An Unlikely Encounter Ch. 02

TeacherPet: k, gimme a min

Shortly thereafter, I got an email from her. Sure, I was hoping it was a picture of her, but I wasn't really expecting it for some reason. Maybe a picture of her cat. But even if it was of her, I didn't anticipate anything like, well, what I got.

She was holding the camera out away from with one arm, so I saw her from about the mid-thigh up. She was wearing her little plaid skirt, and it looked like it was riding a little lower than normal, so her flat stomach and abdomen just trailed on completely exposed. She had a little black tie on too, which I hadn't seen on her before. It was small enough that it fit between her breasts and ended a little ways before her bellybutton.

Yeah. She wasn't wearing a shirt. Or a bra. Her other arm was draped across her chest, teasingly covering up her nipples. Her eyes twinkled a sort of grin and her lips were pursed in a very flirtatious "kiss". Oh god, that is so… fucking… hot. I had literally forgotten about the IM and had to pick up my jaw when it beeped at me with a new message.

TeacherPet: get it yet?

Me: I did…

TeacherPet: well?

TeacherPet: what do you think?

Me: Um

Me: Wow

TeacherPet: is that a good wow or a bad wow?

Me: GOOD wow… jesus

TeacherPet: oh good!

Me: Like you're surprised

TeacherPet: never know with you..

Me: yeah right

TeacherPet: ok, I may have had a little hunch ;)

TeacherPet: remind you of anything?

Me: Yeah

Me: a certain underage girl who snuck into a bar

TeacherPet: mhmm

TeacherPet: AND our first kiss

TeacherPet: :)

Me: That too

TeacherPet: I'm glad you like it!

TeacherPet: but I better never see anyone else with it :P

TeacherPet: or I'll know who to come choke

Me: Like I'd ever share anything like this

TeacherPet: I figured.. but just in case

TeacherPet: haha

TeacherPet: anyway

TeacherPet: that's like every guy's fantasy right? A schoolgirl?

Me: I dunno… It's pretty popular. But it might just be the outfit

TeacherPet: hmm

TeacherPet: I always figured it was the fantasy of the girl too

TeacherPet: like the innocence mixed with the naughtiness

Me: Well there is that too

TeacherPet: is that a fantasy of yours?

Me: Well like you said, every guy loves the plaid skirt

TeacherPet: ya ya

TeacherPet: but the GIRL

Me: Umm, not that I recall.

Me: I mean, I usually see students in a very different light that most people

TeacherPet: oh

TeacherPet: anyway

There was a pause as neither of us had anything to say. It was obvious I disappointed her… And I had this urge to just come clean.

Me: So yes, you were the first that changed all that around

TeacherPet: really?

Me: yes really.

TeacherPet: :)

TeacherPet: good

Another pause…

TeacherPet: you got quiet

Me: Sorry

TeacherPet: distracted?

Me: haha, maybe a little

TeacherPet: hmm by what?

Me: don't play naïve

TeacherPet: :P

TeacherPet: ok

TeacherPet: how come I never get any pics of you?

TeacherPet: all I have is this tiny one from my yearbook

I felt a little flutter in my stomach at the mention. So I'm not the only one who resorted to that? Although it's not quite the same if a student is digging out yearbook pictures for a crush than the other way around... a teacher… Like I give a shit anymore.

Me: What else did you want?

TeacherPet: Everything!

Me: That's very descriptive

TeacherPet: ha

TeacherPet: well how about a nice face shot

TeacherPet: something bigger than this dinky one I have now

TeacherPet: and maybe an upper body shot?

TeacherPet: you have some of me, afterall!

Me: Well unfortunately, I don't have any pictures like that on my computer

TeacherPet: aww

TeacherPet: so take some!

Me: Not all of us have fancy digital cameras

Me: Teacher salary, after all ;)

TeacherPet: what!

TeacherPet: everybody has one!

Me: Obviously not

TeacherPet: LAME

TeacherPet: ok

TeacherPet: you will just have to borrow mine

Me: Haha

TeacherPet: I'm serious!

Me: Really?

TeacherPet: yes!

TeacherPet: I'll loan it to you at school

TeacherPet: just remember to give it back :P

Me: Ah…

Me: Not really allowed to accept that kind of thing from students

TeacherPet: oh

TeacherPet: but you're allowed to do everything else we've done?

Me: You know what I mean

TeacherPet: ya ya

TeacherPet: look, I have an idea

TeacherPet: I will put it in a little bag

TeacherPet: then leave it on my desk after class

TeacherPet: then you can pick it up and remember to store it

TeacherPet: because one of your poor students forgot it

Me: Clever

Me: Sounds kinda risky though

TeacherPet: whatever

TeacherPet: you owe me. So anyway.

TeacherPet: you better take it when I leave it so somebody else doesn't steal it in your next class

Me: I guess you're not leaving me much choice.

TeacherPet: nope

TeacherPet: :)

TeacherPet: well it is getting pretty late

Me: Yeah… or early as the case may be

TeacherPet: ya! And we have school tomorrow!

TeacherPet: how naughty to stay up

Me: Haha, yeah

Me: Should probably get some sleep.

TeacherPet: kk

TeacherPet: I will see you tomorrow

Me: Yep, have a good night.

TeacherPet: you too

TeacherPet: maybe I'll wear the skirt for you

TeacherPet: but with a little more clothes than in the pic ;)

Before I could respond, she logged off. Fucking tease. Once again, I was dead tired… This was becoming an extremely bad habit. And like last night, I was… painfully turned on. But this time, there was no ignoring it. Looking back at the picture she sent me, I pulled out my erection and gave into myself. I attempted to start out slow, to just enjoy staring at her… Everything about her body was just so perfect. I was practically falling in love with her. With it. I mean her body…

I didn't know what to focus on. Her lips, pursed in that young little kiss. Her perky tits just barely hidden by her slender arm. Her taut stomach stretching down… The faint curves that turned at her hips… The completely smooth skin around her pelvic bone, trailing down and getting hidden by her plaid skirt…

A quick image of her dancing in the bar flashed in my mind. This time, I was aware of all the attention she got from the other men. She really is a fantasy girl. And I had fucked her. All I could muster right then was the thought that… I needed to have her again.

My orgasm ripped through me in a sudden explosion, and my shirt and boxers became drenched. I sighed and stripped myself naked on the way to the bedroom. I was too damn tired to put anything else back on.

VIII

She did wear the skirt on Monday. And she did wear more clothes. In fact, she was actually wearing a somewhat bulky high school sweatshirt that hid the definition of her upper body. This actually had the effect of emphasizing her slim and smooth legs even more, as they were the only part of her that was really exposed. The conflict of such a modest top and sexy bottom was oddly innocent and teasing at the same time.

I know I'm not the only one who was noticing her in the classroom. I just hoped nobody else realized I was spending all too much time either behind a podium or sitting at my desk. My mortification that I couldn't extinguish my own arousal during class was inwardly humiliating. And thrilling.

She had put her small leather camera bag on her desk with the rest of her things fairly early on in the class, and I caught her giving me a slight and knowing look when I saw it. Her eyebrows rose a little bit in silent confirmation, and I looked away. By the end of the class, I surreptitiously watched her attempt to casually put all her things away and 'forget' the item. It wasn't the most convincing performance, but then again, I was expecting it as well…

As she got up from her seat, I reminded the class that a draft of the last chapters of their stories were due on Wednesday. "I know it will be difficult for all of you to find closure in the work you've all become so attached to… But that will not excuse you from turning it in late. My cold heart will not be swayed by emotional tugging!" A few students chuckled, more groaned.

Autumn was almost out the door when one of the more shy boys in the class got the nerve to call out to her. "Hey Autumn! You forgot your, uh… bag… thing…" He was hanging back at her desk and holding the camera bag.

At the sound of her name, she visibly paused in her step and almost turned. Then, as if suddenly realizing what was happening, she resumed her stride and pretended she didn't hear anything. She tried to hide the stumble with an overly loud, "I'm coming!" to nobody in particular and swept out the door.

He was walking up to the front of the class with the camera in hand, glancing at the door and at me. "She leave that on her desk?" I inquired nonchalantly.

"Yeah…"

I could feel his disappointment. He wanted to be the hero and give her the forgotten item, but his chance was blown. "Ah well. I'll take it and store it in my desk. Finders keepers! Errr, I mean I'll return it in class tomorrow," I said with a wink.

"Okay, sure," he handed it to me and walked out of the room, still showing an air of dejection. 'Poor guy,' I thought to myself. Then I looked down at the camera in my hand and almost chuckled. I have it worse than he does. Poor *me!*

At the end of the day, I quietly took it out of my desk drawer and stuffed it into the bottom of my own bag. I had this odd sensation that I was getting away with something, even though nobody could possibly know. Still, I felt a sort of connection with Autumn right then… Like, we did it! Maybe it was silly. Oh well.

When I got home, I took the camera out and familiarized myself with its controls. Then I held it out and tried taking a picture of myself. After the flash, I pulled it back and looked into the screen. My head was way off center and you could barely see my chin, but there was an excellent view of the wall behind me. I guess I need more practice.

This awkwardness continued for the next fifteen or twenty minutes as I learned how to aim the damn thing at myself, or use the mirror without obscuring the entire picture with a flash. If this didn't make me feel awkward enough, it was even worse when I actually took my shirt off to get a picture of my chest and stomach.

It was at this moment that I was keenly aware how vulnerable I was to Autumn. Here I was, half naked in my bathroom, trying my best to get a good picture of myself for her. And the whole time, my biggest concern was just that… getting a good picture. It wasn't the deep shit I would get in if caught by the school. Or the fact that I was making these images for a girl other than my girlfriend… Let alone the fact that the girl in question was a teenager.

After some effort, I settled on a few shots that were pretty good. Or at least I figured they were good enough. I probably would have gotten online soon after that, but Heather called. She wanted to chat and see how I was doing, what I was up to. Oh you know, snapping some body shots for one of my students. Nothing too exciting. I felt bad because I didn't really know what to talk to her about. Not for any fault of her own, but my mind was just someplace totally different. We didn't talk for too long because I had a lot of "grading" to do.

Autumn was already there when I got online.

TeacherPet: hey

Me: Howdy

TeacherPet: oh are you a cowboy now?

Me: Sorry

Me: what up home girl

TeacherPet: omg haha

TeacherPet: never say that again

TeacherPet: hehe

Me: So picky…

TeacherPet: maybe

TeacherPet: so how are you?

Me: Not bad

Me: I have some bad news though…

TeacherPet: oh?

Me: It looks like you forgot your camera in class…

TeacherPet: Oh no!!

TeacherPet: :P

Me: Don't worry, I'm holding onto it for you.

TeacherPet: aww

TeacherPet: you're the best

Me: Pretty much

TeacherPet: ha

TeacherPet: so did you use it?

Me: I did.

TeacherPet: whoo!

TeacherPet: do I get to see?

Me: Maybe

Me: I trust you're promising not to ruin my career…

TeacherPet: oh don't be paranoid

TeacherPet: look what I already sent you :P

TeacherPet: so there

Me: Just saying

TeacherPet: ok

TeacherPet: soo

TeacherPet: Gonna send?

Me: Yeah

Me: Emailing right now…

The last little holdout of apprehension I had about sending her just a few pictures melted away at her persistence and eagerness to see them. Now I was just anxious to see how she'd react… Which was in itself kind of absurd. I mean, it isn't like she doesn't see me almost every day. She'd been with me naked for fuck's sake. What am I so nervous about? Was I really that desperate for her approval?

TeacherPet: I like them

Me: You do?

TeacherPet: of course

TeacherPet: now I have something decent to look at when we talk online

TeacherPet: makes it easier to picture you

Me: Well good

TeacherPet: not quite as good as the real thing..

TeacherPet: but still ;)

Me: Ah…

Me: So which one do you have open?

TeacherPet: one with your face

TeacherPet: and no shirt

Me: I see

TeacherPet: which do you have open of me?

Me: Who said I had any open?

TeacherPet: oh

TeacherPet: well do you?

Me: Yeah

TeacherPet: :P

TeacherPet: so which one

Me: One with your face

Me: And no shirt

TeacherPet: LOL

TeacherPet: ok I think I know which that is

Me: Heh

TeacherPet: is that your fav?

Me: Oh, well, they're all my favorite.

TeacherPet: aww

I noticed the conversation began to slow down some, with more time passing before

she'd respond to me. At first I didn't want to make a deal out of it, but it seemed a little uncharacteristic of her, considering our previous conversations.

Me: You seem a little distracted.

TeacherPet: sorry

TeacherPet: ive been really busy lately

TeacherPet: talking with this guy

TeacherPet: and I was supposed to be working on this homework assignment

TeacherPet: where I finish this story

Me: Aha

Me: Well I'll let you do your work… Wouldn't want to cause you any grief

TeacherPet: no I like talking to you

TeacherPet: but I do have to get this done too

Me: Of course.

The familiar surge of blood between my legs focused my attention as I thought about what she could be writing. I assumed she had to be telling about what happened at Heather's house… At least, I know I hoped she was writing about that. God, what will she say? How things had changed in such little time. Before… I was petrified to read her work. Now I could hardly wait.

The evening went on fairly slowly, since we weren't talking so much. I found myself thinking it would be a good opportunity to log off before 3:00am for once and actually get some rest.

Me: Well, I think I'll be heading to bed here shortly

TeacherPet: oh ok

Me: Oh, by the way…

Me: You want to pick up the camera before class or after?

TeacherPet: umm

TeacherPet: how about you just keep it for now?

Me: Are you sure?

TeacherPet: Ya

TeacherPet: in case I think up any other pictures I want ;)

TeacherPet: or in case you want to take any others and send

TeacherPet: im sure you will have the opportunity to give it back another time ;)

Me: Heh

Me: Okay

A few more silent minutes passed.

Me: Well, have a good night!

TeacherPet: You too

TeacherPet: sorry that I was kinda quiet today

TeacherPet: BUT

TeacherPet: I think you will like the story

TeacherPet: well I hope anyway

TeacherPet: goodnight!

IX

The next day was more of the same: she didn't talk too much because she was busy with her schoolwork. Although she said there was more than just the English assignment, every time I asked what she was working on, she'd just say 'writing'. I wondered how much effort she had put into her previous chapters; if this last one was any exception or not. At any rate, I was looking forward to her handing it in on Wednesday more and more.

When the day came, I could hardly wait to have my students turn them in. Part of me was so excited that I considered collecting the papers at the start of class, rather than the end. Then, just maybe, I could sneak reading a few pages of hers while I gave them some other assignment to work on or discuss. I knew it was a terrible idea, and I refrained… If for no other reason than the fact that I was afraid of getting too turned on or flushed in front of everyone.

Anyway, you can imagine my utter distress when, once the bell rang to start class, there was a very peculiarly empty seat in the back of the room. Where the fuck is she? My mind raced at the possibilities of why she wouldn't show up for class today, but I was completely perplexed. Nothing made sense. I guess she could be sick, but she didn't mention feeling bad at all last night… My distraction was palpable.

I found myself getting upset. Upset that she wasn't there. Upset over my own frustration. How can I let this be affecting me so badly! My entire body was set in unease, simply because of her absence. It was fucking insane. I could not shake the feeling for the life of me. And shit, this was only for the first ten minutes. That's when she came into class late.

I felt relief pour through me as she quietly opened the door and slid in the room. Everybody looked over at her, and he cheeks burned pink. Her shoulders tensed and she mouthed an inaudible 'Sorry!' to the class as she made her way to her desk. I couldn't help but notice she was holding some papers in her hand.

"Looks like somebody scrambled to finish for today…" a voice in the middle of the classroom cracked. There were a couple low "Ooohs!" and chuckles.

Autumn's face clouded over. "Shut up- I had to print it in the library, and the stupid printer there sucks…" she dropped her backpack to the floor and found her way into her seat.