Teacher's Pet - Part 2

Michael's first week lessons were a huge success. His highlight came with the year 10s. He started by asking who was watching Game of Thrones....nearly all the class put their hands up. "Brilliant" he thought. He then went on to highlight characters and plotlines in the series and then sent the kids links on their iPads to actual historic events in medieavel Europe that mirroed, and in most cases, outdid the event in Westeros.

Easily, without them really even realising, he had the kids thinking totally differently about history. It wasn't just a list of dates and long dead kings....it was epic drama.

The hour flew by and he was actually hugely disappointed when he realised his lesson was coming to an end. He glanced at the clock and just in the last minute of the class left them on a huge cliffhanger in the old war between King Stephen and Empress Matilda in 12th century England.

The bell went and he even heard a groan. A couple of the kids hurriedly asked "So what happened", "So who ended up on the throne" but he just smiled and told them to run along. They scowled but he knew they'd be looking forward to more at the next class. Heck, some of them might even be doing some extra-curricula reading.

He settled down and watched the kids troop out..."Success" he thought to himself..

His encounter with Natalia had stuck in his mind, having a stunning 18 year old flirt with you was very flattering but it was an occupational hazard, he felt he'd handled it well enough but there was something about the intensity she had that put him off balance. He had noted what she'd said about the previous teachers and when he'd looked into the classes projected marks for the history a-level quite a few of the students' projections were notably lower than the rest of their subjects. Perhaps she was right that the previous teacher was just coasting along and not doing his or her job. He vowed to make extra efforts to get them back on track. He knew it was wildly inappropriate but he could not shake the images of her adjusting her skirt over those perfect thighs, playing with her jet black hair or glossing those full red lips. As he'd just moved into the area from out of town he rented one of the modest appartments nearby from the school trust, living alone and not having made any friends yet he spent the evening reading and browsing online. Eventually he cracked and jerked off thinking about Natalia and then felt utterly shame-faced afterwards.

After that the only other thing he worried about was the head mistress who had obviously taken a shine to Michael and made sure she took ample opportunity to flirt and be tactile with him. She was into middle age and was certainly a rubenesque woman but certainly not un-attractive. He was working under the assumption that she was eventually going to corner him and try to seduce him. He thought about it and was, in the end, quite happy for that to happen.

In the mean time Natalia was watching him, she liked what she saw. Bright, attractive young teacher from a lower class background. He really seemed to love his job and his subject. His passion was what had attracted him to her...she wanted him, and Natalia Contini always got what she wanted.