My Daughter’s Class Teacher

by Kathleen Sloan

  “You were joking, right?” I asked and looked searchingly around but didn’t see any CCTV, “I’m glad that there is no camera here. Can I have your number?”

  “No,” she said and started leaving until she got to the door and held the knob, flashing back her sexy smile to me one more time, “thanks for coming to…”

  “All thanks to you for being a mother to my daughter,” I said as I remained grimaced trying to make her understand that she’d have given me her phone number.

  “I’m doing my duty and that I’ll continue doing,” she mouthed and left immediately, leaving me thinking about how lovely she’d be when my hands encircle her hips.

  I couldn’t imagine how sweet and tasty her lips would be, making my heart and body to yearn for her attention even for a second. It was really wonderful meeting such a pretty damsel that stole my entire attention, making me wish that other women were just jokers while she was the only real sexy queen.

  CHAPTER 2

  **My efforts to have her attention**

  The thoughts of having Tessie’s attention got me so occupied. I never stopped thinking about her sexy smiles and charming looks that got me enchanted. Meeting her conjured a special feeling that made me lazy whenever I start thinking about her. The sexiness of her entire outlook created a multiplier effect of love and lust in me.

  I tried my best to remain calm and coordinated without being eaten up by the thoughts of Tessie, but the more I tried, the more I wanted to visit my daughter’s school again and again. I spent my time thinking about the best strategy to use to get her attention. I didn’t just know what to do or say to make her know that I wasn’t just feeling like fucking her but felt like making her, my woman. Even if I wasn’t nursing any serious feeling for her, the fact that she already took my daughter’s entire attention made her qualified to be that girl I want to have around her always. The logic is that Tessie couldn’t be around Amanda always without being around me too; therefore, I need her, by all means to make us happy and complete.

  I began my strategies by talking with little Amanda all the time to know if her class teacher talks about me at all. Amanda made me realize that she always asks her about me but never sends her regards to me. I was happy at least but whenever I want to engage her in a more talk, the innocence of her age would always turn everything to play and jokes.

  One evening when Amanda was playing with Jessica, I broke the rule of privacy by sneaking into her room. I went to her phone and collected it because I knew that she’d always be in communication with Tessie, even though I never saw Amanda talking to her on the phone. I took my time and went through her phone contact list, searching for “Miss Tessie,” but couldn’t find it. I scanned through the contacts again and again until I saw a contact saved with “School Mom,” I wasn’t sure who the mom could be but I knew that if anyone could be qualified to have such name, it would be Tessie. I quickly dialed the number and waited.

  After the second beep, I heard a sweet voice from the other side of the telephone as she said: “my lovely angel, hope you’ve done your homework today,” I didn’t talk but remained calm. Her sexy voice made me continue listening instead of responding, “What’s that again? I hope that daddy didn’t leave you again as you always complain. Talk to me if you’re listening.”

  I still didn’t talk especially realizing that my daughter had reported my constant absence to her.

  After a while of not hearing from my daughter, she then waited for a couple of seconds before hanging up. After a couple of seconds, she called back but I didn’t take the call, instead, I used my own phone to dial her number.

  When she took the call, I didn’t wait for her to be the first to talk, and then I said: “Your daughter’s dad speaking…This is Brian Newman,”

  “Oh, Sir,” she said with cheers, “so you were the one that used her phone to call me right?”

  “Yes…Yes, I was,” I said stutteringly, I accepting without lies, “I couldn’t talk because I felt sad,” I muttered.

  “Sad about what?” The curiosity of her voice bellowed in my ears.

  “Yes, I was, because I never knew how it hurts my daughter whenever I wasn’t there for her. I truly never knew that she complains to you all these while.”

  She took a deep breath. I could feel the warmth of her breath on the telephone as the sound of her exhaled air tickled my ears. She heaved a sigh and chuckled gently. “If I’d known that she wasn’t the one on the phone, I wouldn’t have blabbed.”

  “I am happy you did that because I wouldn’t have known that my fault had been tabled in your law court if you didn’t say it.”

  After a while of silence, she smiled and said: “She loves you a lot but you should not allow your attention to women and basketball to steal away your parental responsibility.”

  I felt busted at that time because I never knew how my daughter got to know about my involvement with women. I was always being careful around her, but children can be so smart, even though they always seem puerile and jejune, hiding their smartness under the carpet of innocence.

  “I don’t understand that,” I said feigning being ignorant of her insinuations just to make her say more.

  “She has complained about that too, saying that women take your attention from her.”

  Tears stormed my eyes immediately because I suddenly began to feel bad about how much I’d hurt my little angel, even for her not to feel free to confide in me anymore. I felt ashamed as a father because I never knew how to make Tessie and Amanda understand that I was willing to change for both of them.

  I suddenly hung the call.

  I sank in the oblivion of ruefulness, feeling as if I just lost my daughter who never complained to me about women but kept doing that to her teacher. I guess I finally discovered what had been affecting her psychology in school, making her perform badly previously.

  Tessie kept calling me back on the phone but I didn’t take the call. I felt that I just created a harder way for myself around her, making it harder for me to get her attention. If she was willing to give me her attention in exchange for my total change in life, I wouldn’t mind.

  After missing her calls for three times, I got a beep, alerting me to a text message that breezed into my android phone.

  I took it and checked out the message which read: “I know that you feel bad about this, but the truth always lies on the lips of children, the insane and the drunk. Fortunately, your daughter belongs to the first group; therefore you can’t stop her from speaking out of the abundance of her heart.”

  Even though I was ashamed to talk, I wasn’t too ashamed to type, so I replied saying: “I don’t have to deny anything because all she said was right,” I sent the message immediately.

  A replied from her came back to me in a couple of seconds as if she was eager to perpetuate the text messaging with me. She wrote: “all she said was right or was it not?”

  I didn’t know how to make her understand that I wasn’t going to fuck any other girl anymore as I suddenly resolved. The truth is that I was jittery to type because I wasn’t even sure if I’d stop fucking those girls that disturb me. Being a star comes with a price, and I was paying mine.

  I decided to come out clean, even if it makes me lose my chances with her. I replied saying: “Well, my last womanizing tendency made itself evident four days back, but I want to change for both of you. I don’t know if I can, but I’ll try,” I sent the message immediately.

  Feelings of total sadness and darkness overtook me, making me eat the bread of solitude and regret. I was bathed in thoughts but none gave me a solution I craved. As I was thinking and waiting, I got her reply:

  “I’m so happy for your sincerity, and I’m not against you having affairs with women because it’s a common lifestyle for celebrities, but at least, remember to always give your attention to your daughter. Also, don’t ever let her know that you jump around from one skirt to the other. Amid that advice, it’s still okay to jump, but make it incognito to
her knowledge.”

  That statement sounded so direct and true. I couldn’t understand if it was an irony or she was truly encouraging me to keep fucking. My hand shivered as I tried to type a reply because I had to be very careful so that I wouldn’t say what would make her angry. After a while, I typed: “You could be right, but I don’t want any of those anymore. I love you but I know that I can’t have you. I’ve already blocked my chances around you and nothing is going to change that. Just keep being a good mother to my daughter while I work on my parental role to be a better dad. Thanks for your time.”

  After sending that message, I switched off my phone and put it under my pillow. After a while of emotional disturbance and meditation, I got up from the bed and went to the bar and started drinking, at least to find solace in alcohol that could make me sleep.

  I quietly went to Amanda’s room, still having my glass of wine with me, and met her sleeping soundly. I remained calm and watching, with tears in my eyes. I smiled faintly and went back to the bar. Even though I was forced to smoke, I decided not to, because my daughter warned me to quit smoking. I continued drinking until I began to feel tipsy. I went to bed and slept off.

  CHAPTER 3

  **A date with Tessie**

  In the morning, when I switched on my phone, I was greeted with numerous text messages from Tessie. She was really concerned, even warned me not to drink in one of her text messages, but that had been done already. It was then that I knew how intelligent and smart my daughter was. She knew all about me, even to have informed Tessie that I drink and smoke whenever I feel so bad.

  I was surprised that Tessie’s messages were all friendly and advisory; none was accusative. The most interesting was the one that invited me to a hangout in the evening. She was concerned but I wasn’t sure if it was a mere concern for a friend or there was some affection attached to it. I was so happy that I could have her attention. Sometimes misfortunes take place in our lives to our advantage.

  Taking my phone, I simply replied: “8 pm is okay if you’re okay with it. Coming to your house when it’s time,” I sent the message and leaped with joy because I just got her attention on a platter of gold.

  She didn’t reply my message but I knew that I already knew that I’ve got a date fixed.

  As I waited for 8 pm of that very day, the day seemed so slow. The arrival of sunset became so hard and time-consuming, keeping me restive and expectant. The wall clock suddenly became my enemy because its ticking movement was apparently slow. I watched the hands of the clock as it ticked, making the day seem longer. I grew more impatient, but gleeful until it was around 7 pm.

  That day was the first day I had to use one of my most expensive and best cars. I’d always kept my Lamborghini Centenario for a special occasion, and that day was exactly the day that was best suited for it.

  To match the black color of my sweet car, I wore a very sexy body-hugging black leather suit, matched with cool Gucci shoes. The sweet lilac white shirt flattered my suit making me look so stunning. I admired myself in the mirror; my outstanding tallness, my macho and my abs made me proud.

  I hopped into my sweet ride, switched on the engine, admired the interior designs one more time and zoomed off into the streets. It didn’t take me much time to arrive at her street. I parked in front of her house and took my phone to let her know that I was around but she suddenly came out from the simple but sweet bungalow. From the staircase, she waved at me. I got off the car sharply and went to meet her.

  I was flabbergasted when I saw her in that sexy velvet figure-revealing prom gown, making her look like the sexiest and prettiest girl in the world.

  Majestically, the stunning girl came down as her floor-length gown swept the floor as she walked with sedate steps.

  Getting closer to her, I offered my hand and she placed hers on it while I led her to the car. I opened the door for her and smiled.

  “Thanks for this day…It’s all about you,” she muttered smilingly.

  “You’re most welcome,” I responded, even though I didn’t understand what she meant by it was all about me. I didn’t have to start asking questions yet but will surely do later because my curiosity was already prodded.

  “Oh my….” She said and held her breath as she admired my car. From the look and expression on her face, it was obvious to me that she couldn’t hide her astonishment. “Your car is just…superb,”

  “It’s all about you,” I said and smiled.

  “All about me?” She murmured and entered the car. The air conditioner bid her welcome as she entered and rested her head on the headrest.

  I closed the door for her and entered, and then drove into the streets gradually, making sure that the sweet blues in my car played silently as it melted her heart. I navigated along the streets thinking of what lay ahead of us.

  I took her to a ‘The Eclipse’ beautiful garden; cool, calm, and lovely for couples. She was really happy; though not too free with me. I offered her a seat by the fountain, decorated with multicolor lights.

  We remained silent while I waited for her to talk or tell me why she wanted to see me but she didn’t talk. I knew I had to talk first, so I cleared my throat and pulled her closer to me, and then whispered: “It’s all about me. You said it earlier and I didn’t understand that. Can you clear the air now, please?”

  She smiled softly, and then slowly pulled her hand from my grip. She was just being conservative. “Before I entered your beautiful car, you said that it was all about me too. That makes us even, canceling our doubts so no need for us to explain to each other why we said that.”

  “I knew she was curious too, leading to my question: “I am sure that you’re as curious as I am. Do you doubt it?”

  “Well, it’s true but you can answer mine,” she said admittedly and smiled.

  “Ok, fine. But I asked first, and it’s usually ladies first,” I was trying to be logical and it worked for me.

  “Today’s meeting is all about you because the last time I checked, you were the one who needs to be talked out of the syndrome of fame, and not me.”

  “Hmm, now I get it,” I said smilingly and drew closer again to her. She didn’t have to shift further; otherwise, she may fall off from the seat.

  “So what’s all about me?” she asked looking so curious and interested to hear me out.

  “Well, there is nothing much other than letting you know that it was because of you that I used my special car today. This is my first time of using it, just to impress you and let you know how much I value your friendship and this meeting.”

  She was very happy that I held her in high esteem but she wasn’t too sure of my sincerity. She shook her head and rolled her eyes while crossing her legs. “I feel so flattered right now,” she appreciated, “but why did you go this far…”

  “I got this far to impress you right because you deserve it, and even more,” I answered unequivocally, “well, it’s because I love you, starting from the first time I set my eyes on you.”

  She laughed aloud thinking that I wasn’t being serious about my confession. “I think that you’re a real player,” she said sounding regrettable. “I guess you just entered the wrong boat because I’m not the kind of girl that you impress with wealth and speeches. I don’t fall for such and will never do. Try harder because talk is cheap.”

  I knew that I wasn’t trying to entice her but couldn’t find a way to make her feel how sincere I was. I was just at my wit's end but couldn’t think of what to say.

  After a while, I said: “I want to be your best friend. Let’s keep sex aside. I’ll pass and I mean it. In fact, let there be no sex between us. I’ll ensure that I get you impressed. I won’t even come between you and your boyfriend. Just be that good teacher to my daughter that’s all that I need.”

  She looked surprised. I wasn’t even sure of what I said but a part of my conscience was being resolute about it. I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t serious about that promise but I never succeeded with that
. I couldn’t imagine that I was falling seriously for her but I really was and couldn’t stop myself from that.

  “I’m speechless and must confess that you almost got me with those romantic promises but you didn’t.”

  Why was she the stubborn one, amid my sincerity, or supposed sincerity? I couldn’t figure on any other strategy I could use to get her humped other than being sincere which didn’t even work.

  “Well, the truth is that I’ve lived my life in front of the camera and attracted much fame that makes me sometimes feel like a demigod, but since I set my eyes on you, I became unwittingly submissive and humble. I don’t usually treat ladies like queens, which was the reason why I lost my wife. I’d have tolerated her excesses but I couldn’t. She was really the woman with a bad character but I was too intolerant to cope, hence the end to my ten years marriage.”

  At this point, I was pale and really sad, making my eyes red but I fought those tears from my eyes and none dropped. After a while, she drew closer to me and cuddled me. The coldness of her arms created such comfort that I couldn’t imagine. It was as if her hands pulled an invisible hand of passion that tore through me, making me feel so horny, but I had to control it so that she wouldn’t think that I was exactly the womanizer she thought I was.

  I relaxed in her arms as she caressed my shoulder, but the more she held me, the more I felt horny. I wished that the handshake could blossom into an embrace or something more intimate.

  “I was once married too but lost my marriage a night after my wedding, the supposed honeymoon. I couldn’t imagine that the chief bridesmaid who was supposed to be my hubby’s cousin was an incestuous partner to him. They fucked right there on my matrimonial bed when I was supposed to be out with my mother. I never knew that they’ve been secret lovers even before I met my husband. It was more heartbreaking because I caught them in the act. I met them fucking; with his cock deep inside her cunt while her legs remained widespread. I was heartsick, making me hate men from that very day on. I left Wales for America that very night with redeye and vowed never to return back. No one knows my location till now, not even my twin sister.”