...from crayons to perfume....

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

Since my birthday was just around the corner, I decided to splurge a little and upgrade my wardrobe a bit. My name is Ryan Carter, and I'm a high school teacher. I'm six-one, one-ninety, with thinning brown hair, fine chiseled features, and a warm and friendly personality. I'm a good teacher, and popular with my students. Some of the girls I teach develop little crushes on me, but I've never done anything that crossed the line. Nor would I. Not that I haven't had my share of silly lustful fantasies about certain students.
Deep, wistful sigh.
Next Thursday will be my thirty-third birthday, and I had no one to share it with. My family lived on the other side of the country, and I was currently between relationships.


I was in the department store trying to pick out a pair of pants when I heard someone call out my name.
"Mister Carter?" a woman's voice asked tentatively. "It is you, isn't it?"
I turned to see a breathtaking woman walking toward me. At first, I couldn't place her, but then memory kicked in. She had been one of my students, seven or eight years ago.
Now what was her name again....

 

[Christine]

I finally was able to get a day off at work and decided to head over to the mall. Since I'd left school I'd gone on to have quite a career in the financial world and was a succesfull investor. It's hard and the workdays never seem to end so today I decided to break the chain and go shopping with some of the money I'd earned.

When I walked out the house I felt that it might be a little colder than I had expected... I was was wearing a medium-sized skirt, avery chique top and so decided to put on an extra little jacket... that was better...

There was ons shop I wanted to go to for sure. It had been one of my favs for quite a while and so I headed over there. When I walked in, I nearly immediately noticed him... my high-school teacher... had a big crush on him too while he was my teacher... Without even thinking about it, I walked over and asked "Mister Carter, it's you isn't it?"
He turned, looked and didn't seem to recognize me so I said "It's me, Christine... I used to be in one of your classes... nice to meet you again!"

 

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

"Why, of course," I said. "Christine. I haven't seen you since graduation."
Impulsively, I held out my arms, and gave her a quick hug. She hugged me back, and in fact seemed reluctant to let me go.
It had to be my imagination, I decided. Get your mind out of the gutter, Teach.
"You look wonderful," I said. "The years have certainly been kind to you."
I took a step back to check her out. I liked what I saw. My subtle once-over must have been less than subtle, because Christine started to blush.

 

[Christine]

my name must've made him remember since he started smiling and he even hugged me... he was still just as sexy as he used to be... maybe even more now...

He stepped back and took a good look at me (I think he was just checking out my legs and body-curves and so started blushing a little bit)

Trying to draw attention away from me blushing I said "and so have they been to you... you're still looking as good as I remembered you" to then stop short thinking of what I'd just said...

 

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

OOC: Welcome, C. That last post was a sly attempt to get a description to work off of.http://smilecwm.tripod.com/cwm2/wink.gif


IC:
"You look wonderful," I said. Then I shook my head," I said that already, didn't I?"

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-09-2000 at 02:43 PM]

 

[Christine]

as he said "you look wonderfull" his eyes once again seemed to drift off to my sensuous body...

I have to admit that my lean 5-5 frame with B-cup-breasts has been known to turn heads but he was just eye-balling it... I guess he could spot part of my legs and a bit of cleavage... not that I minded...

When he kept looking a little to long I asked him teasingly "see something you like?"

 

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

After an awkward couple of minutes, we started talking like old friends. I had a clear picture of Christine now. I was a second year teacher, and I had Christine for homeroom and first period history. She would sit in the front row, and she would wear these incredibly short shirts that would show off her dynamite legs.
The memory caused the blood to rush to my groin. I stepped behind a rack of clothing, hoping to block her view of my embarrassing erection. I tried to change the subject, to channel my thoughts down safer, purer avenues.
"You did something with your hair," I observed. "Wasn't it more...."
I gestured creatively with my hands, not knowing the proper style terminology. Christie fought back laughter at my silly attempt at follicle charades, but she lost the battle, and burst out in a fit of the giggles.

 

[Christine]

I started giggling and said "yes! you remember that! it used to be even longer... and it's also become a little bit darker since my high-school days, but that happenend naturally"

"So tell me" I continued "you must be married by now" I said. At that point I didn't know what to say anymore and so I tried to put aside the feelings of lust I was feeling by realizing that he was taken... but secretly I was hoping he'd say that he wasn't involved with anybody yet... a girl can dream...

 

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

No, not yet," I said. "Came close a couple of times, but I've discovered great sex is no basis for a lifetime commitment."
"I know the feeling," she nodded. She then took a quick peek at her watch.
"I'm keeping you from something," I observed.
"I could cancel...." she started to say.
"I wouldn't think of it," I said, wondering all the while why I was trying to get rid of this lovely lady.
We exchanged phone numbers, and made vague plans to get together, but I didn't think anything would come of it. Nothing did. I stood by the phone with her card in my hand a couple of times, but I always punked out.


Thursday rolled around, and so -- following a long and cherished tradition -- I ordered the birthday pizza. While waiting for it to be delivered, I changed into a pair of tight red running shorts and got in some exercise.
The doorbell rang, and I grabbed a towel and headed for the door. I opened the door expecting to see the Domino's man, but instead found Christine standing there holding a bottle of champagne.
"Happy birthday, Mister Carter," she said.

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-10-2000 at 06:26 AM]

 

[Christine]

I was really sad I had to leave him like that, but I had things to do. We exchanged numbers and I was hoping that he would call me and ask me out or wanted to meet me again but I didn't hear from him again. At night I would look at my year-book of that year and see his picture there. He hadn't changed that much, only gotten better-looking in my opinion.
Under his picture it said his name and birth-date... wait a minute... he was having his birthday this thursday!

I then decided to go to his house that day and surprise him. Just a chance that he might be alone and I could have some fun with the birth-day boy... I dressed for succes aswell... short mini-skirt (he should remember those from school!) and a nice tight top and NO bra... so he would be able to see my nipples... bought a bottle of champagne and wnet there that day...

I rang the door and as he opened I said "happy birthday Mister Carter" as he seemed surprised... as I continued with.. "I brought some champagne with me... are you home alone or...?" as I stopped speaking to hear what his reaction would be.

 

[R Nitelight]

Ryan Carter

"Christine, this is a wonderful surprise. Come on in."
She walked past me, and I got a whiff of very sexy perfume. Then, I got a whiff of myself, and smelled only stinky sweat.
"I wasn't expecting company," I apologized. "Why don't I take a quick shower and make myself presentable. Then, we can have a nice dinner. I hope you like pepperoni. Make yourself at home, and I'll be with you in a minute."
I hopped in the shower and speedily cleaned up. I got out, dried off, applied deodorant and cologne, and reached for clothes that weren't there.
I probably should have brought a change of clothes into the bathroom, I realized just a bit late.
Having little recourse, I wrapped a towel around me and left the bathroom.