This is my first try, so let me know what you think.
And there she was, for the third week in a row, a wide grin splitting her youthful face. And just like the last two weeks she was dressed to kill, this time with a white tube top barely covering her perky breasts, and black skirt that left very little up to the imagination, just barely covering where her tight little ass met her long, athletic legs. She looked him right in the eye, and gave a demure little wink. Will immediately knew he was in way over his head. Somehow he managed to stop his knees from giving way.
Will Sullivan walked right past Brooke and into the store. He nodded to the clerk and walked to the back cooler, retrieved a cold thirty-pack of light beer and brought it to the counter. He pulled out his ID and a twenty dollar bill, paid for the beer and brought it out to his jeep. Brooke was gone.
Will Sullivan was 24 years old and a year out of his undergraduate studies. He had discovered too late that he wanted to be a writer, and decided to stick with his history major at school instead of taking an extra year to switch majors. After an attempt at jumping into the writing business, it became clear that he would need more schooling if he wanted to be successful.
However more school meant more money. It was money Will just didn't have. So he picked up a job that allowed him to make a decent wage, but also work on his writing on the side. He talked to an old teacher friend of his, and for the past year Will had worked at the local high school as a classroom aide and substitute teacher.
Will was young, intelligent, tall and good-looking, with a fairly decent physique. He remembered what it was like to be in high school and how much being hassled by teachers sucked, so he was fairly easy-going around the students. They liked him immediately. Will was clueless at first, but eventually he heard a few whispers, caught a few longing stares, noticed an unusual amount of "accidental" brushes from some students who seemed to like him a bit more than others. These students, of course, were all young women.
That day was just the first time he had noticed the special attention. He had noticed the girls the first second he had walked into the high school. Nearly all of them had young, tight bodies; they were young flowers just beginning to blossom. They talked and laughed and bounced around the halls, sporting the latest fashions and styles, gossiped the latest gossip. "Was this what high school had been like when I was here?" Will found himself asking. It must have been. Nothing changes that drastically.
Will knew that it was he that had changed. In high school he was more worried about video games, or sports, or cars, or hanging out with his buddies. Sure, he had a dated a few girls in high school, and managed to lose his virginity his junior year, young and nervous like the rest of us. But now that he had been to college and played "the game" with all the other young and horny co-eds, he was different.
So from the first moment he had walked into the high school, and had sensed one thing: sex. The sexual tension was unbelievable. Hormones were coursing through the students' veins like cars around a race track. Whether the students knew it or not, the struggle to get laid started here, and it started for the girls much earlier than it did for the guys. Even the freshmen girls were flaunting everything they had to offer to anyone who was willing to look. Or, that is, anyone who knew how to look.
Will was not about to fool around with the students, however. He knew better. The last thing he needed was to destroy his developing career with a statutory rape charge, or in the best-case scenario, get fired from the local high school for messing around with one of the "legal" eighteen-year-old seniors. That was not only some bad publicity, but he would be out of a pretty good job! Also, once he got accepted to graduate school, he didn't want to jeopardize his chance there for the fall.
None of this stopped him from looking and fantasizing, that was for sure. It was not at all uncommon for Will to hurry home from work, bust through the door in his apartment, rush into his room and jack off for over an hour to get a release. Will had his favorites to fantasize about, of course, and managed to study their features at school intently, committing them to memory for later recollection. The girls certainly helped him with this, wearing tight clothing, and always showing off a little for their favorite young substitute. Will noticed a lot of girls who managed to "accidentally" drop things in front of him, then slowly bend over, chest out and ass waving in the air, only to slowly stand back up, sneaking a glance in his direction to see what effect this had on Mr. Sullivan.
After eight months of this blissful teasing, the end of the year finally came and with it graduation. Will sat and watched the procession, seeing how happy the seniors were to be moving on. He knew their best years were ahead of them, remembering what it was like to graduate from high school and how great college was. He envied them, and while he was excited to be resuming his studies in the fall, knew deep down he would miss the high school and all the eye candy that came with it. These girls had a sweet innocence to them, one that was almost entirely lost as they got older, not to mention the beating their hard little bodies would take in college. Will had experienced the "Freshman Fifteen" first hand, and knew that some girls just never recovered. As the years progressed it was harder and harder to keep the pounds off. Very soon, genuine effort would be required to keep up their appearances.
For the summer, Will managed to pick up a job doing a little landscaping. It was good pay, and it was fun being outside and working with his hands. Will was intelligent, but he was no stranger to a hard day's work. His boss didn't mind if he took his shirt off at work either, so Will was getting a decent tan.
Just like Will was accustomed to manual labor, he also knew the best way to cap off a day of working outside in the hot sun: a cold beer, or more accurately, six cold beers. One Friday he walked into the local corner store to buy a six-pack, per usual. He rounded a corner, walking with an urgency of a man who just needed a drink, and walked straight into another customer. Two bags of chips flew into the air, and a young lady fell to the ground. Will, feeling like an idiot, quickly apologized and bent over to help her up. She shook her head and looked up at him, and immediately Will froze, trapped in her gaze.
It was Brooke. His favorite "recollection" from school.
She was wearing a faded green tank top and a pair of cutoff jean shorts. Her long, dark brown hair was a mess from the collision, and her leggy 5'9" frame was sprawled out on the floor, just beginning to sit up. She looked up at him, and smiled. Never taking her eyes from his, she slowly brushed aside her disheveled hair from her face. Will had never seen anything so sexy in his entire life.
"I'm... I'm so sorry about that. Are... are you ok?" Will managed to stammer.
"Well are you going to help me up, Mr. Sullivan, or are you just gonna stand there with that not-so-bright look on your face?" she asked, grinning. Her white teeth seemed to glimmer in the florescent light.
"Oh, sorry, Brooke," Will managed weakly. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. As soon as he touched her hand he could feel how soft her pale skin was. Her touch paralyzed him, and he stood there with her and enveloped in his. She looked down at their clasped hands and slowly looked back up at him, giving a smile.
"Are you going to give me that back?" she asked. Will quickly came back to his senses and knew he was caught. His mind desperately searched for a witty comment to salvage this encounter.
"If I must," Will sighed, and then shot Brooke a toothy grin. Brooke giggled as she took her hand back. It was music to Will's ears. He noticed the bags of junk food still on the ground at the same time she did, and they both bent over to retrieve them. Picking up one bag, he brought his head up and found himself directly looking down Brooke's tank top. Her modest-sized, shapely breasts hung there in front of him, her nipples just barely covered by a lacey white bra. The magnificent sight caused Will's breath to catch in his throat. Brooke heard the gasp and looked up. Will quickly stood and handed her the bag. His face began to redden.
