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By now, my cock was throbbing. My balls were starting to ache. I longed to be buried deep inside June’s pussy, to make her moan and writhe with pleasure.
“Okay,” I said. “You have a good night, June.”
“You too,” she said softly. I grinned. I might have been imagining it, but something told me that she was just as turned on as I was.
Oh, how I wanted to fuck her!
Chapter Four
June
Days passed and I didn’t hear anything from Mr. March. As much as it pained me to admit, Brett was doing much better in school and that meant I didn’t have any reason to interfere. Oh well, I thought one afternoon as I dismissed my class. That’s probably for the best. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough around him. No need to make a bigger idiot out of myself.
“June, I’m going to go,” Ruth said. “You okay to wrap things up on your own today?”
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said. “Thanks, Ruth. You’ve been a big help – I really appreciate it.”
I’d intended to leave school early that day – before four – but once Ruth was gone, I realized that I felt like working. I pulled my schoolbag up to my desk and shuffled through papers. Normally, I didn’t feel much motivation at the end of the day, so I decided to seize it and grade that week’s math quiz.
I was almost halfway through the papers when my door banged open. My heart leapt. Thomas! I thought irrationally. He’s come to talk to me about Brett!
But when I glanced up, I saw that a gorgeous redheaded woman was making her way through the desks. She wore a luscious fur coat, sunglasses perched on the top of her head, and her pointy features were perfectly made up. She was beautiful in the way that an older movie star is, the kind of woman who would play the “hot mom” in some stupid teen comedy. But she wasn’t smiling. Her face was a tight mask of anger.
“I need to speak to my son’s teacher,” she said, her nostrils flaring. “Can you call her in, please?”
I frowned. “Who is your son?”
“Brett March.”
I cringed. “I’m Brett’s teacher,” I said. “My name is June.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Marlene,” she said. “Marlene March.”
I bit my lip. “What can I do for you, Mrs. March?”
“I demand to know why my son has been acting out,” she said sharply. “Why aren’t you taking more of an effort to reign him in? Do you know that he’s barely even speaking to me about school anymore?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not really sure those two problems are relat—“
“Shut up,” Marlene growled. She put both hands on my desk and leaned close, glaring at me with her icy green eyes. “I demand you help him!”
“I’m trying,” I said quickly. “But Brett – your son – has been an incredible disturbance in class, and I can’t spend as much individual time with him as I should.”
“Why not?” Marlene’s voice was high and indignant. “This is supposed to be the best public school in the city!”
“It is,” I said. “But ma’am, I have over thirty students in my class. If one of them keeps acting out, I have to send them to the principal. I can’t just pause the education of twenty-nine other children because one of them is misbehaving!”
“You’re a bad teacher,” Marlene said. “My child is in school to learn, not to get pushed aside just because he’s acting out!”
“And he will learn, as soon as he can behave himself and control his anger,” I said firmly.
“You little bitch,” Marlene spat. “You don’t give two shits about these children!” She crossed her arms over her chest and tossed her red curls. “I should have you fired!”
A stab of cold fear pierced my belly and I shivered.
“Yeah, you don’t like that idea at all, do you,” Marlene growled. “But I think it’s only fair. You’re pushing my son to the side, I push you to the side.”
My lip began to quiver and I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.
