Gabriella reminded me every day while I was single as fuck. Women were irritating,
so irritating that, at only thirty three years old, I already had
strands of gray hair in my fade. I named them after the five women
I had serious relationships with. Noah, Gabriella was no lover, only my
student, but she landed her name on the top of my head. She
recently turned eighteen and was nowhere near graduating. She still had tenth grade classes
she had him passed, not one in three years. I had done everything
as her counselor, from notes and home to recommending tutor, and to offering
to put her in credit recovery. All of my efforts were met with silence,
indifference. Nos. What made this shit aggravating was that she was actually
smart. I had done research on her academic past, looking forward forgotten iep
or something, only to find that she made honor roll every year from first
grade to tenth grade. She had unbelievable potential. Then this drastic decline happened
out of nowhere. Well, it wasn't even a decline, it was a
fucking stop. I tried visiting her home for a face to face with her
parents. Her pristine mother, sitting with me in their pristine living room,
gave me no explanation, only promised to make her daughter do better, to
gare her to graduation day. But nothing has changed. I was done with
the situation, even though I had promised I'd never give up on a student.
Since the teacher's persistence got me out of the streets and into my books,
middle school of me had to desire to do something better, a desire
that could be singing and Gabriella, however, there was no such thing.
She came into my office with a note i'd given her Algebra one teacher and
sat down. Hello, mister Eric. Yes, she was rude too.
I wouldn't say nothing to you unless you made her. How, Gabriella,
I brought you here to tell you that you're being dropped from Kingston High.
No response from her. That means I know what it means, mister Eric.
I guess this is good riddance for both of us. It's not good
riddance. I still want to help you, but you won't let me.
This is obviously what you want. What's funny you saying this is what I
want? You don't know about what I want. Okay, then tell me
take a wild guess. The fun kind of answer was that I felt my
head getting hot. Another platinum thread was fucking sprouted on the top of my
head. I'm not a my reader, Gabby. If there is something I'm
not doing or your teachers aren't doing that you feel you need to have academic
success, then you need to let me know. I'll see to it that
it's done for you. Can I see your arm? It took me a
minute to process a request. What is that gonna do? It goes all
the way up, doesn't it your tattoo? I looked at my left foe
arm, the tattoo that could be seen there with my sleeve rolle below my
elbow. Yes, it's a sleeve. I want to see it. I
was going to decline, but I figured there was no harm. I'm butting
my button down, taking my left arm out. That's nice. Thirteen hours
in the chair. Your response is that's nice. I got one last week,
did you h It hurt a little, but I liked it. One
of her eyebrows raised when she said that. She paused like she was waiting
for me to react. I kept my focus on doing my buttons correctly,
So you want to see it? Maybe another time. We should get back
to your grades. It'll be quick. You got to show yours off.
I want to show off mine. Her persistence made me wonder aloud, have
you shown your friends? I don't have any friends, mister Eric, you
know that. That explained her eagerness. I agreed to see the tattoo with
the ulterior motive in mine. She had no friends, so I was gonna
be her friend. Maybe it minding over tattoos were created a breakthrough with her.
I immediately regretted my motive when she stood up and began undoing her belt.
Get re yelling, if you have to expose yourself to show me,
please stop. That didn't stop her. She turned around, pulling her jeans
down her ass, and there it was, two cherries on her right ass,
cheek still swollen from the needle. That's lovely. Now please pull your
pants back up. I looked away, trying not to think of the shit
that I be in if somebody came parting through my door. Even harder,
I was trying not to think about the erection that was blossoming in my slacks.
I hadn't looked at her as a woman. Ever, never had my
eyes on her with any interest besides interest in helping her succeed in life.
I never noticed that she was rather thick chubby, her hips wide giving way
to thighs and a gnash that were just as substantial with the throng she wore.
Her ass was on full display, the cheeks more square than round,
more fleshy than firm. No cell you like, A slap to them will
leave a bright, angry handprint on the light tone flesh created a loud and
sharp sound as the cheeks jiggled like jello. Gabby, pull your pants up
before somebody come in here. My voice came out deeper than usual, giving
away my feelings. She did that laugh of hers. She did the opposite
of what I said, taking her pants completely off. I ran a hand
down my face. Gabriella, come on beleave for her cooperation. One on
deaf ears that she also took her jacket off. Oh no, no,
lock on the door. Oh well, I'm gonna have to cause security.
Gabby do it then, don't make me. Ain't gonna do shit. My
voice was weak, like I was high. I was in a way high
on the knee for this student suddenly turned woman, this demon, this potential
fucking career killer. She was coming around my desk. My finger on the
auto die button number three, it would ring straight to securities front desk.
She was right there now, right beside me. What are you doing,
Gabby? You know I've been thinking about this since you came to my house.
Rhonda said, I wasn't home, but I was. She's evil like
that. She wanted me to see her take away somebody that cared about me.
I saw you too. Fuck it. I closed my eyes in shame.
Oh you thought I didn't know. That hadn't been for her or anyone
to know. It was a moment of weakness. I realized the absurdity of
her words. She didn't take me awake. Every other I was still on
your side after that. You can't say I wasn't. She said nothing.
She was touching me now. Nail's caressed in the back of my neck.
I handled my chest. What is this some kind of competition between you and
your mama. Look, I don't want to be a part of that.
You're already a part of it, mister Eric. You've been trying to get
me to graduate, trying to save me do you know why I stopped caring
about school? Why? Because Ronda was making plans for me to go to
Yale. I couldn't give her the satisfaction. I let my grades go all
the way down. You and her have been playing tugle war this whole time.
I got up and moved away from her. So you ruined your whole
life to piss off your mama. That's fucking stupid. Well, according to
my grades, that's what I am. She looked me in my eyes and
sat on my desk and then began partner her thick thighs like this, or
would you rather do it like you did her? She bent over the desk,
moving her pennies to aside for full access to her puffy rosie pussy.
Her shit was already wet, and I was a man with a weakness for
women, as could be seen by my hair. I should have thrown it
around myself and I have naked and all. I should have called security.
I should have went screaming into the night because this here with her and me
and me and her mother and her and her mother was fucking crazy. But
obviously I like crazy because I didn't tell her no, not even when she
took those middle soga panties off and undid my pants. Thank you for listening
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