Ethics Class Action 03

Laurie keeps smirking and chuckling. I am attempting to remain professional but I am enjoying making my student's mother laugh. I glance out the side of my eye at my student Aurora and she looks stone cold pissed at her mom.

Aurora sharply asks, "Mom, isn't it time to go?"

Laurie stops smiling and stares at Aurora, "Aurora, why don't you get your bags in the back of the car. I will just grab a business card for Professor Harris." Aurora grabs her things from my car looking visibly irritable.

I jokingly reply (in hopes of lightening the mood), "Please just call me Janet. Ms. Jackson if you're nastyyyyy."

Laurie bursts at the seams and begins chuckling. Aurora climbs into her Mom's SUV and sits in the vehicle with her arms folded staring at her mother and I.

Laurie looks back at Aurora and then looks at me, "She wouldn't get it. She doesn't know who Janet it is... or Rebbie for that matter." We both snicker.

I bravely and gently crawl my fingers quickly up Laurie's arm and sing, "Centipede!"

Laurie exclaims, "Ohhhhhh my miss that song. It was the best one Rebbie had. She could have seriously went places had she just stuck with it."

As Laurie and I exchange business cards and converse about the Jacksons, The Sylvers, and make each other smile ear-to-ear, we hear a quick horn honk.

It was Aurora who looked at us as if we stole cookies from the cookie jar.

I yelled out to Aurora, "It's my fault. Your Mom is a delight. I will give her back to you now!"

I lean into Laurie and ask if Aurora is going to be alright. Laurie smiled, "She'll survive. Mrs. Harris, you and I really need to grab a bite sometime. I mean it. I really like talking to you."

I whispered to her leaning in closer than ever at this point, "It's Miss. Please call me D."

Laurie curiously whispers back, "What's the D for?"

I answered, "If I told you, you might bring about a class action lawsuit and take all of my degrees, my cars, my homes, and my Jackson 5 vinyls." She begins laughing again and I am just loving her laugh.

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Text chime: "Hey, it's Laurie from earlier. What are you doing tonight? Aurora's out with her buddies. No telling when she'll be back."

I replied, "How about a movie. Want to see what's playing at the theater house? My treat."

Shower, dry-off, get dressed, body spray, deodorant, more body spray, shape-up, do not sleep with her, and maybe an arm around the shoulder is the extent of physical interaction.

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Laurie's Point of View

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Sneaking with the professor. It sounds like the title of a dirty movie. What am I doing? Why did I send that text? Gosh darn it! She's cute. I'm cute. She's funny. I love laughing. It felt good to laugh. Oh my! It felt good to laugh and breath. It felt good to have a mature conversation outside of work for a change. It really feels like ever since David ran off with that bimbo, Aurora has buried her head in her books and I have had no one to talk to. Why am I doing this? I guess I just want to be around someone who makes me laugh again. The feeling that came over me when Professor Harris... I mean "Dee"... when she tickled her fingers up my arm and said "Centipede" like Rebbie Jackson, that rush that came over me... I want to feel that again.

The closeness I felt when we giggled about the Jackson Five, The Sylvers; I want to feel that again. However, I do wonder why Aurora looked upset while I was chatting with Dee. I also found it perplexing why she would not tell me how everything had gone with her finals. I got her grades in the mail. Straight As like always. Maybe her Dad ditching us for our former Nanny has caused Roarz to resent me. Speaking of the devil..."Aurora, you're back early". Aurora comes in through the front door, glares at me and dryly says, "I'm just grabbing some jammies. I'm staying overnight with Sammie and Melz if it's cool."

As she saunters up the stairs to her room, I yell up, "It would be great if we can sit and talk sometime this weekend. You know. About your Dad? About Yesenia? I just need to hear from you about how you're feeling "Roarz". "

Aurora walks back downstairs with an overnight duffle and stands squarely in front of me inches from my face, "Mom. Roarz? Rora is bad enough. I'm 20, mom. You called me Roarz in the sandbox. Don't wait up. I'll be fine with my friends through the weekend. Melz Mom said it was fine."

I hug her and she made little to no effort to receive it, walks out the door, turns back around, looks at me, and says, "Mom, you look really cute. Whoever the lucky guy is, don't do the snorty thing you do when you can't control your laugh. Bye" She hops into Little Melanie's jeep (who isn't little anymore). Melanie yells, "See ya, Mrs. Andrews." They peel off into the direction of Melanie's home.

I wave and why are my eyes welling up? What the fudge! I'm alone in this house again. Not for long. I am going to the movies with Dee. Where's her business card again? I need to save her number. 'Deeana Harris.' Cute.

I should not be speeding to the Theater House. Okay. Where to park. Where to park. Is that her truck? Yep that's the same one from this morning. Should I pull up next to her? Would that seem desperate of me to pull up right next to her? Nah. Go park somewhere else because if this date goes badly, we are not walking in the same direction to our vehicles. Okay. Turn your car off. Put your fob in your purse. Just a couple more spritz of perfume should do. Check your eyeliner. Undo one more button. There. That looks better. Step out and hike your jeans up a little higher. Okay, lock your car doors. I'll just go stand by the entrance so she can walk upon me and be like 'wow'.

*************************************************************************************************************Professor Harris (AKA "Deeana" // AKA "Dee's" Point of view)

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There she is. What is it with this family and cleavage? Ooooooh. Those look great. Okay, stop staring at those. Walk upon her with eye contact. Make her laugh. Wait a minute. What is that? That's "sadness". Why come to a date with sad eyes? She's opening her arms for a hug. Be good. Normal hug. Oh, those are soft. She smells good. What is that? Sniff her neck. She giggled. Sniff it again, "Libre? Is that Yves Saint Laurent Libre?"

She pulls away from me, "Yes. That is quite impressive. You know perfumes?"

I reply nervously, "Only a handful. Well just a few. I like smelling everything. My brain just remembers scents or something. It gets frustrating at times. My brain will not shut up about it until I figure out the aroma. Speaking of things that begin with "A" and end with "A", is your daughter okay? She seemed a little I don't know. "

Laurie's eyes go sad again and requests, "Professor Harris?"

I interrupt, "Call me Dee."

Laurie corrected herself, "Dee. Sorry. Could we talk at one of the tables in the food court?"

We walk to the food court, sit, and Laurie begins to talk about her engagement, her marriage to Aurora's Dad "David", how he ran off with a nanny named "Yesenia" a few weeks ago, how Aurora's personality changed during this period and how Laurie believes Aurora blames her for David leaving.

I get up, sit on the same side of the table with Laurie and asked her if it was okay to give her a hug. She hugged me and we held each other for what seemed like for ever. While holding her I quietly spoke in her ear:

"There is nothing you could have done to stop what happened. It was set in motion when he decided to leave his family. You can continue to wrestle with it, rationalize it, make sense out of it, and punish yourself. You can also say you wish him the best, you wish him peace, and you wish him safety. When you wish people well, it is my opinion that the universe hears it and rewards you with hope, kindness, patients, joy, understanding, pleasure, and so many other gifts making this life a little more bearable. He may attempt to return once he sees he forfeited his real life for a fantasy. He may also see he was probably a fool to leave one of the most beautiful "laughs" I have every heard in my 40+ years of living." Laurie at this point broke cry-laughing and snorting. I could listen to that for hours. I grab Kleenex from my pouch.

She apologizes as she delicately pats her eyes in an attempt to not disrupt her eyeliner. She stated she needed to refresh in the restroom. I counted 4 minutes and she texted me to come see if her face looked okay. I went in there and barely made it out.

I thought she legit needed help in the restroom stall. I go inside, she locks it. Before I could say her eyes looked great, her eyes weren't all too sad anymore. It was giving off more like a "now". It was like a "Kiss me now" kind of thing vibrating off of her and on to me. I did not kiss her because I did not want to be misinterpreting what I believed to be communicated. She so slowly got closer to my face. That's what I was waiting for. "Laurie, your eyes look fine. Well, they look great." She kissed my chin. She kissed my neck without asking as well.

I told her, "This feels amazing but we should probably get our snacks before the previews start." She kept kissing my neck. I, Dee, was slowly getting activated. Laurie better chill out. She didn't.

I took over and slowly grabbed the back of her neck to send a message, looked in her eyes, kissed her forehead, placed the toilet cover down, sat on the toilet cover, yanked her to straddle me, and grabbed the back of her neck again. Kissing her softly, I re-routed my interest and began sucking on her neck and collar bone. I undid her shirt a little more, lightly bit her shoulders. Her neck is turning red. Her respiration is quickening. Grabbing her ass under her jean skirt felt like therapy for me. Removing her breasts from her bra was fun. Playfully biting and flicking my tongue on her large nipples made her louder than she preferred to be.

Now, for my final trick, there is a move I only save for my age demographic. I want to see if she's ever experienced the bottom of someone's wrist on her clitoris. I chose the right nipple to fixate on. I sucked on that nipple as if she was feeding me. While massaging her right ass cheek, I slipped my left wrist (with the tiniest dot of Icy Hot) on to her private region and began softly running my wrist back and forth along her thong. She is really wet and I hope she has not already came. Both of her hands kept scratching up the back of my shirt. I can tell she would look down at what I am doing from time to time. She then would look up trying not to vocalize too loudly what she was experiencing. When she climaxes, it is different. She is directly in my ear, "Deeannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." "Uhhhhhhhhhh". Just hearing that. I felt tired and just wanted to lay down with her.

I placed her large full sweaty, reddened breasts back in her bra, fixed her bra while we were still kissing each other.

Security came and tapped on the stall door and said, "Get a room." We did by the way. I even invited the security officer who was kinda cute. She declined because she's married and her wife wouldn't go for that. At least the damn security guard has some ethics and morals. Me? I just have a little class and can definitely bring the action.