Tom had arranged with Jim that they would both go to the ballpark on Sunday afternoon as the Florida Marlins were playing the last game of a three game series with the New York Mets. Tom's uncle had season tickets for the Marlins and had given him his pair of tickets for the game and both boys were keen to go as they had not been to any of the games this year. They decided they would go early to take in some of the pre-game entertainment, and maybe get some autographs. They also had the idea that they might meet some new girls at the stadium. So, at about one o'clock the two high school boys were heading south on University Drive in Tom's van, when suddenly something caught Jim's eye.
"Hey, Tom, slow down and look at this chick!" he yelled out excitedly. Sure enough, sitting on a bus bench was a young woman in a short red skirt showing off a very shapely pair of legs. Tom let out a low whistle as he saw her, and slowed right down as they passed her. Then Jim said, "Hey, that's Miss Robinson, the Biology teacher from school! Let's stop and see if she wants a ride!"
Tom slowed down and pulled up as quickly as he could. "Well, I tell you what, she can ride anything I've got!" he exclaimed, looking at her in his rear view mirror.
Jim laughed and said, "I'm with you there. She looks a knockout from here. Why don't you back up and let me talk to her?" Tom complied and as they drew level with the object of their desire, Jim rolled down his window and said, "Miss Robinson?"
Miss Robinson looked up at him and, not yet recognizing him, just responded, "Yes?"
Jim got out of the van and said, "It's Jim Hardaway. From school?"
Miss Robinson smiled as she finally recognized him, and said, "Oh yes, Jim, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first."
"I wasn't so sure it was you, either. You look so different in your Sunday clothes! So what are you doing here?"
She smiled again. "At the bus stop, you mean? Well, I'm waiting for the bus, silly!"
Jim grinned back. "I didn't quite mean that. I mean, don't you have a car?"
"Yes, but I was stupid enough to lend it to my boyfriend, and he was supposed to pick me up two hours ago. I'm not getting any answer on his cell phone and I got tired of waiting, so I decided I would get the bus home."
"Well, can we offer you a ride? Tom and I were going to the game, but we're way early."
"That's really kind of you, Jim, if you're sure it's no trouble?"
"No trouble at all, Miss Robinson. It's nice and cool in the van, much better than waiting here in the hot sun." Miss Robinson stood up and the boys now saw just how short her skirt was, accentuated by the fact that she was wearing stiletto heels, which also caused her boobs to jut out more than they normally would. Both of the guy's dicks showed their approval of her attire by immediately springing to attention and as he escorted her to the van Jim hoped that the teacher did not notice the way his pants now appeared to have a flagstaff inside! Jim opened the door for her and helped her get into the back seat, and thought he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her white panties as she sat down. Miss Robinson was careful, however, to make sure she kept her legs tightly together after she sat down. Jim closed the sliding door of the van and then jumped into the front seat.
"So where are you going, Miss Robinson?" Tom asked as he eased the van back into the traffic. "I assume you were heading south?"
"Yes, that's right. I live in Pembroke Pines, about a mile west of University. You guys were going to Pro Player?"
"Yeah. We have tickets for the Mets game this afternoon."
"Well, it's not too far out of your way then. I'm really very glad you guys stopped. I was getting quite hot waiting there in the sun."
Tom flashed a grin at Jim, who said, "Yes, Miss Robinson, we can see that! "
Miss Robinson reached in her purse for her phone and starting punching in numbers, but she apparently was still unable to make any contact. She soon gave up and put the phone back in her purse saying, "That bastard better bring my car back soon. Chances are he's picked up some tart and he's in some hotel room doing God knows what!"
Jim looked back at her sympathetically, asking, "How long have you known him?"
"Just a few months, but I'm getting tired of being stood up for the floozy of the week! I should have known better than to lend him my car, knowing how he is. He'd better have a good reason why he didn't come back for me, or his ass is grass!"
They continued to chat about a number of insignificant matters, and soon reached the intersection of University and Pines Boulevard, where Tom turned west. Miss Robinson directed them to her apartment building and they pulled into a spare parking space.
"Well, guys, thank you very much for the ride. I really appreciate your kindness."
"You're welcome, Miss Robinson," Tom replied. "It was our pleasure!"
"Well, if you're not in a hurry, would you like to come in for a cold soda or something?"
The boys looked at each other and then nodded. "Sure, thanks very much!" Jim said.
"Good! Come on up then."
Jim leapt out of the van and helped her get out, and then the three of them strolled over to the main entrance. Miss Robinson's apartment was on the second floor, so they took the elevator up. During the short ride the boys could not take their eyes off the young teacher, as they now could see that the white blouse she was wearing was quite low cut and was showing a generous amount of cleavage. This was aided by the fact that the top button was undone, something Jim had not noticed before, which he thought he probably would have done. Moments later they all entered the apartment, which was quite spacious with plenty of sunlight streaming in. They noticed that Miss Robinson locked and bolted the door after them, with the explanation, "Just to keep out any unwanted guests!" It was quite hot inside the apartment and Miss Robinson quickly said, "I'm sorry it's so hot in here, but I'll turn on the A-C and it'll soon cool down." She indicated the settee in the living room, telling the boys, "Please sit down and make yourselves at home. What would you like to drink? Soda? Wine? Beer?" The boys both settled for cokes and Miss Robinson went into the kitchen after turning on the air-conditioning. She soon reappeared with two cokes and a beer, handing the sodas to her guests before slipping off her shoes and sitting down in an easy chair facing them, tucking her legs underneath her hips.
Tom was the first to speak. "This is a nice place you have here, Miss Robinson. Have you lived here long?"
"About six months, Tom. Oh, by the way, since we are friends now, you can call me Mandy, OK? Except in class, of course!"
They grinned at this last comment, and Jim said, "Right you are, Mandy! Do you share with anyone, or do you live by yourself?"
"No, it's all mine," Mandy replied, shifting her legs from under her body to put her feet on the floor and taking a long drink from her beer. The boys noticed that the shift in her position gave them a quick glimpse of her white panties and they shot a quick glance at each other. "So, how old are you guys?"
"We'll both be nineteen in December."
"And graduating this summer?"
"That's right," Tom replied. "We can see the light at the end of the tunnel!"
"Hoping that it's not a train coming in the opposite direction?"
They all laughed at that and Mandy shifted her position again, causing her legs to open a little wider, and revealing a greater expanse of her white panties to the two teenagers' eyes.
"I see," she said, finishing off her beer. "You guys ready for another one? I'm thirsty after waiting out in the hot sun." They said they were, and Mandy asked, "Well, how about a beer this time?"