There are two main categories for this piece. Lesbian Sex and Fantasy (supernatural hero stuff). Enjoy.
There she was. My old high-school teacher, my first crush ever. Her green eyes sympathetically looking into mine. Her fingers brushing strands of hair out of my bloody face.
"Are you alright?" her lips form these words that don't register in my ears, instead they are filled with silence.
A painful silence and around me there's darkness and in the darkness there are three lights. I notice they're not normal light sources, it's three of my classmates on fire running over the beach towards the sea. My ears are slowly recovering from the explosion that deafened them and I can hear people shouting, screaming and crying. My eyes are recovering from the flash of bright, white light and the fire engulfing the three victims burns ever brighter.
However, we're not on the beach, it isn't dark, it's broad daylight. That accident happened years ago. Right now I've landed right on my face on the concrete. I've scraped my chin with the landing, my cheeks covered in blood but what's more important is that Mrs Hulsts hands are on my face.
"Sierra, are you conscious?" she asks.
I was so dazed by the flashback that it was hard for me to form a reply. "Yes, yes.. I am." I try to shake my head to wake up, which I shouldn't have done because that only hurts.
"Can you walk? If we go inside this bar we can ask for a First Aid Kit." I manage to stand up with her supporting me. I stare into her beautiful green eyes. "This way" she says.
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All I could do was to focus on my breathing while she patched me up. "You're doing well, most people can't stop themselves from hissing when it stings but you're not even flinching."
Of course I'm not, not when I feel so numb.
I wondered whether I was feeling numb from the flashback or if the crush I had on her was hitting me right in the face again. I looked at how her long, straight blonde hair draped elegantly over her shoulders, how her deliciously, full lips were slightly parted in concern over me giving me a peek at the tongue I'd love to have stroking mine. Yeah, it was the crush alright.
I told myself to get a grip. I'm finally at a very legal age to pretty much do whatever I want including hooking up with a former teacher. All I needed was to get my act together and try to flirt with her. I rubbed my hands along my black, wavy hair to tidy it up a bit. "Sheesh, what a smack" I laughed. "Thanks for helping me, can I offer you a drink out of gratitude Mrs Hulst?" I asked and put on my most beautiful smile with a hint of sexy toughness as I'd like to call it.
She giggled at my expression. "Well thanks dear. You've always been quite the tomboy. I thought you might have caught a concussion but I can see the old Sierra is back again. Call me Laura or if you insist on formalities it might as well be Miss Hulst." I smile at her. Not only does she remember my name but also part of my personality. It feels like we're off to a good start.
"Miss Hulst?" I curiously ask as I signal the bartender to come over.
"My husband died many years ago" Laura replied. "I've kept his name as my pupils know me by it but I'm no longer a wife."
"I'm sorry to hear that, when did he d-" I quickly shut my mouth. "Sorry, that was so rude of-"
"It's okay." Laura smiles at me in a way that reassures me I haven't offended her. "It happened just before the accident.." her voice got soft. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I could barely believe it. Just after her husband died the accident happened. On a school trip a camp-fire got out of hand and she was the one held responsible. Realization hit me that she spent her mourning period serving out her community service sentence.
It all started out so innocent. We we're ending a great day of many fun activities with a gathering around a big campfire on the beach. We had dug a deep hole in which the fire lay. However, the fire wouldn't really start so our teacher threw some methylated spirit on it. The fire burned big and bright and we had a great evening. Sometime later the fire shrank and Miss Hulst grabbed some of the liquid again but a methanol damp had spread and caused an explosion.
Tears welled up in my eyes and one escaped and rolled over my cheek. "I'm so sorry!" Laura panicked and held me in her arms. "I'll go aw-"
"No!" I interrupted her. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. That must have been a horrible experience" I cried out in her arms. I didn't feel like I had the right to be the one crying, it should've been her in my arms but here I am, blabbering like a baby.
"We can be sorry for each other" she whispered in my ear and gently stroked my hair. After some time of silence Laura started talking again. "So you're not mad at me for causing you that trauma?" she asked doubtfully.
"Of course not!" I exclaimed and held her tighter. I could feel her pressing me closer too. Maybe she felt that everyone would be mad at her for what happened. Maybe that's why I haven't seen her in all those years...
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