The Teacher's Secret

Chapter 9

-Jade-

I left Alison wishing that I could have stayed and spend the day with her but with her ex-husband around it was an uncomfortable space to be in. I wondered if she was going to give him another chance. I had again eavesdropped and heard him begging her to take him back. Although she had said no, anything could happen and with him living with her for a while, who knows? As the old saying goes: old firewood is easy to light.

Seeing him in her arms left me with a weird feeling. I didn’t want anyone else to be in her arms except me. Aren’t you forgetting that you have a girlfriend? my inner voice pointed out. I sighed. I was not sure where this thing with Mrs. Clarke was going but I so badly want to find out. Maybe I was just a rebound from her husband who had hurt her so badly. Maybe she was just lonely and wanted some male company. Or maybe she was just using me to satisfy her s****l needs. Do I dare put Jess aside for a thing that might just be short-lived?

You’d better be careful, my inner voice warned.

When I reached home, my mother and Jess were standing on the steps waiting for me. When my mother saw me coming she rushed down the walkway and wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Oh Jade,” she said.

“I am so sorry. Are you ok?” my mother asked as she looked into my face.

“I am fine, ma,” I said as we walked towards the steps. “Where is he? Is he here?”

“No, he is out running errands,” my mother replied.

“Good,” I said dryly.

I looked at Jess, wondering deeply what her reaction would be if she found out that I fooled around with my teacher. Would she cry or would she slap me in the face? I did not want to hurt her but it was irrefutable that Mrs. Clarke and I have a type of chemistry that she and I did not have. I did feel a bit awkward but I greeted her with a kiss and a hug.

“I’m so glad you are ok, Jade,” she said. “Your mom said you were by one of your teachers. Who is she?”

“It’s Mrs. Clarke, my history teacher,” I answered while we headed indoors.

I wished I was alone but with Jess here, that would be impossible. I was not about to tell my girlfriend that she had to leave when she obviously had been waiting for me to get home.  I took her hand and we walked up to my bedroom. I plopped down on the bed and closed my eyes a little. This was just a place I lived – not my home anymore. I did not want to be here but what to do?

I opened my eyes when I felt Jess come to lie in my arms.

“Will you be ok,” she asked as she snuggled a little closer to me.

“I have to be,” I said with a sigh.

“I wish I could help you,” Jessica said gently. “I don’t like to see you like this.”

“Thanks but I’ll tough it out, Jess. I have to. What else is there to do?”

We lay there in comfortable silence. Jess did her best to comfort me but she wasn’t Alison. So you want Alison now and not your girl? my inner voice said to me. Alison is too old for you. Are you going to mess up what you have with Jess for a little experiment with an older woman?

I closed my eyes and immediately, Alison was in front of me: her brilliant smile; her kind, laughter; her warm eyes, her perfect breasts, her sweet mouth…A little smile formed on my lips but I quickly killed it as I did not want Jess to ask me what I was smiling about. I was just happy that even in a time when I am stressed, there was a reason to smile: Alison. It was undeniable that we both enjoyed each other and I for one could not wait to see her again in private. Maybe that would not be so for school was scheduled to resume in another week or so.

“Do you want me to make you feel better?” Jess offered with a suggestive smile.

I smiled at her a little uneasily but I welcomed the distraction of thinking about when my father would return. Suddenly, however, making out with Jess was not as appealing as it once was but I did not want to seem insensitive so I pulled her on top of me and kissed her. It was definitely not as it was with Mrs. Clarke, I mean, Alison. Calling her Alison would take some getting used to but her name sounded so enriching to my ears. I wait for the day I would be able to whisper her name as I made love to her. Would she call back my name as she writhe beneath my body?

Thinking about Alison and the time we had spent together plus being kissed by Jess had my manhood rising but I had promised Jess that that I would make our first time at fourth base very special - and this was not special. I stopped kissing her and gently put her to lie back beside me.

“I want our time to be special,” I said to her. “I promise I will make it a night you will never forget, babe.”

“Ok, Jade. But it better be good or I’m not going to talk to you ever again,” she grinned.

“Trust me, Jess. When you see what I have in store for you, you’re gonna melt,” I promised her.

Jess laughed and climbed off the bed. I walked her downstairs. At the door I said: “Oh by the way Jess, I’m inviting you to our Christmas dinner. I almost forgot.”

“Sure thing, Jade,” she answered. “I look forward to it.”

Jess walked away to her car and as I stood there at the door, I saw my father’s car pull up. I closed the door and hurriedly made my way up to my bedroom. I did not want to see him and planned on spending more time in my bedroom. I had my History project to complete anyway and time was running out. In two days’ time, it would be Christmas and I did not want to still be working on this project. I closed my bedroom door and sat around my desk, intent on completing my project.

Time ticked by and I worked and worked. Finally, it was where I wanted it to be. I breathed a sigh of relief and placed my head on the desk. ‘Mrs. Clarke will be proud of me,’ I thought with a grin. Funny enough I was more concerned about pleasing her than getting a good grade. Not only was I waiting to please her with this History project, but please her in bed as well. Of course, I think I would have to do some more research, so, as tired as I was from working on my History project, I decided to do a little digging. The information I unearthed was super interesting and I could not wait to try them out on Alison. Don’t you mean Jess? my conscience asked. ‘And Jess,’ I added silently.

I cringed inwardly but at the same time, I was just biding my time until I get to be with Alison again. I still had to plan a special date for Jess. I would not feel good within myself if I did not fulfil my promise to her. ‘I just hope I can get it done,’ I murmured with a yawn and a stretch. It was only two thirty in the afternoon but I was bushed. My bed was shouting my name and I was listening.

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My house was abuzz with feverish activity as we got ready for our Christmas dinner. I was both happy and sad. Happy to see my mother so happy but sad that my father had to be a part of this dinner party. The house was nicely decorated in shades of red and green – highlighting the season. I was certainly happy that we did not have such cold weather as some countries. Madison City was a nice chilly town at Christmas and people were delighted to pull out their sweaters but there was no need for heavy coats or well-insulated boots.

The Christmas tree was twinkling with decorations and lights. Every year we put up a picture of each family member in a moment we thought was most memorable. I smiled as I looked at the pictures of my family but the one with my father could not even bring out a slight upturn of my mouth from me.

The doorbell rang and I knew it must be Jess. I opened the door to see a beaming Jessica standing there. I invited her in. She kissed me on my cheeks and went to say hello to my mother and the rest of the family. I watched as she walked away, her little dress swishing as she walked. I had the highest appreciation for her little backside and her long legs.

My house was filled with laughter and I liked that. There was nothing more endearing than hearing the laughter of family and friends. There was only one friend missing. I wondered if she was going to put in an appearance

Come to my family dinner

I’m not sure Jade…that is your family time

Just come…it will be alright

Maybe…plus I am not sure I can even look at you without feeling horny

You always horny

Yeah…u make me horny (blush emoji…monkey covering his face emoji)…lol

Lol

But seriously I think they will take one look at me and know that I am lusting at u

(blush emoji) I’m sure you can make it work

Alright. I will come but I am not promising

Ok. See u then if you decide to come

It was time for us to take our places at the table and Mrs. Clarke had not showed up. Maybe she changed her mind, I thought. Oh well, time to eat!

I loved when my mom cooked. She was the best cook in the whole world. There was no one in my book who could rival her. Everything smelt and looked delicious: roasted chicken, pulled pork, steamed fish, beans and rice, steaming corn on the cob smothered in butter, rich tantalizing gravy, mashed potato, potato salad, pumpkin pie, sugar cookies – it was all waiting for us to gobble up. I could not wait to dig in.

“Mom, you outdid yourself this time,” I said as I gave her a peck on the cheek and went to take my seat.

She smiled and looked very pleased.

“Yes hun,” my father chimed in and I felt a sudden tension in my shoulders.

Dinner was filled with lots of jokes and laughter. I, however, was uneasy for parts of the dinner. I just could not look at my father and smile or laugh. I could not forget what he had done to me – and not even over something that was serious. I felt hatred for him and would not forgive him.

“Who is ready for dessert?” my mother asked and got a unanimous resounding I from everyone.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped at the chance to go answer it.

“Jade, you’re expecting someone?” my mother queried, raising an eyebrow.

I didn’t answer but went to see if Alison had changed her mind and indeed she had.

“Hope I’m not too late,” Alison said as she stood there at my door looking radiant, wearing a sparkling smile and a red glittering dress.

“You’re late but come on in,” I grinned. “Glad you could make it.”

“Everyone,” I said, “this is Mrs. Clarke, my History teacher.”

I took her around the room to meet everyone individually, except my father. I figured she knew he was my father for we looked so much alike. I offered her a plate and helped her to load it with all the good stuff my mother had made. She took a sample of each thing and commented on how delicious everything was - which pleased my mother.

Because she was late, she had missed the desserts so I had to take her to the kitchen to get some. We stood there, alone in the kitchen while everyone mingled in the living room. Soon they were all singing carols and making merry. Mrs. Clarke was digging into the pumpkin cream pie when a bit of cream smeared her chin. I moved in to wipe it away from her chin with my finger. She looked away shyly and blushed but she looked back around just in time to see me place my finger with the cream into my mouth. She blushed even harder and I placed my finger under her chin for her to look at me. It was at that moment that my mother walked in.

I hurriedly removed my finger and stepped away from Mrs. Clarke. I looked at her sideways and she looked at me, a little smile creeping onto her face. I figured mom must have seen something but she said nothing. She grabbed what she had come for and left the kitchen, the two of us in tow.

The evening wound down and the guests left one by one. After everyone had left, my sister and I helped my mother to clean up. With everything taken care of, my sister and I excused ourselves to our rooms. I was just about to remove my clothes when I heard a knock at the door and my mother popped her head in.

“Jade, we need to talk,” she said standing there in the middle of the doorway, her arms folded firmly across her chest. I took a deep breath and waited for her to continue.