At my private boarding school, every student had a faculty advisor. At the start of my senior year, I wanted to switch advisors for a second time, something most people didn't do even once. I just didn't relate to the geek math teacher guy, and I didn't want to have to sit through any more advisor dinners at his house on campus. At the first student assembly of the year, I saw Jamie.
She was fresh out of Brown University. My school would hire teachers on a temporary basis if they were talented but had no teaching certification, and she was only 22. I first saw her in an itty bitty tennis skirt and tank top, at 5'2 and 100 lbs she could not be distinguished from a teen student in a group. She was absolutely gorgeous, with short brown hair and big brown eyes, tiny tits and freckles. Athletically thin and tanned and for some reason much sexier than the other girls at the school. I heard her name from some conversation. New English teacher. Jamie Brown.
I walked past the dean's office later and a crazy thought passed through my mind. I walked in and told the secretary Fran, I want to change my advisor. She thought about it for one second, then stood up and went to get the dean in his office. He came out in a few seconds.
"Hey Ted, you're not happy with Doc Smith, is that right?"
"He's great, I just don't really get along with him that well, unless I want to talk about math. I just need real advice about college this year."
"Well you can change advisors, I don't know who we've got.."
I remained silent like I had all day. I willed it.
The dean looked at Fran, "You know, we have those three new teachers who only have freshmen assigned to them."
"I don't have a problem with a new teacher" I volunteered.
"We've got Miss Brown, Miss Ellis and Mr. uhh.."
"Any of them, just give me Miss Brown" I said quickly yet casually. Give me Miss Brown, I repeated silently to myself.
"Okay, sure, we'll put you in a group of all freshmen with Jamie Brown. You can introduce yourself, I'll tell her at tomorrow's assembly."
I was happy. Jamie Brown was cute as fuck, and a teacher, and I was going to be her new best friend.
We met officially the next day. I found her in her seat at Assembly and introduced myself. Her eyes lit up as I told her I was her new student. We had only a few seconds before I had to take my seat, but I managed to get a couple great smiles out of her when I passed her on campus. I was a graduating senior with a cool reputation and lots of friends, Jamie knew no one.
A week later, we had the first Advisor Dinner night of the year. Jamie lived in the faculty apartment at the end of one of the girls' dorms. We ate pizza and introduced ourselves around her living room. I remained mostly silent watching Jamie and her beautiful tiny body as she uneasily played mom to the new freshmen expressing their stunned remarks from the first full week since their parents dumped them 200 miles from home. On the way out, Jamie gave hugs to the five freshmen girls and boys. She then looked at me funny, like maybe it was different hugging a 5'11 guy who was fifty pounds heavier than her. But then she gave me the hug anyway, and it was good and long and just awkward enough to prove there was something there. I was in heaven.
We spent the school year flirting, having occasion to see each other almost every day just by chance in a school so small. I never had any troubles, but Jamie had lots of occasion to congratulate me, and she did so with obvious admiration with a hand on my arm or even my thigh once. I refused to be "advised" or to let her have any kind of feeling of responsibility for me, instead acting as if I were older, wiser than the other students. More than once I dropped hints that I would like to take her off campus to show her something cool. Maybe go to dinner. No, just us. It didn't work. But day after day, I kept up the assault, always with a long look or a smile or a hand on the middle of her back, no small feat for a teen boy.
