WELCOME TO: THE TEACHER

DISCLAIMER: "Slight" sexual content and mature language.

Hope y'all enjoy this! Also, this story is true. I have indulged it a little for the sake of a good read. 90% true though. ENJOY!

He said I was a bad student. We used to joke about it all the time. Sometimes I would feel bad about it, just for half a mili-second, but I always got over it pretty quick. I had really great grades, however. Straight As, maybe a B or two. What? ooohhh you thought I meant I was a bad student as in I didn't do well in school. ha. no. Bad student as in I was sleeping with my Spanish teacher. That's right. Everyone's fantasy isn't it? Let me start from the beginning. (Some of it will be in Spanish but I'll translate it. you're welcome) (Also, this story is true. I did have sex with my spanish teacher. But I've also indulged the story a little for the sake of a good story ;) By the end of the series or whenever i decide to end this, I'll fill you all in on the best ending to this "story" imaginable. But for now, ENJOY!)

It started junior year, 11th grade. I walked in to my IB Spanish class, having already heard rumors the new Spanish teacher was hot, and I couldn't wait to see this guy. As I walked in, I saw a couple of my friends in the crowd of 43 people who would also be in my class. But no teacher. Everyone was just hanging out waiting for the final bell to ring. I saw my best friend Amber and she excitedly ran over to me.

"OMG Jessi! I missed you so much!" She squeezed me tight in one of her infamous hugs. Amber had the personality everyone wanted. HUGE ass amount of energy and loved everyone. She was the epitomy of popular.

"Amber! So good to finally see you! The last three months were hell without you."

"Dude I know! Did you do anything cool this summer?"

"Yeah my family went to-"

"Cool me, too! Let's cut the formalities and talk about more important things. Like, how hot is our Mr. Blanco?! I'm all kinds of hot and bothered just looking at him."

"I haven't seen him yet! Is he even here? I heard he's super sexy." I said with a promiscuous smile. Her jaw dropped and her expression looked as if she was going to die of shock. Her eyes were no longer at me, but someone behind me.

"!Hola, señorita!" I screamed SHIT in my head so loud I was afraid I may have said it out loud. I whipped around, trying not to scream.

THERE HE WAS. Damn the rumors were true. In front of me, was a sexy Cuban with thick black hair, a slight tan, light hazel eyes, and the sexiest 5 o'clock shadow on the planet. I heard Amber whisper, "Omg I think I just cummed," behind me. Suddenly, I forgot all the spanish I learned in my entire life. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Hola, señor. Me llamo Jessi. ?Usted eres el profesor?" (Hi sir. My name is Jessi. You're the teacher?)

I tried so hard not to sound like i was orgasming. I'm pretty sure I was.

"Sí. Me llamo Señor Blanco."(Yes. My name is Mr. Blanco) He smiled and shook my hand. "Entonces, ?dondé está el hombre que le llamas 'super sexy'?" (So, where's the guy you call 'super sexy'?)

OH MY GOD HE FUCKING HEARD THAT.

He seemed so serious. He was even looking around for a possible candidate. I just stood there trying not to shit mis pantalones ok. He looked back at me and laughed. He knew. I wanted to cry of embarrassment. The final bell rang and he continued giggling a little. As he walked away he put his hand on my back and I nearly shuddered. GODDAMN THAT'S A HOT MAN. I walked over to my desk and had a major face palm sesh. MAJOR OK MAJOR. Class dragged on. All I wanted to do was run out of his class so I wouldn't keep staring at his gorgeous face. I made a lot of awkward eye contact in which he would wink as he lectured in spanish about environmental problems in hispanic countries. I was in the IB program ok. That's what we did. lol. When he was done, he asked us to work in groups on a worksheet he gave us. Mr. Blanco walked over to my group and knelt down by my desk. He was about 6 feet so even kneeling down he met my eyes. He looked at us and smiled. Fuck, he had a hot smile.

"?Cómo están ustedes? ?Ustedes están entendiendo todo?" ( How are you guys? You guys are understanding everything?) I had to wipe the drool off my face. Another girl in my group answered

"Sí, señor. Gracías. Pero, ?Còmo se dice..." (Yes sir. Thank you. But, how do you say...) I stopped listening at this point. I couldn't stop staring at his face. Too much beautiful can kill. He answered her question and turned back to me. "Sabes que... no está bién para una muchacha bonita a ser trastorna." (You know... it's not okay for a beautiful girl to be upset)

HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL OMFGOMFGOMFG. HAS MY HEART STOPPED YET?

I smiled and blushed. I was putty in his hands.

"Oh, ?De veras?" I folded my arms sarcastically. "?Y quién es la muchacha que le llamas bonita?" (Oh really? And who is the girl that you call beautiful.)

I scoffed. He winked at me again as the bell rang to leave. He got up and said to the class "!Ciao clase! Hasta mañana!" (Bye class! See you tomorrow!)

Amber hastily walked over to me

"OH. MY. GOD. Isn't he GORGEOUS. DUDE HE TOTTTTAALLLLLYY WANTS YOU!"

"Oh whatever. He's just..being nice I guess." I shrugged. But on the inside I wondered.

The next day when I walked into class I noticed a stack of Al Pacino movies on Mr. Blanco's desk.

"!Oh por supuesto! Sí tu eres cubano necesitas tener películas de Al Pacino, ?no? (Of course! If you're cuban you need to have Al Pacino movies right?) He laughed.

"Sí, por supuesto, Jessi. Pero tu no necesitas ser cubano para tener la película 'Scarface', ?verdad?"(Yes, of course Jessi. But you don't need to be cuban to have the movie Scarface, right?) I smiled and shrugged.

"?Sabes algo muy interesante? Yo no tengo la película. Sí es la verdad. Yo nunca miro 'Scarface'" (You know something interesting? I don't have the movie. Yes it's the truth. I've never seen Scarface). I sighed and dramatically put the back of my hand to my forehead. He gasped.

"No way! I have a copy in my closet I've been needing to get rid of forever. Come after class and I'll give it to you... for free!"

"Wow!Muchas Gracías Señor Blanco! I've always wanted to see it."

I came back at about 5:30.

!Hola, Señor! ? Cómo está?

"Hola, Jessi. Estoy muy bien, gracías. ?Y tu?

"Estoy bien gracías."

"Good!" He stared at me for a while. I just smiled.

"Okay cool. Let me go dig around my closet for a minute." I smiled and nodded.

I closed the one, open door to the classroom. Mr. Blanco was looking in the closet so he didn't really notice. I walked over to his desk and propped myself on top of it, pulling my skirt up just a touch. I was tempted to completely strip naked... but I didn't want to take the pleasure of undressing me away from him. I put my hair up so his subconscious would notice something was different and he would really look at me. Thank you IB Psych.

"Oh here it is!" He turned around but didn't look up at me, he was just looking at the movie in his hands.

"Man it's just covered in dust-" He was within feet of me and he looked up for a second. "Oh I like your hair back like that." Then he looked back down. He took a double take. First at my slightly exposed thigh, then up to my face. He didn't really say anything. He just laughed and folded his arms.

"You didn't come here for the movie did you?"