Breath of Air
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[A closed thread for myself and Anachron - for now. 
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Nola Lockhart was trouble. Any woman with her wits about her would recognize it, but very few men would. They would be too caught up in her raw, sexual attraction. Nola had that perfectly sweet and coy air about her that made her at once extremely likeable, and left men laying awake at night fantasizing about her laying on her back, screaming their name...
Nola was, as the phrase goes, a femme fatale. To make matters worse, she was also a high school teacher.
At twenty-five, she was truly a danger to young men with their raging hormones. She could not be described as anything less than in her prime. With natural blonde hair and clear blue eyes, she epitomized the classic American beauty. She had been complimented on her resemblance to the actress Scarlett Johansson a couple times. A button nose, full lips, and lightly tanned complexion filled out this image, but the feature that truly "filled" her out would have to have been her breasts. They were large for her slim frame, but not in a jarring, slutty way. Male eyes delighted on their perfect roundness, their infinite softness, and Nola had no qualms with showing them off. They made her feel more womanly and attractive than anything else, and any woman who denies that they like to feel sexy is a liar.
After getting her degree in teaching, Nola had flitted around for a while, temping here, sub-ing here... But she had finally landed a real job - teaching British Romantic poetry to seniors at a high school. She had had to move to the town, but as far as she was concerned, it would be a fresh change.
The school had been most accomodating, and the dean of students had seemed particularly eager to suggest a condo building where he had been kind enough to go so far as to get her a discount. Something about knowing the owner...
Having moved in the previous week, Nola was as settled in as best she could be, and had planned a couple of lessons for her class. The first day of school would be the most important one of the year. It was a day of first impressions, after all.
Nola - or Miss Lockhart, to the students - had dressed in a matching skirt and blouse. Both were appropriately tight, enough so to be slyly attractive, but not enough to give any jealous female colleagues reason to complain. She had also opted to not show any cleavage this day. It was her first real job, and she wanted it to start well.
By the last period of the day, Nola was full of smiles. She'd had a personal lunch with the headmaster, and all the students seemed quite taken with her. The classwork might be difficult, but they could tell Miss Lockhart was not a disciplinarian, and her youth attracted them (among other things).
Sitting at her desk, she waited for her final class to final in for the introductory session.
]Nola Lockhart was trouble. Any woman with her wits about her would recognize it, but very few men would. They would be too caught up in her raw, sexual attraction. Nola had that perfectly sweet and coy air about her that made her at once extremely likeable, and left men laying awake at night fantasizing about her laying on her back, screaming their name...
Nola was, as the phrase goes, a femme fatale. To make matters worse, she was also a high school teacher.
At twenty-five, she was truly a danger to young men with their raging hormones. She could not be described as anything less than in her prime. With natural blonde hair and clear blue eyes, she epitomized the classic American beauty. She had been complimented on her resemblance to the actress Scarlett Johansson a couple times. A button nose, full lips, and lightly tanned complexion filled out this image, but the feature that truly "filled" her out would have to have been her breasts. They were large for her slim frame, but not in a jarring, slutty way. Male eyes delighted on their perfect roundness, their infinite softness, and Nola had no qualms with showing them off. They made her feel more womanly and attractive than anything else, and any woman who denies that they like to feel sexy is a liar.
After getting her degree in teaching, Nola had flitted around for a while, temping here, sub-ing here... But she had finally landed a real job - teaching British Romantic poetry to seniors at a high school. She had had to move to the town, but as far as she was concerned, it would be a fresh change.
The school had been most accomodating, and the dean of students had seemed particularly eager to suggest a condo building where he had been kind enough to go so far as to get her a discount. Something about knowing the owner...
Having moved in the previous week, Nola was as settled in as best she could be, and had planned a couple of lessons for her class. The first day of school would be the most important one of the year. It was a day of first impressions, after all.
Nola - or Miss Lockhart, to the students - had dressed in a matching skirt and blouse. Both were appropriately tight, enough so to be slyly attractive, but not enough to give any jealous female colleagues reason to complain. She had also opted to not show any cleavage this day. It was her first real job, and she wanted it to start well.
By the last period of the day, Nola was full of smiles. She'd had a personal lunch with the headmaster, and all the students seemed quite taken with her. The classwork might be difficult, but they could tell Miss Lockhart was not a disciplinarian, and her youth attracted them (among other things).
Sitting at her desk, she waited for her final class to final in for the introductory session.
