The Student Teacher Blues
by Lubrican
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Chapter Five
She was almost to her car when someone hailed her. She turned to see a
man about her age approaching.
"You're Cecelia Carter, right?" he asked.
His eyes did what every other man's eyes did. They
danced up and down her body.
"Yes," she said.
"I'm Ted Masters," he said.
"I'm a new teacher here, too. I was talking to that
secretary woman in the office and asked about you."
"Mrs. Miller?"
"Is that her name? Anyway, I have an idea. It would be good
for both of us."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Well, I found an apartment, but it's a little
steep for a beginning teacher's salary. Two of us would make
it really workable, though, and I know you're staying with
your parents, so I thought I'd offer to be roommates with
you."
"Roommates?"
"Yeah, you know, share expenses and stuff."
"How do you know I'm staying with my parents right
now?" she asked.
"I told you. I asked about you. I saw you around and I needed
a roommate, so I asked around."
"Why did you think I'd need a roommate?"
she asked. This whole thing sounded weird.
"Actually, I hoped you would," he said glibly.
"And it turns out you do, so how about it?"
"I don't think so," she said, almost
carefully.
"Aww, come on," he said. "It would be
fun. We're both the same age, and probably have the same
interests. And most of the other teachers here are a lot older. It
could be a lot of fun. Besides, that way we don't have to go
through the dating thing. It's perfect."
"The dating thing?"
"Well," he smiled. "It is a one bedroom
apartment, after all."
"You want me to move in with you into a one bedroom
apartment," she said, her voice too steady. Unfortunately Ted
didn't notice how tight her voice had gotten. He thought he
was on a roll. He didn't even notice the car that rolled to a
stop behind him.
Cecelia looked past him to see Bob rolling down the window of his car.
"It's perfect!" Ted said. "We
both know the deal. This is the twenty-first century. I'm
clean, and I love condoms. We get to have all the sex we want and
neither one of us has to mess around with dating. I mean what if one of
us went to a bar and ended up going home with one of our
student's parents or something. This is hassle free
— guaranteed — no muss, no fuss, just super hot sex
and our own little place to get away from the world when we leave
school." He smiled brightly.
"You don't even know me!" she gasped. Bob
was just sitting there, listening.
"I know everything I need to," he said smugly.
"You were a cheerleader, and you're stuck back in
the same town you left to go to college. Everybody around here thinks
of you as cute little Cecelia or something. You don't even
have a boyfriend. Who are you going to date–old high school
friends? I'm here to solve your problem. I played a little
football in high school, so I know your type and you know mine. This is
perfect, I'm telling you. No complications. We have a good
time, get enough experience to get out of this one horse town into a
GOOD school district in a big city, and then the world is
ours!"
"Hey Cecelia!" said Bob loudly. Ted turned around.
Bob ignored him. "Do you think you could put your sex life on
hold until after the faculty meeting? We're going to be
late."
"What faculty meeting?" asked Ted, looking confused.
"The one for the summer school teachers," said Bob.
"I didn't hear about any faculty
meeting," complained Ted.
"You must have missed the memo. Cecelia?"
"I'm coming!" she said breathlessly.
"I'll get back to you," she said to Ted,
as she almost ran around the back of Bob's car and jumped in.
"Where is it?" wailed Ted. "I
can't miss my first faculty meeting!"
"You know where Barney's Bar-B-Q is, out on highway
sixteen?" asked Bob.
"No, I just got to town a week ago," Ted complained.
"Can't miss it," said Bob.
"Just get on sixteen and go west. Big neon sign in front of a
quaint little place. They're going to feed us there too, and
it's great eating." He started to drive off.
"Wait! Let me follow you!" wailed Ted.
"Don't want to be late!" yelled Bob out
his window. He accelerated, turned left at the corner and then took the
next left too. From there he turned up an alley and pulled into
somebody's back yard.
"What are you doing?" asked Cecelia breathlessly.
"Just call me Saint George," said Bob, smiling.
"We'll give the dragon time to get lost
and then I'll take you back to your car.
"What about the faculty meeting?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you swallowed that, too."
"Well..." She blinked as she realized
he'd just gotten her out of an awkward situation.
"Yes," she finished.
"I think I'll have a word with Horace about that
young man," said Bob.
"I still can't believe he said that," she
sighed. "That's TWICE I've been hit on
today!"
"Twice?"
"Some football player in the cafeteria thought I was a
senior. He and his friends were telling me what huge cocks they
had." She blushed and covered her mouth. "I
can't believe I said that! And I called him a little prick
too! Coach Nickerson had to come save me then, and you just saved me
from that...that...guy!" She started to sniffle.
Bob reached out and touched her shoulder.
"Take it easy," he said.
"You're just going through a transition period,
that's all."
"No I'm not!" she said angrily.
"Do you want to know why I don't have a
boyfriend?" she snapped. "Because all the men I met
in college were just like that. And now I'm OUT of college
and those men haven't changed one iota! Men are pigs. All
they think about is sex. The only man I interacted with today who
DIDN'T try to put a move on me was Coach Nickerson!"
"I didn't try to put a move on you," said
Bob.
"You asked me out for a drink," she argued.
"I offered you a beer at my house, too," said Bob.
"That doesn't mean I'm putting a move on
you."
Cecelia's emotions were already at a fever pitch. She
couldn't deal with all the things that were rushing through
her mind, among them the fact that the man she still had an unwilling
crush on DIDN'T want to put a move on her.
"So you're not interested in me at all?"
she blurted.
Bob had been around women who acted like this. They were impossible to
understand, and it was likely that no matter what you said, it would be
the wrong thing. But he had to work with this girl. She was acting like
a girl, so he thought of her that way. He tried to think of a way to
lift her up a little, without getting her even more riled up. That
necessitated ignoring her actual question.
"Cecelia, you're very attractive to men,"
he said. "You have to know that. You're drop dead
gorgeous, and young and full of life. The biological imperative drives
men toward you. But that doesn't mean you have to give up
men. You just have to stick to your standards and let them know when
you're available and not, that's all."
"I'm NOT available!" she shouted.
"MEN ARE PIGS!"
"Cecelia," he pleaded. "Don't
let them get to you like this. Don't give up on all men just
because a few of us are jerks."
"I might not feel this way if I ever met one who
wasn't a jerk," she moaned. At the same time she
thought about how she should be telling Bob HE wasn't a jerk.
He tried for a little humor. "So...you're
rethinking your stance on lesbianism?" He smiled to let her
know it was just a joke, but her response was completely serious.
"Oh, I know I'm not a lesbian," she said quite seriously, thinking
about how she felt about this man.
"And how does one know that?" he asked, still joking around.
"One just knows," she said calmly. "Have you ever been attracted to a
man?"
He realized she was serious and the grin faded from his face. Suddenly
there was nothing girlish about her. It made him nervous, for some
reason that she'd ask him that question seriously.
"No," he said.
"Then you understand how one can know."
"Look," he said. "I'm sorry. I was just joking around."
"I know, but sometimes emotions aren't something to joke
about." She smiled. "I've had a hard
day."
"Sounds like it," he agreed. "What seems
strange about that is that you spent most of it with me. Now
I'm feeling a little guilty for some reason."
"Well don't," she said. "I
should have included you with Coach in the list of men who
didn't hit on me."
"I forgive you," he said grinning.
"But I'm not drop dead gorgeous," she
said.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes...you ARE."
"Why are you telling me this?" She seemed quite
serious.
"Because you need to know there are men who appreciate your
obvious physical attributes who won't slaver all over you
like Ted back there."
Cecelia felt like there were butterflies in her stomach, and ants
crawling all over her nipples. She barely stopped herself from reaching
up to squeeze them. He was so obviously serious as he said such
wonderful things. He wasn't pawing her, but she knew he found
her at least attractive. She didn't know what to do about
that, and she felt helpless. He was, in a way, proving that what he
said was true, and that was a world she wasn't sure she would
be able to cope with. She felt shaky and wished she could just go to
sleep and ignore the world.
"Is the offer for that drink still good?" she asked
suddenly.
"It could be," he said.
"Could be?"
"How about we eat something too," he suggested.
"And that doesn't elevate it to a date. We both
have to eat, you know."
"Dutch treat?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. He didn't have a lot of
extra money anyway.
"You're on," she said. Somehow she felt
better already. She giggled. "But not at Barney's
Bar-B-Q," she said.
"Oh no," said Bob firmly. "Never there.
Have no fear of that."
It occurred to her that she'd never heard of
Barney's Bar-B-Q. She said as much.
"Don't tell me you sent him on a wild goose
chase," she said.
"No, it exists. It's been there for a couple of
years now."
"So why never there?" she asked.
"It's a gay biker bar," he said, smiling
grimly.
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