Mr. Matthew’s (part 4)
“You’re Mr. Matthews?” I squeaked out. That night was so fresh in my mind. It didn’t help that that was two months ago.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, a little apprehensively.
I was so shocked at seeing him. My realization that I had had a one-night stand with my son’s teacher was plowing through my mind.
I never expected to see him again. It was one beautiful night, and we went our separate ways. We had not even exchanged phone numbers. My head had been too cloudy to think, and he had received a phone call. After it, he left immediately but apologized saying it was an emergency.
“I…I’m here for the parent teacher conferences. You’re a teacher?” I blurted out. I knew teachers could have a life outside of teaching, obviously. But in my mind, I couldn’t believe he was my son’s teacher. His favorite teacher. The one he always comes home and talks about. The one who has inspired him to get into coding and programing and all that technical jazz.
I wondered how those fingers would look roaming fiercely over the keyboard as he wrote code? Wow just the idea of his fingers moving turned me on in this very classroom…that my son, Austin will be in in the morning.
“Yes, I am a teacher.” He said. “Why does that shock you?”
I couldn’t think straight but still managed, “You being my son’s teacher shocks me not you being a teacher, in general.”
He looked at me curiously and I watched his eyes as they moved sporadically as if he was completely analyzing this situation. “I see,” and he went quiet for a second. “Who is your son?”
What did he mean by that? “Austin Philips.” I tried to steady my breathing.
God, we had had such a wild night. That was the craziest and most forward I had ever been with anyone. Well expect Frank. But not to a complete stranger. Who was now sitting at a desk watching me. God he is going to think I am a slut and an unfit mother. For all he knows I go out and do that every other night. The way I acted…he must think so lowly of me.
Now he was standing up and walking towards me? My heart-beat faster every step he took. My whole body went hot with a mix of embarrassment and need. I watched him closely, wondering what he was doing.
“Well Mrs. Philips, why don’t we talk about your son?” He gave me a warm smile and held out his hand toward one of the desks.
That’s right. There was a reason to me being here. I just had to concentrate on that and not the other things. I could definitely do that.
He walked back towards his desk as I took a seat at one in the front row. Lifting up a folder, he opened it and stared at the contents for a long minute. Letting out a breath he said, “Well Austin is a pleasure to have in class and he is my top student. I have even had him teach a couple classes. That boy of yours definitely has a talent with computers…”
The next twenty-minutes we talked all about Austin and what his future could be like. I tried my best not to let my thoughts drift.