All participants' in sexual activities are over 18. This is my fantasy so there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when they pertain to sexual activities. Please enjoy my fantasy.
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I was bored off my ass. It was the final semester of my high school "career" and I had already made the early acceptance list at our local college. I didn't need to study much or work hard to improve my marks as my early acceptance showed. All I needed to do was graduate. And, all graduation entailed was showing up at school.
This class, English, was the least boring of my day. Followed closely by history. What made them more appealing to me was the teacher. Our school had been fortunate enough to recruit two teachers from the same Teacher's College, identical twins.
These two women could only be described as drop dead gorgeous. Meloday Jamison was my favorite of the two. Although the duo were pretty much identical in every way, Ariella presented herself slightly differently. The difference is what made my vote for the 'hottest teacher in the world' go to, drum roll please, Meloday.
Both teachers stood about five foot, four inches tall weighing, I guessed, about 115 to 120 pounds each. Ms. Meloday was the more flamboyant of the pair. She pushed the limits of the school board's official dress code for educators.
She could have been a model. Or even a porn actress. Ms. Meloday's long blonde flowed just beyond her waist in shimmering waves. Her hair served to draw the eye to her ass since the hair ended immediately above the beginning curve of her butt. She further heightened the attraction of her bum by wearing tight skirts, often tight enough to show panty lines.
Ms. Meloday's long legs were always encased in stockings. I knew this by close observation of the teacher. Sometimes, depending how she moved, there was evidence of a garter belt and clips under her skirt. Meloday was a regular morning jogger and that was demonstrated by her legs. Not only long, they were toned and shapely. Finally, she always wore the highest heels allowed by the school board, three inches.
Yup, definitely a real looker. Oh, I forgot to describe the view of her from the front. This is what made her a walking wet dream for any male, maybe females too, who encountered her. Ms. Meloday had great breasts, firm, well rounded, and still defying gravity at her age. If I had to guess, I'd say they were 34C's. Yup, yummy.
Ms. Ariella, in comparison, dressed more like an old maid. I had to imagine she possessed much the same body as her twin but it was quite difficult to tell since they dressed so differently. Ms. Ariella tended to wear loose, baggy tops and pants. She forever hid her legs inside the slacks she preferred and, upon her feet, flats.
Ms. Ariella wore the least amount of makeup she could get away with while Ms. Meloday spent a lot of time on her face every morning. I enjoyed watching Ms. Meloday in class as she flaunted her sexy body at all the students ogling her. Ms. Ariella's classes were more an exercise in imagination as we guys looked for signs of Meloday's body under her baggy pant suits. The only obvious similarity was their hair which the frumpy one kept coiled into a tight bun.
At school, I was never a part of the "in" crowd. That group consisted mostly of the athletic teams- football, baseball, and hockey- that our school devoted its time and money to. The girls in the group were, of course, all of the cheer leader type.
Although not popular I wasn't in the nerd group either. I had spent time with some of its members earlier in my academic journey through life, but, truth be told, they were a pretty boring group. I only had one friend in the group, Ben, a holdover from grade school. We would still chat from time to time, and I still considered him a friend.
The other friend I had in school was one of the cheerleader types in the attractive group. Lori, Ben, and I had all gone through grade school together and, on occasion, Lori and I would still stop to chat in the hallways or exchange smiles in passing.
It was quite difficult to do anything more with her as Lori had hooked up with an extremely jealous and controlling guy early in her high school years. Not only was the guy obnoxious, he was huge, playing linebacker on the football team. Of course, I did my best to avoid him.
So, me, I pretty much was a group of one, not fitting with either of the two groups. Nor with the punkers either.
On that fateful day, not seeing him around, Lori and I had a brief conversation between classes. It was simply a "hi, how's it going" type of chat. I cracked a joke of some sort, Lori laughing and patting me on the arm. We parted ways, neither one of us probably giving any further thought to the matter.
We were seen though as I was to find out later. Not by linebacker Fred but by one of his muscle bound cronies. I imagine he mentioned it to Fred, probably exaggerating the details of our meeting.
The final bell of the day signaled the clearing of the classes. Being free of the restrictions enacted by the school board, I was walking down the stairs to the main floor checking my phone for messages and other things of great import. I wasn't really paying any attention to the world around me. I was so engrossed in my phone that I didn't even notice Fred standing ahead of me on the landing between floors. That is, until I bounced off his brick wall of a body. Fred helped me bounce by shoving me hard against the wall causing me to hit my head.
"Look, asshole," said Fred, "I've warned you before about bothering my girlfriend." He shoved me again, and again, causing me to hit my head against the wall.
"I haven't bothered Lori," I said.
"You were today! My buddy told me." Another shove led to more head banging against the wall.
"You were told wrong, Fled," I slurred.
Not paying any attention to the change in my speech pattern or my mispronunciation of his name, Fred shoved me even harder against the wall. More head banging.
"You stay away from her, asshole," said Fred as he gave me a final shove. And, more head banging occurred.
Fred walked away with a final threatening snarl. I stood against the wall on the landing waiting for the dizziness I was suddenly feeling to subside. When I felt I had myself under control, I tried to step away from the wall. A huge wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, causing me to stumble. Luck sure wasn't smiling on me that day since I tripped and fell the remaining flight of stairs.
I don't know how much later it was but I awoke in a hospital setting. My mom was holding my hand. She smiled down at me as soon as she realized my eyes were open.
"Are you okay, Baby?" she asked.
Before I could answer, Mum rang the bell for the nurse. The nurse entered the room so quickly she must have been right outside my door. As she checked my vitals, she too asked me if I was okay.
"My head hurts," I said.
"It should hurt," said the nurse. "You took quite a tumble down those stairs."
