"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.
