Papers flew everywhere as Sonia Marie entered the classroom tripping over her shoelace and sprawling to the floor. Belly laughs erupted from my students. I walked over to Sonia and helped her pick up her papers.
"You guys get to work or I'll put you all in detention!" I demanded my students then asked Sonia, "Are you ok, dear?"
She nodded nervously then went to her seat.
I watched Sonia as she did her math problems. The girl was a high school misfit. She was always very isolated and closed in. She never wore make-up--just lip balm to keep her lips nice and moist. Her silky, lustrous hair was the colour of red wine. She always wore it in a bun so I could not tell its length. I longed to have a chance to run my fingers through it. Also, Sonia never wore a skirt or dress. Most of the time, she wore oversized T-shirts and baggy pants. Sometimes, she'd wear a hooded sweatshirt and sweat pants or nylon jogging suits. She never wore tight clothes. All of her clothes fit loosely, not showing any curves on her body. The only things visible were her breasts and butt. Now her butt wasn't huge, but it was enough got the kids to call her Bertha Butt or just plain Bertha.
Besides her red wine hair, Sonia's tan complexion and amazing eyes captured me. Her eyelids were almost shaped like that of a snake's. Her sharp aquamarine eyes twinkled like little stars letting me know there was some happiness deep down inside desperate to come out. Plus, her skin looked so tender. So many times, I resisted the urge to touch it. It was a shame Sonia didn't show her legs. I knew there was true beauty hidden beneath those baggy pants.
I could tell Sonia only wore sports bras. She didn't wear regular bras like the rest of the girls in school did. Those who ran track or cross country wore sports bras when they were practicing or at the meets. They didn't wear those bras 24/7 like Sonia.
For two years I have had a major crush on Sonia. At times I would beat myself up about it saying it was wrong because I was a teacher and everyone knows how it goes when teacher and student cross over their boundaries. Who winds up getting in trouble? The teacher of course. I knew not to overstep being that Sonia was still young. There was no way in hell I was being labeled as a pedophile! But soon, Sonia was going to be coming up on eighteen years old and graduating. It is Friday, April 6th now. Sonia's birthday is a week from today. Yes, Friday the 13th. I am not into that superstitious nonsense. Besides, it is going to be a day of good luck for both of us because I had plans for her. First, a nice dinner. Being that Sonia had told me once that she had never been to Red Lobster, I thought of taking her there. Then it's back to my house with a few surprise gifts for her. A few skirts, dresses, and some blouses would do. Some nice bras would definitely be a treat--Victoria's Secret bras (hey I can afford it although I get most of my bras from Wal-Mart). Oh, let's not forget a nice pair of shoes. Some heels would be excellent. Stilettos would be even better. They are very sexy for girls Sonia's age. Too bad I can no longer wear stilettos because they violate the teacher dress code and my weight would break them. I am a fairly large woman--well I shouldn't say large--just big-boned.
Oh how rude of me! I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Annette Weber (I let my students call me by my first name). I am 34 years old and have been a mathematics teacher for eight years. As mentioned before, I am a big-boned woman. If you must know my bra size, it is a D. I am not married and do not have any children. I own a house with about two and a half acres of land. How was I able to afford that? I come from what people would call "old money", but I most certainly don't show it off by wearing expensive clothes and buying fancy cars. I dress like the average woman and drive the average car (I own a used 2002 Honda Accord). I don't get new cars every year like some of these filthy rich and a few halfway broke folks do.
Why did I become a teacher if I have all this money? Because I love children and I want to make a difference in someone's life. It's funny how I say that yet I don't have any of my own. I do want children someday but I need the right woman to share that experience with. Yes, I said woman. Now you see it plain as day--I am a lesbian. Have I had girlfriends in the past? Not since I was 25 but before then, I had a very loving relationship with a woman when I was eighteen. The story of us will come at a later time.
I sat there watching Sonia doing the finishing touches on her math problems. She was done before everyone else, walked up to my desk, and handed her work to me.
I looked up at her and smiled. "All done, sweetie?"
She remained expressionless. "Yeah."
"Are you alright?" I asked. "You don't look so well."
"I'm fine," Sonia sighed. "Just a little tired from studying all night. I think I'll rest for a little bit until the bell rings."
Without another word, she went to her desk and took a short twenty minute nap. She did that every day. I didn't mind any of my students sleeping in class as long as their work was done. Sonia was the main one who slept though. Sometimes she would come to class looking like she was ready to pass out. What could someone as beautiful as her possibly be going through?
Finally, the bell rang for the students to go to their next classes. I knew Sonia had P.E. (or gym as I'd like to call it) and I heard through the grapevine that she and her classmates were going to be doing body measurements, so this was the perfect time for me to just casually walk into the gym, chat with the teacher for a minute, then get her measurements so I could figure out what size clothes she wore.
Twenty minutes after the late bell rang, I headed to the gym. Peeking into the weight room, I saw Sonia standing with her arms up while her gym teacher was on her knees measuring her hips. I wished that were me, only I wouldn't be exactly measuring her. Anyway, Sonia's teacher wrote down the size of her hips on a chart, then Sonia went off by herself to do her bench presses. Since she was a misfit, she didn't have a partner to spot her and she was in danger of dropping that barbell on her neck or chest if she lost her grip or her arms became too tired to lift.
Sonia's gym teacher saw me. "Hey, Annette. What's going on?"
"Oh nothing." I answered. "Have any plans for the weekend?"
"Yeah, I'm going to devote my whole weekend to relaxation. I'm going to do some Yoga and hang out at the spa with some friends for a bit. What about you?"
"Just doing some shopping. How is Sonia doing in here?"
"She's doing great. Actually, she works the hardest out of any of the girls here. I wonder how she does the bench presses by herself without asking for a spotter. She doesn't seem to have any fear of dropping the bar on herself. None of the other girls will even acknowledge the fact that she exists, but Sonia doesn't complain. She just remains quiet. I need to go and spot her now. She seems to be struggling a bit. I'll talk to you later."
The gym teacher left me standing by the chart. I took a good look at it and read through Sonia's body measurements at least ten times. When I was sure I had them fully absorbed in my head, I took one last look at Sonia, went to my classroom, wrote down all of her measurements, and read them over. Her waist was a size seven and she needed medium blouses and dresses. I already knew her shoe size because she once left her gym sneakers in my classroom. She was a size eight so I needed to buy her a size 7 1/2 in heels.
Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten--I didn't know where Sonia lived and knew absolutely nothing about her parents. Then it dawned on me that I had her telephone number. I'd call her on her birthday.
That Friday went by quickly. By early morning Saturday, I was shopping at the mall. I went to Victoria's Secret first for the bras. I bought 3 satin ones which were royal blue, white, and red.
After that, I went to Macy's and bought the skirts, dresses, and shoes. I made sure the skirts weren't too short--just above knee length so they wouldn't violate the school dress code. The dresses weren't fancy but casual. The first one was a green sundress with a huge sunflower in the middle. The second one was pink and had little white butterflies all over. As for the skirts, one was navy blue with ruffles on it; the other was black and asymmetrical. The right side would show more of Sonia's leg than the left. Last, I bought two open-toe stilettos. One was black with glitter on it; the other was a creamy white.
I went to JCPenney for the blouses. The first one was light blue and had ruffles on the sleeves. The second, third, and fourth ones were V-necks, only the second one was the same red wine colour as Sonia's hair and was covered in glitter while the third was white with rhinestones on it. The fourth was white with thin orange and black stripes going diagonally.
"Perfect," I said smiling. "Prepare for a new Sonia."
April 13th came after a long week of teaching and preparations for the birthday girl. Now all I needed to do was go home and call Sonia to find out where she lived.
At about 8:30 p.m., I was on my way home passing through a bad part of town. There was barely any sunlight left. When I stopped at the red light, I turned my head to the left to see Sonia standing on a street corner with a group of older guys around the age of college juniors/seniors. They were handing her a stack of bills while she gave them a huge brown paper bag. One guy rummaged through the bag and took out a clear bag full of a fine white powder (heroine, I thought) and another bag of marijuana. Not believing what I was seeing, I gasped in horror! WHAT?! I thought. This can't be. Sonia? Dealing drugs? She seemed so innocent! But none of that threw off my attraction to her.
Sonia shook hands with the guys and they left.
Frantic, I knew I had to call her parents. I knew they didn't know their daughter was doing this. Did they even know she was out? Quickly, I took out my cell phone and dialed her home phone...or at least I thought it was her home phone, but I was mistaken because I saw Sonia put a hand in her pocket and take out a cell phone. Then I heard her voice! Ah, so the number she gave me at the beginning of school was her cell! Very clever girl she was!
