I couldn't believe it. For months I had waited to be with Joan again, and now I was minutes away from her front door.
I told my parents I was going to sleep over at my friend's Anthony's house. The sudden realization of how much trouble I could potentially get into if that lie backfired, hit me like a sack of bricks as I parked my car outside Joan's apartment. I had spent so much time looking forward to being with Joan I completely forgot to fully plan out my lie.
I picked up my cell phone and called Anthony.
"What up dude?"
"Hey Anthony, I need to ask you a big favor."
"Sure man, what is it?"
I paused for a second, trying to collect my thoughts. "I kind of told my parents I'm sleeping over at your place. So, if anyone asks...I need you to tell them I'm sleeping over."
"Are you?"
"No."
"Oh."
"I'll tell you everything on Monday, I promise. Just cover for me."
He was quiet for awhile before he finally answered. "No problem."
I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I ended the call. As that weight was lifted, another was put in it's place as I realized I was about to meet with Joan.
Taking a deep breath I got out of my car and headed towards the front door of the apartment building. I found the buzzer for her apartment and pressed it.
"Hey, come on in," came Joan's voice over the speaker.
The front door unlocked and I stepped inside. I then proceeded up the stairs to her apartment where the front door was already slightly ajar.
The apartment smelled like fresh flowers and perfume. The smell was absolutely intoxicating.
"Hi," she said from the living room where she was busily putting books away.
"Hey," I said back as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
"Sorry for the mess, I've been rearranging my bookshelves."
"It's no problem," I laughed as I took off my shoes and made my way into the living room.
She was wearing a short jean skirt which showed off her gorgeous silky legs. She had on a small white blouse which was see-through, giving me a great view of her light pink bra. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and it looked like she had put on some lipstick.
"Have a seat," she said as she pointed to the couch.
I sat down as she directed and simply watched her put books away. It was a beautiful sight to watch her reach to the top shelves, making her blouse go up ever so slightly.
"Would you like some help?" I asked, trying to make myself look less awkward.
"No, that's alright. I'm done with these for today," she said as she brushed her hands together and made her way into the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No," I replied.
She returned with two glasses of water. "I figured...just in case," she smiled.
I smiled back, taking the glass of water into my hand. She took a seat next to me on the couch and placed her glass on the coffee table. I breathed in her heavenly aroma, almost instantly giving me a hard-on.
"The reason I brought you here is because I wanted to talk about what happened that first day of school."
I felt my body begin to heat up and I knew my face must have been a bright crimson.
"That was a hard time for me. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, all the work with the new school year, and I felt so alone."
I could hear the quiver in her voice as she spoke. All I wanted to do was hold her, make her feel better.
"Then I saw you, and I had had a crush on you for so long. Yet, I knew I could never act on it. You are so young and I'm your teacher. It's just not right and...and I could lose my job and then what would I do..."