Teacher’s Pet_(2)

Teacher’s Pet

Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantage, I was a good student in a private school which made me an excellent public school student. I was getting straight A’s without much effort but unfortunately in high school this makes you more popular with the teachers than with other students. Did I say unfortunately?

In 1984 when I was graduating there were not many scandals involving teachers being fired for sleeping with students, especially women teachers. This is not to say it wasn’t happening as much as it does now, it just means that it was not front page news. In fact, with movies such as My Tutor and Private School, a younger man sleeping with a female teacher was more of a special rite of passage instead of a woman taking advantage of a naive young. boy. This story does not involve an adult and a minor but it does revolve around an older teacher and an 18 year student. That 18 year old student was me and as I look back now, I would trade anyone’s “bitchin” senior year for that incredible first week I spent after school with Mrs. Garrity, my high school English teacher.

Freshman English was not a requirement in my old school but since it was at Cooper High School where I was to graduate from I had to take that class as a senior. I was skating through the year easily in this class and Mrs. Garrity was cool in that she didn’t make me talk to much as she understood I kind of stuck out like a sore thumb among the 14 year freshman struggling to diagram sentences and punctuate properly. I worked a full time job in addition to going to school as I wanted to save up money to move back to Ohio as soon as I left high school. This didn’t hamper my school work much but after a particularly long night on Thursday night I convinced my parents I was sick and stayed home to get some much needed sleep time. Unfortunately I had forgotten a big English midterm. (Mrs. Garrity was putting her foot down about some of the freshman’s absence issues on test days so a makeup test was not an option) I was back at school Friday and Mrs. Garrity asked to speak to me after class. I wasn’t terribly concerned as I figured even with a zero on that test I could still pull a C average in the class which is enough to pass. After my last class I headed to see Mrs. Garrity and I walked into her classroom to find my English teacher fighting back tears as she sat at her desk. Little did I know then, what would transpire over the next week would change me and my life forever
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“What’s wrong Mrs. Garrity?” was how our conversation started. I sounded sympathetic, which I was. Mrs. Garrity was in her mid thirties, about 7 months pregnant and in the middle of a divorce after her husband slept with a 20 something coworker of his. Mrs. Garrity tried to fight through the tears and start our meeting but she was visibly upset when I finally convinced her to talk to me about it, maybe she would feel better. Once I got her to open up, everything just flowed out as she was away from her family and didn’t have any close friends so she had no one to talk to. She signed the divorce papers last week and she handled that OK but last night she saw her ex with another younger woman at a restaurant and they were very “touchy feely”, something he never was with her. It wasn’t even the woman he cheated on her with, it was someone else, someone “young, pretty and not a fat pregnant whale.” was how she put it. Well, she talked and I listened for about a half an hour or so. I tried to be understanding and reassuring, complimenting her more than once as I tried to restore some of her self confidence. It was not hard to be convincing as Mrs. Garrity was an attractive woman and for me, her being pregnant enhanced her beauty, it didn’t take it away from her. She probably thought I was just being nice at the time but in a few short days she would know I was serious about how amazing I thought she was and I would find out that on that Friday afternoon, Mrs. Garrity started to see me in a whole new light.

I had a note to stop by on Monday to see Mrs. Garrity before my first class, we never got to the reason for our meeting as I had to get to work late Friday afternoon. Mrs. Garrity said she could not change that zero on the test that I missed but she did not want me to miss out on a chance for an A in her class just because she had to be firm on the no makeup test provision she had set down. She said if I agreed to help her after school that week then she would give me enough extra credit to pull my grade up. I didn’t care that much about the grade but as she talked to me about college and scholarships I saw a different Mrs. Garrity standing before me. I am not sure if her self confidence was boosted from our Friday talk or if I was looking at her in a new light but either way, the thought of spending some time with her after school every day seemed like an attractive option. Mrs. Garrity was not just attractive to me now, she was downright sexy so I accepted her offer for extra credit. The thing I didn’t know at the time, I don’t think even she realized it, but she looked at me differently now to. I was no longer one of her students, I was the man who listened to her, comforted her and built her back up in a time of need. I was her friend.

At about 3:00 PM I walked into Mrs. Garrity’s class ready for my assignment. When I walked in, she was at the board erasing notes from her last class. I have not yet described Mrs. Garrity and as I stared at her while I stood in the doorway, now is as good a time as any. Mrs. Garrity stands about 5’3, has short black hair with a wavy style to it which looked incredible on her. She had a very pretty face with a sweet smile. She definitely was pregnant but that made her even sexier to me, her breasts were larger than normal, her belly pouch was perfectly rounded and her ass was getting wider but was still incredible as she wiggled it slightly while erasing the board. She had short but very shapely legs and she had tiny perfect feet, well manicured with fire engine red toe nail polish. She was wearing a purple maternity blouse with some black stretch slacks. She had given lots of notes that day so when she turned around and saw me I couldn’t help but smile as she had chalk dust up and down her blouse and hands.

“Why are you smiling so big mister?” She asked.

“No reason, need help pounding the erasers?” I said with a slight laugh.

She looked down at the chalky mess on her blouse and rolled her eyes at me, “It isn’t easy for a shorty like me to erase the board you know.” I laughed again and she rolled her eyes again, motioning me towards her. “These are the midterm tests from all of my classes, I was hoping you would grade the multiple choice and short answers for me while I graded the essays.”

“Okay, sounds easy enough, but my union rep says I don’t have to erase the chalk board so..” I said smiling hoping for a third adorable eye roll.

” Yeah, yeah make the short pregnant lady do the manual labor. Good thing I look magnificent in white.” she replied with a laugh and yes, there is was, that third adorable eye roll I was hoping for.

The rest of the time was uneventful as I graded papers and tried to steal glances at the lovely Mrs. Garrity but she stayed behind her desk grading away in silence. Ok, maybe I was reading to much into the eye rolls and the joking around we did when I arrived. Maybe it meant nothing or maybe Mrs. Garrity was trying just a bit to hard to grade in silence.

Tuesday’s school day came and went fairly quickly. I looked forward to my after school time with Mrs. Garrity but I was starting to come to my senses. Sure we got along pretty well but she was a teacher and I was a student, nothing more. I arrived a little later on Tuesday, she was already behind her desk when I came in. We exchanged smiles and hellos as I headed to a desk a little off to the side of her. I figured I still could enjoy looking at her and this was a better vantage point as she sat behind her desk.