Mr. Klenam was ,or is, one of those teachers that gets you wet instantly! The ones that are fun, cute, sexy, etc. As soon as I saw him, I knew this year was going to be fun!
I had no trouble finding Mr. Klenams class, It was right next to my 6th period, so all I had to do was go next door! It was the first day of school at KingsDen Middle, my first day f 7th grade. The day had dragged on and I was tired from being bored to death by my math teacher, Mr. Slijer.
I walked into the classroom and the scent of man slapped me in the face. I ignored all the stares from the others and sat down in the first row. I was really self conscious because when I was small I use to get raped 🙁 My hair was long and black, I was a size 34C and playing so much soccer payed off. My ass was great, my legs were long and toned! I was a godess. ‘Lets hope guys think so too!’ I thought to myself. Then, I saw him ,he walked in with a green button up shirt tucked loosley into his black suit pants. His hair was brown, he looked kind of old, maybe in his 30’s? But he was still hot! He even looked like he was fit!
He introduced himself and took attendance. I felt myself getting wet. I tried to calm myself down but pictures of me and Mr. Klenam were popping up in my head.