Riley could hear the alarm buzzing but her dreaming mind struggled to ignore it. The fight ended when her mother, Heather, started gently shaking her shoulder. Riley rolled over and said, "Just five more minutes, please."
"Not a chance. The last time I gave you five more minutes it turned into thirty and you were almost late for school," replied Heather as she pulled the covers back.
"Okay...I am getting up," said Riley.
Riley got up and went to her dresser. The night before she had laid out her basketball uniform. Tonight Centerville's Lady Tigers were playing the Anderson Blue Jays. Riley and the rest of the Lady Tigers were not looking forward to the game because it was probably going to be humiliating defeat. Holding to team tradition, Riley was going to proudly wear her uniform to school. The only problem with that is the uniform was utterly hideous.
The uniform they actually played in were not that bad. The jersey was orange with black lettering and shorts were black with an orange stripe running down the outside of the leg. The warm-ups they wore over it were the issue. They were an orange and black tiger stripe pattern that looked like it belonged on a pimps couch or maybe his car seat covers.
Riley left the bedroom she shared with mother and went to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast before heading off for school. Heather was leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Riley noticed right away that she was not dressed in her usual work clothes. She had on a pair of old tennis shoes, her faded blue jeans that had holes in the knees, and a dark green turtle neck sweater.
"Did they start casual Friday's at the office?" asked Riley as she poured milk over her cereal.
Heather was not sure what to say. She had not told Riley about Grace's offer. Her first thought was to lie. She wanted to but how would she explain where the money came from. To do that she would have make up another lie. The prospect of having to lie over and over again was not something she wanted to live with.
"I am not going to the office today. Mrs. Patterson, my boss' wife, asked if I would pose for her. She thinks she is an artist and is looking for a model. She offered me a lot of money to do it so I said I would."
"What kind of posing are you going to be doing?" asked Riley.
Heather lifted her coffee cup in front of her mouth and said before she took a sip, "She wants to paint me in the nude."
"Really...That is cool. You have a great body. You should show it off."
Heather had not expected that reaction from Riley. She thought Riley would have been shocked but instead she was okay with it. Like it was no big deal. This threw her completely off guard and the only thing she could say was, "You think I have a great body?"
Riley simply answered, "Yes."
Heather's outlook on the whole situation changed in an instant. She originally entered into this deal only because she wanted to help Riley pay for college. Now she felt differently. She was still going to use the money for Riley's tuition but now she was actually looking forward to posing for Grace. Heather gave Riley a hug and said she needed to get going.
Riley finished her bowl of cereal and left not long after her mother. While she was waiting in front of her building for ride to arrive she thought she saw Mr. Ross pulling out of her apartment building's parking lot. He was one of the teachers at her school and quite possibly the hottest man she had ever seen. Riley was not alone in her attraction. Every girl wished to be in one of his classes. Riley was one of the lucky ones. She had Mr. Ross for her favorite class, Creative Writing.
Riley's first two classes of the day were advanced placement courses and were by far her hardest classes. Once they were over the rest of her school day was easy. Her next class was Creative Writing. Riley slipped through the door just before the bell rang. She took her seat and waited for Mr. Ross to start the class.
Mr. Ross stood up from behind his desk and went to the blackboard. On Friday's the school faculty was allowed to wear blue jeans and Mr. Ross never disappointed his female students. He started to write something on the blackboard but Riley was too focused on his butt to care what he was writing. When he turned to face the class Riley could swear she could make out the bulge of his package.
Riley knew if she kept staring Mr. Ross would eventually catch her so she peeled her eyes reluctantly away to see what he had written. In all capital letters he had written the word "DESCRIPTION". He started his lecture by saying the word twice.
"Is the largest cause of frustration for any writer. I myself have struggled at times with trying to find the ideal way to describe an object, a person, or a even a situation," he paused for a moment. Mr. Ross was not just a teacher. He was also a published author. While he was still in college he had a book of his poetry published and in the four years he had been teaching at Wilson High School he had two fiction novels also published. None of them every made the best sellers list but Riley loved his poetry.
He continued his lecture, "Writers have to take something they have in their mind and translate that into written words that can paint the same picture in someone else's mind. Not an easy task. So in order to help you develop your skills of description I have a writing exercise for you. I want you to picture the most beautiful rose in your mind and you have till the end of class to write a description of it."
The class started working on the assignment Mr. Ross walked up and down the rows of desks. Occasional he would stop and read over a student's shoulder and offer a suggestion. Riley stared at the blank paper before her. She could picture a rose in her mind. She almost started a simple description of it but instead she thought of something a little different.
She decided to write her description in the first person as if she were the rose. The idea came to her as she watched Mr. Ross pass by her desk. When he passed by she thought about how great it would be to actually be those jeans. Wrapped around that perfectly shaped butt and across his cock. Then her mind drifted back to the assignment and she asked what if I were the rose.
Using this new perspective the description seemed to just flow onto the paper. Riley sensed that the bell was about to ring so she quickly scribbled out her last sentence. The bell rang. While her classmates hustled out for their next class, Riley went to Mr. Ross's desk to turn in her work. She was about to place it in his inbox but Mr. Ross reached for it instead.
He leaned back in his chair and started to read. His deep blue eyes skimmed slowly over her words. Riley watched as his lips turned into a wide smile. He set the paper down on his desk and said, "This is really amazing work. I am really impressed."
Riley was not sure what to say at first but she managed to say, "I'm glad you like it."
"I am the rose. My beauty is a gift to the world."
It took her a moment to realize that he was quoting her.
He set the paper on his desk and said, "Next week on Saturday night I am hosting a poetry read at the Beat, it's a little coffee shop downtown next to the CU campus. A group of us get together and read stuff we have written. It is very casual. I would really like for you to come and read this."
Riley was completely dumbfounded. Mr. Ross thought something she had written was that good. All she could say was, "Alright."
"Great! We start at eight."
Riley went back to her desk and got her books. On her way to Study Hall she was in her own world. This was almost too good to be true. Mr. Ross, the teacher every girl wanted, just asked her to spend time with him after school. Riley did not even realize that Ms. Pritchard, her basketball coach, was calling her name."
Ms. Pritchard grabbed Riley's arm and asked, "Riley are you okay? You look totally out of it."
"Uhh...Ms. Pritchard...I'm fine. I was just thinking about something," stammered Riley.
"I think I know what is wrong with you. Go to my office and wait for me. What is your next class?"
I took Riley a moment to recall, "Uhh...Study Hall."
"Okay. I will go let them you will be with me."
Riley changed direction and went off to Ms. Pritchard's office. Ms. Pritchard was also the school nurse so her office also served as her examination room. While she waited for Ms. Pritchard she could not help remembering what had happened in there earlier that week and then what followed in the locker room after with Maria. The memories alone were enough for her to start getting aroused.
Ms. Pritchard opened the door and quickly locked it behind. Ever since she had seen and touched Riley's nude body she had not been able to get the thoughts out of her head. It was driving her crazy and she needed to do something.
"Riley, you are one of my best players and I can not have you so distracted that you cannot perform. Tonight we are going to have a tough game against Anderson," said Ms. Pritchard.
"I know that tonight's game is going to be tough but I do not know why you would think that I am distracted."
"You were practically orgasmic in the hallway just now!"
Riley now understood. Earlier that week her team mates dared her to let Ms. Pritchard exam her pussy. She had told Ms. Pritchard that she had been having strange feelings.
"You need to release that sexual tension so you can focus. Go ahead and get out of that uniform."
Riley did as she was told and started to undress. She was not sure where this was going but she did it anyway. Riley stripped down to her bra and panties and turned to face her coach.
"My God! Look at you. Your nipples are hard as rocks and I can see that enormous clit of yours through those panties from across the room. You clearly need to masturbate."
