The first day coming to school filled James with excitement and apprehension. His heart raced anytime someone walked towards him, fully expecting them to bring up the incident at the hotel, only to keep walking by.
"Uhhhh, earth to James?" Ricky said, snapping his fingers in front of James's face.
"Huh?! Wha?! It's not true!" James exclaimed, startling Ricky and Jacob.
"Jesus, dude. What's with you? You've been a nervous wreck ever since you came back from the beach," Jacob said with concern.
"Yeah, spill the beans: what went down since we weren't there?" Ricky said, starting his interrogation.
James had been fearing this moment since he came back from vacation. Even though he had already been hanging out with his friends through spring break, they already picked up that he was hiding something important.
"Well, ya see..." James said, tilting his head down.
"Yeah...?" Ricky and Jacob said in unison, bringing themselves closer to James.
"You know how I was at the hotel by myself?"
"Yeahhhhh...?"
"Well..."
James paused before taking a deep breath.
"There was this hot-ass MILF tanning on the balcony next to me and she totally caught me staring!" James blurted out.
Ricky and Jacob's looks of intrigue turned into ones of disappointment.
"James, James, James..." Ricky said, putting his hand on James's shoulder as he shook his head side-to-side. "Rookie mistake."
"Rookie mistake, indeed. This is why you peek around the corner instead of staring like an idiot like you probably did," Jacob said.
"I was not "staring like an idiot," Jacob. I just so happened to see her while I was walking out to see how crowded the beach was and she just so happened to see me seeing her," James explained.
Ricky and Jacob continued to shake their heads.
"At least she was hot, right? I hope she was..." Ricky said.
"Oh, definitely. She had big-ol' tits, the kind that hang off the side when she lied down. Did I mention she was topless? She was topless," James said, secretly recalling what Ms. Feng looked like when she was sleeping next to him.
"That sounds fuckin' awesome. Too bad we weren't there. Actually, maybe that's a good thing since only *you* looked like a perv," Jacob said.
"But don't feel bad. Unless that was, like, someone's mom, there's no way anyone at the school would know," Ricky said.
"Heh... right..." James said, looking off to the side.
Although he had fooled his friends about what happened at the hotel, his dirty secret walked right through the door to the back of the school.
"Morning, Ms. Feng," a student said.
"Good morning, Rebecca," she said back with a smile.
James's eyes were fixed on her as she strutted through the room. Her clacking heels cut through the noise of students murmuring. Her lipstick left an imprint on her coffee cup as she took a quick sip and of course, her big ass stretched her tight-skirt to its limit.
"There she is, fellas," Ricky said.
"I never knew I had a thing for older women until I saw her!" Jacob said.
"And those tits look fantastic bouncing up and down," James added.
"Whoa, you saw her tits bounce?!" Ricky asked.
James's goofy expression from being lost in his recollection of the weekend quickly turned neutral as he remembered he needed to keep things quiet.
"Uh... a dream, a very good dream," James stammered to say, his eyes darting side to side.
"I know how you feel, brother," Ricky said, patting James on the back.
James no longer had to worry about keeping his story straight as the bell to start the day rang. His first class of the day was college pre-algebra with Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris was one of those teachers who was primarily a coach but thanks to the education system, was required to teach a subject too. He was your average high school coach: balding on-schedule, several pounds passed his glory days, and knew how to piss everyone off who wasn't an athlete.
"Okay! I hope you enjoyed spring break because while you were lallygagging and sleepin'-in, my trahk team woiked their asses off so we could make an impression at the first meet of the yee-ah," Mr. Harris said is in his bastard New Yorker tongue, biting into his donut afterwards.
"I bet he was passed out in a camping chair the whole time," a student whispered to his neighbor.
"Hey! Quiet in the peanut gallery! Weh' learnin' about maths today!" Mr. Harris said, slapping a ruler on his desk.
Mr. Harris gradually moved from his desk to the whiteboard. James had a particular dislike for him, frequently seeing him trying to--and failing--to hit on Ms. Feng and nonchalantly staring at her ass as she walked away.
"Hey, James! You in, er, per-tic-a-lurr pay attention. After last week's test, you's need to focus more'n anyone else," Mr. Harris said, cracking half of a toothy grin.
No one found the joke funny. If anything, students were relieved that they weren't taking the heat.
"Fucking dickhead... I bet he would cry if he knew I fucked her before he did," James thought thought to himself with a scowl.
James struggled to write down notes, thinking of the many egregious acts Mr. Harris has committed against public decency and the many lascivious acts eh himself committed against Ms. Feng's body. The dull light above James flickered just as he got a brilliant idea. James stared intently at Mr. Harris writing on the whiteboard before sending a text, silently snickering to himself. Soon, the room's phone rang. Even though James hadn't gotten a text back from Ms. Feng, he knew that the call was the confirmation he needed.
"Oh, Mr. Smith. Ms. Feng wants to see youuuuuu~," Mr. Harris said with raised eyebrows and a sing-song tone.
James rolled his eyes as he left his desk and walked out of the room and down to Ms. Feng's office. After the usual song and dance with the secretary, he was soon alone with Ms. Feng in her office. As usual, Ms. Feng paused her work on her computer and diverted her attention to James.
"I got your text. What did you want to talk about?" Ms. Feng said.
"About spring break," James replied.
"Really? Here of all places? Was talking about it through texts not good enough?" Ms. Feng said with an exasperated sigh.
"We haven't really had a chance to talk about in person since that weekend. It would be nice to have a personal conversation to get to know each other better," James said.
"Get to know each other better? Ha! What could I possibly have in common with you? As far as I know, I'm just holding up my end of a deal until you graduated or get bored," Ms. Feng said, snorting at James's suggestion.
