And no, she didn’t drive a sports car worth more than my yearly salary. Well, your typical senior who likedhigh school. Some kids might even sign up because it sounds fun, but let’s not get carried away, right?Īutumn was in many ways your typical senior. What is high school about if not getting into college? The class looks better on a transcript than art or an extra gym class. It’s an English elective, and no, it isn’t completelymade up of poetry geeks and drama nerds. Student number 17 on the roster for ‘Creative Writing’. I guess I didn’t tell you whatmy job was. Honestly, I didn’t know… If I had realized I was inwardly drooling at the sight of one of my own student’s bodies, I would have stopped long ago.Īh. Maybe you’re wondering now, what’s the problem? Well, it dawned on me that all this time I had been checking out a girl from the local high school. I knewthis smug look because I finally recognized her. It wore a look of nonchalance, but I could tell immediately that she hid a tiny smile out of the corner of her mouth. My eyes poured up her body, over her breasts with a little cleavage in the bra… Up her chest… Up her neck…Īnd then I saw her face. First I saw an outline of her stomach, flat and toned. But now, as she did this, her body started turning to the side. Then she stretched both her arms up, arching her back a bit as her body went taut.īefore, I would like to think that I was not completelyobvious as I ogled her. She took a drink from a water bottle, still facing away from me. Her steady pace slowed down to a half-jog, then a walk, then she stood still. My attention piqued up as I saw her right arm move to the console on the treadmill and punch something in. Yeah, guilty little admission that I was still there for the chance to see her face. But normally by this point, I would have moved on from the bike and gone home I had done everything else for the day. Maybe it was just a fluke of me being in a funky mood and this little show-off just happening to be in front of me. Really! Sure, I’d see some attractive woman, admire her for a moment, then forget about it just as fast.
I wonder how long she’ll run for… Does her front side match the back? It was visible because her hair was tied up in a cute ponytail, which bounced and bobbed with every step. I could see it on her shoulders too, almost totally bare from her sports bra. After awhile, her back began to slightly glisten from her perspiration. It rose up from the hem of those petite shorts, faultless curves turning inward from her hips that would be more subtle on her tight body if it wasn’t for the way her ass swung right then. She must be a bit younger, maybe early twenties… And yes, I realized I must have been staring pretty hard to notice. They were so smooth not even a mark on them from what I could see, except maybe a little freckle on that back of a thigh. Does she really run like that, or is it to make men drool?It must be something with the hips that makes a female’s walk so much sexier than a man’s. It swayed a little bit, from side to side, as she jogged on… Accentuating her every step. Perfect shape, rounded out in those tiny exercise shorts that barely cover any leg. Ah, one who likes to be checked out.Well I could see why. It faced the window, looking out to the street.
Now, I know I said I don’t specifically goto check out women, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind, right? I was only on the bike for a little while when I noticed a girl had taken up a treadmill a ways in front of me. I was finishing off one of my typical routines on an exercise bike and planning to just zone the hell out. I go to blow off some steam and try to regain the little bit of the sanity I lose on a daily basis. I mean, I’m not single and haven’t been for awhile. I’m not even the type that goes just to check out women, like some of my buddies who shall remain nameless. Not to be a bodybuilder, or to train for marathons. I don’t do yoga or any of that new-age crap. It goes with the job, you know? I deal with people, a lotof people, on a daily basis. The student, in turn, recognizes this and wonders if she can push the envelope. A high school teacher inadvertently finds himself becoming attracted to one of his students.
Synopsis: A story of reluctance against lust. Since I wrote it as all once piece, I wanted to submit it that way. Please note that is has been divided into several small, manageable chapters. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without the express consent of the author (me!).Īll characters are at least 18 years old.Īuthor’s Note: I realize this story may seem a bit long at first glance.
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