Dumb girls just were not his thing. Or at least not dumb girls who put in no effort. He respected the students that maybe didn’t pass with a 4.0 and struggled through their courses, but they made a strong effort to learn the material. That was the type of girl that he could get a hard on from, and still maintain respect. Unfortunately (or maybe not), no such girl had walked through his door all semester.
The worst part about being a first year teacher though in a small school, it automatically meant he got to be the after school tutor for students that needed the extra help, Monday through Friday which meant at 4 o clock on a beautiful spring afternoon, he was cooped up inside a stuffy classroom that was empty apart from him. He had a few students stop in every now and again during the week, but not once all year had anybody come in on a Friday. And he didn’t blame them; even he didn’t want to be here. So, he sat at his desk checking his Facebook while staring at a dull empty classroom.
“Mr. Harson?” The voice nearly knocked him out of his chair. He knew there was no faculty left or any students for that matter, well except this one. When he looked up, he once again almost fell out of his chair. The girl standing in his doorway was surely not in any of his classes, he would have noticed her. She had long brown hair, bright green eyes, and an average body. Her chest was not significantly large, her stomach not noticeably flat, nothing in particular stood out. But she had a raw natural beauty that she didn’t cover up with pounds of makeup, nor was she dressed like a slut like many of his female students (well maybe all of his female students). She had on a thin layer of eye liner that made her eyes pop, and he could tell she also had on chap stick because of the slight shin of her soft pink lips. She wore a simple pair of jeans that fit her well bright blue hoodie with flip flops. He could tell she had not put a lot of thought into the outfit, but he liked that, a lot.
“Ummm, oh yeah, that’s me. Can I help you with something Miss….”
“Erin.”
“Miss. Erin?”
She smiled shyly, “No, just Erin.” The blush creeping up her neck sent chills down his spine. “Are you the tutor?” He was shocked. He figured she needed something silly like to borrow a textbook or something.
“Yeah, that me,” he responded sarcastically. She looked offended at his words, like they were a personal jab at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just such a beautiful day outside. Normally nobody comes in here on Fridays so I sit here and throw pity parties for myself.” She stared blankly at him while he rambled on.
“Ummm… Okay? I just need some help getting through Anatomy. I’d like to finish with a decent grade at the end of the semester, but I’m just struggling to get through it. I typically wouldn’t get help, but I have tried everything and this is sort of my last option.” He pinched himself, just to confirm he was not dreaming…. Nope, this is seriously happening.
“I would be glad to help. You can call me Tyler by the way. I hate Mr. Harson, that’s what people call my grandfather.” She smiled that shy smile again, causing him to lose his train of thought. “So, umm… what is it you need help with exactly?”
“Human Anatomy; body parts, and ummm…” Her face suddenly turned bright red and she stammered and mumbled the rest of her sentence.
“What part specifically? Bones? Muscles? Digestive System?”
“Reproductive systems and sex organs,” she whispered softly enough that he had to strain to hear her. Once he registered what she said, he had to push aside the immediate thoughts that jumped through his brain.
“I think I can help you there,” he reassured her with a smile. “Why don’t you come sit down and we can get started?” She walked over to him and took the seat he had pulled dangerously close to his own chair. “What is it you don’t understand?” he asked trying to get a better idea of what she needed help with.
“Function and placement,” she whispered back. “I have a hard time telling from the diagrams in the book where things are and what had what name.” Now it was his turn to blush as once again, his mind turned down a dirty path.
“Well, let’s open up your book and see.” As soon as she got to the pages, he understood her confusion. The pictures were dark and blurry and cartoon drawn. Nothing like real life, considering the textbook was making an attempt at modesty. Stupid censorship, he thought to himself.
“For the test, she is bringing in a realistic dumby and we have to label parts from it, but if I can’t tell what’s what and where, how am I supposed to do that?”
“Yeah, I understand where you are coming from. These books are worthless. Humm, let me think. Does the science lab has a model we can use or something that could help.”
“No, the board wouldn’t approve anything like that. They said it was inappropriate and did not belong on school grounds near “hormonal teenage boys and girls.’” She did her best impression of the superintendent as she quoted him, causing Tyler to laugh.
“That actually sounds a lot like him.” She smiled at the compliment and visibly relax a little.
Feeling a little more comfortable himself, he questioned her. “Do you trust me?” With a questioning look on her face, she slowly nodded yes. “Okay, this may be a little unorthodox, and if you are uncomfortable with it, please tell me.”
“Okay?” With her permission, he pulled up his internet on his phone, knowing what he was searching for would be blocked on the schools server. He found a search engine and typed in what he wanted, found a picture he felt might be helpful and turned the screen to show Erin. Her eyes widened and she stared in shock at what her teacher had just pulled up on his phone. Staring at her was a full blown, pornographic photo of a naked man with an erection.
Gauging her reaction, he prepared himself for a slap in the face or her to freak out. Instead, she looked up at him with an innocent smirk, “Well, I guess that’s one way to learn.” His face busted into a grin at her comment.