This is my first story. Please tell me what you think! :)
Big thanks to my editor!
All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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My first day of high school was the day I met the hottest guy I'd ever seen in my life. I had no trouble finding my first class, but I got lost while trying to find my second. The hallways emptied, making me feel stupid that nobody else got lost but me. When the bell rang I started rushing around aimlessly, not wanting to be too late. I remember thinking how funny the school smelt as I turned a corner and slammed right into someone. We apologized and his big strong arms wrapped around me holding me up as I found my balance. He was tall, at least 6 feet and towered over my average height. Other than his height, I could tell he was a teacher because of his outfit. He wore slacks and an untucked button up shirt. He had nice muscles, but with more of a sleek look than bulky and had short light brown hair. His face was incredibly handsome with eyes that pierced into you and he had a deep sexy voice.
I shook my thoughts away long enough to ask him for help. He was clearly amused when I told him of my being lost and asked for my schedule. Then he put his hand on the small of my back to turn me in the right direction and pointed to where i had to go. I thanked him and was on my way. I was hoping that he would be one of my new teachers, but he wasn't.
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Over the next few years, every now and then I would see him around school. Then on the first day of my senior year, I walked into my last class of the day and there he was. Apparently his name is Mr. Johnson and he taught English. I was excited to have such a hot teacher, who wouldn't be? As the year went on though, my infatuation with him grew a lot stronger. It started being his maturity that made him so attractive. It seems like high school guys either fit into (or at least attempt to fit into) one of two categories, preppy and jocky or ghetto. But Mr. Johnson, he was just...a man. He was smart, deep, funny, and sweet. He made all the guys my age, not to mention the ones I've dated over the last few years, seem like little boys. So I started developing a pretty big crush on him.
I was pretty good looking, a little above average chest and hour glass figure. I had long dirty blonde hair and a pretty face. I started suspecting that he had a thing for me too when he would do certain things. Like I always caught him staring at me from his desk, and when he would walk around the room when the class was working quietly he would always walk by me super slowly and linger around my desk. Also, whenever I would ask for help and he'd bend down to help me he always put his arm around me and squeeze my leg lightly when he was done. Of course all of these things could have been innocent and I was just building it all up in my head to mean something it didn't. But then one day we were talking. He was a cool teacher so we would sometimes chit chat after class for a minuet since it was the last class of the day. Our ages had come up during our conversation. He was 34 and when I told him that I was 17 his face was a total look of disappointment.
I think what really confirmed it was when we were in class one day. We were watching a movie on the projector and the light were off. I was wearing a really short skirt that day. I don't usually dress very revealing but I paired it with a loose top that didn't show anything so they balanced out. My legs were crossed and I had an itch on my upper thigh. Since it was dark I pulled up my skirt and scratched it. For some reason my eyes flickered over to him at his desk. He was leaning back in his chair with his hand behind his head facing the movie, but his eyes were looking right at my legs! When I pushed my skirt back down he looked at me in the eyes, so he knew that I knew he was looking at my legs. So he immediately looked back at the movie and pretended that that nothing happened. I smiled inside now knowing that he was attracted to me. But would he try anything with me? And did he "like" me? I wasn't sure.
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A couple days later when I was walking up to his class I was stopped by this guy who I knew liked me. I got asked out pretty often but I've always been kind of picky. The guys name was Jake and he was one of those jock types on the basketball team. He was pretty cool and good looking but just wasn't my type. He started flirting with me as usual and was standing like an inch away from me. Mr. Johnson was standing outside the classroom using his back to hold the door open like all the teachers do to greet the kids as they came in. I could just feel his eyes on me. When we were finished talking and I walked up to the door, not only did he not say his usual "Afternoon Mrs. Henderson." (He never called me by my first name, Julie.) But he didn't even look at me. And his face looked really mad. In fact, he ignored me all through class and refused to call on me every time I raised my hand for a question. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was jealous.
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The next day was my birthday. I guess he got over being mad because he greeted me when I walked into class. When everyone was inside and he closed the door, some girl a few seats over from mine called out.
