This is my entry for the Valentine’s Day Story Contest 2023. This is a work of fiction, though some of the people in it may have been real, and some of the experiences may have actually happened. I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide what (or who) was real and what (or who) was not. Some of the conversations were in English and some were in Spanish, but they are all written here in English.
Nobody in this story was underage when they had sex.
John Hernandez looked at the students coming into his crafts class. Many of the students in the past seemed to think that this class would be one of the easiest classes in the high school, and he assumed that this group of students would be no different. In fact, nothing much had changed in the twenty years that he had been teaching, other than the fact that there were many more Hispanic kids than when he first started teaching. This class was one where kids from all grades (9-12) and typically included both boys and girls. In his experience, the girls did better in this class than the boys.
At least half of these kids streaming into his class were from south of the border. He remembered a time when Immigration and the Border Patrol had actually looked for illegal aliens in the US, and several of his students in the early years had suddenly disappeared, caught by ICE and bound for return to their countries of origin.
Now, that had all changed, and he had just gotten used to having more and more of these kids in his classes. There was probably as much Spanish spoken in the school as English. In addition, a lot of schools had moved away from having industrial education classes in the last twenty years, thinking that all students should be headed to college, so he felt fortunate that this school had held out because there were so many students who struggled with the academic classes and needed alternatives.
The fact that this side of town was where most Hispanics settled helped to keep him teaching shop classes. While white students might think that college was the best answer for them, Hispanic kids knew that they would likely end up in the trades. Therefore, shop classes were essential to prepare them for trade schools. In the end, these students would probably do better than those who went to college anyway.
Many students were very surprised when, during the first class, he would lay out what the semester would include. Indeed, it was anything but an easy class. Each week, they would go through a different kind of craft, On Monday, he would give them an overview of that week’s craft and present examples of projects they could do. They would have the rest of the week to complete a simple project and write a half-page report on the craft, telling about its history and place of origin. On Friday, all projects and reports had to be turned in, and under normal circumstances, late assignments wouldn’t be accepted.
Mr. Hernandez had created this course to give students the opportunity to improve their English skills and to broaden their horizons. He knew that 1) most of his students struggled with English and 2) most had no idea what they wanted to do after high school. This course provided students with an introduction to a lot of different fields, and considering that most trades were just an extension of some craft, that was valuable.
Students who had been around for a while, and didn’t want to do a lot of work, usually heard about this class from other students and avoided it. For that reason, he got a lot of new students who didn’t speak English well and could use the practice. He knew, however, that some of the students would transfer out of his class as soon as they learned what was expected.
John Hernandez’s family had also originated south of the border, but that was a few generations back. Still, he felt a certain bond with his Hispanic students and knew that, if they wanted to succeed in the US, they would need to at least somewhat master the English language. He understood Spanish, but he encouraged use of English in his class, and seldom ever spoke Spanish to students. He knew that if they learned English, and worked hard, they could do anything they wanted in life. If they stuck to Spanish, then their opportunities would be limited.
He always watched the students as they entered his class for the first time. He could usually tell from looking at them whether or not they would stick it out or go right to guidance for a transfer. On this day, he noticed two things. First of all, there were a lot of older students in the class. Second, most of the students were girls. These were good signs from his perspective, as seniors tended to be more serious (if they stayed), and girls tended to do better than boys in this class.
Mr. Hernandez introduced himself to the class, and then he had each student introduce themselves using a list that he had written on the board. That would tell him many things about each student. It turned out that he was right about them being older. This Büyükesat Escort class was mostly made up of seniors. Most spoke decent English, and even those who didn’t could speak a little, which was fortunate. Next, he handed out course outline sheets to all of the students and went through the coursework for the semester. The sheets told them everything they would need to know about the work required and deadlines. There was even time for questions before the bell rang at the end of class.
Mr. Hernandez told them about all of the resources they could use, and encouraged them to team up with another student to complete their assignments on-time. He had files of material on each craft they would cover, and they were free to use all of the information from there. There were also computers in the classroom that they could use to access information on various crafts on the internet. Essentially, the assignments were easy to complete, provided a student was willing to put in a little effort.
When the bell rang, he was fairly confident that most of these students would stick around. Several of them even came up to talk with him before leaving the room. One girl, in particular, hung back while students were leaving, and she was the last one to leave his classroom. She came up to his desk and said, “Mister Hernandez, I will try very hard to do well in your class, but I may need some help with the assignments. I don’t write in English very well. Do you think you could help me after school?
“Of course,” he replied. “What is your name again?”
“I’m so sorry,” she replied. I’m Gina … Gina Martinez. My family came from Costa Rica last year, so I have been trying to learn English, but I’m not very good at it yet.”
“You speak very well for only being here for a year,” he said. “Yes, I will help you with whatever you need. Just ask whenever you need help, and I will either help you then or set up a time when I can. By the way, how old are you? You are a very pretty girl.”
“I’m eighteen, Mister Hernandez,” she replied. “Why do you ask?”
“Well,” he said. “If we spend any time together after normal school hours, then it might be a problem if you weren’t eighteen. I would rather not get into trouble with the law, but if you are eighteen, then there is no problem, and since this is the last class of the day, it is likely that we would be here after normal school hours if you do need help.”
“There won’t be a problem,” she replied.
“OK,” he said. “I will see you tomorrow in class. This week will be all about safety rules and machine familiarization in the shop, so you won’t have to worry about assignments until next week, but there will be a quiz on Friday.”
“I saw that on the sheet you handed out,” she said. “Thank you for that. It makes it so much easier to keep up with what is going on each week. Not many teachers care that much.”
He smiled. It wasn’t often that a student thanked him for his efforts. “You’re welcome.”
The next day, Gina got to class early and grabbed a seat in the front row. Mr. Hernandez went over each of the safety rules with the students. Each student again received a sheet (this time that explained all of the safety rules). He told them to read them, and reminded them that there would be a quiz on Friday. There were fewer students in class the second day, but less students had fled than in previous years. He was hopeful that word had gotten around about the class, and that he would get more and more serious students every year.
Once more, Gina stayed behind after class to talk. He noticed that she had worn a skirt and blouse both days in his class. This was acceptable, but she would need to wear an apron if she was using machines. She was a very pretty girl, and John couldn’t help but admire her body as well as her face. Like many Hispanic girls from Central America, she had a nice shape, with large breasts, a thin waist, rounded hips and well-defined legs.
“Thank you again, Mister Hernandez,” she said when she approached his desk. “If you explain everything as well as you did today, this will be a very good semester.”
“Call me John,” he replied. “During class, you will need to call me Mr. Hernandez, but since you are eighteen, I would prefer that you call me John when we talk after school hours.”
She blushed. “Thank you, Mister … I mean John. You are about the nicest teacher I have ever had. The teachers I had back in Costa Rica were very strict with students.”
“Well,” John replied. “I am only strict when I need to be, and you are already an adult, so it would be inappropriate. Tell me more about yourself, Gina.”
“Well, you already know that I came to the US last year,” she said. “Coming from Costa Rica and traveling through Mexico was very bad. My father was robbed and beaten up about half-way through Mexico, and we seldom had enough to eat after that. We had to walk most of the way, and I never knew where we were going Çayyolu Escort to sleep and whether or not we would be safe. I’m not sure how my parents were able to get us food, but I think they would try to find jobs at night while I stayed hidden with my little sister.”
She continued. “We rode a freight train part of the way, but there were many bandits and bad men, so we got off and just walked or caught rides on trucks. That was how we got to the border. We stopped on the Mexican side of the border, and my parents worked to get money for the crossing. Once we were across the border, we went to Phoenix. It was easy for my parents to find work in Phoenix, and my sister and I went to school. There are a lot of Hispanics in the Phoenix area, so we didn’t stand out.”
“Wow,” he replied. “You must be a very brave girl.”
“No,” she said. “I was scared to death the whole time. I was glad when we moved north to this city. It seems much safer than Phoenix or anyplace else we have been in the last couple of years.”
“Bravery isn’t not being scared,” he said. “Bravery is when you are scared and do what you need to anyway.”
“I never thought of it that way, John. Thank you for telling me that. By the way, is there a Mrs. Hernandez?”
He laughed. “No. There is no Mrs. Hernandez. There was, but she died in a car accident a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No. It’s OK,” he replied. ‘I’m over it.”
“Do you date?” she asked.
“Hmmm … Are you interested?” I asked back.
She almost tripped over her tongue trying to back out of that situation, but she finally bowed her head and replied, “You are one of the nicest men I have ever met, so yes, I would be interested, John.”
John had expected her to back down, so he was stunned by her reply. “Serious?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. I am serious.”
He was at a loss for words. Yes, she was eighteen and an adult, but she was still his student, so there were ethical issues. “I am flattered that you feel that way, but I would be fired if anybody found out that I was dating you. I would like to keep my job.”
She thought for a minute and then said, “Then nobody should find out. I would be OK with seeing you privately, maybe at your house.”
“That probably isn’t a good idea,” he replied. “There is just too much risk. As much as I like you, I can see too many bad things happening because of it.”
Gina pouted and then sighed. “OK, but you will still help me, won’t you, John?”
“Of course,” he replied. I will be here for you whenever you need help.”
She leaned up, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, John. Maybe things will change in the future.”
“Maybe,” he replied. “But don’t hold your breath. As long as I’m a teacher at this school, and you are a student at this school, dating would be a problem.”
“Oh,” she sighed. “Maybe I should transfer to another school.”
“I would rather you don’t do that,” John replied. “I enjoy having you in my class.”
Gina turned and walked to the door. Before she left, she turned and said, “Thank you again, John. You really are a wonderful man.”
John felt like he was floating all the way home. He had never had such a beautiful girl want him like that, and he was extremely flattered. Add to that, he was also very turned on by her. He was afraid that if she pushed, he would cave in and start seeing her. Certainly, she didn’t really know him, and she might not even like him when she knew more about him.
He tried to put her out of his mind, but found that he couldn’t. He was remembering her face as he prepared his dinner. As he ate, he remembered how she had pressed her breasts against his chest when she hugged him. There was nothing on TV that interested him, and even the internet wasn’t much of a distraction. He got to the point where he turned to a porn site to see if that would distract him, but found himself drawn to videos of girls who looked similar to Gina.
John finally turned off his computer and went to bed. Maybe sleep would stop his thoughts of her. No such luck. He found himself lying in bed thinking about her. He took a sleeping pill and finally crashed. Even that didn’t get her out of his head. He dreamed about her, and she was in his thoughts when he woke the next morning. He knew that she was already inside of him, and he wouldn’t get her out of his mind unless he resolved this. He just wasn’t sure how to do that.
John went into the shower to get ready for school, but when he was washing himself, his cock got super hard thinking about Gina. There was no alternative but to jack himself off. Of course, he was thinking about her the whole time, and because it had been so long since he had done this, he came by the bucket load. At least, he was able to clean himself off and get ready for school. Today, he would take the students through orientation on some of the shop equipment they would use that semester.
When Cebeci Escort John got to school, he had plenty to distract him. Most of his classes were either woodwork or drafting classes, so they required all of his attention. He didn’t want to lose fingers (like so many shop teachers did) because he was distracted, so he was always very careful when operating equipment.
It seemed like an eternity before last period rolled around, but then Gina walked in and sat down in her usual seat. She was again wearing a skirt and blouse, but her skirt seemed to be shorter and fuller than the previous days. When she sat down, he saw her cotton panties between her legs for a second. He was going to have to not look at her anymore during the class period, or else something bad was going to happen.
As soon as the first bell rang, John explained what they would be doing that day, and told the students that they should take notes. Then, he started showing the students the various equipment in the shop and showing them how each machine worked. He emphasized the safety points as he explained each machine. By the time the last bell sounded, John had gone through half of the machines in the shop.
Of course, Gina stayed behind after the rest of his students had left. “You were very thorough on the machines,” she said. “I took a lot of notes.”
“Good,” John replied. “Did you have any questions?”
“Do we get to try each of the machines?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “You will use all of the machines we go through in the orientations, and you will have to be checked out on each machine before you use it.”
“Would it be possible for me to try a couple of them right now?” she asked.
“Well Gina,” John replied. “Maybe one or two.” With that, he took her to the rack with shop aprons and put one of them on her. “You should always wear one of these aprons when you work with machines here. After he put the neck strap over her head and tied the back at her waist, they went to the drill press, and John asked her questions and had her demonstrate how to turn it on, how to mount a drill bit and how to use it on a scrap piece of wood.
Next, they did the same thing with the disk sander and the belt sander. After she demonstrated that she had been paying attention and knew how to use them, it was time to go. Gina quickly became John’s top student because her keen interest in him reaped the benefit of her gaining a lot of knowledge after class as well as in class.
The class went normally for the next month or so, with Gina staying after class almost every day flirting with him, and John trying to put her out of his mind and keep their teacher/student relationship from going off the rails. Finally, he decided that she was never going to leave his mind, so he might just as well give up. John asked her if she was doing anything that evening.
She replied, “No. What did you have in mind?”
“I have changed my mind about dating you, and I was wondering if you would like to come to my place with me. Today is Valentine’s Day you know. Maybe Cupid shot me,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied immediately. She didn’t want him to change his mind again.
“OK,” he said. “We can’t be seen together around the school, so I need you to walk a block or so to the west on the street just north of the school, and I will pick you up at the corner. Very few people go out that direction, so it should be OK.
Gina was all smiles as she hugged him, kissed his cheek, and then went out the door. John locked up the shop and went out to his car in the teacher parking lot. He waited a few more minutes, and then he drove away from the school on the street he had directed her to. She was standing there on the sidewalk on the right side waiting for him in the middle of the next block, and she quickly slipped into the passenger side of his car when he pulled over next to her.
Luckily, he had tinted windows on his car, so it would be unlikely that anybody would see them together in his car. John had her put her seat belt on before they moved. She smiled because he was thinking about her safety and quickly fastened her seat belt.
When he pulled back onto the street, John asked, “Do you have a cell phone?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Does anybody else have access to it?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Perfect,” he replied. “Take my cell phone and send yourself a text from my phone. That way, I will have your number and you will have mine.”
Gina took John’s phone and made the text. Both phones beeped. She was very happy, but she was still being quiet. It took them about ten minutes to get to John’s house. When they did, John clicked the remote, and the went right into the garage, closing the door again behind them after they parked. John got out of the car and walked around to open her door for her.
“I knew that you were a gentleman,” she said.
He showed her into the house and sat her down on his couch. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked. “Soda?”
“Yes, please,” she replied. “Anything would be fine.”
When he returned with the drinks, she asked, “I am happy that you did, but what made you change your mind?”
John blushed and smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I knew that we would have to see where this goes.”