Miss Anderson had only been teaching high school for a couple of years. Upon graduating college with her education degree she actually considered being a flight attendant. She had always wanted to travel - who doesn't, but the economy wasn't great and the airlines weren't hiring. There was, however, a huge demand for teachers. The district where Dawn grew up in Florida was in desperate need of teachers at all levels and actually offered her a job almost a full year before she graduated. "What the hell, I might as well take it. At least I have a job and I can always do the flight attendant thing when the airlines start hiring again in a few years." She told herself when deciding to return to her old hometown. The problem was, she had hoped to get away from her hometown and go somewhere else. But it was familiar ol' sunny Florida and the money was good. She got lots of offers from other districts but they wanted her to sign contracts saying that she would teach in these 'disadvantaged' schools in some inner-city project somewhere. This wasn't exactly her idea of fun, so back to Florida she went.
Dawn wasn't bad to look at. Five feet ten with blondish brown hair, her best asset was her nice ass until her mom gave her the money for a boob job as a graduation gift. She had always complained about the way she looked, especially when all of her friends filled out and she didn't follow suit. The operation not only transformed her from nearly flat-chested to having two firm round grapefruit size tits, but also from someone who wasn't satisfied with her own body to someone who loved it. She wasn't exactly Pam Anderson, but she felt just as sexy. Then the irony set in. She looked better than she ever had yet there were no guys around. They were either all married or they were rednecks or she just wasn't interested in them. Save for one guy in six months, she hadn't dated anyone since she was in college almost three years ago.
It was late in the school year and Miss Anderson was teaching english composition. The class was made up of seniors who were getting ready to graduate. They were your typical high school students. Sometimes attentive, but mostly concerned with their social lives, members of the opposite sex, and getting out of school. They would do the work, but at this stage in their school careers, couldn't really see the point of english comp. Their work was about what you would expect from eighteen year-olds with this attitude, just good enough to get a passing grade. However, occasionally someone would stand out as a good writer. Miss Anderson, doing what a good teacher always does, would lavish encouragement upon the student hoping that someday they would do something with their talent. The assignment to be turned in this Thursday afternoon was a two-page composition using a writing form they had been studying. They had five days to write the paper - including the weekend - to prepare it. Miss Anderson doubted it would matter, but the kids insisted on the extra time. When everything was turned in Dawn packed up her grading work and headed for home.
She was a third of the way through the compositions when she picked up the work by a student named Steve. He was eighteen and off to college a few months after graduation. So far the works had been what she expected: nothing great. Steve's was starting out that way, but page two shocked her. It was a very rough draft written on the front and back of a single piece of paper. Here and there whole lines were scratched out and rewritten. Entire paragraphs were written in the margins with arrows pointing back into the text indicating their intended location. The whole page was filled with text not related to the assignment and, as she read it, obviously not meant for her eyes.
Dawn began to read a story about how Steve had hidden behind bushes in the woods behind her house and watched her on the weekends when she was laying out in the sun on her back patio. She lived out on the edge of town where neighbors were very few and far between. Then it struck her. Sometimes she was topless! But only when she was sure nobody was around--or so she thought. She had even been horny and masturbated once. Did he see that too? It didn't seem so. Though he apparently had seen her during one of her topless times because he wrote about 'how hard [his] dick gets when [she] takes her top off and massages oil across them'. Dawn was shocked to learn that someone had been watching her but oddly flattered by the glowing review of her figure and beauty.
As she continued to read, the text got more and more sexual. Steve fantasized that he would show up when Dawn was lying out in the sun. She would ask him to rub oil all over her body. Then she would remove her top and tell him that he 'forgot these'. He would rub one tit while sucking on the other. Then he would remove her bikini bottom lick her clit. When she could no longer control her excitement he would spread her legs apart and shove his cock into her while she screamed, "Oh, yes! Yes, Fuck me!" He wrote that he 'wanted to fuck her for hours', and 'to hear her tell him to come inside her'. The story went on to describe how she was straddling him so she could ride his cock, moaning in ecstasy while he squeezed her tits. There wasn't a definitive end to the story, however the last paragraph had with him straddling her, sliding his dick between her tits and coming all over them.
Dawn finished reading the rough draft and caught herself returning to reality as though she were in a trance. It was then that she realized just how startled she was by what she had just read, but not because she just learned that a student had been so bold as to watch her lay out when she was topless. Nor did the explicit description of his sexual fantasy about her bother her either. At least there was none of that "Miss Anderson, I love you" crap and subsequent crush and/or stalking. And it wasn't like he was making unwanted advances or even googly eyes at her in class. This kind of unadulterated lust was the last thing she would've expected from Steve. But what did startle her was how lucid and engaging the story was. She had been drawn into the story and could visualize each scene like she was having an out-of-body experience. Few of her students ever had been able to organize their thoughts and write as clearly as Steve had done in this rough draft. Granted it was an arousing sexual fantasy about her, and an exceptionally well written one. Then she caught herself. Arousing? She was aroused by the story.
The revelation of being clandestinely watched by someone while laying out almost naked gave her an idea. Realizing that the element of surprise was in her favor, Dawn smiled. "So, he likes watching me, does he?" She muttered to herself, and began to think of ways to have some fun playing with Steve's mind. Knowing that her body could motivate this young man to such a level of lust gave her an erotic feeling. Maybe this coming weekend she would lay out facing the woods making certain that Steve would have an unobstructed view of her body. Then the show would begin. She could spend extra time oiling herself up. Then take her top off and spend time massaging her tits well after they were oiled. Maybe, if she were horny enough, she would take everything off and lay out in the sun naked. "That would drive Steve nuts." She mumbled to herself as she glanced over the paper again. Then she wondered if she would be able to go a step further and masturbate while he watched. Maybe she would do that with her bikini bottom on, she thought to herself. The sexual images the story had implanted in her mind along with the thoughts of masturbating and/or being naked in the sun on her patio was making her horny and wet, but it was getting late and there was more grading to do.
The next day Dawn chose her outfit carefully. To everyone else she was Miss Anderson, dressed like she was every other day. But, in a way, she wasn't. She taught her english classes and then her english comp class. She gave back the papers without letting on what she had read. However, she didn't give him a grade, she simply wrote 'See me about this assignment' in red ink on the front.
At the end of the day Steve knocked on the office door that Miss Anderson shared with another teacher. It was Friday afternoon and the other teacher had left for the day. He found her alone in the room sitting at her desk entering grades into her record book.
"Um, you needed to see me about this paper Miss Anderson?" He said with bewilderment. He didn't understand why he didn't have a grade and what she needed to see him about.
'Yes I did." Motioning to the chair in front of her desk, she began. "Have a seat. Steve, last night while grading your paper I found something very unusual." Steve swallowed hard, and she suspected that he knew what she was talking about. She got up, walked around in front of Steve and leaned back against the desk looking down at him. Then she held up the sexual fantasy paper he had written and turned in by accident with his assignment.
"This was with the paper you turned in." She turned the front of the paper to her and spoke while glancing across it. "It is a paper about me and it is laced with sexual references. Worse yet, it would appear here", she raised her voice as she pointed to the top of the first page, "that you've been spying on me at my home! What do you have to say for yourself?"
Steve just sat there stupefied, looking for words that wouldn't come, or even matter if they did.
"Steve, I should turn this in to the principal. He'll probably have you suspended. You should be suspended!" Her tone became more stern and angry with each sentence. Dawn just crossed her arms and stared at Steve, a look of disappointment on her face. But then she backed off.
"Did you write this?" She asked matter-of-factly.
Blushing and embarrassed he said in a deflated tone, "Yes. But I turned it in by accident, I swear."
"How long have you been watching me from the woods?" She asked.
"About three months, since spring."
"Three months!" She said with a disgusted snort. Throwing her hands up in the air she asked, "Have you done anything else that I should know about?"
"Oh, no ma'am." He replied in the most reassuring tone he could muster.
"You do realize that if they suspend you - and they will when they read this - getting into a university will be much more difficult if not impossible?"
His future threatened, Steve began to panic. "I didn't mean it. Nobody was supposed to see it. It's just something I wrote. I didn't mean anything by it."
