“I was about to walk away from the conversation when I heard Annie say something else, about how you and her went out on a few dates, which was crazy because she had also mentioned earlier that you used to be her teacher.”
“Leah, I-”
“Are teachers usually allowed to date their students?” I asked with a purposeful tone.
“Annie was in her late twenties when we dated,” he said defensively. “I hadn’t been her teacher in like ten years at that point, and I haven’t seen her in a couple of years now. Besides, our age gap wasn’t that extreme to begin with.” It seemed like he was trying to justify it more for himself than for me, and that gave me confidence to proceed forward.
“Still, the idea that you date former students and take recreational drugs…I don’t know, Mr. Garfield, sounds like something you probably don’t want floating around out there all that much. I’m not so sure the school board would appreciate hearing that. And you and your wife have got a new baby now too, don’t you? Probably not the most convenient time to lose your job.”
“Annie-I mean Leah! Leah…why are you doing this?” His hand was visibly shaking and his forehead had begun to sweat a little.
“Not to be a bitch, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I assured him. “It’s just that I need something from you. Something that I’m sure you are going to be very reluctant to give me, without all that aforementioned leverage, that is.”
Mr. Garfield looked on the verge of panic. “What could you possibly want from me?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “You already have a solid A in my class. You can’t possibly think that, as a teacher with a new baby, I have money that you can blackmail me for. What do you want, Leah?”
I smiled and looked him straight in the eyes. “I want you to give me my first orgasm, Mr. Garfield,” I said simply.
“What!?” he shouted.
“Not so loud, Mr. Garfield!” I said in a hushed tone.
“Why on earth do you think that I’d ever do anything sexual with you, Leah?” he said, lowering his volume. “You’re my student! And if that’s not enough of a reason, you’re not even at a legal age to consent to sex.”
“Not true!” I corrected. “I turned eighteen today. Check it on your computer!”
Mr. Garfield clicked around on his computer, and I watched as a list of student’s names came up. He clicked on mine, and the next screen displayed what appeared to be a basic information page about me. My address, home phone number, etc., and of course, my birthday.
“Okay, so you’re eighteen,” he said. “Big deal. You’re still my student, and I would still get fired if I did anything with you. Hell, I’m not super stoked about the idea of someone walking in here and seeing you sitting on my desk like that as it is.”
“Ah, right!” I exclaimed as I hopped off his desk, walked over to his classroom door, and turned the lock. “Now, just as long as nobody outside randomly walks by one of your windows and looks in, which they certainly won’t, we won’t be seen or bothered!”
“Wait…you’re talking about doing this here and now!?” he replied nervously as I sat back on my spot on his desk.
“Of course!”
“Leah, there’s no way I’m going to do this.”
“Why not?” I pouted.
“I’m married, for one thing!”
“Yeah, but I’m just looking for a one time thing. Nobody, including your wife, would ever find out.”
“How about the fact that I would be fired if I did it?” he countered.
“Not true!” I retorted. “You’d only be fired if someone found out.”
“Like you wouldn’t go around telling people all about it,” he said skeptically. “Or worse, lying and saying that I forced myself on you or something.” He was starting to get a little testy, so I tried to find a way to alleviate his anxiety.
“Mr. Garfield, if I wanted you fired, I’d just tell people what I already know about you. You know, with the drugs and the former student and all. That’s not what I want. I promise you, all I want is you to go down on me and give me an orgasm. Annie said that you were really good at it.”
“Leah, I’m not-wait, she said that?”
“Yep!”
His expression changed for a moment, and he almost looked like he was about to smile before he snapped back into reality. “Nuh-uh,” he said. “No way, not gonna happen. And this leverage that you have over me…if Annie told your cousin, then the information is probably floating around out there anyway. It’s been two years since you heard that, you say? And I haven’t heard anything of it, so it sounds like no one really cares.”
“Or no one except me knows,” I corrected. “Annie was very clear to my cousin that she didn’t want her telling a soul. She said that even though you guys didn’t date anymore, that you were really sweet and she didn’t want you getting into any kind of trouble. So I’d say it’s not ‘floating around out there’, as you say. No one knows about it, Mr. Garfield, but I promise you that if you don’t give me what I’m asking for, people will start to hear about it real quick. And maybe if I tell them that you came on to me, they’ll start to see a pattern of very disturbing behavior.”
Mr. Garfield slumped his shoulders in a defeated way. “Leah…why the hell are you wanting me to do this?”
“It’s…complicated. Just know that I’m not doing this for myself. It’s for someone else.”
“You want me to help you achieve an orgasm as some sort of favor to someone else?”
I smiled and nodded fervently. “Exactly!”
“For who!?”
“Um, Mr. Garfield…don’t you mean for ‘whom’?” I corrected.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. “I can’t believe this is happening to me,” he groaned.
“I know! Pretty fortunate for you, right? I mean, how many older guys out there do you think would just kill to be in your position right now? An attractive barely legal teen offering up her virgin pussy to them…this really is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, Mr. Garfield.”
“Please don’t use the word ‘lifetime’ right now, Leah,” he whined. “Makes me think of the life sentence I might get for this. In fact…please don’t use like half of the words in that sentence right now.”
“Stop being so dramatic, Mr. Garfield! You aren’t going to prison, and you aren’t going to lose your job.” I stood up and went over to stand beside him, softly taking his hand in mine. “Everything’s gonna be fine,” I said soothingly. “Just do this one thing for me and all this anxiety will wash away from you.”
He looked at me with a face that was clearly contorted into a very troubled expression. I squeezed his hand and smiled, then turned and began clearing all of his items off of his desk. “You got a pillow or anything?” I asked once his desk was cleaned off. “That’s a pretty hard surface, and it’d be nice if I had something soft to lay my head on while you do your thing.”
Mr. Garfield moaned anxiously. “I don’t bring pillows to work, Leah,” he said, shaking his head. “Just…just use my jacket.” He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and handed it to me. It was a nice jacket, a suede-like material, and very thick.
“Why do you have such a thick jacket, Mr. Garfield?” I laughed, trying to lighten his mood a little and get him to relax. I folded it up nicely and laid it on his desk where my head would go.
“It’s just the jacket I keep in my room,” he replied glumly. “Sometimes it gets cold in the building.”
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