Kelly was, and is, the high school hottie. Perfect in every way. Five and a half feet tall, beautiful body, long brown hair, a tan that I would kill to have. Pouting lips, and eyes that reach out and grab you like you wish she would with her hands.
She is athletic, has been cheer leading since middle school, and gives new meaning to the word's atmosphere, ambiance and intoxicating.
A magnet for the boy's, and most assuredly the envy of every other girl at the school. I know this because I knew… the Kelly's of my high school.
I am after school, as it were. My name is Laura Hayden, and I am 37 years old.
The years have been kind to me I think. I know that I am attractive, and I get approached relatively often. Just enough to keep my self esteem high, and my rejection lines well versed. My husband treats our three teen-aged boys and myself very well. There isn't much that I want that I don't already have. A perfect body I don't have anymore, but I look good for my age, and for having three kids.
The boy's friends even check me out when they come over. Stare is more like it. I enjoy the attention. One time I was even hit on in private by one of Jason's young friends. I was flattered, but in control of my emotion's, and the situation, discreetly declining this young mans come on.
Then there was Kelly. She was powerful in her way. Polite, but with the confidence of a much older person. Where Kelly was concerned, I was not in control of my emotions.
Kelly was in control…of everything.
At sporting events, football games and other gatherings, there she was. Cheering, and cheerful. The kids always pointed her out, and frankly she was hard to deny, or pass by without noticing. She excited everyone around her.
Kelly excited me too.
The only contact I had with her, and it wasn't ME, I swear!… was at one football game last year when we were all standing around the snack bar area after the game. Kelly was standing with her back to us a few feet away, and a small boy walked past, in between us and either bumper her ass or grabbed it. Kelly turned around mouth wide open. She wasn't mad that I could tell. But she thought it was me that grabbed her.
"It wasn't me!" I said as my face turned a cherry red because I knew I was the suspect here. She didn't say anything, but she smiled, and her head trailed away back to her friends as her eyes stayed with mine. That coquettish look she gave me, and the embarrassment of it all turned me on.
That was the last time I saw Kelly until about two months later when Jason told me Kelly asked him if I could chaperone a dance with a few of the other parents. Kelly was putting the dance together, and I told Jason that I would love too.
When Jason told Kelly that I would do it, she gave him her phone number and asked that I call her some evening to go over some details. So, I did.
I remember sitting in our bedroom alone holding the phone, and being nervous like I was back in high school trying to get the nerve up to call a guy, and ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. If you get the impression that I liked this young girl, you are right.
Besides having the perfect every thing else, she had the most sensual phone voice I have ever heard. We went over some minor details about the dance, and simply being told what was expected of me at the party excited me.
I was so turned on by this girl. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do, and I hardly knew what to say. She could tell that I was nervous, and off balance I am sure.
We said our good byes. The dance was Friday. We talked on Tuesday night, and I shook like a new leaf on a tree for the next three days in anticipation.
Was I expecting anything unusual to happen? No. But there was something about this girl that had spontaneous, and unexpected written all over her.
Friday night was here and I was excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. I dressed in my black taffeta mini skirt, black sweater, dark brown nylons and black spike heels. I looked good, smelled good, and was walking and talking as good as I possibly could.
Jason and I got to the dance a bit before it started as Kelly suggested. Jason went somewhere. I didn't know or care where he went.
The decorations were hung, the DJ was setting up, and then I saw her. She waved me over to her, and I followed her command like a puppy wanting to please its owner.
The jeans she was wearing looked like they were spray painted on, and the sweater she was wearing fit her like a glove. Her perfume was sweet and sexy. I was more turned on, than at any time in my life.
Another woman has never affected me like that. Sure I know a great looking woman when I see one, but another female has just never aroused me.
Until now.
There was just something indescribably sensual, and polarizing about this girl. She was 18, and a senior in High School. I…was wet
The dance went on and the kids were having a great time. Watching Kelly dance to the music only turned me on more. Through out the evening she would come over to me and see if things were going ok. I would say yes, but Frankly… I didn't know! I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She caught me looking at her several time's, and in her coquettish little way, she would show her approval of my stares with a smile, and a look that made me weak in the knees.
Jason left about 11:30. He was tired, and a friend of his was driving him home. The dance broke up at about midnight, and the kids filtered out.
The DJ packed his equipment and left, and I was making sure all the kids that were still milling around at the door to the school got on their way. Kelly and the other parents were putting a few things away when I went back to the gymnasium. Kelly came to me and thanked me for helping, and asked me if I could give her a ride home.
"Of course I can Kelly"
She went to get her jacket and purse, and I waited for her at the door.
On the way to her house she told me that her parents were gone for the weekend and she was home alone. We chit chatted about the dance and were just winding down a nice night out.
When I was driving down her street, she asked me if I would like to come in for a few minutes. "We can have a cup of coffee, or whatever," she said.
I must have said "sure" or "yes" but I don't remember it. I do remember walking with her to the front door wondering to myself what the heck is going on here, and getting more excited with every step.
We got inside. Kelly put on some coffee, and checked the answering machine. I was in the living room looking at the photos and things on the wall. Kelly came and put on a CD. Some slow sexy R and B music.
There I am standing there looking at family photos on the wall and I felt her standing right behind me. I asked " who is this and who is that" She responded, but I could tell she was not interested in talking about pictures.
Kelly placed her hands on my shoulders and started massaging them as she whispered "The coffee is ready if you want some"
Coffee…yeah right. At that point all I could think about was, here I am, 37 years old, and all alone with this young fox massaging my shoulders, and not being able to speak. I felt like I did the first time I had sex with a boy. Knowing then, and now, what was happening. Wanting it to happen, and just being along for the ride.
