The Sinful Obsession

Chapter 6

9 AM texting

Jake:

hey, you remember how I was saying the other day that you have horrible work hours and it's inhumane to require people to wake up before 5:30 in the morning?

Amy:

Yes. I remember that. I'm assuming you're about to ask me for a favor regarding my work hours.

J

Would you mind using your horrible work hours to do me a favor?

A

What?

J

So you know how I've been complaining all week that I have this important meeting after school today and how I totally need to not forget that yellow file at home? I left it by the door this morning

A

Haven't you had sticky notes on the inside of your front door all week so you couldn't leave this morning without seeing the reminders to not forget the file? So you couldn't miss them and they were impossible to not notice?

J

Yup

A

You walked right out the door without even reading them, didn't you?

J

Yup

Amy sighed, because he really was hopeless when it came to things like this.

J

I know I'm a lost cause. And I'd like to promise that this will never happen again, but that's guaranteed to be a lie. Is today your work from home day? I know I should know that by now since it's the same day every week, but I can't even remember my own important yellow folder so it's kinda hopeless on me trying to remember which days you have you have to be at work by 6 AM and the one day a week that you get to just work a few hours at your place. So I can't remember if it's Friday or Thursday that you get to do boring stuff on computers in your pajamas. Or maybe it's Monday. Or Tuesday. I know for sure it's not Wednesday. Best boyfriend ever, right?

A

What time do you need it by?

J

I was hoping if it wasn't too much trouble you might take pity on me and come drop off the file by 4 :D? I mean, I can probably stall like 10 minutes past if it comes to that, but it'll look supes unprofessional. I know it's all my fault and I'm an i***t, but I'll get you loads of ice cream if you help me :3

A

What time do you need it by to look extremely professional?

J

3:45 would make a great impression and I might actually seem prepared for once in my life

A

The file will be in your hands by 3:45, but you're coming home with the organic strawberry ice cream I like, okay?

J

You're a life saver

Amy finally found the room number that Jake said was his (307), but she was lucky she didn't get lost in the halls. Apparently he told the front office in advance she was coming by later that afternoon because they were expecting her, and she still had to sign in and get a visitor's pass, but they just let her walk around by herself. She didn't even get an unofficial escort- they just trusted her. Though really, they must have trusted Jake because she was sure that even parents of kids who went to the school would have gotten walked in and shown around the first few times. The perks of dating a teacher.

She hadn't been inside an elementary school since she was a student at one herself. Even though she loved school when she was a kid, all her life she had never once wanted to be a teacher. When she was fantasizing about future careers when as a kid she wanted to be in charge of a business team, not in charge of a classroom. If she did go into education she probably would have wanted to be on a board of directors or something- even a principal would've been too close to being a teacher and dealing with kids and parents all day.

So she never wanted to be a teacher, but she always did kinda want to be able to walk around a school like she belonged. As a kid she never got to see the file room, or the storage closets, or the workroom. She had forgotten how much she wanted to see that stuff when she was younger- all the boring stuff that was off limits because she was 10 years old at the time.

She was going to have to see if she could come by after school next time and Jake could help her fulfill some school fantasies. Not even kinky school fantasies, but childhood school fantasies. Obviously she didn't go to the elementary school that Jake worked at, but he could still get her in to see a real elementary school file room that she had so wrongly been denied access from because she was such a responsible 4th grader. She didn't even want to do anything kinky like kiss him when they got to the file room. She just really, really wanted to see a file room.

It was good to be dating a teacher.

She didn't even think she had the right room at first. There were kids all completing a work sheet quietly and she noticed an adult sitting at a teacher's desk in the back corner of the room, but she didn't think it was Jake.

Sure, it was an adult male with short brown hair that was focused on grading papers on his desk, but he was so still. Jake was always bouncing off the walls. While Jake Perry's natural state was vibrating with energy, the man sitting at the desk wasn't even tapping his fingers in the hand that wasn't holding the pen. The stranger in the seat was actually calm.

Plus, even though his head was tilted down and she couldn't see his whole face, he was wearing glasses. Her boyfriend did not wear glasses.

She was about to walk down to the office again to get some help finding her way to the right room, until the stranger moved his attention to input grades into a computer program, his concentration shifting back and forth from the screen to the papers and Amy Sanchez found out that her boyfriend did in fact wear glasses.

He probably assumed that she would text him if she was coming way earlier than 3:45, so safe to say he wasn't expecting her to be standing at his door at 1:30 PM. Amy thought that it would be fun to surprise him, so she didn't tell him how early she would be arriving. He probably wouldn't be in focused teacher mode if he was expecting her to come by anytime soon.

It was great watching him in a different environment.

She was just leaning against the door that was wide open on a door stop the whole time, but he was so focused that he didn't even look in her direction.

While Jake was focused without his ADD eyes bouncing off the walls, the 3rd graders... not so much. She wasn't even there 60 seconds until a kid saw her and she held up her finger in a silent shushing motion over her smile. A few minutes later five more kids were in on the conspiracy and even though they didn't know who she was, they got that it was a practical joke on their teacher that another adult was encouraging.

When most of the class was in on it they managed to hold in their giggles, but they were being the loud sort of quiet that only children could manage to be- even not making a peep or whispering they were restless noise that only a group of kids could do as a whole.

It was obvious that Jake noticed the noise, but was just ignoring them and hoping if he left it alone their distraction would die out instead of the whole class erupting if he commented on it, but he also probably thought that their distraction was one of the kids and not someone standing at the door for him.

By 10 minutes only two of the students hadn't noticed her, and when one looked up from the worksheet she laughed a very distinct laugh that she tried to hold in but it bursted through her fingers, and all of the students whipped their head at her for breaking the illusion.

“Is there something funny about subtracting fractions, Jamie?” Jake asked without glancing up, but even without knowing any of the kids in his class it was clear the question was directed at the girl with the distinct high pitched giggle.

“Mr. Perry, someone's at the door,” Jamie said to bring him in on the loop too.

At that Jake looked up, and when he saw it was her he dropped all the maturity and immediately picked up his goofy grin.

Amy tilted her head to invite him to speak to her in the hallway and he reminded the kids that if they finished their worksheets they could bring out and work on their art projects from earlier that morning, which immediately refocused them on the task at hand.

“What are you doing here so early? I thought you weren't gonna be for two hours,” Jake's grin was sign enough of how pleased he was to see her.

“I missed you,” she smiled. “I like you in glasses. How did I not know that you wore them?”

She was positive she'd never seen him wear any, and she was pretty sure she would have stumbled across a pair when she was looking for something or another because he just crammed stuff anywhere and everywhere. It was damn near impossible to find anything at his place. She spent a good 10 minutes the other day just sifting through all the drawers at his computer desk looking for a stapler (the stapler turned up the next day in buried at the bottom of the hall closet under a pile of jackets- with no explanation for how it got there). Amy was sure she would have seen a pair of glasses in one of his junk drawers by now.

It was completely unfair how cute he looked in glasses. Huge, dorky glasses too. Thick black frames that took his usual cute and childish expressions and upgraded them from adorable to adorkable. She usually thought that glasses made people look a little bit older and more mature, but Jake's huge glasses made him look a good 10 years younger like an eager and wide eyed grad student ready for midterm exams. Seriously, seriously cute.

“I'm fine most of the time outside of school, but kids have the worst handwriting ever and I spend hours all day trying to decipher it,” he said with a tap to the rims. “I don't use 'em much, but I was doing those awful bubble sheets every spare moment I had this morning, so on days like these I don't even bother straining my eyes trying to adjust.”

She wasn't so unprofessional that she wanted to get him in trouble but since there wasn't anyone in the hallway and they were out of the vantage point of any of the 3rd grade classrooms she didn't think it would hurt give him a quick kiss on the cheek, but when she pulled back he scolded her like she had done something beyond scandalous.

“Are you crazy? I'm a gross teacher. The kids will freak out if they see me acting like a real human being!”

Amy couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes, but she figured it would be best not to drag out her interruption.

“Ice cream. Strawberry,” she said and pushed the yellow file in his chest.

“You're the boss, boss.”

Of course he had the extra important meeting which she knew meant that he would be home even later than usual, but he at least texted her when he was done and en route with the strawberry ice cream so she was standing at his doorstep with the sweetest smile on her face when he pulled into his driveway.

And she kept that sweet smile on until they were both inside and the door shut behind them, then pushed him against the door and kissed him hard.

Even though he wasn't expecting the ardent attack without even taking more than a couple steps in his house, and even though he still had the grocery bag with the strawberry ice cream around his fingers, he was quick to get swept up in her frenzy.

He was kinda expecting her to want to dig into the ice cream first thing, not dig into him.

But it was clear from her desperation that she had been waiting on him to get home, not the groceries he was bringing. Even with the slight surprise, it wasn't like it was possible for him to resist getting infected by her impatience and he set the expensive, organic ice cream down on the floor while still lip locked (even though he felt like dropping it then).

When Amy moved onto nipping his neck and unbuttoning his shirt the furthest thing from his mind was the ice cream that was beginning to melt, but he had to ask what brought this on. He was curious to say the least about what was so different about today that he got the f**k-you-against-the-door treatment first thing.

“What's all this for?” He smirked, but lost his smirk when Amy bit his throat harsh enough to make him groan as a lesson for teasing.

“God, Mr. Perry is so hot. I don't think I've ever seen you serious for a moment. And today you actually looked like a mature and responsible grown up. I'm more than happy with normal goofy you, but I haven't stopped thinking about you in authority figure mode all day.”

He would have teased her about being kinky then and there, but he settled on saving it for later when he was going to go back to get some more ice cream from the store, because the one on the floor was going to be melted by the time they were through with this, and he wasn't going to break away from his super hot and kinky girlfriend just to put some stupid yet slightly costly ice cream in the freezer.