Mr Malloy: A BWWM Teacher-Student Romance

MR MALLOY

A BWWM TEACHER STUDENT ROMANCE By..

CHERRY KAY

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Summary

Being a law student in the USA was quite a challenge for young Amara but everything she went through was made easier as soon as she got into class and laid her eyes....on him.

Mr Jason Malloy was far too handsome to be a teacher. A man that looked as good as him belonged on the catwalk and not in a University. His toned body and boyish good looks were quite a distraction for most of the women on campus and Amara was no different.

Still, this did nothing to change the fact that teacher-student relationships were expressly forbidden and so nothing could ever come from such a situation.

However, when some unexpected circumstances arise both Mr. Malloy and Amara are forced to face their feelings for each other and do something that is wrong on so many levels, yet feels so good and feels so right at the same time...

Copyright Notice

Cherry Kay
Mr Malloy  © 2015, Cherry Kay
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Contents

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

Chapter9

Chapter1

    Amara didn't know why she felt nervous on that first day of class. All summer she waited impatiently, and eagerly, at her childhood home in South Africa for the day when she would finally board a plane and go to an American university to sit in a lecture hall just like this one.

She looked clean-cut and professional; her outfit was pressed and her long black hair was pulled back into a twisted braid. Her skin had a natural glow to it, and shone softly as if it were silky smooth mahogany warmed on a summer's day. She wore light makeup on her lovely and exotic looking face. Her mouth was rounded and full, her nose was long and slightly curved at the tip, her almond shaped eyes were angled slightly higher at the edges, and were framed by rows of thick dark eyelashes. Her cheekbones were high and angled and accentuated her eyes and her square jaw. She was, by all accounts, a beautiful young woman.

But sitting in the classroom made her feel as nervous as she had been when she was a girl in school. It was a long time past, but the feelings were the same. She was just a young girl when she looked at her future and first felt dissatisfied with its direction.

From the age of maybe ten or eleven, Amara looked at her older sister’s and her mother’s lives as housewives, who maybe took on the odd bit of sewing or nanny work here and there. She tried to imagine her own life, following the same path as the women around her, but it never felt quite right to her when she pictured herself living quietly with her husband by her side and a brood of kids all by the age of twenty-five.

No, Amara's dreams had always been much bigger than that. Fortunately for her, she had the intelligence and drive to put those big dreams just within her reach, if she could only push just that little bit harder; and so push harder she did. Amara had been fearless in her pursuit of knowledge and education in a way that was much more like her business-minded father than her gentle mother.

It seemed bizarre to her that her father always seemed a little irritated by her determination to be educated and walk a different path than her mother. When Amara thought back to all the arguments and drama that it had taken for her to come here. She wanted  to tread her own path, not one  already been chosen by her parents; and to stand up to her father, in order to take hold of the life she so desperately wanted; and she could hardly believe she was here at all.

Perhaps, that was why she was nervous. Perhaps, it was the precarious hold she had upon a dream she had chased for so long.  Now that she had it within her grasp, it felt so desperately fragile to her. She was almost afraid to jump into it and reap the rewards of all her years of hard work and courage. The girl sitting next to her in her class seemed to sense her anxiety.

She turned to her with a warm smile and introduced herself, "I'm Casey." She said brightly. "The first day of the first semester! It's exciting, isn't it? I could hardly sleep last night because I have been worrying about it all, but looking at you now, I can see that I'm not alone. I guess we're all in the same boat, really, just kids on our first day of school. What's your name?"

"Amara." Amara replied, smiling with equal warmth at this girl who had taken the time to speak to her and help to ease away some of that gnawing fear in her friendly and pleasant conversation.

"That's a beautiful name." Casey told her. "Were you born in America?"

"No," Amara smiled, "I was born in South Africa."

"Oh wow!" Casey looked surprised. She grinned excitedly, "That's a long way to come. What made you want to study in America?"

"It's a great university." Amara said truthfully. "But I suppose I also loved the idea of just going to another country and stepping out on my own. It's a big change for a girl from the place I'm from. Most of the women where I live in South Africa don't do what I have been able to do." She tilted her head and changed the direction of the conversation. "Are you from around here?"

"Just a town away." Casey told her. "In fact, my brother enrolled here the year before I did and my little sister says she wants to study here, too. I've got to say, I admire you so much for coming abroad all on your own. I definitely couldn't have been brave enough to do that. I'm a home girl, myself."

Even as Casey spoke, it made the nerves twist with fresh intensity in the pit of Amara's stomach. Yes, it was true that this had always been her biggest dream, but Casey was very right to say that Amara was here on her own, against her father's wishes. There were no older siblings to make it easier on her like it was for Casey. Amara felt her solitude weigh heavily on her.

When she first thought of all the wonders of an American lifestyle and of the good education she could receive, she never considered she might feel lonely once it had become a reality in her life.

She spent her whole childhood surrounded by her siblings and she was very close to her mother. She supposed she had it taken all for granted; the good company in her family and the benefits of having all of them so close to her. Amara felt a sudden surge of homesickness tug at her insides, and she realized how very far away she was from all she knew so well.

Her nervousness and fears were forgotten in an instant when the professor entered the room at last. Amara didn't know what she had been expecting, but it wasn't the young, handsome man who stepped through the door and greeted the class. At first, she thought he was another student who had arrived late, but then he stood behind the podium and picked up some chalk to write the name of the class on the board: An Introduction to Family Law.

Amara still wasn't quite sure how she wanted to use her degree out in the wider world, but she was certain she wouldn't be defending criminals or helping giant corporations battle it out. She wanted to be a groundbreaker, a protector and an advocate for the rights of anyone who was pushed aside: a defender of sorts.

At first, she'd been spurred on by her own trials and experiences not only as a woman, but as a black woman as well. She'd always felt she had to work harder than her brothers to get anywhere in life.  Although, she didn't think the color of her skin had much at all to do with her intelligence, her kindness or her wit, the legal cases she'd followed in the news and textbooks over all her years of study and interest, told her that some people in this world still didn't quite understand that, regardless of the country.

Yet, it wasn't just gender or racial issues that spoke to her. No, Amara's big heart went out to anyone who was unfairly treated in this world: abused children with no one to hear them cry; the homeless whose needs are ignored; victims of sexual crimes who aren't believed; immigrants who are refused asylum; and loving fathers denied access to their children by their ex-wives. Amara didn't discriminate in whom she would fight for. She had an innate desire in her to fight for the underdogs of this world who are bullied and forgotten, and have no voice within the legal system to bring their predicament to light. Amara wanted to be that voice for as many of them as she could.

She supposed that she would end up working as a social worker in some capacity, or using her law in some direct and compassionate way to change the world and the lives of the people around her. That was the life she envisioned for herself. She turned her attention to Professor Malloy, all fear and doubt gone in her desire to learn and take another step forwards. She poised a pen over her paper in preparation and waited for him to speak.

"Good morning class!" the young professor said confidently, letting his gaze slowly wander over the students in his lecture hall.

He hadn’t been lecturing for very long, but he  had a proficiency for detecting which students were in his class for a love of the law, with a thirst for knowledge, and which of them were there to pass the time before the next all-nighter. Jason welcomed everyone into his class, anyway. He had a great passion for teaching those who came to learn and were willing to do the work for it.

He always remained hopeful that those who weren't really there to learn might in time come to understand, through his teachings, that the law was a powerful and beautiful thing. It was one of the only sure ways to peacefully change the world.

"You have chosen to take my class: An Introduction to Family Law." he announced. "Some of you will be thinking of becoming big money divorce lawyers. Some of you will want to oversee things like adoption and trying  to protect vulnerable young children. In this new world of conception alternatives, you may want to be at the forefront of surrogacy laws. Some of you will have absolutely no idea what you want to do, and that's fine too, because you don't have to decide right now.

The aim of this class is not so much to teach you the hard facts of family law, because that will come later, but this class will be more useful in giving you insight into what we mean by family law and where it might take you, so that you can make more informed decisions for your majors in future semesters.

Then , I hope, you will want to join me in my advanced classes if you feel inspired by our discussions here. Now, I want to start by getting an idea of what you think family law is. Which cases would fall under family law?"

After a brainstorm session with the group, which turned up a number of branches of family law, the professor went on to begin to talk about the different factions of child custody law. Then  he finished the class with an assignment for them to write an essay on how each student should  deal with a hypothetical case.

"I also offer optional discussion groups in my office on Wednesday evenings. Please feel free to attend. I would love to see as many of you there as possible. It's best if you can find someone else beforehand who is attending and partner up to create some initial ideas and creative rebuttals so that you've got some material to bring with you.

The discussions will be based on the assignment for the week, so attendance is very likely going to help your grade. As this is the first class, and most of you probably don't know each other yet, I'll go ahead and partner you up now to save you the embarrassment of asking strangers if they're going to the extra-curriculars. So, if you're interested in this Wednesday's group, would you please raise your hand?"

Amara's hand was in the air like a bullet. A chance for a better grade; there was no way she was going to miss out on that kind of opportunity to get ahead. She felt warmth rise to her cheeks when she looked around and realized that she was the only one with her hand in the air. Even Casey was giving her a surprised look. Still, Amara's pride reared deep in her and she kept her hand in the air in the hopes that her enthusiasm would encourage someone else to join her.

Jason's eyes settled on the one student who would sacrifice a party in the first week of her first semester in order to learn about the law. She was a beautiful girl, nineteen years of age as a freshman, with black hair and dark, inquisitive eyes. She was wearing a pretty but conservative white shirt and a grey pencil skirt, and her stylish look stood out from among all the students wearing typical clothing such as denim jeans and hooded sweatshirts.

Her beauty and professionalism alone would have made her stand out in the class, but all eyes were on her now as the only student eager to attend extra classes in her first week. Even when the other students began to giggle that her hand was still raised, she didn't lower it, but instead, fixed Jason with a steady, questioning gaze, almost as though she were offering him a challenge
. Is your time worth just one student, or are you not that dedicated after all?

The young professor liked the fire in her gaze and her refusal to bow under peer pressure and take down her hand, or her refusal to dress in a mini-skirt and start partying like her classmates all did. Her resilience wasn’t only a sign of a good student, and in time, a good lawyer, but also that of a strong woman. Jason folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against his desk in a gesture, which told her the challenge was accepted.

"Only one volunteer?" he addressed the class with obvious disapproval. "The rest of you all too busy partying, is that it? I've seen this before. Nobody comes to the first group but I guarantee you, that when exams roll round, you will all be begging for some extra tuition and this girl will already be miles ahead of you all. What's your name?" he called out to her, lifting his chin as he looked her way.

Amara felt her cheeks warm, even more when the eyes of the attractive professor were added to all the others that were locked on her. She shyly stammered out her name, knowing that her South African accent would make her stand out even more. "Amara." she said softly.

"Well Amara, I'd be glad to discuss the assignment with you on Wednesday evening and," he raised his voice to address the class, "if anyone else changes their mind and decides they might like to join us, the discussion will be taking place in my office at eight pm. Do yourselves a favor and reconsider it."

Amara left the class feeling like she had drawn more attention to herself than she would have liked to, especially considering that she already felt like an outsider. But she was pleased, at least, to find the professor was a man of integrity, who was just as willing to sacrifice his time for one as he was for the many. Rather than being discouraged by the lack of enthusiasm of her peers, she made up her mind to feel privileged that she would get the full attention of a faculty member on Wednesday evening and be the only student with a chance to learn more about custody law in tutoring with the professor.

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