Under His Care

by Jamie Knight

  "I don't know if you have been keeping up with the news, but there have been a few headlines recently about some sort of virus. Experts are predicting it could become a pandemic; cases of it are rapidly growing."

  I nod.

  "I have heard of it, but I didn't know it had gotten this bad. Is that what made you worried?" I ask.

  "Well, not really. I mean, I dismissed it as a plot, or conspiracy thing, at first, but it seems to be getting more serious. Actually, what's bothering me is this rumor I heard in the teacher's lounge that pertains to this virus."

  I look at him curiously. "A rumor?" I ask.

  He nods before continuing.

  "I heard that they are thinking of implementing a 2-week school closure, effective next week, due to the quarantine necessitated by this virus pandemic."

  My heart drops as he reveals this to me. I'm sure the kids will enjoy time away, but I can't picture not seeing Mr. Winston every day.

  "Well, this is certainly something to worry about," I reply quietly after a few moments.

  It's as if he can feel my sadness when I look at him. His eyes soften and he speaks to me with kindness.

  "Don't let these things worry you. I am sure they are nothing more than rumors. The school board hasn't announced or confirmed anything yet. This is just all talk from people that are scared."

  He sounds so soothing and confident that I believe him.

  "You’re right. I'm sorry for being silly," I say.

  He smiles at me.

  "You have no need to apologize, and you are not being silly."

  I walk back to my desk and grab my purse.

  "Good evening, Mr. Winston," I say as I walk by his desk to leave.

  "You have a good evening too – and Stacey, I meant what I said about your initiative earlier."

  "Well, it's easy to do a great job in a class that is so well behaved. They must have an excellent teacher."

  He laughs and says, "Goodbye, Stacey."

  "Goodbye, Mr. Winston."

  I hurry out of the classroom. I think about him the whole drive home.

  ***

  I get home and change into my pajamas. As I lay in bed and get comfortable, my mind wanders to Mr. Winston again. I imagine we are alone in the classroom, and I'm leaning against his desk. He gets up and puts his arms around me, kissing me. I kiss him back.

  The idea gets me so hot that I start masturbating in bed. I push my pajamas and panties aside to put my fingers inside of myself.

  I stroke them around gently, going back to daydreaming about Mr. Winston. I imagine that while we are kissing, he slides his fingers up my skirt and inside of me. I love the idea of his strong, smooth hands fingering my pussy while I grind against his side. That's one of my favorite things to do.

  These fantasies make me so hot that I don't want to take it slow. I slide my fingers inside of me, starting to go faster. I imagine that he removes his hand as I stare at him, breathless.

  I love how he is playing with me. He gets down on his knees while I'm still sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifts my skirt up to my waist, pushing my panties aside. He smiles at me seductively before putting his tongue inside of me.

  I imagine how that would feel; the thought of him eating me out is even hotter than the fingering, the thought of his tongue sliding around inside of me. He goes gentle, teasing me. I gasp in delight as he sucks my clit. I force his head deeper between my legs; he responds by sticking his tongue inside of me and licking faster.

  I start to grind against his face, but he grabs my thighs to hold me still. That thought turns me on so much. He eats me out until I cum.

  Back in my bedroom, I hold onto the thought of the way that feels. I don't think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about this. I imagine us doing that repeatedly; even in my mind, I can't get enough of it. I've never done anything like that, but now I desperately want to be with him. I stroke myself faster and faster until I cum on my hand. I lay back in bed, relaxed and ready to sleep. I smile as I think of my little fantasy.

  Honestly, I love going to the school every day, and being around the kids and Mr. Winston.

  I can't imagine my life without my job. I don't want to imagine my life without it. Not only is this something I want to do, I have become attached to the people that I work with, though mainly just him. Two weeks of being away, of being by myself, is torture just to think about.

  I think about what he had told me earlier that day. I seriously hope that those rumors about them closing the school aren't true. I don't know what I would if I do if I couldn't see him or be with him. I put that out of my mind, reminding myself of his calming words to me. No need to get worked up over this again.

  I pull the blankets up to my shoulders and close my eyes. I tell myself not to dream of him, but that’s silly, because that’s all I do.

  After my fantasies earlier, I know I'm going to blush when I see him again. I hope he doesn’t notice it. I also know that I’m going to get very turned on by him. I can't stop my mind from thinking these thoughts, just like I can't stop myself from being attracted to him.

  My pillow is soft and relaxing. I can soon feel myself drifting off. I fall asleep dreaming of him; I can hear his voice talking to me in my sleep. I dream again of his smile and his laugh when I complimented him. That was very bold of me to do that.

  I love it every time that he praises me for the work I am doing. I hope I can keep making that happen. Soon, I stop dreaming and reach the deeper part of my sleep.

  Chapter 4

  Stacey

  After a long and uneventful weekend, I am so glad that it's Monday. Out of excitement, I wake up early; I can't wait to get down to the school. I shower and then dress in my robe. Since I woke up early, I have extra time to get ready.

  I dig through my closet, turning down several outfits until I finally settle on a dress I think Mr. Winston will like: It hugs my body nicely, and has a little twirl in the skirt when I walk. I hurry to dress and grab my stuff for work. I want to be at the school early. I fuss with my appearance the whole way over.

  After I arrive at the school, I hurry quicker than usual down the halls.

  As I reach our classroom, I peek in through the door. I see he is already at his desk; I guess he had arrived earlier than usual. I give myself one last look-over before walking in.

  "Good morning, Mr. Winston," I say happily as I walk past his desk.

  "Good morning, Stacey," he says with a smile before going back to grading papers.

  I put my stuff down and watch him for a few seconds. I spend the rest of the time preparing for today's lesson. The bell rings and the students come walking in. Mr. Winston closes his book and starts writing on the board while I hand out the papers for the day. The sound of the intercom interrupts us. We all stop what we’re doing and look at each other in surprise.

  The principal clears his throat over the speaker and begins speaking.

  "Attention, students and staff. We are informing you that the coronavirus has arrived in the Washington state area. The school district is waiting for more news. We will share this information with you once we receive it. That is all."

  The announcement ends and the speaker goes silent.

  The students are in shock. I go back to my desk. Mr. Winston stops writing and turns to address the class. They look at him with worry.

  "Students, I have been watching the news closely these past few weeks. This virus isn't going away or getting any better. It's looking like the whole country could be infected soon," he says. Some of the students start to visibly panic.

  "Excuse me, Mr. Winston? I have a few words I would like to say to the class as well," I say.

  "Um, of course,” he says.

  He walks over to stand by my desk while I walk to the board and begin to write.

  "Now, children, " I begin, "back in 1918, there was an epidemic known as the Spanish flu…"

  The children look at me curiously as I tell them the whole story. This takes
up half the class period.

  When I turn around, Mr. Winston is looking at me, impressed with my knowledge and explanation of the subject.

  "I'm going to offer an extra credit assignment,” he says. “I would like a paper comparing the Spanish flu epidemic and this current virus. You can write about the way it’s affecting the world, or your own personal lives, or how the world will overcome this."

  I look up at Mr. Winston and smile at him as we exchange places.

  "Well, I'd like to congratulate Ms. Stacey on her well-explained lesson,” he says.

  Everyone applauds me and I smile again.

  "In addition to that assignment, you still have your regular lesson and assignment to get through tonight."

  He writes down what chapter they are to read and answers questions about on the board. Class is almost over, so the students hurry to scribble this down before putting away their books.

  Before the bell rings, the door to the classroom opens, and we see the principal step inside. We all look curiously at each other. "Ms. Stacey, can I speak to you outside?" he asks.

  I look at Mr. Winston for a moment, and then say, "Yes, sir."

  I follow the principal out the door.

  "I was wondering if you could give this message to Mr. Winston. It’s urgent. I need to distribute it to all the teachers before the end of school today,” he says.

  He hands me a slip of paper. I read it, then look at him in shock. "Right away, sir." I say.

  "Good," he says before hurrying away.

  I take a deep breath, then go back inside. I walk straight to Mr. Winston's side.

  "Sir, the principal asked me to share this with you," I say, slipping him the memo.

  He can tell by the tone in my voice that something is wrong. He reads the paper, then looks at me in shock. I hurry to my desk.

  He calls the class to attention.

  "Students, I have something important to share with you. If the bell rings, please remain seated,” he says. The students look surprised to hear him speak in that tone, but I can’t even pay attention; I'm too devastated by what I had just read.

  He reads the note aloud.

  "Attention, all teachers and staff: Please advise all students that there will be a two-week shutdown of all schools across the nation due to the virus pandemic. Parents and staff can receive updates on this via the school’s website or through school emails."

  Mr. Winston puts the paper on his desk.

  This news is greeted with mixed reviews. Half the class is talking excitedly about it, but the other half looks nervous and scared.

  I just can't believe this is happening. I can't bring myself to look at anyone, let alone Mr. Winston. I don't think any of us were expecting this to happen. It's like my worst nightmare has come true. This is going to be the most depressing two weeks of my life.

  I don't know how I’m going to get through it.

  Chapter 5

  Chris

  After an uneventful day, I finally fall asleep. I dream sweet, unexpected dreams of Stacey. I picture walking into the classroom and seeing her waiting there for me.

  These dreams are interrupted by unwelcome dreams of a mandatory faculty meeting that I must attend in the morning. Those dreams cause me to wake up abruptly.

  I jump up and look at my clock. I sigh; I am awake earlier than usual. I might as well go ahead and get started on my day.

  I go about my normal routine of showering and dressing for the day. I put on a nice suit, since I must be at the meeting first thing in the morning. I take extra care when I shave and fix my hair.

  Of course, I'm a little anxious to get down to the school and see Stacey. I tell myself to stay calm and focused. On my way out the door, I grab a cup of coffee and sip it during my drive to work.

  I arrive in the teacher’s lounge with my coffee and briefcase. I take a seat amongst the other teachers already in the room. The principal is here. He looks at the papers in his hands, then begins to speak to us.

  "Thank you all for being here so early. I'm here to inform you that the start date for the mandatory two-week closure has been set for this Friday," he says.

  We all exchange glances, but say nothing as he finishes talking.

  "Starting today, you will be responsible for prepping your classes for learning at home. Most lessons can be done online." He puts his papers down and looks at us. "Any questions?"

  No one has any. They just look around the room or at each other.

  "Good. Let's get to work."

  He walks out of the room. The other teachers grab their bags, gossiping about the situation. I grab my briefcase and coffee and hurry from the room. I don’t want to waste time with them; I'm eager to see Stacey. I hurry as quickly down the halls as I can while still looking normal.

  I hurry to unlock the classroom and get inside. The faculty meeting was early enough that students are just barely starting to arrive on campus; I know that I still have a little while before Stacey shows up.

  I set my coffee down and pull out my laptop, settling into my seat and pulling out a stack of papers that I need to grade while I wait for my computer to turn on. I want to have all my paperwork done.

  After I have graded a few papers, I look up and see that my computer has finally turned on. I set the papers aside and check my email.

  It's the usual stuff, except for a new one from the school district. I open and read through it, but it's just a reminder about the mandatory closure. This pandemic has a lot of people worried. I try not to let it bother me, though.

  I read through the rest of my emails, but it's mostly spam. I sigh and check out the daily news headlines.

  "Good morning, Mr. Winston."

  I look up to see Stacey walking in.

  "Good morning, Stacey," I say as she walks by me and goes to her desk. I watch her for a few seconds; I have to force myself to look away.

  I give her a chance to get settled at her desk before I go over the day's workload with her. I glance at the clock at the wall. The students will be in here soon.

  "Stacey?" I ask. She looks up at me. "I have a busy day today. They announced at the staff meeting this morning that the mandatory two-week closure starts Friday, so I need to prepare for that."

  She looks worried, so I'm hoping my next news will cheer her up.

  "So, since I have so much to get done, I think I’m going to let you handle today's lesson."

  I try not to smile as her mouth hangs open in shock. She takes a few seconds to collect herself; I can tell that she is shocked and hesitant about it.

  "Me? Are you sure?" she asks.

  I nod as I get up from my desk, handing her the workbook.

  "The page for today is already marked, " I say, showing her.

  "Oh, okay. If you’re sure," she says.

  I can sense her excitement growing. She takes the book from me and starts to study the page. I sit at my desk and watch her read through the lesson. She is quiet as she prepares.

  I watch as she takes the book with her to the board. With her free hand, she writes the key points of the lesson on the board in her neat, perfect script.

  I feel proud of giving her this opportunity, and for distracting her from the situation we are facing. I go back to grading the stacks of papers I have, trying but failing to get her off my mind long enough to concentrate on something else.

  Chapter 6

  Stacey

  I wake up and look at my clock. I'm alarmed that it's mid-morning already. I never wake up this late. It’s not like I have anywhere to be, though; it's the start of the first week of the mandatory two-week closure.

  I stay in bed, staring at my clock. I don't know what's wrong with me, but something doesn't feel right, like I don't even have the energy to get up.

  I turn over and stare at the ceiling for 30 minutes. Finally, I force myself into a sitting position. My body feels stiff and a little achy, but I assume it's because I slept wrong.

  I stand up and stretch, but that d
oesn't really help. I pull on my robe and slippers, grab my phone from my nightstand, and walk to the kitchen. I need a strong cup of coffee.

  As I'm brewing the coffee, I look at my phone, seeing that I have a text message. I click on it and read it.

  "Good morning."

  That’s all it says.

  I wonder who it's from. I look at the number quickly, then look again. My mouth drops open in shock. It's from Mr. Winston, I mean, Chris. I can't believe he texted me.

  When my coffee is ready, I take a cup to the living room with me, setting it on the coffee table in front of me. I sit on the couch and text a "good morning" back to him.

  He replies with a little smiley face and a reminder that today is the first day of the online assignments that students must complete.

  I respond with an "okay” before setting my phone down and sipping my coffee. It’s weird; I feel sort of sluggish. I try to shake the feeling off.

  I grab my textbook and laptop, then go back to the living room, sitting on the couch and checking my email. I login to the school website and wait for the students to start uploading their completed assignments.

  I turn on the TV for background noise. I go to take a sip of coffee, but suddenly I feel too warm to drink it. That's weird.

  My phone chimes again. I quickly grab it to read the text from Chris.

  "Just reminding you that I'm here if you have any questions or need any help."

  I smile at my phone, thinking about how sweet he is. I can feel my body heat rise as I text him back.

  "Thank you. That's very sweet of you. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

  I hit send, then put the phone down.

  I try to take my mind off how weird I'm feeling by skimming through the first assignment that the kids need to complete. A few minutes later, my phone chimes again; he’s texted me a winking face.

  I find myself giggling after I put my phone down. I realize that I’m lusting hard after him. I look up from my work and sigh. Why couldn't I have had a teacher as dreamy as him in high school or college? That would have made it a lot more fun for me.