Fuensalida

Chapter 21

For a week. For a whole week the bastard had known where her daughter was going and had not said a damn word. When she had confronted him about it he had shrugged and claimed he assumed she knew. How would she know? Was she not sitting there fretting when her daughter was coming home late? Was she not acting the part of concerned parent? Just to find out that Celeste had been going to a new self-defense class, that she had given him the money for, and then she headed out to the town library. An excuse to stay out later and have her mother worrying.

Celeste stepped down the hallway of the school, her goal already set in her mind. She did not know why she could not wait a while longer, she was sure that Celeste had not made a turn around, she was almost sure that she barely was making any sort of turnaround at all. Celeste was likely just avoiding home because that’s where they were.

She stepped up to the classroom and smiled her relief that he was still there, that golden head bent over papers. She reached up and knocked gently on the door.

“Yes?” he said, not bothering to look up. “It’s open.”

She smiled a little wider. Absent-minded professor, of course it was open. She stepped into his classroom and looked down at him with a smile she reserved specifically for him, something he would never know. “Good evening, Mr. Gibbs.”

She startled him, and enjoyed it. “Oh, good evening.” He dropped the papers onto his desk and turned to look at her, taking the classic woman in slowly. She was dressed as seductively as she had been the first time. He wondered how many students had seen her this time and lusted for her. “How can I help you?”

She moved over to his desk, her stride confident, even while she was feeling unsure of herself. “I was hoping you could tell me Celeste has improved immensely and I may stop worrying about her.”

Logan smiled up at her. “Well, stopping worrying would be a bad idea, but there has been considerable improvement.”

He could see Cassie’s surprise and was sad that something so simple would surprise her about her daughter. He wondered for a moment how well this woman really did know her daughter. “Really?” Cassie asked, fiddling with a pen on his desk. “Like what?”

“She’s raised her hands a few times,” he said, thinking back to the classroom and Celeste. He leaned back in his chair. “I caught her talking before and after class to fellow students. She might have even smiled once.”

Cassie’s utter relief was heartbreaking. “That’s great.”

“Yes, definitely cause for optimism,” Logan smiled, trying to keep this conversation as casual as possible. It would not do to have him lusting after his student’s married mother.

“I’m definitely feeling optimistic, and enthusiastic,” Cassie smiled.

“Oh?” he smiled at her, that smile still as infectious as the last time. “Have you noticed a change at home?”

Cassie frowned, even as she let out a snort of laughter. “Ha, funny. I never see my daughter.”

“That… doesn’t sound like cause for enthusiasm,” Logan said, frowning a bit. The obvious conclusion was that Celeste was faking it all for his sake, but he was not going to point that out to her mother. Not only did he not want to see Cassie frown, he wanted to give her hope. Perhaps he was wrong, it had happened before in his life. Perhaps Celeste was still angry with her parents but had seen the light.

“I’m enthusiastic if she is showing improvement here,” Cassie said. She knew her daughter enough to know she would be angry for as long as they allowed her to be that way.

“It’s a start,” he agreed.

“It is,” Cassie nodded. “If she needs to ignore me in turn so she can be normal, I will accept it… for a while.”

Logan smiled, glad to be on the same page as the beauty before him. “I understand.”

Cassie hesitated for a moment. “Thank you, Mr. Gibbs.”

“I don’t think I really did anything,” he said to her, though if it kept her there, leaning on his desk, even a little bit longer…

“You have kept me informed,” Cassie pointed out, a little bit more seriously than he had seen her acting since he first contacted her.

“It’s the least I could do,” he said, shifting in his chair.

“Why is that?” Cassie asked, her gaze falling on him, a warm gaze, just like the warm sound of her voice.

“Would be doing a poor job if I couldn’t do something that simple,” he said, putting false cheer into his voice. It worried him to see her this way.

She chuckled and then nodded. “Yes, of course.”

He furrowed his brow. “Was that funny?”

Cassie shook her head, trying not to hold on to the amused smile. “No, I’m sorry. But I can only assume she was having this problem with her other classes and no one there said a word.”

Logan frowned a bit more. “Yes, that’s probably true.”

Cassie smiled at him sweetly, losing her seriousness though her words still rang with it. “So your least is more than other peoples’.”

“Thank you,” Logan nodded, then added, “I think,” because he just was not sure if she was complimenting him or calling him out for caring a bit too much about his students. In a time where everyone was suspected of seducing their students, or vice versa, some parents did not like to see empathy or even enthusiasm from a teacher in one of the students.

“It’s a compliment,” Cassie reassured him.

“Then thank you,” he said again.

Cassie smiled and started to push away from the desk. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your stack of papers.”

“It’s all right,” he reassured her. “I was just skimming a bit. I won’t actually be grading them until the weekend.”

“Really?” She glanced back at the papers. “And what is the average grade in this classroom?”

Logan thought for a moment. “Well, I guess that… the average grade in your daughter’s class would be in the C+ range.”

Cassie looked taken aback. “Really?”

“Somewhere in that range,” he nodded. “Why? Were you expecting something vastly different?”

“Yes, I was,” she admitted.

“What were you expecting?”

“Higher,” she said without hesitation. At his questioning gaze she shrugged her shoulders and continued. “A private school that costs nearly as much as some colleges, I absolutely thought that grades would be higher.”

Logan chuckled and looked down at the papers. “Not quite the same as buying grades.”

“This is true,” Cassie agreed, “which at least I’m glad they aren’t doing.”

“Fortunately, good universities look at more than just a student’s GPA,” Logan said, shuffling papers a bit, needing something to do with his hands.

“That is also true.” The way he said it made him wonder if she was worrying about her daughter. She had the grades but not the attitude, or the extra-curricular activities.

“I’m still hoping that I get to bump up a few grades after reading these papers,” he patted the papers affectionately.

“And with your skim is it looking possible?”

Logan nodded. “Definitely possible.” He played with the edge of a paper. “Maybe it will bump the class up to C++; though they might kill me if I tried to teach programming in here.”

She laughed quietly, but like she truly enjoyed the joke. “Cute.”

“Thanks for humoring me for my lame joke,” he said, but he was smiling, enjoying her obviously rapt attention.

“I love your “lame” jokes,” she pointed out.

“Am I telling more of them than I’d realized?” he asked, but his smile never left his face.

Cassie tried to look embarrassed. “Oh, you didn’t mean… all of those to be jokes?” She brought her fingers to her lips and did a slight flush. It was suiting on the soft features. Logan shook his head, but he was grinning. She grinned from behind her fingers and abruptly changed the subject. “What’s my daughter’s grade?”

“It would not seem that her earlier difficulties hurt her in that department, and her change in stance have not affected her schoolwork.”

Cassie nodded, shifting and moving to his side of the desk to glance down at the papers. “What were the papers about?”

Logan could not help the direction his eyes moved in, straight to that perky cleavage. “Just essays on various forms of entertainment and media.”

Cassie moved the papers slightly and he only let her. He knew she was searching for a sign of her daughter’s name. This woman, who dressed like a teenager trying to seduce someone, was a contradiction. She wanted to be the good mother, but she wanted to be free of her shackles of family. She spotted the classic handwriting of her daughter and looked down at it lovingly. “What did she write about?”

“I haven’t made It that far yet,” Logan admitted. He had been distracted by a gorgeous woman.

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Like I said, I was just looking over a few of them before I headed home.”

Cassie turned away from his papers, leaning her ass against the edge of the desk. “Yes, but I don’t want to keep you from home.”

His eyes were glued to that indentation of desk digging into that perfect ass. “I didn’t have any major plans, so don’t feel rush on my account.” He kept watching and when she remained silent he asked, “Should I rush you?”

“No,” she insisted. “My daughter is gone and my husband is working late.”

He cleared his throat. “No plans, then?”

“None.” She said it in that way that had him looking up to her painted lips, watching the pucker and release.

“Then why were you rushing me?” he asked, still watching her.

Her tongue darted out and licked along her bottom lip, moistening it. “I’m not rushing you, I just don’t want to keep you.”

“Understandable,” Logan nodded gravely. “I’d get tired of my bad jokes as well.”

She smirked and it looked brilliant on her. “Not at all what I said.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Cassie moved, hopping up to sit on his desk facing him. “Absolutely.” She crossed those long luxurious legs of hers and he felt the need to slide further under the desk. He looked up at her and watched her grin before she shifted, turning slightly. “I guess I’m sitting on your papers.” She slid them out from under her, but his eyes were now glued once more to her ass.

“Did those papers really look that comfortable?”

“No,” she admitted, “your desk isn’t either.” She shifted again, another great view of her ass.

“Maybe that’s why you’re the first person I’ve ever seen sit on it,” Logan suggested.

Cassie looked doubtful. “No girls have sat on it as they tried to seduce you?”

Logan shook his head. “I’m pretty sure that I would remember that.”

“That doesn’t seem right,” Cassie said almost sadly for him.

Logan shrugged. “Why not?”

Cassie’s grin said it all. “You are too handsome for that. Someone should have at least tried to seduce you.”

Logan grinned and tried to pull it off casually. “Or maybe it’s a new desk.”

Cassie laughed and nodded. “Oh, so you were seduced by girls sitting on the other desk?”

Logan looked down at the desk, running a hand over it and towards her. “Not really.”

Cassie looked up, thoughtful for a moment, very aware of how close his hand was to her body. She was trying to silently will him to reach out to her. ‘Maybe they know your significant other would tear them to bits?”

Logan grinned a wolfish grin. “You think so?”

“That has to be it,” Cassie insisted. When he only chuckled she prodded him further. “Isn’t it?”

Logan could only grin at her. “I think you’re just have a bit of fun by seriously exaggerating my appeal.”

Cassie shook her head vehemently. “I don’t think so.”

“I do,” Logan said casually.

“Because there is no one special in your life?” She hoped.

“Little reason for anyone to crawl onto my desk in an attempt to seduce me,” Logan said, watching his fingers nearly touching her.

“You don’t think you are seduceable?” she asked.

“Meaning,” he hesitated, “someone could do it, or someone would try it?”

“Someone would try,” Cassie grinned. “There is always someone who could, just a matter of finding that particular person.”

“Probably better that it doesn’t happen,” Logan insisted. “Since I could get into all kinds of trouble if a student crawled over my desk at me.”

“What if a parent did?”

His heart stuttered. “Don’t really get a lot of parents in here.”

She smirked and wiggled herself on his desk. “I meant, like me.”

He smirked back. “Definitely aren’t many parents like you.”

“Why is that?”

He looked her over, taking all of her in. “Not many people look like you.”

She leaned back, letting him take her in, drinking in the curves and seducing lips. “And what does that mean?” she grinned.

Again Logan was glad he had slid further under the desk. “You already know what that means.”

“So you did notice,” she smiled, wiggling those perfectly red toes.

“Hard not to,” he admitted. “Anyone with a pulse can see it perfectly.”

Cassie slid across his desk, moving papers aside, her body brushing against his hand that he did not move out of the way fast enough before he had a feel of what that perfect ass really was made of: perfection. “How is your pulse rate now?”

He could not give her an answer, even as she shifted off of his desk, sliding down onto his lap, her legs thrown across him. His only movement was the stiffening of his muscles as he began to freeze. He was determined not to move but another aching part of him was more determined not to listen to him. He strained against his pants and inevitably against other parts of her body.

“How is your pulse now?” she asked him, her hand sliding over his chest.

“No comment,” he said quickly.

“None?” she asked. She turned, leaning her head on his shoulder, snuggling up and curling onto his lap. He once again tried hard not to move, basically holding his breath as he tried to force his whole body to listen to him one more time. He was failing miserably, and she knew it. “You need to breathe,” she whispered against his ear.

“What are you doing?” This time there was no holding back the hesitation in his voice, the shuddering need that shivered straight through.

“Sitting on your lap,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Why?” he embarrassedly squeaked out.

“You’re right,” she grinned and for the first time he dreaded the sight of that grin, “I’ll move.” She slid, right over the hardened cock, her body rubbing against it and the friction had him gasping loudly. She did not stop there, she continued to slide and move against him, not letting herself even play off that the movement had been an accident, now she was practically dry-humping his lap and he was letting her, holding back a growl of pleasure.

He reached down and gripped tightly to the arms of his chair. Cassie slowly slide off of his lap and he exhaled deeply, his eyes never leaving her. She stood up, her back to him, giving him a few moments to shift very uneasily, to try to rearrange himself.

After those few moments she whirled on him and gave him an ecstatic grin, their eyes locking on to one another. “Sorry,” she smiled, showing she absolutely was not sorry. “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know how you compare.”

His eyes went wide. “O..oh?”

“Yes,” she grinned. This time when she slid onto his lap he felt more than he should have, her legs moving to either side of him, her lack of panties evident even through his pants. “I think I’m impressed.”

He swallowed hard and she moved down, pressing her lips to his gently. He inhaled deeply, trembling against her lips. She kissed him harder, her lips moving over his. She felt him tense, all of him tense, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly again.

Logan had much more than a pulse problem going on now.

Cassie grinned, very aware. “But, I shouldn’t do this while it is still possible a student will appear.” She shifted and slid off of his lap for the last time that afternoon. He swallowed again and she could not hide the grin, her hands moving to straighten her skirt. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “But maybe soon anyway.”

He bit his lip and watched her walk to the door. He was not sure if it was with relief or a little reluctance he watched her open the door.

“I will talk to you soon, Mr. Gibbs.”

“Have… a good… evening,” he muttered quietly, unable to choke out any more than that.

“You too,” she said and blew him a kiss and watched with ecstasy as a blush colored his cheeks. It was the last thing she saw before exiting his classroom, and the perfect view of her ass was his last view of her.