André and Guests
Christine was beginning to move closer to the front of the class as time went on, her two friends growing suspicious. They knew that she was always fond of the subject of English, but they also knew that she succeeded in the subject even from the back of the classroom. English was obviously Christine's favorite subject, but she had never had an inclination to move to the front of the classroom - not until Professor Lantier came around that is.
"Orwell uses the dystopian world in 1984 to show how the future would be, how twisted and jacked up it would be if it let one person rule the government, that one person being Big Brother." Caden sat down, feeling proud of his summary of the novel that he read out loud to his class. The professor nodded slowly, trying to take in the summary in increments. "How'd I do, Teacher?"
"Well, you used the term, 'dystopian,' correctly and you got the gist of the novel in one sentence..." Erik led on, trying to sound as kind as possible. "It's the word choice that really irks me, Mr. Weatherly."
"What's wrong with it, Mr. Teacher Man?" The tall blond frowned, looking down at his thesis.
"I don't think George Orwell meant for his novel to exemplify how, 'jacked up,' a dystopian world would be if one person would run it. Yes, there would be pros and cons to a monarchy, but the term, 'jacked up,' is not the term I was quite going for, Mr. Weatherly. Try... Contorted or..." The professor thought for a moment before Christine's hands shot up in the air. "Yes, Miss Daaé?" He couldn't help, but smile.
"May I read my thesis, to maybe help him?" There were jealous whispers. Saved by the bell, Professor Lantier's phone alarm sounded and the students began to gather their belongings.
"Maybe on Friday, Christine." She frowned greatly, putting her belongings into her backpack. "Listen up kids, you owe me a revised thesis, a summary, AND an introduction paragraph on Friday! It's ten percent off if it's late, got it?" Raoul de Chagny grimaced at the points docked if he turned it in later. He had much better things to do, than sit at his desk and write a stupid paper! "It's ten percent off for everyday it's late."
The students eventually filed out, leaving Christine and Erik Lantier alone. She made her casual way up to the front and sat her bottom onto the wooden desk. Playing with all of his tiny trinkets and toys he had laying on the desk.
"Why do you have these?" Erik was locking the door when he heard the small voice beckon from his desk. With a smile, he closed the blinds and loosened his tie.
"Some students focus better during tests if they have a ball or something to squeeze. It keeps their mind off of the obvious tension of the exam." His brawny body eventually came over to the desk, sitting down in his chair with ease. "Christine, I can only stay until two and it's already one fifteen." Christine frowned again.
"Why? Why do you have to go?" She hated Thursdays.
"Bailey gets home at three and she would get suspicious if I got home later than her. I'm sorry..." Erik reached out his arms again, trying to get the curly haired girl over to his side of the desk. "Let me make it up to you with the time we have left, sweetheart." Christine smiled, placing herself in between his legs. With a giggle, she lifted her arms up as he pulled the thin piece of cloth over her head. "You're beautiful, you know that?" She blushed wildly as he picked her up and placed her on his desk.
"Yeah?" She inquired, pulling his shirt out of his pants, quickly fumbling with his belt. Her hands trailed down below, feeling him through the fabric. "We only have forty five minutes..." She mumbled sadly, taking his tie off and then his shirt. Burying the uncovered side of his face into the crook of her neck, the stubble tickled her skin as he dragged his teeth down her flesh, making sure she knew who she belong to. With a shaky exhale, her hands met his hardened sex through the zipper earning a more than pleasure groan.
"Oh sweetheart, there are so many things that can be accomplished in forty five minutes."
"Eh, Professor Guidicelli is pretty cool, but her temper is short." The short blonde girl shrugged, taking a large gulp of her strawberry smoothie. "I heard one time this kid tried to sneak in late and she made him stand in the middle of the class, sing a first soprano aria, and he didn't get to leave until he finished the aria!"
"Who is your favorite professor?" Antoinette asked as she tied her red hair up in a loose bun. "I like Professor Matlin." Meg, the blonde, vivaciously agreed. Both girls then in unison stared down the curly haired, green eyed girl. "What about you, Christine?" Christine gulped.
"Ummm..." She looked around the room, rubbing behind André's ears to distract herself. "I like Professor Lantier the best."
"Our advanced English and the advanced music theory professor?" Christine's eyes went wide, glittering with enthusiasm. "Yeah... He's the guy with the mask - super hunky!"
"He teaches music theory?" Christine inferred, placing André on her lap with a grin. "I had no idea."
"Apparently, he's some musical genius. He can compose a symphony like that!" With the snap of her fingers, Meg seemed to be amazed and in total awe of the mysterious professor. "His music theory class only has, like, eight students."
"Why?" Christine wondered. "That's strange."
"It only has eight students, because it's so hard to get into, dude. I tried getting auditioning for his class my sophomore year and all he said was, 'You're excused,' from the back of the auditorium. I couldn't really see him; he sat in the dark. He was all mysterious and phantom like." Antoinette shrugged with disappointment, chugging the last of her smoothie. "It wasn't until this year that I actually saw him. He didn't say much, but he's very nice... Nice looking!"
"Well, I think he's the best professor there is at school. He's very smart and he knows the books he teachers well. I had no idea he was a musician." Christine mentally took note of her man's abilities, taking out her phone.
"Christine, I have a question." Antoinette spoke up, washing her glass in the sink.
"Yes ma'am?" Her eyes glinted, turning towards the redhead.
"Whatever happened between you and Matt?" Christine froze in her seat.
"Uh, nothing. We just stopped talking, I guess..." Christine nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, twirling a piece of her hair. Blinking slowly, she raised her watery eyes to the girls, hoping that this would be the end of this painful memory. "People change."
Erik sat at his TV, his legs propped up on the coffee table - a luxury he could almost never do growing up as a boy. It was five o'clock and Bailey wasn't home. This was unusual, considering that on Thursdays, she was always the first one home. Flipping through the channels, he absent-mindedly found a special on Beethoven. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and let the voice of the commentator, soothe him into a deep sleep, a much needed slumber.
The harsh ringing of his home woke him, causing him to practically fall off the couch. Scatter brained, he frantically reached into his briefcase to get his phone.
"H-Hello?" He asked, completely out of breath.
"Darling! I'm so sorry, a terrible thing happened at the salon today. A hair dryer was left on Courtney's lunch break and it caught on fire and we had to call the fire department." She sounded sad, stressed out more than anything.
"Jesus, are you alright?" Erik rose to his feet, blinking furiously to try to regain his vision. "Tell me you're alright!" He pleaded.
"Oh, I'm fine. I wasn't there, but when I got back from lunch with Mindy, there were fire trucks and everything. Thankfully, no one was there. The whole back section of the salon was burnt down, though. Anyway, I called to tell you that I have to stay at Mindy's tonight to work on some paperwork and it's a shitload of paperwork." She was annoyed. He could hear Mindy in the background moving around something heavy. "I'm sorry, babe. Did you have dinner?"
"No, I was taking a nap and then the phone rang and woke me up, it's fine. I'll find something." Erik paused, looking into the almost-empty refrigerator. Pressing the phone against his ear and in between his shoulder, he whimpered at the poor sight in front of him. "Do you need me to bring you anything, Bailey?"
"Mindy has everything I'll need, babe. Get some rest and grade some papers, Erik. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you." Erik yawned trying to muster up an idea for dinner.
"I love you too." Click. Erik sighed, putting his phone in his pocket. Suddenly, he took his phone out and dialed Christine. She answered on the fifth ring. "Sweetheart." He breathed out with joy.
"I can't talk for long, Erik. I'm on my way to my next class. What's up, Professor Lantier?" He chuckled slightly, leaning against the cool tile.
"Bailey is gonna be gone for the night. Do you want come over after your class?" Christine eyes lit up in excitement. "We'll have the house all to ourselves."
"My class ends at seven. Text me your address?" Erik agreed, finally hanging up the phone. Soon after, Erik decided to go to the store to make some special arrangements before Christine arrived. Heading down to the local grocery store, he picked up some skirt steaks and vegetables to cook, a simple meal that he enjoyed. He moved to the dessert isle, mewing at all of the delicious delicacies. Erik finally decided on a red velvet cake with white frosting. Buying a dozen red roses, he awkwardly made his way to the cashier. He hated stores.
"Buying for your wife, for an anniversary?" Erik smiled politely, pulling out his wallet.
"Sure." He answered, watching the woman ring up his items.
"That'll be $37.68, sir." Erik pulled out his card, handing it to the woman. As he signed the keypad, Erik sighed noticing the red petals from his peripherals. He narrowed his eyes at the bouquet of roses. "Oh... Did you want those as well?"
"That would be good..." He seethed through his clenched jaw. The woman rolled her eyes, scanning the item.
"Cash or credit?" Erik took out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, handing it to her. "Your total is $15.32 for the bouquet of roses." He nodded softly, gathering the bag of food and the bouquet of roses. "Thank you Mr. Lantier, have a nice evening." Erik got to his car, stuffing the bag of food in the backseat, putting the flowers in the front seat.
"Fuck, fifty two dollars... Bailey is gonna kill me..." Erik muttered, turning the ignition on, adjusting his rear view mirror. As soon as he got home, he went straight for the kitchen. 6:04pm. He had a little less than an hour to prepare dinner. Smiling to himself, he began cooking dinner, setting the table and putting the skirt steaks in some marinade and the vegetables out to defrost.
"Hello?" Bailey answered.
"Hey honey, where is the rice cooker?" Erik confusedly searched the kitchen, trying to search for all the ingredients he needed.
"It's in the third drawer, down to the right, under the stove. What are you making for dinner?" She sounded tired, yawning loudly in the phone.
"Just a beef bowl with some vegetables. It's nothing gourmet. How is Mindy's?" Erik mindlessly asked, taking out the rice cooker. "Everything okay?"
"The paperwork is a bitch, but the wine is certainly helping. What are you going to do tonight?" Erik filled the rice cooker with water, pouring the grains of rice into it with ease.
"I'm just going to grade some annotated books and start coming up with a mid term. It's that time of year, you know." Erik smiled slightly, trying to sound as enthused as he could. "My music theory class has a whole different mid term that I've already mapped out in my mind. I just have to put it on paper."
"Well, don't over work yourself. I know how stressed out you can get when mid terms start, Erik. It's bad for your migraines." Erik nodded, placing the phone beside him on the counter. He grabbed the vegetables from the bag, washing them in cool water. "What is the mid term going to be, anyway? For your English class, that is."
"A couple of essay questions, some matching... Probably some multiple choice." Erik shrugged, never really putting much thought into it. "Mostly essay orientated, I want my students to really understand the books and text. Multiple choice and matching are free points, you know?"
"Erik, don't make the test too hard. You want your students to pass." Bailey's voice was condescending. Erik knew that she struggled in school, college. She suffered from dyslexia and had a horrible stutter growing up, but she managed to graduate college with a 3.4 GPA. She had a soft spot for the de Chagny kid and all other kids who despised homework.
"My tests are passable, honey. Maybe if they did their homework once in a blue moon, they would pass my mid term." Erik was frustrated. 6:29pm. "Bailey, I have to go get started on the beef now, if I want to finish my grading by a decent hour. I'll call you tomorrow before I head off to class, okay?"
"Fine. Goodnight Erik, I love you." Erik rubbed his temples.
"I love you too."
With dinner almost ready and it being five after seven, Erik waited anxiously for Christine. He felt bad for cutting off his conversation with Bailey, but he was getting annoyed with her judgmental remarks about his teaching style. Tidying up the bedroom, he finally heard the doorbell ring. Rushing downstairs, he brought down with him the bouquet of red roses. Erik took a deep breath and opened the door, pleasantly surprised at what awaited him on his porch. She wore a lavender dress, a gray cardigan draping over her muscular shoulders. Her hair was tied in a tight French braid. She wore contact lenses this time.
"Christine, you look wonderful." Handing her the flowers, her green eyes widened at the beautiful sight. "These are for you."
"Erik, you shouldn't have; they're absolutely gorgeous." She took a flower between her fingers, smelling the petal's sweet scent. Gesturing for her to join him inside, she stepped inside the red painted house. A few stray moving boxes graced the wooden floor as she took in her surroundings. Erik had a large collection of books, which would make sense because he was an English teacher. In the corner of the living room was a grand piano, shinier than ever.
"Dinner is almost ready, Christine. Make yourself comfortable." Christine sat down on the brown couch, scanning the room for hints as to who Erik was. She could tell that his fiancée did most of the decorating.
"Did you just move here?" Erik nodded, bringing two glasses of red wine to her.
"About three weeks ago we moved into this house. It's nice, I guess." Erik shrugged his shoulders, handing the glass of wine to Christine. "How was class?"
"Boring, I hate math. I'm not good at it." Christine pouted, take a whiff of the delicious wine. "Do you play piano?"
"Yes, I do. I also play violin." Erik paused, glancing over at the grand piano. "I teach Advanced Music Theory at the university, you know." Christine nodded knowingly, taking a sip of the wine. "How did you know?"
"My friend Antoinette told me. She's in your English class too. She told me she's auditioned for your class and that you hated her!" Christine giggled loudly, blushing furiously at the professor who sat beside her.
"I hate no one! She was just fine, but she just wasn't what I was looking for in a voice. I told her to come back her senior year. She still has one more year." Christine rolled her eyes at the professor, turning around and sighing happily. Leaning back into his chest, she snuggled up against the warmth of his body. "Did you write that essay on purpose, Christine?" The thought had been looming in his mind for quite some time, but the silence was uncomfortable and the words spilled out before he could stop them.
"Well..." She began, placing her hand on his thigh. "I knew that it would get your attention and that you would probably want to talk to me about it. All I wanted was for you to talk to me, Erik..." Christine had set her glass of wine down on the coffee table, her eyes dark with lust. She straddled the tall man, pulling at the hairs at the back of his neck. "Whether I wrote it on purpose or not... I still got your attention, no?"
"Yes, you did." He whispered, peeling off her sweater. Her skin was hot, the flesh heated with desire. His lips met her shoulder, then her neck as he sucked on the skin endlessly with passion. She made some cute noise, sending Erik into oblivion. With one swift motion, Christine was on her back and the tall professor was on top of her. His hands grabbed her thighs, squeezing her taut muscles. He aimlessly wondered where she got her muscle from as he lifted her dress up to her waist. "N-No underwear?" Christine bit her lip as she eyed her English teacher up and down, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.
"What? Did you want me to wear them?" She giggled softly, her laugh permeating the thick, hot air between them. Batting her eyelashes not-so-innocently, his fingers found her wet, oh so wet sex and she couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. "Teacher... What... What are you d-doing?" She breathed out, his fingers moving dangerously slow. His thumb found her swollen clit, pressing down on it gently. Pleased with her erotic responses, he leaned down to her collar bone and placed two kisses on either side. She could feel him smiling against her skin in victory, sweet, sweet victory.
"I'm doing what you asked me to do..." He whispered against her skin, his fingers curling tightly hitting that spot that caused her to arch her back and buck her hips.
"I-I... N-Never asked you for anything!" She cried out, rolling her hips in euphoric longing. With a truncated laugh, he leaned down and curled his fingers once more, putting pressure where he knew she could do nothing, but writhe in an insurmountable wave of pleasure.
"You come to me with no underwear and this is your punishment. Now, be a good girl and tell me who you belong to."
Oh, how it felt good to be in charge. She bucked her hips against his fingers, wanting more push, more friction. He gave no such give. He at a excruciatingly slow pace began to pull his fingers out of her, her wetness hitting the cool air surrounding them. He glanced down at his fingers, glancing back at the frustrated girl whose eyes were clouded with lascivious thoughts. Biting her lip, she nodded furiously, hoping that he would give into her helplessness.
"Tell me!" He shouted. Erik tore his shirt off, her eyes trailing down the toned chest. Before she could look any farther, one hand was on her covered breast, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric. His other hand was deep within her, his fingers curling and scissoring; a sensation she had never felt before. "Christine, tell me who you belong to..." His tone was sultry, his thumb moving in circles on her clit. With one last defeated moan, she looked up at him with impossibly wide eyes, giving in to the one man she would give anything and everything to, willing and full-heartedly.
"You, you Professor Lantier! I'm all yours teacherrrrrr..." She breathed out, her chest heaving with an inexplicable surge of desire. His eyes darkened as he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto her jaw. With a final curl of his fingers, he gentle placed a kiss to her quivering jaw and exhaled deeply, knowing that this was going to be a long night.
"All mine, kitten... And don't you ever forget it."