I had long since graduated from high school, but my fantasy of one teacher lived on. My. Jared Little. He was one of those teachers who really cared about you. You know the type. We used to tease each other in the halls – I’d call him a nerd, he’d call me a slacker… We had inside jokes together. We were more than just teacher and student, we were friends. And friends we stayed after graduation. We went to the same gym and had mutual friends so we would hang out a lot. I continued volunteering at my school after I had graduated which only brought us closer together. One afternoon we had scheduled a meeting to plan a talent show to raise money for the school’s new football field. He had a prep between first and lunch and I was to meet him in his classroom. As always, he was late… but I patiently waited, as this had been common in the past. Before leaving the house I was sure to wear my most revealing top and a skirt that left little to the imagination. Finally he arrived, apologizing for his tardiness. I assured him it was no problem. Mr. Little had brought his guitar, of course – he was practised in the arts. Figures, the hottest teacher at school is also a musician. He wanted to play a song he would be doing at the talent show. Always eager to listen to him sing, I obliged and sat on one of the desks in the room. I hummed along with him as he played… He really was gorgeous. His piercing blue eyes and his seductive voice. At one point during the song we were interrupted by a student who had been looking for his backpack. After the student left, Mr. Little locked the door.
“No more interruptions,” he said, as he closed the door behind him.
“Do you have any other songs you’d like to sing to me, Jared?” I asked, leaning forward so that my cleavage was right in his sight-line. I saw him glance at my chest. He blushed sweetly, and looked away.
“It’s hot in here,” he claimed. “Don’t you find it hot in here?”
“Not yet,” I replied, “but we might be able to solve that problem.” Again, Mr. Little blushed. “Can I tell you something, Jared?” I asked.
“Anything, Rachel,” he replied.
“I always had a crush on you when I was a student here. I thought you were the sexiest teacher at this school.”
“Really?