Under His Care - Love Under Lockdown

My daydreams are interrupted when he asks me to pass out some study packets to the class. I’m glad this is easy work because I haven’t learned everyone’s names or anything yet. After I make sure that everyone has a packet, I hurry back to my seat.

I see Mr. Winston nod, satisfied, and I want to blush again. I listen as he and the class take turns reading aloud from the packet. I assume it’s something they had studied the week before.

I enjoy listening to them; he was right about the students being well-behaved. Reading like this brings back more memories of my school days, but I enjoy this reading much more; every once in a while, Mr. Winston reads, or pauses to explain something in that sexy smooth voice of his.

Before I know it, our time together has flown by. I watch Mr. Winston write down and explain the homework on the board while the kids are grabbing their books and their backpacks. Soon, the bell rings and dismisses them. I watch them laugh and talk as they walk out of the room.

Mr. Winston sorts the papers on his desk. I start to gather my own belongings before looking at him.

“Did you need me for anything else, Mr. Winston?”

I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond. He looks up and shakes his head. I nod, collect my purse and other things, and walk to the door.

“Stacey?”

I pause. My heart skips a beat. I turn around to look at him.

“Yes?” I ask.

I’m worried that I did something wrong.

“I just wanted to tell you that you did a great job today. I know it was a relatively easy day, but I have never had an assistant who worked as quickly or efficiently as you.”

I’m shocked. I stand there blushing. Finally, I answer him.

“Thank you. I always wanted to be a teacher, so when I was in school, I used to help out as much as possible.” I feel so embarrassed now that I’ve said it.

He looks at me, impressed. “That’s good. That shows initiative. Well, have a good day,” he says, going back to grading papers.

“You too!” I say, turning and walking out of the classroom.

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I walk down the hall and outside. I can’t contain my excitement anymore, and I smile a big smile.

Chapter 2

Chris

The whole drive to the school, my mind is filled with thoughts of my new assistant, Stacey Mikhailov. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about her since I met her yesterday.

Naturally, I can’t let on that I was doing that, so I’m going to play it cool… Not only is she attractive, but she seems eager, reliable, like she really enjoys this job. I’d like to see if she can handle more responsibility in the classroom.

I’m not sure how to go about that, though. As I near the school, I stop thinking about her intellect and start thinking about her physical appearance again. She was dressed modestly yesterday, in slacks and a blouse. They fit her figure nicely, though, and when she moved around, they seemed to hug her curves. I’m curious to see what she’s wearing today.

However, I realize these are not the kind of thoughts I should be having. As I pull into the faculty parking lot and park my car, I force myself to think about the upcoming finals. We have a lot to do to prepare for them.

Now that my mind is back on work, I can’t think of anything else. I pause to have a cup of coffee in the teacher’s lounge, then stop by the front office to pick up a few memos.

“Looks like a couple more kids will be out sick,” I say to myself.

I shrug and put the memos away, thinking nothing of it. I walk down the hall, nodding in greeting to a few of the students that show up to school early. I’m happily surprised to see Stacey waiting outside the classroom door.

I think back to yesterday, how she had been dressed. Her blouse exposed some of her cleavage; it had been a nice distraction from the lesson I had been writing on the board. I try not to think about that. Things need to remain on a professional level between us. I unlock the door to the classroom.

“Good morning, Stacey,” I say, holding the door open for her.

“Good morning, Mr. Winston,” she replies as she walks in ahead of me. I do my best not to stare at her.

We both busy ourselves, putting our things down on our desks. Once my arms are free, I start digging through my piles of papers, finding the graded homework I had been looking for.

“Stacey?”

She turns and walks over to my desk.

“Yes, Mr. Winston?” she asks.

“Could you hand these papers back to the class, once we start?”