cynstv
Better Every Day
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- Jun 15, 2013
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After 8 months of school, Mr. Jones was ready for the year to be over. This was his 14th year teaching high school English, and, true to his ever increasing age, he was tired. The weather was heating up, and as usual, the A/C was having trouble keeping up. The bad news was that he still wore his shirt and tie every day... he simply refused to look less than professional. Many of his colleagues wore polo shirts. Even worse, many wore short sleeve shirts and a tie... an abomination in his opinion. Might as well stick a name tag on that says "Welcome to Taco Bell" or something.
The good news was that his students were getting hot as well. This meant that inhibitions were lowered for the sake of staying cool... and with 12th grade girls, that was indeed a good thing. Most were still young looking, a bit too young, but a few were indeed blossoming into women... and one in particular, was down right beautiful.
He hoped she wouldn't notice every time he looked her way. He enjoyed the quick glimpses of perfect flesh he often found. He knew it was all just fantasy, but what a fantasy it was. He was more than twice her age, so the thought of them together was preposterous, but arousing all the same. He often found himself at home, trying to focus on work, but his mind constantly drifted back to her.
It was Wednesday, a particularly hot day, and the fans were going full blast, but to little avail. He was discussing The Iliad with the class, and noticed when a drop of perspiration rolled down her neck, slowly down her chest, and nestled between her breasts... her perfect breasts. He felt himself grow aroused, hoping it would not be too obvious through his slacks. He felt his face flush as he glanced up, and she was staring at him... unsure how to react, Mr. Jones fumbled through the rest of the lesson. He had to do something, or he was certain she would catch on to his fantasizing.
The good news was that his students were getting hot as well. This meant that inhibitions were lowered for the sake of staying cool... and with 12th grade girls, that was indeed a good thing. Most were still young looking, a bit too young, but a few were indeed blossoming into women... and one in particular, was down right beautiful.
He hoped she wouldn't notice every time he looked her way. He enjoyed the quick glimpses of perfect flesh he often found. He knew it was all just fantasy, but what a fantasy it was. He was more than twice her age, so the thought of them together was preposterous, but arousing all the same. He often found himself at home, trying to focus on work, but his mind constantly drifted back to her.
It was Wednesday, a particularly hot day, and the fans were going full blast, but to little avail. He was discussing The Iliad with the class, and noticed when a drop of perspiration rolled down her neck, slowly down her chest, and nestled between her breasts... her perfect breasts. He felt himself grow aroused, hoping it would not be too obvious through his slacks. He felt his face flush as he glanced up, and she was staring at him... unsure how to react, Mr. Jones fumbled through the rest of the lesson. He had to do something, or he was certain she would catch on to his fantasizing.
