"Hello, Frank."
I turned and smiled. I expected to see at least a couple of my old teachers when I decided to stop by my old high school, but I was still surprised to see Mrs. Ross standing there. What was even more amazing was that she looked just as hot as I remembered.
"Hello, Mrs. Ross," I replied. She was my toughest teacher. She taught honors biology and I had to fight hard to get a good grade.
She was not one of the 'beautiful' people, but she had an air of confidence that was very attractive. Of course, back in high school I didn't see it. All I saw then was the same thing every other teenage boy saw. I'm sure her large breasts still befuddled the boys in her classes.
"You can call me Beverly now," she smiled as she leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I couldn't help it. I blushed. It was silly at my age, but all those boyhood fantasies came back in a flash. It didn't help that her breasts brushed my arm.
"You know, poor Jerry was a lot brighter than he showed in your class," I said. It was the first thing that came to mind. I groaned silently. She frowned for a moment and then grinned as she obviously remembered Jerry. He was a friend of mine who sat next to me in her class. He almost failed because he couldn't focus on what she was saying. His eyes seldom left Mrs. Ross's breasts.
"Do you know that he tried to pick me up at graduation?" she asked with a laugh. "My husband was only ten feet away at the time!"
"That's Jerry!" I laughed. "He really had a thing for you."
"Only certain parts of me," she said with a roll of her eyes. We both knew what she meant. I laughed as I glanced down at her breasts. I realized what I was doing and quickly looked back at her eyes, but it was too late. She caught me. I would have blushed again, but her smirk distracted me.
Mrs. Ross always dressed proper and never did anything special to draw attention to her chest. Yet, it was no surprise that she often caught male students ogling them. What was a surprise, at least to me, was that she never became mad. She would normally just ignore the attention and move on. Occasionally, she would give a slight smile or smirk before moving on. It was only at that very moment that I realized that she liked the attention her breasts received. She was obviously proud of them.
"What ever happened to Jerry?" she asked politely.
"He became a lawyer and married a nice girl," I said, and then grinning added, "She looked a little like you." Mrs. Ross laughed.
"Same height and hair color?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"And she looked like me?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, parts of her looked like parts of you," I said, stressing the word parts. This time I intentionally looked at her breasts. She rolled her eyes when I looked back up.
"At least you got over some of that shyness you had back in high school," was all she said.
"That was a lot of years ago," I smiled. We looked at each other for a moment before she changed the subject.
"So, what brings you back here?" she asked.
"Fred," I replied. Fred was my old soccer coach and psychology teacher. He was a heck of a guy that did a lot for me back in high school. I heard from a friend that he was retiring this year. I had the day off and decided to stop by and say hello. It was the last week of classes and no one ever did any real work this week anyway.
"He's off today," Mrs. Ross said. "His daughter graduated college and he took the day to help her move back home."
"Little Kelsey graduated college?" I asked in amazement. Mrs. Ross nodded and grinned.
"You're not the only one getting older," she laughed.
"Maybe, but you don't seem to have aged at all," I said, surprised by my own audacity. Beverly blushed for the first time.
"You need to visit more often," she laughed. "It will do wonders for my ego!"
"How would you like to go for a cup of coffee?" I asked. I planned on arriving just before the school day ended, but a phone call from work held me up for fifteen minute. The students were already gone for the day. So was just about everyone else. Mrs. Ross hesitated before shaking her head, but she was smiling to take the sting out of her decision.
"I'd love to, but I have to start packing up my classroom," she said. "I'm leaving tomorrow for vacation."
"Oh, where are you and Mr. Ross going?" I asked politely.
"Mr. Ross can go straight to hell as far as I'm concerned!" she snapped, and then calmed visibly and continued, "I however, am going to the Florida Keys with my sister."
"Sorry," I said when she finished. "I didn't hear that you were divorced."
"We're not yet," she sighed. "I caught him with another woman earlier this year."
"Sorry," I said again, not sure what else to say. She smiled sadly and shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like we've been getting along for the last few years anyway," she replied, and then asked me, "How about you? Are you married?"
"And divorced," I replied.
"Jennie?" she asked with a smile. Jennie was my high school sweetheart.
"Yep," I sighed. "We cared for each other a lot, but not as much as we liked to fight."
"A love-hate relationship?"
"Definitely," I sighed, and then grinned and added, "We hated to love each other and loved to hate each other. It was that way pretty much from the start."
"Still, you married her," Mrs. Ross teased, reading my joking tone and guessing that I was okay.
"The sex was amazing," I joked.
"Ouch! I deserved that one!" she laughed. I joined her.
"Are you sure you can't pack up your class another time?" I asked. "I really would like to catch up with you."
"Sorry," she replied with a shake of her head, but then she smiled and added, "Of course, if you're willing to help, I'm sure there would be time for some coffee afterward."
"How about something a little stronger than coffee?" I asked, and seeing her frown quickly added, "Just some dinner at a local restaurant."
"We'll see," she said, but her nod belied her words. She led the way to her classroom. I walked in and smiled.
