There are moments in life where we don't realize how much of an impact we have on someone's life. I was a first year teacher with an early morning class of seniors who were taking US History. These were not the best or the brightest - they were students who had failed US History their first time around and needed to pass to be able to graduate.
One of the girls, Allie, was out of place. She was an average student who had gotten sick the last six weeks of her junior year and missed so much class a few of her teachers flunked her. It was sad really. She was going to be fine and could actually put two sentences together when she had a thought but because of a zero tolerance policy on attendance she had to sit through my remedial class.
Allie was gorgeous. She had light olive skin and dark hair. Her eyes seemed almost too large to be real and her smile was dazzling. After coming back to school at the start of her senior year she had put weight back on in all of the right places. Her arms and legs were perfectly toned but her jeans barely hugged her hips and ass. Her tops hugged her tight stomach and large D breasts. She was every male teacher's nightmare. Perfectly curvy, mature enough to know how to advertise it, and she was ALWAYS in to older guys.
She never wasted any time on her classmates or their issues. So it was no surprise to many of us when the last 2 months of her senior year things seemed to change with Allie. She quit dressing up. She quit wearing make up. Her shirts got baggier even though her breasts seemed to fill more of them out. She quit wearing yoga pants and tight jeans. We all guessed it before the email came through - she was pregnant.
Allie was going to finish the year at home and we could send assignments to her or fail her and let her worry about summer school to get a diploma. I was angry about the way things had happened for her last year so I called a meeting and got her 6 academic teachers to agree to send work home so she could finish with out school and walk across the stage in May with her friends.
She cried when I told her and her adoptive parents what had happened. They tried to hug me and offered gifts and I politely declined and said, "Please just take care of this new little life and keep working hard!"
The year finished. Her parents and she cried again at graduation after they thanked me. Everyone moved on. I taught for 5 more years and then left my job to work at a startup I founded with two other friends from college. I hadn't thought about Allie in years.
Then the stars aligned and I was able to harvest the fruits of the favor I had planted 6 years earlier. I was at a swanky fundraiser for a local foundation when I saw her. Even from across the room I knew exactly who it was. She seemed taller in heels and her hair fell differently but I would have known those curves and that smile anywhere. It was Allie.
I watched from my table as she sipped at a drink and coyly talked to a group of three men who were clearly looking to take her home. She had on a short, black dress that hugged her hips and barely covered her thighs with a top that was white and plunged between her breasts almost to her belly button. She knew what she was doing. Those men would have emptied their bank accounts for a chance to see what was underneath.
I walked over to the bar and asked for a scotch, neat and strode over to her. I politely approached the group and said, "Excuse me...Allie?"
She lit up.
"Mr. Hammersmith! It's really you!"
She pushed from out of the circle and threw her arms around my neck. She still had her drink and small clutch in her hands but her arms wrapped all the way around me and her left foot came off the floor and my hands scooped around her waist to catch her. It was intoxicating. I had never dreamed of holding her that close, much less sliding my hands around her waist. Her hair smelled of orange blossoms and vanilla and her skin was insanely smooth as I rubbed my hands along her arms as the hug ended.
She immediately focused in on me and didn't turn back to the group of three men. You could see the contempt as they wondered how I had walked across and had gotten this girl. I wasn't thin or cut right - I was muscular and fit awkwardly into my suit but I had somehow bewitched this alluring Goddess. They were not impressed.
"I have wanted to talk to you for so long." She exclaimed as she became much more animated than she had been while I was watching her.
"You saved me and my family so much hassle. I was able to finish school and then have my daughter Ava and start college just a year late."
"I'm so glad. I knew you could do it. What are you doing now?" I asked fighting to make sure I kept eye contact with her instead of diving into her perfect cleavage.
"I run my own business. It's a little embarrassing telling my former teacher this but what the hell? I own The Kingdom in downtown."
"The expensive night club with the topless dancers?!" I couldn't believe it. I had spent the last two Friday nights in there and done pretty well with the girls I had taken home.
