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The Teacher's Secret

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40 year old Alison could not stop thinking about her high school student, Jade. Her dreams were haunted with sexy, steamy images that had her waking up frustratingly aroused. Jade was the king of her thoughts, taunting her with forbidden desires that threatened to consume her. Will she get the chance to be with Jade in the most intimate way?

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Chapter One
 - Alison - A frisky little breeze played with my cheeks as I stood on my balcony, sipping my glass of wine and enjoying the twinkling lights of the city. My apartment, situated on the eighth floor gave me the best possible view of the city. To the left, towering building rose towards the clouds and seemed to look down pitifully at the earthlings who would walk or drive by. To the right, I could see the lit outline of the historical Manda Bridge which was one of the best tourist attractions in all of Madison City. The sky was full of stars tonight, perfect for star gazing with the one you loved, but, sadly, I had no significant other. I sighed. The divorce had been finalized and I stood there wondering what Gary was doing this very minute. Maybe making love with his new woman, I thought bitterly, while I am here all by my lonesome. It was not as if I wanted him back but the thought that he had refused to give up his mistress for me left me feeling quite miserable. I missed the mating and the companionship and the long talks and the rambunctious playing at wee hours of the night that would have us erupting in laughter. But that was all in the past now. I had to find a way to move on and as one person had said: the best way to get over a man is to get under one. I smiled. I wondered if I could find a man who was interested in getting on top of me, only that and nothing more – no calling, no messaging, no sleeping over, nothing. Just a man to satisfy me until I was ready (if I will ever be ready) for another steady relationship. I sighed again and made my way through the sliding doors and into my cozy apartment. If anyone knew me, they knew I loved colours. For this particular apartment, I had chosen to use bright orange to paint the walls and accentuated the room with black and white. I’d gotten my artist friend, Andrew, to paint a mural in black tones of a tree in blossom that extended from the corner of one wall all the way up to the ceiling and stopped right at the sliding doors where I’d hung black and white geometrically patterned drapes. The black and white striped rug under my bare feet felt so plush, that I felt as if I could take another nap right there. The off white sofa beckoned me over for one more intimate session but I declined. Instead, I walked over and fluffed the orange, and black and white multi-patterned throw pillows that I had bought on sss. I then made my way to my bedroom and immediately flopped down into my welcoming bed. “Oh my king-sized bed, oh how I love thee! Thou art here to keep me comfortable and never complain if I want to cuddle beneath thy divine covers all day,” I waned poetically. I rolled over and grabbed one of my many pillows. “Ok, Mr. Pillow, it’s just you and me tonight, ok,” I said as I tried not to think about having to go to work in the morning. “Yeah, first day of school,” I uttered faux cheerfully as I turned over and tried to think happy thoughts.     “Good morning class,” I greeted my students the following morning. “Good morning, Mrs. Clarke,” the eleventh grade students replied as they took their seats and settled down. I had to get my name changed as soon as possible. I needed everyone to stop calling me Mrs. Clarke. “Welcome back, my lovely students,” I cheerfully said. “I wish for everyone a successful year as you work towards completion of high school. We have lots to accomplish so let us focus and get the work done.” Grade eleven meant a completion of a two year programme they started in grade ten. It was up to me to push them and get them to complete the syllabus in time for their external exams which usually help to get them into the tertiary institution of choice. These students were an excellent bunch – of course, the class had a few who had to be poked and prodded to get them to complete their work. Even so, it was a class to which she looked forward to having. “Ok, let’s see who is here,” I said as I opened my register. I called the list of names but noticed that Jade and Raphaella were absent so I enquired about their absence.  “Ms., they are at a student council meeting,” one student informed me. “I’m sorry. They did tell me to tell you,” she continued sheepishly. Jade and Raphaella were students I could always count on. They were very helpful and often ensured that class ran smoothly. If I needed to be at the office, I could count on them to maintain order and ensure that the class activity was done. While Raphaella was the more serious one, Jade was more jovial and loved to crack jokes. They both got along with everyone but Jade was more of a people’s person. I thought they, above all of the other students, had a superb future ahead of them. “Good morning, Ms.,” Jade and Raphaella chorused as they entered the room. “Sorry we’re late,” Jade said. “That’s ok,” I replied. “Please take your seats.” The day went by smoothly. At the end of it, I was exhausted and was only too happy to get my things and head home to shower and take a nap. Between teaching, grading papers, parent-teacher consultations and extracurricular activities, the school term zipped by and brought the festive season of Christmas flowing all around us.   “Ok class, so we’re going to finish up our lesson on The Roman Conquests. Please have your note books and pens out,” I instructed my class. Teaching History was one of my passions. There was no other subject I’d rather be teaching. The lesson ended early and the students spent the rest of time lyming and enjoying the Christmas pudding and egg nog I had brought for them. At one point Jade asked to see my phone. I handed the device to him and when I looked up, I was just in time to see him snapping my picture. I laughed and made funny faces to cover up the blush that I felt coming on. Something funny was going on with me. I was feeling way too blushy around Jade. I remembered one day I was standing at my desk with my back turned to the door and Jade was early. He came up behind me and covered my eyes with his hands and asked, “Guess who?” I smiled because I immediately knew it was he: his soft hands gave him away. Anyway, I pretended that I did not know who it was and ran my hands along his arm. I felt his watch and then a large scar that had formed on his arm from a fall he had received when he had gone hiking with his friends. I was quite alarmed the day he had come to class with the wound still fresh from his accident. “I know it’s you, Jade,” I giggled. Did I just giggle? Oh dear. “What gave me away?” he asked as he removed his hands. “Let’s just say I know you,” I answered, shuffling some papers on my desk, suddenly shy to look at him. I frowned inwardly. When did this happen? Am I in love? With my student? That day, when the class started, I could barely focus on what I was saying. I was super distracted and by the end of the class, I had to sit at my desk for a few minutes to analyze the situation. Jade always made me laugh or put a smile on my face. He always behaved in a gentlemanly way and went out of his way to be kind to others. I had watched him transform in front of my eyes from a shy, unassuming boy to an assertive, confident young man. He was never rude and was never tardy with his school work. He spoke well and seemed to be focused on achieving his goals. I liked that. I wondered if I had fallen in love because I was lonely – because I needed a companion – because I was grieving – because he [Jade] had shown me that it was ok to smile in the midst of my sorrows…who knows? I had fallen in love without realizing it but why did it have to be my student? And was I really in love or was it just a knee jerk reaction to Jade's attention?

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