Extra Credit

Mona:

"Your assignments are written on the board behind me." Uncle Alex, or Mr. Lawson as I am forced to call him at school, was trying to speak over the sounds of the bell and the rustling of everyone trying to pack up their bags. "Have them done by Monday! You have the whole weekend to think of nothing but history!" He smiled at the chuckling students who whizzed by him out the door, ready to start their weekend plans that we all know will have nothing to do with homework. "Mona, can you stay behind a moment?"

I sighed as I slumped back into my chair. "Yes, Mr. Lawson." I had a feeling this would be about my slipping grades, but I was hoping maybe it would be a family matter instead. You never know what might come up when your senior history class is being taught by your Uncle that all your friends think is super hot. I thought he was hot, maybe even sexy, at times too, but then the creepy alarms go off in my head. The alarms that always scream, "Uh, hello?! Earth to Mona! You're related. That's disgusting," thus ruining any daydreaming fun I could be having.

Once the last student cleared out, Uncle Alex walked around to the front of his desk, leaning back on it, hands gripping the edges. This could easily be the start of a porno or any of my friends' wet dreams. Ugh, why am I thinking that again?

"Mona, you are on the verge of failing my class." I could feel my stomach plummet and my throat swell. I knew I was slipping up, but I had no idea it was that bad. "I don't know what is going on with you, but I don't want to be shunned from Thanksgiving because I had to fail my favorite niece." I bit my lip, hard. I didn't want that either, especially since it would be my fault, not his.

"Uncle Alex, I'm so, so sorry. Please, don't tell my mom yet! Is it too late to bounce back?" My gaze kept shifting from him to my empty desk and back again. Guilt began swelling inside me, and I could just picture the look of frustration and disappointment on my mom's face.

With a sigh and rubbing the back of his neck, Uncle Alex moved back around his desk to his seat. "Listen, this assignment due on Monday needs to be perfect. On top of that, I can try to figure out some extra credit to give you." He began to organize the papers on his desk and load up his briefcase. "Cancel any weekend plans you had because you're spending the weekend with me." I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could he continued, "Go home, pack a bag, including your uniform just in case you're with me 'til Monday morning and be ready by six. I'll pick you up." With that, he snapped his briefcase shut and left the classroom.

I sat there, staring at the door for a few moments. He wants me to stay at his house? I haven't been to his house since the house-warming barbeque he had a year ago. I have certainly never been there on my own. I sent a text to the group chat letting them know I won't be able to do anything due to this assignment and my poor grades. A few of them offered their assistance, but I told them my mom wasn't going to allow it knowing how poorly I was doing. They continued blowing up the group chat with various ideas of what the rest of them should do this weekend, and I bitterly muted the notifications.

When I got home, I stared at my open, empty suitcase for what felt like eternity. I had no idea what kind of extra credit work I would be doing. Were we going to go to some museum? Was I going to have to dig through boxes in the garage and do some kind of family history project? Maybe he was just going to make me sit at his kitchen counter and write like 10,000 words on the history of paper. I just didn't know. I decided to pack for all contingencies.

I texted Mom and left a note letting her know I was staying at Uncle Alex's for school stuff, and that she could call either one of us to check the story. I knew she would be in meetings until seven, so she wouldn't get the text or the note until I was already gone. She would probably check in with Alex, not me, and agree to leave me to my fate.

I heard a car horn and peeked out the window. Sure enough, there was Uncle Alex closing the door to his truck and walking toward the front door. He was still wearing what he wore to school, and it was at that moment, I realized I too was still in my school uniform. Crap. I opened the door just as he reached it, a small half-smile planted on my face. He stood there in the doorway, looking me up and down. I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his gaze, which was stupid. He saw me in this uniform everyday. Why would the fact that I'm spending the night at his house change how he would look at me?

"Are you ready?" he asked. I threw on my backpack, and I grabbed my purse and suitcase instead of giving an actual response. Uncle Alex politely took my backpack and suitcase to carry to the truck as I locked up the house. I wonder if he was this old school in his dating life. Oh, I wonder if he has a dating life. It's odd that he's never been married, at least for this family and town. I mean, he's super attractive, has a house and a steady job. I wondered if he's any good in bed. Oh my gosh, why am I wondering about that? I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as images flooded my mind of Alex's lips on mine, and other places on me. I could not bring myself to look at him as I climbed into his truck.

We rode in silence all the way to his house. The tension was palpable. I now understood what people meant when they said they could cut it with a knife. I could smell his cologne or body wash or something, and it was almost hypnotizing. If he was single, I seriously didn't understand how. We reached his house and unloaded the truck in silence. His mouth kept twitching, as if he wanted to say something but kept changing his mind.

"So, where am I crashing?" I asked as I stepped through his front door. It was a small house in a quiet neighborhood. The furniture was fairly basic, second-hand. Looked comfortable and homey, and I quickly wondered if that cushy, brown couch would be my bed for the next couple of nights. Or maybe, I'll be in his bed... I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts from my mind. I didn't know why this fantasy was so prominent lately. Even if he was single, he wouldn't be interested in me. There's an insane age difference. Plus, the whole related thing.

"Guest bedroom, right next to mine. This way," he motioned for me to follow him down the hallway. "Put your stuff in there." I did as I was told to, entering through the door on the right. I dropped my bags, crossed my arms and turned to face him.

"So, what's the plan, Teach?"

"Dinner first, then we'll dive into the books." I followed him out to the kitchen. Uncle Alex got to work making pasta while I prepared a salad. Whatever he had on the stove actually smelled delicious. I don't know why I assumed he probably couldn't cook anything outside the microwave. Probably the typical bachelor stereotype drilled into me by Hollywood. He poured himself a glass of wine and eyed me for a moment holding up the bottle.

"Are you offering me a glass?" I asked incredulously.

"I may be your teacher, but I'm also family. You're not going anywhere, and I'm not letting you get drunk." He shrugged, still holding up the bottle in an offer. I studied him, trying to determine if this was some kind of test. He seemed sincere, and has never really been the narq-type anyway.

I smiled, "Alright, pour me a glass."

We sat at the table and talked about family drama, what I wanted to study in college, if I wanted to go to college and a variety of other small things. We ate the meal we made together, and I had to hold back from making little noises of delight with each bite. I swear I saw Alex hold his breath when one of my little moans of approval slipped through. I felt like I was interrupting his meal too much, and pushed my plate away so I could just focus on chatting and drinking.

Uncle Alex refilled both of our glasses as we continued catching up outside of school topics, and we began cleaning up the table and the kitchen. We seemed to find an easy flow where neither of us got in each other's way. I washed dishes while he dried and put them away. We drank another glass each while laughing about how my other uncle, his older brother, still had no idea it was Grandpa playing regular pranks on him. He tried asking me about my dating life, but I tried to veer away from that topic as I dried off my hands. I don't know if Uncle Alex would be someone I could confide in about my relationship issues, so I'd rather not breach that subject. We moved to the living room, and he told me to grab my backpack. I went back to my room to grab it, and when I came back out, both our glasses were on the coffee table along with the bottle. I was already feeling a buzz, but I was feeling so grown-up I didn't say anything.

"Okay, Mona, take out your history book and binder. First thing's first, you're going to finish the assignment due on Monday." He leaned back onto the couch, casually resting an arm the back and a foot resting on his knee.

"What are you going to do? Sit there and watch me?" I opened my book on the table and laid my binder in my lap. I took another big sip of my wine before setting it on the table.

"Pretty much," he shrugged. "I'm going to make sure you get this done and right. Then, we can move on to the extra credit work." He took out his phone, and he seemed to become immediately engrossed in whatever was on his screen. I sighed as I began reading the chapter our homework was on.

Thirty minutes came and went as blue ink smudged on my left hand moving back and forth across the page. I put down my pen for a moment and downed the rest of my glass. Thirty minutes more felt more like an hour. I marked the book with sticky notes to remember where to find things like names and dates, double-checking that what I had written matched with the information. I looked over at my uncle who looked right back at me with a smirk.

"How's it going? Almost done?" He sounded almost amused by his own question.

I sighed, "I'm not done. I'm close to half-way, but I don't think I can keep my focus up much longer. After grinding away at school all week, Fridays should be about fun and release," I felt bold, so I poured myself another glass of wine, as if making my point. Alex made no move to stop me, rather he leaned forward and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass.

"So, you want to have fun and find some release instead of taking one weekend to crack down and ensure the passing of my class?" He swirled the contents of his glass a bit before taking a swig.

"No, Uncle Alex, that's not what I'm saying." Letting out a sigh of frustration, looking down but not focusing on the words on paper. "I'm just saying -- I'm just saying that," I paused trying to think of what I was trying to say.

"You're just saying that you want to blow off some steam," he finished for me. "I thought we had a little fun with dinner, Mona. I've let you drink plenty of wine tonight, despite the need to start homework. I feel as though I have made this a very relaxing night in spite of your schoolwork." He leaned forward and shifted slightly toward me after saying all this. His face was so close to mine. I bit my lip as my gaze fell on his mouth momentarily. I caught myself, heart racing, as I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. His look felt different. Everything felt different.

"You're right," my voice came out a little scratchy. I could feel my breaths getting heavier. I didn't understand what was happening. All I did understand was I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted... my Uncle Alex. "You've been very generous tonight," I whispered.

"Yes, I have Mona," he brushed his hand across my cheek and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Now, be a good girl and put in thirty more minutes of work, and then maybe we will have some fun." I noticed his gaze lower to my mouth, and then lower. A shiver ran through my whole body. This had to be the wine. There was no way my teacher, my uncle, was looking at me like that.

"Oh, okay. Cool, thanks." My response felt so lame and immature, but I felt at a complete loss. What was happening? Was I imagining the looks he was giving me? Did I want him so bad that I concocted this fantasy? He pulled away from me and leaned back into his previous position. He returned his attention to his phone and his wine, so I did my best to return my attention to my homework.

During this third thirty-minute interval, I found it harder to focus than the first time around. I kept feeling his knee grazing mine when he leaned in close before. I could still feel his hand brush against my cheek. It was as if everywhere he touched me had marked me permanently. I tried to get my mind off my uncle and focus on my schoolwork. This assignment needed to be perfect. I could already feel the family guilt party for my failing Uncle Alex's class. I didn't want to disappoint everyone, and, despite Uncle Alex's worries about the placement of blame, I knew I would take the brunt of it. I took the time to try to clear my mind and really put in some effort. I felt him move closer, but I didn't look up. I could feel myself take a deep inhale as his presence seemed to dominate my world. My hands shook as I tried finishing the paragraph I had been working on. It felt as though he was reading my work over my shoulder. I wanted his approval in hopes of having a worthwhile reward. At some point, I realized I stopped breathing, my nerves on fire.

"This is some of your best work," Uncle Alex spoke so softly as he continued reading. "Maybe you should do all of your work under supervision." I glanced at him, and he was smirking at me with a cocked eyebrow. I could feel myself swallow as I set my pen down.

"May-maybe I should." He nodded silently as he took the assignment from me and set it on the table.

"This is a great start, and I'm glad you agree you should be supervised during your homework sessions. I have been texting your mom about you coming over here more often for tutoring, and she thinks that is a great idea." I stared at him in shock. That's what he has been doing on his phone? Of course, Mom agreed to it. She probably thinks this weekend staying here is absolutely ingenious. I felt myself reddening in a mixture of shame, annoyance and probably the wine. I threw back the rest of my glass as I sulked a bit.

"So, you're my tutor or my teacher or my babysitter?" I didn't know why this irked me so much. I mean, I wanted to be wrapped up in his gaze moments before. Now? I can't help but feel like the child they both still seem to see me as. I close my book, turning my glance away from him, feeling far too conflicted.

"Come on now," Uncle Alex leaned forward looking slightly amused, "I thought we were all in agreement this is what was best for you." I played with the hemline of my skirt as I purposely avoided eye contact. My very taboo fantasies having been running wild enough, now I'll be in close quarters with him more? He almost seemed to have known what I've been thinking about at times too. Maybe he finds it all very amusing and is having a good laugh about it. Maybe though, I'm not the only one having thoughts they shouldn't.

"You're probably right," I sighed. I needed to focus. This was about school, not my weird attraction to my uncle and teacher. "Before we get ahead of ourselves though, what is my extra credit assignment?"

"Hmm, why don't we wait to talk about all of that until tomorrow. We have both had plenty to drink, and you've worked fairly hard tonight. I wouldn't want to ride you too hard, just yet." I could have sworn he winked before he stood up and took our glasses. Boy, he was right. I needed sleep before I could do anything else. I suddenly felt exhausted, and began packing my books back in my backpack.

"Would you like the bathroom first?" I offered, immediately blushing as I pictured him in the shower. Yup, definitely needed to sleep off the wine. That's why all of this had been so much worse than usual.

"No, you go ahead and take it. I just installed a new shower head this week, so the pressure should be perfect." I smiled and thanked him as I made my way to the back. I bring all my toiletries to the shared bathroom and begin looking for bath towels. All the ones I found seemed to be a bit small, but I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. Uncle Alex wasn't wrong about the water pressure as I stood in the steady stream, feeling the hot water run down every curve and crevice of my body. The new shower head looked a little odd in the middle, but I figured it was just some new kind I hadn't seen before.

I took my sweet time lathering up, spending a little extra time on my chest, loving how my breasts felt when being caressed. My boobs were bigger than any of my friends, and I didn't always love their size of 38 D. My areolas were quite big too, and a peachy pink color. I pinched and twisted my hard nipples a couple of times, making myself gasp and moan softly, thankful for the shower drowning out any sounds. The fleshy mounds did enjoy getting massaged though, and in these moments, I was more okay having such a heavy chest. I moved one hand lower and began to play with a different wetness.

This is why I had been so distracted from my schoolwork lately. Everyone I know had been having sex, and I would love to be on that side of everyone. My boyfriend, however, thinks waiting until marriage is the only proper way to have one's first time. I have been so sexually frustrated and trying to convince him to change his mind, my grades have been slipping. I don't want to just sleep with anyone, but I also have been thinking maybe there's another way or person I could lose it to and still be special. I played with myself, finding myself imagining my uncle for a moment until I felt a light shiver through my body.

I've never actually imagined anyone besides my boyfriend while teasing myself. My fingers moved along my tight slit easily as my arousal lubricated them. My breathing became more erratic as small, soft moans escaped my pouty lips, my fingers gliding with slightly more speed and pressure.

"Oh god," I gasped aloud, my breaths heavy. Stopping my movements, I listened for anyone passing by. That was too loud. I can't be so loud. I quickly got out of the shower, trying to convince myself there's no way Uncle Alex could know what I was doing in there. As I toweled off, I realized I didn't bring clothes in with me. Crap. Doing my best, I attempted to wrap my body in this tiny towel, feeling quite exposed as I left. Alex stood right outside the bathroom door without a shirt on, smirking at me as I kept maneuvering the towel to stay on my body.

"Have fun in there?" he asked with a sense of knowing in his tone. I feel myself flushing even harder. Did he know? How long had he been waiting here?

"Sure. Pressure was good," I answered half-heartedly, trying to move around him.

"You sure it was enough pressure? Got the job done?" I could feel my mouth fall open in both shock and unknowing how to answer. Does he know? Was I that obvious? Maybe he was really just being hospitable, and I'm the only one being dirty. "Wouldn't want you to go to bed having had an unsatisfactory shower," his whispers seemed to be going straight to my pent-up libido. A shiver ran through me, and this only seemed to satisfy him.

"I -- I'm fine," my words stammered out as my body trembled.

"You are?" He used that teacher tone when he knew you didn't really study for something. Uncle Alex trailed his fingers down my arm, goosebumps rising behind his touch. My body more responsive to him than to me. "You don't have to be so polite. Tell me if you didn't get everything you needed out of the shower." He moved his hand to my chin, tilting it up, forcing me to keep eye contact with him.