[i]’This is like some kind of dream…’[/i]

Eva watched in awe as the older woman at the front of the classroom froze at hearing her first name. The rapid tap and scrape of the chalk had ceased and room was suddenly dead quiet. [i]’Turn around,’[/i] Eva thought silently, holding her breath. [i]’Show me your face… Oh. My. God.’[/i] 

It was Stevie all right. Eva stared back at her from the back of the room with an incredulous look on her face. Stevie seemed shocked to see her as well; Her face had turned an adorable shade of red, but now it was quickly draining of all color. She seemed at a loss for words, her eyes revealing every flicker of complicated emotion passing through her. Eva couldn’t help but recall all the little things she had done to the older woman over the summer to make those eyelashes of hers flutter like they were now. As if Stevie could hear her thoughts, her face began to heat up again…

[i]”See me immediately after class.”[/i]

Eva’s lip twitched into a devilish smirk. “Yes ma’am.”

She gave Stevie a coy wink, just before the woman whirled back around to face the blackboard. [i]’As cute as ever.’[/i]. The smirk stayed plastered on her face as the lecture resumed. Eva was actually more attentive and quiet during the remainder of the class than she had ever been before, keen to catch every word from the teacher’s lips – though she [i]might[/i] have let her mind wander once or twice, remembering how those lips had felt against her own. The other students seemed to attribute Eva’s silence to their new teacher’s victory over her and treated Stevie more respectfully for it. 

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The end of first period couldn’t come fast enough. Rather than springing out of her chair as she usually did, Eva remained seated as the bell rang, watching the rest of the class trickle out of the room. A couple of her friends hung around to talk to her for a moment and to give her pitying remarks for Miss Mark’s strict adherence to the rules, and Eva pretended to be sullen about the whole thing. But as soon as the room was empty, her face lit up with a mischievous grin.

[i]"Close the door."[/i]

Eva practically skipped to the classroom door and closed it quietly. She had butterflies in her stomach and was wasn’t at all phased by the slight frown on Stevie’s face. The student smiled at her knowingly as she approached her desk and stood in front of her seated figure, hands clasped behind her innocently. 

“You wanted to see me, Miss Marks?” she cooed in a suggestive tone. Eva laughed and dropped the act to lean against her teacher’s desk, almost sitting on it. “Never in a million years,” she chuckled, “would I have expected this.” She gave the older woman an appreciative once over with her gaze. “Look at you. Very professional, and still sexy as hell. How have you been Stevie? I missed you.”

She really had. Sure, maybe they had started their summer fling knowing that their relationship wouldn’t be long term, and it may have been a purely physical thing, but Eva had fond memories of their encounters. Afterward, she had regretted not keeping in touch. It was strange though because as intimate as she’d been with this woman physically, she really barely knew her at all. 

“You don’t know how [i]relieved[/i] I was to see it was you,” she went on, sitting farther up on the desk and swinging her legs. She was close enough to where the other woman was sitting in her chair that she almost touched her legs with each idle swing. “For a second I thought I really was going to have to go to detention!” She laughed. “And that part about summer school, that was good, Stevie. You’re a strict one, aren’t you. Not that I’d mine getting [i]tutored[/i] by you over the summer. Again.” She gave her another playful grin. She’d slipped off one of her shoes and her socked foot was gently touching her teacher’s leg, slowly dragging upwards. She reached the top of her thigh and began sneaking her toes under the edge of her skirt. “I’d teach you a few things too, of course…” 

Just then the door opened and a male student rushed into the room. Eva promptly slid of the desk and pretended to look nonchalant as she kneeled down to retrieve her shoe. The boy barely glanced at them as he hurried to his desk and grabbed a phone from underneath. “Almost forgot this,” he said, out of breath. He was gone just as quickly as he’d come in, closing the door again behind him.

“..Well that was close!” Eva giggled and bit her lip, glancing at the closed door and back again to Stevie with amusement. She was still kneeling in front of her chair, tugging her shoe back on. “Can you imagine the look on his face if he knew?” She touched the older woman’s ankle and slid her fingertips along the surface of her stockings as she stood up again, blocking her from getting out of her chair. “He’d probably turn just as red as you did earlier.” She reached out and played with the ends of her teacher’s hair. “What were you thinking about anyways?” she asked sweetly.