“Okay everyone, it’s time to clean up and get ready for Reading Circle!” Big innocent eyes looked up at me, some even begging for more playtime, but we only had an hour left and I wanted to make sure that they got their reading time in. This was my first year as a teacher at St. Teresa’s Catholic School. It was one of the best private school’s to work for in New York City. When I had gotten the call, I nearly cried with joy. It was a dream job, offered to a twenty-two-year old graduate who barely had any experience under her belt. But working in the city and my volunteer work in the children’s hospital had gotten me some of the best recommendations a teacher could ask for. I had always wanted to be a grade school teacher, ever since I could remember. My sister called me the child whisperer since I was the only one that was able to quiet down my two nephews. What can I say? It’s most definitely a gift. In college, I gave up the parties and even let my relationship fail for my career. It meant everything to me. When Dr. Rollins told me she wanted to give me a recommendation letter I was ecstatic. The best child psychologist in the city wanted to help me and I was unbelievably grateful. As soon as I graduated I had received three job offers, but the one I truly wanted was St. Teresa’s. It was here that I had grown up and it was here that I wanted to make a change. I was now well on my way through my first Fall semester as a Kindergarten teacher. It was late October and I was still getting the hang of the school’s routines as well as the curriculum. Cassidy Garrison, the school’s Principal, would constantly pop her head in, wanting to know how the children were doing and asked them what they had learned that day. I became a nervous wreck every time she appeared, but when the children answered her questions eagerly I felt relief and pride that they had learned something I had taught them. I still hadn’t met all the parents, but there was a meeting coming up where
Principal Garrison wanted to introduce all the new teachers and the new curriculum for the year. I was looking forward to having that chance to meet my kids’ parents and find out what they’re expectations for me were. “Miss Ana?” Laura Reed, a pretty little four-year-old, pulled on the edge of my skirt and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. I had to admit, I had a soft spot for the little girl. She wasn’t like the other children, and she tended to be on her own for most of the day. I was trying to bring her out of her shell, slowly. “Yes, Laura.” I crouched down to her level. “My daddy’s picking me up today.” “Your, Daddy?” She always talked about her father, but I had never met the man. According to Principal Garrison, Laura’s father would pick his daughter up every other week. Apparently he spent most of his time in his beach home in Daytona. It didn’t seem like Principal Garrison held him in any high regard by the way she spoke of him. Almost like he had neglected his daughter and his family for fame and glory as she so nicely put it. Unfortunately, when he did get into the city, he’d always send his driver to pick her up, but maybe this once I’d finally get to meet him. “Yes. Daddy said he was coming to get me this time.” I smiled and fixed her mess of bangs that had matted to her forehead. “I’m glad, sweetie.” She leaned in and whispered. “He’s really handsome.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. “Really?” She nodded quickly. “Uh-huh. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, he always looks so sad.” She pouted a little and looked down at her feet. I tilted my head and mimicked her pout. “Well, maybe he’s just tired from working so hard. I’m sure he’s not sad.” She shrugged. “That’s what mommy always says. She said he was too sad and alone. She said he was path…path..tetic.” I raised an eyebrow, not really liking what I was hearing. I hated when parents put their children in the middle of their relationships. “You know what?”
“What?” she answered excitedly. “How about we cheer Daddy up?” She clapped her hands and jumped up and down. “Yes! How?” “Let’s draw him a picture!” She giggled again and jumped up and down. “Go get the colors and you can draw him something he loves.” “He loves cars. He’s a race car driver.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Oh wow! That sounds exciting. Let’s go draw him a car then.” “Can I make it pink?” she asked innocently. I laughed. “You can make it any color you want. And just like that, my plans had changed. I took out the crayons and pieces of colored paper. I told the children that they were going to draw their parents favorite thing to do, and as they sat down and started to color, I read them a story. An hour later, as parents lined up to pick up their child, I felt a tug on my hand. Looking down, Laura looked up at me expectantly. I crouched down once again and smiled down at her. I wondered if her father had actually shown up for her this time. I hated to see my kids disappointed. “Yes, Laura.” “Daddy’s here!” she whispered excitedly. “Okay.” I looked around, but didn’t see any one. “Where is he?” “Right here.” The deep rumble of the man’s voice spread unexpected warmth down my body. I was still crouched down as I slowly turned towards him. My eyes came across an expensive pair of shiny black shoes. They traveled up the length of his charcoal, pin striped pants, which were neatly pressed and continued to trace the seam of the pants. My eyes widened in shock and arousal at the outline of his bulge stretched along the side of his thigh. I closed my eyes momentarily, before I continued my journey up this man’s large expanse of a body. I tilted my head up and my eyes caught a glimpse of tanned skin through the undone buttons of his crisp white shirt. My held my breath as I took in his broad shoulders and the hard line of his square jaw. I lingered on his thick lips. They had a deep dip along the top curve of his mouth which sent an urge through me to trace it with my tongue. The angled curve of his nose led me to the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He was staring down at me, with a cocky smirk on his lips and then he winked, snapping me back to reality. I looked down, hiding my face from him for the moment. I could feel the deep blush heat my cheeks as I slowly stood up, making sure to run a hand down my skirt. When I looked up at him, his eyes were now taking me in, following the same path I had traced on him. His eyes swept up my bare legs, glided up the billowy blue skirt of my halter dress, traced my waistline until he stopped at my breasts where I could feel the tips of my nipples harden under his scrutiny. The dress was conservative, but it still managed to squeeze my breasts together, enough to produce a little bit of cleavage which I thought I had covered with a white cardigan. Looking down, I realized my sweater had come undone. My breath hitched as his eyes lingered on my bare skin and I could feel the blush of my cheeks travel to the tops of my breasts. He licked his lips and then he took his time as his eyes traveled up my neck, outlined my lips and stopped at my eyes, where he winked at me again.
“Daddy!” Laura squealed and his eyes left mine, only to glimmer with happiness at the sight of his little girl. She leapt into his arms and he hugged her tightly. “Hi, baby!” He laughed, and the sound made my insides flutter. His face changed completely to that of a loving father. He appeared almost child-like as he talked to Laura. “Daddy, this is my teacher, Miss Ana.” He put Laura down and finally gave me his full attention. “Miss Ana, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His lips seductively lingered on the word, as he reached his hand out to me. Tentatively, I slipped my hand in his and his long fingers engulfed me in his warmth. What was supposed to be a simple handshake became so much more as his touch sent tingles up my arm. That deep heated touch continued to seep into my body and I fought the urge to shudder from the pleasure of it. “Mr. Reed, the pleasure is all mine.” My voice came out as a husky whisper, and I quickly cleared my thorat, trying to hide it. “Anthony.” “I’m sorry?” “Call my Anthony, or Tony, however you prefer.” I felt my blush deepen and I nodded. “Anthony.” “Perfect.” He smiled and my stomach flipped. The urge to get down on my knees for this man, this stranger, was overwhelming and surprisingly arousing. I’d never felt like this for anyone, not even the few boys I dated in college. It’s not like I was a virgin, but I also wouldn’t say I was experienced. I had lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend my first year of college. In senior year, I had sex yet again with another college guy, after my so-called boyfriend cheated on me with his lab partner. But neither one of those boys compared to what this man had me feeling. His eyes were hypnotizing and his touch invoked wickedly dirty desires. He squeezed my hand and then slowly he slipped away from me taking his warmth with him.
“Daddy, look what I drew for you!” He reached down and smiled at her. “Let me see that.” He examined the photo and his right eyebrow raised slightly. “Is that a pink car, sweetheart.” “Uh-huh. Miss Ana said I could make it any color I wanted.” “Really.” He looked at me and I blushed again, quickly looking down at the ground. He chuckled and the rumble vibrated down to my pussy, making it gush. I squeezed my thighs together fighting for control. “I love it!” He exclaimed, and picked her up as she giggled. “Well, Miss Ana…” “Just Ana is fine,” I whispered. He nodded. “Okay, Ana, Thank you so much for taking care of my little girl.” “It’s truly a pleasure, Sir. She’s a very bright little girl.” I smiled at her and then stopped short as he took a step closer to me. The aroma of his expensive cologne engulfed my senses and I wanted to lean into him and breathe him in. “Anthony,” he said sternly. “Wh-what?” I shook my head out of the clouds. “You called me, Sir.” “Oh,” I breathed. He smirked. “I guess I could come to like that as well, as long as it’s coming from you.” His suggestive remark had my panties dampening even further, and I bit down on my lip. There was a long moment of silence as we stared at each other, his eyes were like steel. They were so intense, it felt as if they could see right through what I was feeling. I felt my face flush with arousal and I quickly asked the first question I could think of. “Will you be joining us for the parent teacher meeting we are having this Friday?” He gave me a slow seductive smile. “Will I be having a one on one with you, Ana?” The way he softly said my name made me want to give him all of me. I swallowed hard, trying not to inhale the sweet scent of his cologne. “Yes, Sir.” He smiled. “I’ll be there, then. I can’t wait for some alone time with the teacher.” Before I could say another word, he grabbed Laura’s hand and tugged her along. She turned and waved at me. “Bye, Miss Ana!”
“Bye, sweetheart!” I waved back, my hand faltered as Anthony Reed looked back at me and then winked at me once again. I watched him walk away and my pussy contracted uncontrollably. I took a deep breath and looked around me, not wanting anyone to wrongly interpret that brief interaction. That man was dangerously attractive. He was also much older and way out of my league. Just by his touch, and the rich timbre of his voice, he had me all riled up and on edge. I’d never met anyone quite like him, and I needed to be very careful of him. He was the parent of one of my kids, and I needed to keep my distance, unless I wanted to lose my job. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to focus on the rest of the children. As I made sure each parent left with their corresponding child, I unconsciously stroked the hand he had touched still feeling traces of his warmth. Those wicked thoughts ran once again through my mind and I closed my eyes, willing them away to no avail. This man was going to be trouble, sinful trouble.
My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?