It's a completely normal Monday as I make my way through the high school halls, passing bored looking students on their own way to class. I'm on my way to english class like many others, there certainly isn't any reason for my stomach to be fluttering like a hundred butterflies have taken residence there. But as I reach the doorway there she is, Miss Sharpe, also known as the reason my stomach flutters at the mere thought of school.
Miss Sharpe is easily the most beautiful woman to ever exist. Kind blue eyes that turn to steel when necessary, silky jet black hair you can't help wanting to run your hands through. She has flawless ivory skin, perfect breasts that are not to big nor to small, with an ass just as perfect. Her legs seem to go on for days, and when she favors you with a smile there is no better feeling in the world.
Obviously I have a massive crush on her, I have since the day I first laid eyes on her last year. Back then I didn't even have a class with her, only sneaking glimpses in the halls between classes. But this year I have the great fortune to have her as my english teacher. Or perhaps it's misfortune, because since I turned eighteen about a month ago, my crush has really gone into overdrive, to the point that it's effecting my class work.
Now when I'm in her class I can't focus on anything but her, and when I'm not in her class I can't help thinking of when I'll get to see her again. I know she would never be interested in me, not that ugly or anything. I mean I am a bit on the short side, my breasts and ass aren't as magnificent as hers but they're not bad. My hair is a fiery red color that goes midway down my back, and while my eyes are a nice vibrant green, my face is a bit plain. But even if she was attracted to me, I'm her student, and like ten years younger than her. In my head I know I shouldn't be as entranced by her as am, but just the thought of her obliterates all that logic.
As class goes on and I try to focus on the classwork in front of me I just can't. When the end of class nears she starts passing out our graded tests. When she hands me mine I see a poor sixty eight percent where I used to see a hundred percent. Under my sad score is a note telling me to see her after class, and I groan at the thought of what that one on one conversation will do to me.
When the bell signaling the end of the school day comes, the students and even some of the teachers rush out the of school in their desire to get home. As the school seems to empty surprisingly fast I'm left alone with the most gorgeous creature to ever exist. As I take a seat next to Miss Sharpe's desk she fixes me with a curious gaze.
"Katelyn what is going on with you? Your grades have been slipping for the past month, which I gave a pass because you have always excelled. And I figured you would sort out whatever you needed to and get back to your usual self, but I'm starting to get worried." She says this with total sincerity and genuine concern, making me fall even more for this amazing woman.
"I'm sorry Miss Sharpe, I don't really know what's been going on, I just can't seem to focus lately." I hope she can't tell I'm lying, because I really don't think I can come up with anything that might convince her if she pushes.
"You have amazing potential Katelyn, I don't want to see it go to waste. Is there anything I can do to help you, I can talk to the school councilor if you want? Sometimes just talking things out with a sympathetic ear can help."
"No I really don't think I would be comfortable talking to him Miss Sharpe."
She looks thoughtful seeming to be debating an idea with herself before she says, "would you be comfortable talking to me? I minored in phycology so maybe I could help."
As she says this I know should say no, say I'm fine I'll work it out on my own. I know I definitely shouldn't put myself in a position where I would be talking to her in a one on one setting. In my mind I know this, my mind is shouting at me not to say yes, but it is shadowed by the thought of getting to spend more time with her. So my mouth, without my brain's consent and betraying all logic says, "yes I think I would be."
"Okay, can you do after school on days you have my class?"
"Uh yeah that should be fine." I say giving her what I hope is a normal smile, not betraying what I feel inside.
"Okay, well we will start on Wednesday." She returns my smile, making my heart beat faster.
I nod as I grab my backpack and make my way to my car. I drive home with my mind in complete turmoil, unable to decide whether I am ecstatic or terrified for the upcoming Wednesday. When I pull into the parking lot, having finally decided that I am both, I see my best friend Erika waiting on the lawn looking upset.
Erika is pretty much my polar opposite, a tall, tanned, busty bombshell with blond hair and light blue eyes. As I see her I realize I have kind of been neglecting her for the past month along with my studies. It's not the first time it's happened either, as I find the parties she drags me to are really just not my thing.
"Hey Erika." I wave kind of nervously getting out of my car.
"Don't 'hey Erika me', where the hell have you been for the last month. I haven't seen you other than in passing since your birthday." She narrows her eyes at me, actually looking kind of hurt.
"I'm really sorry Erika, I mean I've just had a lot on my mind." I really hope she can hear the sincerity of my words.
Her gaze softens a bit as she motions to my room with head, and we head inside. My parents aren't home, which isn't a surprise. Making our way to my room I've barely put down my backpack and sat on the bed before Erika's angry glare returns.
"You've had a lot on your mind! Is that all your going to give me? Your best friend for your entire life. You know some of your teachers have asked if I know what's going on with you, because your grades are slipping. Seriously what's going on with you." As she finishes she looks and sounds genuinely worried about me, making me realize what a bad friend I've been to her lately.
"You're right I'm sorry, you deserve better. I shouldn't have shut you out. I just... I don't know how to talk about it, I don't want you to look at me differently." I feel the beginnings of tears in my eyes as Erika pulls me into a hug.
"Hey you know you can tell me anything. I won't judge you no matter what, just tell me what's going on." Her tone has lost any hint of anger, filled solely with concern and love.
I pull back wiping away my unshed tears and nodding.
"I know that logically, but my brain hasn't been very logical lately." I say drawing a small giggle from the both of us.
She just looks at me patiently waiting till I'm ready as it all seems to tumble out of me.
"Well basically since the beginning of last year I've had a massive crush on Miss Sharpe. I mean back then it was just catching looks at her between classes as stuff. like, you know just a crush, something fun to think about or maybe fantasize. But then I got put in her class this year, and it started getting worse. I'd get butterflies whenever I so much as thought of her, but it still wasn't that bad." Erika just nods during this, no judging just a best friend's full support and love.
"Then after my eighteenth birthday it got so much worse. I guess suddenly removing the barrier of being underage, just triggered something. Since then I haven't been able to really focus on anything, completely unable to stop thinking about her."
Pulling me into another hug she says, "hey it's okay people get crushes on their teachers. It happens you know. You could probably ask to be put in a different english class."
Pulling back again I groan, "no I really can't. I know that's what I should do, I know that, but like I said my brain hasn't been acting very logically."
She chuckles, "well if you can't do that, try focusing on the fact that you see her every other day, and just enjoy that time but leave it for her class.
