Sofie

The loneliest most convenient seat collected dust at the back of the classroom. Sofie entered the classroom eyeing that particular desk at the far back. The bell sounded as everyone gathered quietly shuffling through textbooks, notebooks and paper. Sofie claimed the desk before the other students settled into class. The shuffling stopped as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the hall. The door leisurely opened and in walked Mr. Delano casually dressed in a white polo and khaki slacks. Mr. Delano swept his hand through his thick black hair reading over the class syllabus for the day. He cleared his throat to make an announcement.

"As you know, today your literary critique papers are due. There are no revisions no extra credit for this assignment, so if you would like to take at least five minutes to look over what you have. Otherwise go ahead and turn it on my desk. No digital copies please." His last statement was directed at Sofie who was busy typing away on her netbook. Sofie suddenly looked up to watch Mr. Delano write the next objective on the board. Sofie eyed his broad shoulders and lean arms as he swiftly started to write the next assignment. In mid-sentence he dropped the chalk and turned to pick up the essays. One by one he thumbed the stacks of stapled papers checking for names. One more time he thumbed through and by the last paper he raised a brow. Sofie gulped as her stomach churned. A quick glance in her direction he strode through the rows of desk nearing to the back of the room. Sofie jerked her hands away from her netbook as he stood beside her.

"Where is your essay, Miss Sofie Marie Jackson?" He asked with her full name. The sound of her name rolling off his tongue sent a tingle down the small of her back. Sofie's hands burned forming sweat. His dark green eyes shifted focus to her netbook and he seized it.

"Stay afterwards," he said. It was more of a command than a statement. Everyone turned to witness the whole ordeal. Sofie hated being the center of the classroom. What the hell are you all looking at? Class began with a lecture about mundane literature followed by a writing assignment. Sofie refused to listen and write. All she wanted was to finish what she had started typing.

Time dragged as two hours seemed like four and the room gradually grew louder. A class discussion began while Sofie sat back internally amused. Whitney bumped her shoulder to get her attention.

"You didn't turn in your paper?" Obviously it was a stupid question, and Sofie never did like Whitney. Whitney was a dirty rumor spreading bitch. She was cute on the outside but downright cruel to the bone. The smile she put in was stained by coffee along with a few cavity destroyed teeth. Again cute on the outside and fucked up on the inside. Just, looking at her teeth made Sofie squeamish. Oddly enough she showed tough love to Sofie the two were not exactly neither friends nor enemies.

"Hell no, I can't write for shit," Sofie said.

"Yeah, right. The sexy shit you write about Mr. Delano you could put all that energy into writing these boring papers." She smacked on a piece of gum.

"What about you?"

"Yep. But I got cleaning duty so he's not expecting a perfect paper. I gotta tackle that damn break room and the teacher's lounge. Too bad you'll be in English again next year." Whitney kicked over Sofie's backpack spilling out the contents. Bitch. The bell beamed signaling the students to jump from their seats to rush at the door. The class cleared while Mr. Delano went back to reading through essays scanning them one by one carefully. Sofie froze at her desk waiting until he finished the last one.

"You can come up here now," he said not making any eye contact with her. Her steps timid and hesitant she walked slowly up to his desk.

"Do you honestly think you can pass my class with the effort you put forth?" He sternly asked awaiting a valid answer. Sofie chocked up as she spoke.

"No, but I can't write. I'm not that good at it." She chewed her bottom lip. Carefully she wiped the sweat from her hands onto her pleated skirt.

"You can't write? Yet you seem to be doing fine typing while I lecture. You never bother to show up when I am in the writing lab helping other students. You leave my class then show up more than five minutes later. Why do you show up to my class anyway?" Sofie's thoughts paused to contemplate an answer to that question.

"I don't know Mr. Delano. I just don't like this class." That was the best excuse that just came out of nowhere. It wasn't a well thought of excuse and Mr. Delano held a look of displeasure.

"There's plenty of things that I don't like in life but I deal with it. Say for example your efforts in my class," he said as he stood up with the netbook under his arm. "This right here is coming with me, and I will be contacting your parents to schedule a disciplinary meeting with them present and myself along with the dean." As Mr. Delano made his leave Sofie tugged at his starched white polo. A wrinkle set in and Mr. Delano was not thrilled. "Don't call them I can do better if..." Mr. Delano pulled away.

"Young lady, absolutely not. I'm not accepting this essay late. I have a lot to do and you are wasting my time. This distraction of yours is mine until I contact your parents for the meeting, you can get it back at that time," he said. Sofie felt as if she was going to boil over any second. She kept her hands beside her clenched into a fist.

"Why are you so mean to me?"

"You think I am mean? Try getting a job and dealing with upper management or attending a university. Then come back and tell me how I could be less mean." He left Sofie behind in the empty classroom. A small tear rolled down her cheek onto her white collard blouse. She chocked, sobbed, and sulked a bit before leaving the room.

Shit! Did I lock that damn thing?

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Stack after stack of papers piled onto one side of Mr. Delano's desk. He sipped on his fourth cup of coffee while reading through the last essay from another class. He marked a giant red F at the top of the page. Frustrated he placed it aside to grade another essay. The clock read 12:30 am as he stretched back in his study chair. The words on the page blurred. The caffeine hindered his efforts to push through another essay. For a quick second he glanced over at the netbook resting on his recliner. I can't write. Those words reverberated in his train of thought.

If you can't write then what are you writing about? The netbook felt like a feather, weightless and sleek in his hands.

Mr. Delano waited for it to boot up. The desktop was blank no icons, no taskbar just a migraine inducing wallpaper with blended pink and purple polka dots. The jump drive was settled in the USB port all brightly lit up waiting to be explored. Mr. Delano hit the start key and searched for the jump drive in the main folders. Up came the next screen with all the files sorted by the most recent date. He hesitated for just a moment before searching through the files. A folder labeled Mr. D English Class 1411. With a raised brow and a curiosity of a cat he opened a few of the word documents one by one. Some with unrecognized initials some familiar past assignments. Randomly, he chose the file with the current date. It took some time for it to load in Microsoft Word. A twenty page word documented loaded with a curled cursive font. He yawned and his eyes were stinging from lack of sleep. What the fuck is this? The first sentence swept away his attention and he dove into the world of Sofie's writing.

I want him to cease me by the hand when nobody is around. Lock the door, close the blinds and not make a sound. I want him to lay me down on his desk strip me bare to nothing. His body pressing against mine his hot breath in my ear. His soft hands touching me where nobody else has. He is all I can think of. Michael Delano my handsome, smart, well dressed English teacher. If only he can take me when I need it. My pussy slick, hot, and throbbing I can't focus in his class anymore. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom today for at least 20 minutes. I got scolded but I didn't care. I had to rub my clit. It was getting unbearably swollen I was soaking wet in my panties. Hopefully no one was around to hear me in the restroom. If I could have him I would love to cum on his dick, I want him as my first.

She can't be serious? Steadily he tapped on his desk with his mouth open. Other files sorted by date were listed. The temptation urged him to look for more.

Mr. Delano seems a little stressed today. I wish I could make his day easier. Maybe he needs my mouth on his dick. I wonder what it's like to give him a blow job? I would love to feel his hot cum going down as I swallow every last drop.

If he continued surely he felt as if his cock would explode. The thoughts conflicted whether this was right or wrong. It felt wrong but it was exciting to read what Sofie wrote about him. Mr. Delano didn't know if he felt flattered, offended or disgusted. Randomly he chose another file.

Today I was so sure he would notice what I wore. My favorite skirt and white blouse. I put on a little makeup just a little. It took a few hours to get the lengths of my hair pin straight. But did he notice? Perhaps not. I really want my English teacher I just don't know how to go about expressing that. Besides he could be married or engaged to some lucky girl. She is so lucky she just doesn't know it. If he is single maybe I have a chance. I doubt it. I have one more year to turn eighteen and that doesn't really mean a thing. I'm wondering about his age. He looks about thirty? It really doesn't matter he looks great.

Good guess. The clock read 1:30 am. As he retired to bed his mind drifted to Sofie.

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A prickly sensation tickled her hands. Small drops of sweat formed on her temples. Sofie's face heated turning a soft shade of red. My netbook. I can't remember locking the damn thing. A few more minutes passed the class had yet to assemble. Sofie tuned into the sound of footsteps in the hall. Each step made her heart prance around in her chest. The door knob turned and she swallowed a huge lump of air. In walked the gym coach Ms. Miranda. The tension in Sofie's shoulders relaxed. She released a deep sigh then slumped in her desk. Ms. Miranda started the announcements for the class and explained that Mr. Delano was out for a meeting. Sofie worried if that meeting was with her parents and the dean. It was strange since her parents seemed to be content when she arrived home yesterday. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred about a phone call from her teacher. She wondered if he read some of the material she wrote. That thought was scratched since she felt sure her netbook was locked. Just feeling a bit sleepy Sofie wanted a pick me up. The student break was open. She decided to head down there to grab caffeine. The smell of fresh roasted coffee left a scented trail just a few steps down the hall. Passing up the faculty longue Sofie halted. There sat her netbook on the table. The staff longue door was locked. One more time she attempted to open the door and failed. How can he leave my stuff like that out in the open? Nevermind I need coffee.

Upon entering the breakroom Mr. Delano relaxed himself in a lounge chair with a mug of hot coffee. Sofie stood at the entrance while she watched him sit back. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"I thought you were in a meeting?" She asked.

"I thought class ends in two hours, so why are you here in the breakroom?"

"Trying to shake off sleep," she said as her eyes shifted.

"For what? You refuse to write anything I assign to you," he took a small sip of coffee his gaze focused on Sofie at the entrance of the breakroom. "in fact you would rather write about fucking me."

Sofie's mouth opened without words. Her eyes widened.

"I'm sorry did I say something to surprise you?"

"Excuse me?" Sofie refuted.

"You heard correct. Shall I repeat myself? You would rather sit in the back of my class, and write about fucking me. Clear enough?"

A faint stutter of words left her lips. A huge lump formed in her throat. Any moment she felt as if her stomach would turn inside out.

"I'm sorry what was that Sofie?" He asked with sarcasm.

"That's not true... " It was almost a whisper as she spoke.

"Oh?" He reached for a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. Mr. Delano cleared his throat and started aloud.

"Mr. Delano seems a little stressed today," he started to read and he smirked in guilty enjoyment. "I wish I could make his day easier. Maybe he needs my mouth on his dick," he lowered his voice, "I wonder what it's like to give him a blow job? I would love to feel his hot cum going down as I swallow every last drop." Out of sheer panic she attempted to snatch her shameful smut from his reach. Mr. Delano jerked away then teased her with the paper as it dangled between his fingers.

"Give me that!" She demanded in protest.

"No. I don't get paid enough to deal with your bullshit. You are a lousy student." That stung her ego drastically. Sofie scrambled on top of Mr. Delano fighting to snatch it in her grips. The paper was tossed aside and landed to the other side of the break room. Mr. Delano shoved her causing her to fall on her behind. The floor cold, hard, and gritty skinned her knees. He picked up the paper and teased her with it. Sofie stayed down on the break room floor appalled at being pushed.

"You are making this difficult."

"And you are an asshole of a teacher!"

"You are causing a scene." He yanked her by one arm forcing her to stand up. The hotness of his breath blew into her ear as he spoke, "If you want all of this to go away meet me in the staff lounge."

TBC