"Hello Ms. Learner."
That voice, one that had been in countless fantasies when I was a bespectacled, brainy and horny teenager, caught me so off guard that I nearly dropped the punch I was holding. It was my ten-year high school reunion, held in the ballroom of the same hotel we had had our Senior Prom. I only came to show certain members of my class that even the biggest nerds are just successful swans in the making. Now I wore contacts, had a personal trainer that had whipped me into coke-bottle shape, was a thriving romantic erotica author and also had just celebrated my first year as an independent publisher. You better believe I was looking to rub it into the faces of former cheerleaders-slash-bullies turned unhappily married or divorced homemakers.
I hardly expected to see my former American Literature teacher Spencer Davis. Back then he was fresh out of college and every girl's dream lover. He was tall and athletically stout. He managed to look rock-hard and teddy bear cuddly at the same time. His skin brought to mind a rich sable coat, set off by startling gray eyes. My senior year had me spending many nights masturbating while thinking of his hands in and on me.
Feeling the heat of those memories in my face, I turned and whispered, "Mr. Davis!" Finding my voice, I said, "This is a pleasant surprise. Were we that bad a class that they thought we still needed you to chaperone us?" I asked smiling. I was rewarded with the smile that melted my heart and heated other parts as well.
"No, I'm the Assistant Principal now and the new Principal is sick so I'm standing in. I confess also that I was hoping to run into a few of my former students. You all were the first seniors I ever taught. It's amazing though..." he stopped in mid-sentence looking at me strangely.
"Mr. Davis?" I asked tentatively.
"Please, call me Spencer."
"I will only if you return the favor by calling me Tori, Spencer. Now, what were you saying about 'amazing'?"
"I was just thinking that I never realized how close in age we are."
With a boldness that I have rarely felt before I said, "Funny, I could never keep that fact off my mind in school. But I'm sure you realized you were the object of many a teenage fantasy that year."
That quick and sexy smile came into play again as he teased saying, "So can I take that to mean that I was the object of one of your fantasies Tori? If that is the case, then why haven't I seen myself in one of your steamy tales?"
Once again the spirit of some raunchy hussy that wanted this man tonight possessed me. At least that is the explanation I'm going to go with for the bald honesty of my response.
Looking him directly in the eye I said, "Oh yes sir, you starred in many of my teenage exploratory moments. Those fantasies were too hot for print though; closer to pornographic than erotic." Pleased to see the heat in his eyes, I decided to throw caution to the wind and see where this flirtation would take me. It had been over a year since I had been with anyone and frankly a girl was feeling a little frisky.
"So, would you like another drink?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"Isn't that my line as the man?" he asked jokingly.
"Not if the drink is in my room." I stated frankly, letting the underlying invitation show in my face.
Though he was obviously interested I could see that he was still hesitant. I can't say that I blame him because though we were both adults, he probably still saw the awkward brainiac I used to be. Crooking my finger, I indicated he should follow me out into the hall.
"Look Spencer, we're both adults now. You turn me on and to be perfectly honest, I'd like to act on it. But if you're too uncomfortable just let me know and though it will be difficult, I'll rein in my lust for you." I added some theatrics to lighten things up and it seemed to work. At this last comment he laughed and visibly relaxed.
"Tori, you're still as charming as ever. You're also sexy as hell. When I saw your picture on the jacket of your book, I recognized you immediately. After reading a few of your steamy chronicles I admit that I had a few fantasies about you of my own."
"Really? Care to tell me about them?"
Moving as close as possible without touching me he said, "I'd much rather show you."
Heat spread all over my body then, pooling in the wisp of silk that made up my thong. "You always were good at acting out the stories in class, so I guess I can count on a thorough demonstration of those desires, Mr. Davis?" I deliberately used his surname. I had a sudden craving for a student/teacher encounter.
Catching on he replied, "Most definitely, Ms. Learner."
"Then I guess you should lead the way to the study hall. I'm looking forward to an enlightened lesson."
When we got to his room I asked him, "So what is the lesson plan for today, Mr. Davis? Do you recommend a review of the basics or should we move on to something more advanced?"
Slowly walking towards me he smiled replying, "Since this is our first session I think we should do a review. You know, just so I can see what concepts you have a good grasp on."
Reaching for and rubbing his crotch where my prize was straining for liberation I said, "I think you'll find my grasp will show I have above average skills."
"I'll be the judge of that Ms. Learner." Pulling me to him, he kissed me in a way that was commanding yet tender. It was the kind of kiss that liquefies you with its slow heat; then burns you with the sudden explosion of lust at the end. Standing there with my body formed to his, top to bottom, I reveled in the sensations that were traveling through all of my erotic zones. As our hands roamed over each other I asked him, "So what would you like to test me on first, Mr. Davis?"
