloe Hunt felt the bitter shaft of sunlight pierce the curtains and run lengthways down her naked body, illuminating the thatch of golden hair at her middle. The bed sheets discarded some time during a night of unbridled passion, her body was glazed in a film of sweat and heated by desire. Opening one eye, she regarded lover Jack Willis wrestling on a sock in readiness for the day ahead, a small smile forming on her lips as she recalled the previous night’s lovemaking.

Twelve years her senior, Jack was without doubt the most considerate lover Chloe had ever had the pleasure to know, in stark contrast to the previous men in her life who seemed only to have their own interests at heart. In some ways Jack was a little too considerate, a real gentleman, but it was a minor complaint. Right at that moment, Chloe could hardly be happier.

A lingering kiss was followed by a promise to see her again that evening, her lover’s exit leaving Chloe to hug the pillow as she battled the urge to go back to sleep. Forcing herself up from the sanctuary of the bed, the schoolteacher who’d turned twenty-three earlier that week tiptoed to the shower, turning the dial to cold. Her oversized nipples swelled instantly as the chilled water lashed at her shapely body. Administering a layer of fluffy white soap she cupped the pert yet cute breasts, the early morning ablutions brought an all round rosy glow.

Bending to wring the water from a shoulder length mane of blonde tresses, Chloe dried herself all over before perching on the edge of the bath. Extending a shapely slender leg, she began to paint each toenail a shade of devil red. Sandal wearing weather, she wanted to accentuate her cute little feet with a dab of colour.

Returning to the bedroom, the pretty blonde fumbled in the drawer, locating a set of underwear to match her nails. Whilst climbing into the lacy red panties and hooking the bra up over her beautiful little breasts, Chloe heard the rattle of the milkfloat in the road outside, suddenly craving a nice refreshing cup of tea. She ought really to put on a dressing gown to fetch in the milk, but the garment was nowhere to be seen, carelessly discarded prior to the previous night’s lovemaking. Oh well, she’d only be out on the step for a mere second. Yet how she’d live to regret that hasty decision.

Early still, the coast was clear for the daring reconnaissance. As she reached for the bottle, next door’s cat leapt across the fence, swirling lovingly at her ankles, pushing itself up against her. As she knelt to stroke the purring kitty, the door slipped momentarily from her hand. “There’s a good little puddy cat,” she cooed.

It was then that the door creaked painfully behind. Gaining momentum and slamming shut before there was time to react, Chloe was trapped outside in just her skimpy red underwear. “Oh shit,” cursed the pretty schoolteacher, the throwaway expletive totally out-of-character from the normally sweet young thing.

Rarely heard to swear, even in extremes, she couldn’t contain herself, repeating the curse. For this was extreme: she was locked outside and fully exposed to anyone that happened to be passing by.

And the first person that happened to pass by was her next door neighbour’s son and one of Chloe’s students, the borderline geeky and somewhat creepy Kevin Manning. At sixteen he was a mere seven years her junior, yet it seemed like a gulf of generations. “Miss Hunt!” he exclaimed, firing a shocked expression over the fence.

“Kevin,” Chloe responded, wrapping her arms around her body protectively, pretty face blushing a violent crimson to match her underwear and toenails. “Um I seem to have been rather stupid and managed to lock myself out.”

Kevin took a moment to look his teacher up and down, leering unsubtly. “Yes, you have been a bit stupid, haven’t you miss.”

Chloe’s face clouded with indignance, though she was in no position to censure his insolence. She decided to play to stereotype. “Haven’t I just, dumb blonde that I am?” she concurred, trying to make light of the situation.

At that moment, Chloe heard other footsteps approaching and, fearful the whole world might witness her predicament, she cowered in the shadows of the porch, never so embarrassed in her life. “Oh Kevin, what am I going to do?” she bleated, realising that the backdoor was still locked and the only open windows were high up.

Kevin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before pulling out his mobile phone. Yesssssss, that was it – call the fire brigade, Chloe thought. They’d help her. Nooooooo – all those big strong men would see the respectable schoolteacher in her underwear. She’d never live it down. However, calling for help was the furthest thing from Kevin’s evil mind. Instead of telephoning, he held up the cameraphone before his face, squinting before taking a perfect photograph of his semi-naked teacher. “Oh God, Kevin, no…”

And with that he went on his way to school without a word, just a grin on his nerdy face.

Chloe felt the tears well up in her eyes. Looking around hopelessly, there was only one thing for it. Picking up a slab of rock from the garden, Chloe turned her face and smashed the glass in the front door. Reaching through, careful to avoid the raised shards, she let herself in before anyone else had a chance to humiliate her.

—

It was gone ten o’clock before the glazier finished the job and the red-faced schoolteacher was able to get away, her first lesson missed. With ten minutes spare to the next, she managed to track down Kevin Manning for a quiet word. Unfortunately, for once in his life the boy was surrounded. A horrible thought crossed her mind: perhaps her picture was already in the public domain. Not really sure what to say or do, she asked for a word in private. The other boys issued a childish chorus of “oooooh”, causing the demure young teacher to blush virulently.

Out of earshot and battling to retain her dignity, Chloe whispered: “Kevin…that, um, that photo you took this morning…that was intended as a joke, right?”

The schoolboy pursed his lips quizzically. “A joke, miss?”

“You’ll delete it, right?”

“Delete it, miss? Why would I do that? It’s a very nice photo…”

Chloe’s heart fluttered. “Yes, but in the wrong hands…”

Kevin’s lip curled upward wickedly. “Oh you’re concerned I might…share it.”

Chloe sniffed miserably, her early good mood having evaporated entirely. “Yes.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with me, miss.”

That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Quite frankly that picture was like gold dust in this environment. It made her sick imagining hordes of teenaged boys masturbating over her partially clad image. And the wider ramifications didn’t even bear thinking about. Desperation began to take hold as she sweated around the breasts and armpits. “Kevin, please, I’m begging you to delete it.”

Kevin smiled knowingly, leaning in to her ear, a hand resting on his teacher’s hip. “Tell you what miss, I’ll think about it.”

Chloe shivered as she felt his hand slide around to cup the left cheek of her bum. He squeezed until she pulled away with a gasp, her cheeks maroon. The schoolboy merely issued a wink, clearly revelling in the sense of advantage he held. It was then that it truly dawned upon Chloe that she was in bother, a great deal of bother.

Only one thing for it, she had to get that phone at all costs, and sooner rather than later. Still early in the day, chances were he hadn’t passed it on to his friends, not that he had any. And Chloe could see why now. He was an evil and manipulative little nerd who just happened to lived next door. She had to get that damned phone before he wrecked her career, and perhaps her life. She could feel the tears welling up again, but had to be strong.

Clearing her head with a black coffee, after a little investigation, she established her nemesis had Games next. Hopefully that meant his jacket would be left unattended in the changing room, a plan beginning to form. If Chloe timed it right she could sneak in, nab the phone and destroy the evidence during the lesson. Without the photo Kevin had nothing against her. Heart thumping hard against her left breast, she looked at the clock on the wall for direction.

It was hardly professional but she had to leave her class of third formers to their own devices half way through their lesson, sprinting across school. As she crept inside the boys’ changing room furtively, the stench of sweaty shoes invaded her nostrils. Little time to hang around and risk being caught, the desperate teacher moved from peg to peg, searching for her tormentor’s jacket. A triumphant “yes” escaped her lips as the task was simplified when she espied his nametag sewn into the inner sleeve. What a nerd! Wresting the mobile phone from the pocket, she clenched her tiny fist in triumph.

Safely back outside, she dropped the phone to the concrete, spiking her heel into the glass face, before stamping up and down with the sole. Soon she’d wrecked the thing, broken it into pieces. “So you think you can get the better of me, huh Kevin Manning,” she said under her breath.

Her joy was short-lived as, upon re-entering the classroom she was met by the headmaster. Ushering her outside, he thundered: “What is the meaning of leaving your class unattended, Miss Hunt?”

Chloe’s bottom lip started to quiver. “Um, I’m…something came up…I…sorry”

“See me in my office after class.”

Chloe bowed her head in shame. “Yes headmaster.”

—

Chloe wandered into the headmaster’s reception and was told to take a seat. A few minutes later her nemesis Kevin Manning showed up. Boldly she looked him straight in the eye, met with a counter sneer. She knew that he knew, but where was his proof? “I want to report my mobile phone stolen,” he announced to the secretary, a sideways glance toward Chloe making her shuffle just a little uncomfortably.

At that moment the teacher was summoned away, the subsequent grilling from the headmaster leaving her teary-eyed yet relieved that it had been worth it. Her revealing picture had been destroyed and would remain nothing more than a figment of Kevin Manning’s imagination. As a consequence, Chloe ambled down the corridor to the staffroom in renewed spirits. All that was left was to work out how to get even with the little geek. It was then that her breath was taken away as she was accosted from behind and dragged into a nearby storeroom. “Get your hands off me,” she protested to the mystery assailant.

Kevin pushed her back, foaming at the mouth and incandescent with rage. Yet it was Chloe that fired the first shot, voice quivering discernibly. “You are in so much trouble, Kevin Manning.”

The schoolboy offered a look of disdain. “You think stealing my phone is the end of this, you stupid bitch?”

Chloe wrinkled her nose, before snapping: “Don’t you dare talk to me in that manner.