“Hi, mum!” I called out as I entered the front door of our house.

“Hi, Marie” My mum called back, from the living room.

I popped my head through the living room door to let my mum know I was going upstairs to change. I was expecting her to be alone reading or watching telly. But she was not alone. A man in his late twenties was seated on the armchair recliner.

“Marie, before you go up, I want you to meet someone.” Said my mum. “This is Mr Schneider. He is the new neighbour next door.”

“Oh, ok.” I Said and walked into the room. The man was quite good looking and obviously kept in decent shape. It initially worried me that my mother was attracted to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marie.” Said the man. “Your mother has told me all about you.”

He looked at me up and down, his eyes lingering on the hemline of my short skirt and material of the blue opaque tights covering my thighs. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn’t look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more interested in younger women.

At that moment, I felt very conscious about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt, blue tights, a white blouse and a blue blazer.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my hair back as he smiled at me. He seemed oddly familiar, but I wasn’t sure from where I knew him.

“You may recognise Mr Schneider.” Said my mum, giving me the answer. “He plays for Albion United.”

“Ah, I thought I recognised you.” I said to him, smiling. Albion United was the local football team which plays in the second division. “You’re John Schneider. You play in defence.”

“That’s right, I normally play full-back.”

John’s eyes flicked down to my hemline again. I smiled and shrugged.

“Well, now that you and Mr Schneider are acquainted. “Said my mum. “Why don’t you sit down and keep him company, while I go and make some tea.”

“Oh, OK.” I said. My mum left the living room.

As I took my blazer off, I could feel his eyes linger on the outline of breasts, covered by my plain white bra and white blouse. I didn’t look at him. Instead, I bent over, in front of him, placing my folded blazer and bag on the couch. I turned round, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to look me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in front of him. I felt a little awestruck to be in the presence of one of the Albion players.

“Your mother mentioned that it’s your birthday, today.”

I smiled in response. “Yes, eighteen today

“Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks.”

His gaze flicked from my face, to my breast and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my skirt had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing much of my upper thigh. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to reveal less of my leg.

“So, do you go to the games?” John asked, looking me in the eyes again.

“Sometimes.” I said. “But not every week. I sometimes go with my boyfriend.” Nervously, I caressed the material of my tights covering my knees. “He supports the team fanatically. He has a season ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches.”

John’s gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to find that my hands had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my skirt up my thigh.

“Your boyfriend is a lucky man.” John’s eyes flicked between my breasts and my thighs, licking his lips. I should have been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

“And I am a lucky girl.” I replied cheerily, pretending to be oblivious to his leering gaze.

I crossed my legs and continued to caress the material of my opaque tights, the feel of the fabric tingling under the tips of my fingers. John Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.

The spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. John swiftly tore his eyes away from my legs and I quickly covered my thighs with my skirt.