Author's note:
While I do think this could be a "stand alone" story, it is probably better enjoyed as "Part 4" after my other stories. When I started writing, I didn't realize I would have an ongoing plot. But I am not done with these characters yet. Thank you to everyone for reading and your positive feedback. This story is a little different- more of a build up and some point of view from Mr. Fitz, instead of just Jane. I hope you enjoy!
Scott Fitz was a terrible person. He had been teaching for 10 years and had never been attracted to his students. That afternoon with Jane changed everything. It changed him. The last few weeks of school that followed their afternoon tryst were torture. He avoided her in class as much as he could but that didn't stop him from fantasizing about her constantly at home. That little sundress she wore that day. The way she said his name when she was turned on. The way she tasted. Her hands on his dick. How badly he wanted inside of her. At least they didn't have sex. He was thankful that he came to his senses before that.
If he was honest with himself, he had been nurturing a small crush on Jane all year. She was serious about school but light hearted about everything else. She was funny. She talked to herself when solving tough math problems. And God was she beautiful.
But today, Scott had to get it together. He had a party to host. Every year, he invited some friends, neighbors, and his bowling league to his house at the beginning of summer. This was the start of a new day, he thought. Summer was here. Jane had graduated. He could move on with his life.
**
Jane was nervous. She was standing at the doorstep of her hot [former] teacher whom had come all over her thighs barely a month ago. They had barely spoken since then, just for the necessary school related things. Now Jane was enjoying her post high school life and had Olivia in her bed most nights. But this morning, she got a huge surprise when her dad casually mentioned "Hey we're going to a summer party at some guy from my bowling league small world and I think he was one of your old teachers." Once Jane figured out it was Scott Fitz, she immediately volunteered to join them.
She immediately called Olivia, who was just as excited. Jane and Olivia were "together", but Olivia thought Jane should still explore possibilities with Mr. Fitz. He clearly knew how to please women and Jane hadn't had that before with a man. Fantasies about Mr. Fitz also made appearances in their foreplay. A lot. Olivia was excited for new material.
After her conversation with Olivia, Jane got ready for the party. She decided to wear THAT sundress- the same dress she was wearing when she and Mr. Fitz hooked up. There were two buttons missing from the top. Mr. Fitz had ripped them accidentally while trying to get inside of her bra. But she liked that little reminder of their time together. The dress was thin but dark enough that she didn't need underwear. And she decided her breasts were perky enough that she could get way without wearing a bra.
Now she was ringing his doorbell and standing between her parents. The feeling of the silky material against her naked skin felt amazing. But it made it harder to ignore the desire that was simmering inside of her. She was questioning her decision to not wear any undergarments when the door finally opened. Mr. Fitz's eyes went right to Jane and then to her parents. He seemed to work out the connection immediately.
"Henry! Thanks for coming and bringing your family. I didn't realize you were Jane's dad but I guess our conversations were all bowling related. Small world!"
"Thank you for inviting us!" said Jane's dad. "We are happy Jane came too. She has been spending so much time with her friend Olivia lately. I'm surprised they aren't sick of each other. I don't know how they keep themselves entertained!" Mr. Fitz's eyes widened as he dropped his beer. Luckily, it didn't actually break. He quickly picked up the bottle, regained his composure, and made a joke about his clumsiness. Jane watched him, keeping the smile on her face as sweet and PG as possible. She knew that Mr. Fitz was VERY aware of how Olivia and she were entertaining themselves. And she liked seeing the effect this had on him.
**
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Scott was trying to keep his focus on the party but he couldn't get the images of Jane and Olivia out of his mind. Or that day with Jane out of his mind. And that dress. That fucking dress. He felt a little guilty that he had ripped the buttons but damn, her tits looked perfect with that extra bit of cleavage. The dress was so thin that he could see her nipples hardened, even from across the yard. Was she turned on? He now had the feeling that she was always turned on. This party was going to be a bitch.
Jane was standing in the backyard, talking with her parents and another older couple, the first time she caught Scott staring. In the bright sunlight, her dress was nearly see-through. He couldn't take his eyes off of her curvy thighs. He was busy following their outline and where they met. Christ, was she even wearing underwear? Shit. He was caught. Jane had noticed him looking. She smiled and gave a small wave. She continued her conversation with the group but she moved her feet a little further apart, which made it easier to see through the dress...and made a stronger case for the fact she was not wearing underwear. Was she fucking with him?
The second time she caught him staring was when she was sitting on a picnic table, her feet on the bench. She smiled at him again and they locked eyes again. She kept eye contact as she moved her dress up, revealing a lot more thigh. She was definitely flirting with him.
**
Jane was enjoying their game. She knew he was watching her. And the more she held his gaze, or showed him a little more skin, the more he watched her. And the more he seemed to relax. Right now, he was standing at the grill, getting ready to cook. He looked cute when he was concentrating. She waited until the group around him dispersed so they could talk in private. She walked over to him and tried very hard to keep her expression neutral in case anyone was watching them.
"Would you like some help with that, Mr. Fitz?" she asked.
"Not necessary, but thanks." He seemed surprised that she had come over to talk. "You can call me Scott, you know. It feels silly for you to call me Mr. Fitz now."
