Chapter #7

Dear Mrs. Parker

I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t say it. But I love you more than anything else. It’s not some childish crush, what I feel for you is real. I just need to know if you feel the same for me.

Do you?

Yours truly, Karla Lewis

My teacher lived in a quite neat house, with a well trimmed lawn, front porch with nice outdoor furniture and the inside of the house was just amazing. Modern, yet cozy.

“Wait, are you sure it’s okay with your husband? I don’t mean to be any trouble.” We were standing in the hall of my teacher’s home when my hesitation got the best of me.

“He’s not home at the moment.” She turned around and took off her shoes.

I didn’t want to ask anything more, her voice clearly said it was nothing she wanted to discuss. Instead I did as her, took my shoes off before following her into what turned out to be the living room. There I was shown to have a seat on a large leather couch. Mrs. Parker left the room right after I had sat down, she however quickly came back with a glass of water for me.

“Thanks.” I gave her a small smile before taking a sip of the water, meanwhile Mrs. Parker had sat down next to me.

She didn’t say anything, just leaned on her right arm and looked at me with her beautiful eyes. I put the glass away and gave her a shy smile. This would be the perfect moment to tell her how I feel. Before I got the chance though she had moved a bit closer, with the back of her hand she slowly caressed my cheek. I could smell her perfume, feel her soft skin against mine.

“You’re very special to me, Karla… I hate seeing you get hurt like this.” She removed her hand and shook her head as if she was waking up from a trance.

“Oh well-“ This time I didn’t let her finish, instead I quickly leaned in and stole a kiss.

The shocked expression on her face would have been hilarious if this had been a prank. Now it just made me embarrassed and I felt my face heat up in an instant. I tried apologizing but all that came out was tears.

“Sweetie… please don’t cry.”  I heard my teacher whisper as she leaned in, resting her forehead against mine.

She puckered her lips and pressed them against my cheek. Wiping away the tears on my other cheek with her thumb while whispering a soft “shh”, but still allowing me to let out the rest of my emotions.

“I just… love you so much.” I whispered, hoping she wouldn’t hear.

She did however, but she didn’t say anything at that time. Instead she wrapped her arms around me, making me lean against her while she stroked my hair. The situation was so calming and I felt like falling asleep right there in her arms.

“Wake up. Karla, sweetie you can’t sleep here.” I opened my eyes, realizing I was still cuddled up in the arms of my teacher.

I sat up slowly and felt her grip around me loosen. She gave me a small smile and stroked a lock of hair from my face, resting her hand on my cheek for a mere second.

If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. Fortunately this was reality and I was sitting there with the most beautiful woman ever. I had never felt so calm… so happy.