Page 44 of Unhinged Kallie

“How are you feeling after the surgery,” she asked, the little chain rattling as she pulled the blinds down.

“Okay, I guess. My knee is sore, but the surgeon was amazing, so I’m hoping to be on my feet soon.”

She closed the next and then the next, the room slowly darkening with each one. I’d barely spoken to Mrs. Peterson before, but suddenly I was getting a weird flirty vibe.

“I have all the faith that you’ll be up again very soon,” she said, but the look on her face wasn’t as innocent as the words coming out of her mouth. She licked her bottom lip and fanned at her face. “Is it warm in the school today?”

“Um…no, I think it’s fine.” It was November, and the school was known for not turning on the heat until you were sitting in class with your teeth chattering, wearing your winter jacket.

“I think they already turned up the heat, or maybe there’s another reason.” I looked over my shoulder. Was I being punked? Was this going to end up on some news channel? Because she was definitely flirting as she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. It wasn’t enough that I could see anything, but it was enough to hint at the promise.

“Did you want something, Mrs. Peterson? The bell will ring soon, and it takes me a little longer to get to class now.”

“Call me Carol.” She leaned against the desk, and her legs stretched out in front of her, which pulled her skirt up. If it went any higher, I would’ve been able to see if she was wearing any underwear. She was a beautiful woman, but I wasn’t into the whole student and teacher thing and really just wanted to get the hell out of the room.

“Okay. Carol. Was there something you wanted?”

“Oh, there are a few things that I need.” She stepped out wider with one leg, and my eyes followed the movement. I couldn’t keep the shock off my face as I stared at her naked pussy. Holy fuck, this was really happening. I gripped my wheelchair tighter and quickly looked away from the very open invitation. “I thought we could find some time for private tutoring sessions. I’m sure there is a subject or two I can help you improve in.”

Her hand slipped into the open part of her blouse, and she moaned as she squeezed her tit. If I were a normal guy, I’d tell her, ‘Sure, let’s go right now.’ But no, of course not. All I could think about was getting the hell out of this room before she knelt between my legs, and we looked like some crazy movie with her holding on while I wheeled backward, trying to get away.

“I really appreciate the offer, Mrs. Peterson, and I will certainly think about it, but I need to get going.”

She stood up straight as I backed the wheelchair for the door.

“Are you sure? I have some free time. We could even go to my house, where it is quieter.”

I could’ve sworn she was married. Then again, that didn’t stop most people nowadays.

“I really need to go, but maybe another time,” I said, not wanting to insult her. I still had visions of this ending up twisted around, and somehow, I had tried to seduce her and got arrested or some shit. Oh my god, I could see the look on Cain’s face now.

Mrs. Peterson smoothed out her skirt and did up one of the buttons on her blouse. I now understood why she did so much tutoring. Fuck, half the guys in the senior class said she tutored them.

“Well, alright then. You have a good day, and remember the offer stands. It’s never too late to improve your grades.” She smiled as I reached back for the handle on the door.

“This is true, thank you. Have a good day, Mrs. Peterson,” I said, not using her first name.

I got out into the hall and felt like I’d escaped a bear trap. My heart was beating so fast.

“What did she want,” Kallie asked from behind me, and I jumped in the seat, wincing.

“What did I say about sneaking up on me?”

“I didn’t sneak. You almost backed into me. I was standing here the entire time,” Kallie said, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair and pushing me.

“Fine.” I relaxed into the seat and let her. I knew she wouldn’t stop without a fight anyway. “And I don’t know what she wanted.”

“Bullshit, she wanted to fuck you.”

“Shhhhh, fuck Trouble, you can’t just blurt that out like that,” I said, glaring back at her.

“Why not? She’s the asshole for trying to screw one of her students,” Kallie said. She had a point, but that didn’t matter.

“Just…because. I can see that getting turned into some shit where I was the aggressor. Or, I grabbed her ass inappropriately or something that would get me charged or suspended…again.”

“Hmm.”

I didn’t like that noise, that meant she was thinking, and I glanced up at her. “What’s hmm?”