She didnât smile. More of a âjust as I suspectedâ look. But she knew the effect on me, nervously shaking before her. âYou left this pencil here earlier, Julia.â Not that it was an important pencil or anything, but still,âŚ..
I had helped her out before our lunch break. A new substitute teacher at my school. Sheâd waited until the end of the day and called me back to her room saying she again needed my assistance. And now, here we were. Her knees slowly moving apart as she sat on the front edge of the desk. Knowing. Anticipating and knowing before I did. Knowing what I would do next.
The pencil finally dropped once she propped herself back a little after feeling my hair brushing against her thighs.
âMmmmm, thatâs a good girl.â She purred at me. âThe principal told me youâd be eager. I hope youâll do a better job than she did this morning.â