“Okay class, the essays are due on Monday. And remember—printed papers, not handwritten. At least five paragraphs, no double spacing. You know the drill.”

One student grunted in agreement, whilst the majority had their eyes trained on the slowly ticking clock above the door. They were already practically out of the classroom even before the bell rang. I sighed, setting a stack of ungraded papers on my desk and pushing my glasses up habitually.

“Monday. No excuses,” I reminded them, trying to convey the seriousness of this assignment to them. A few met my glance and nodded absently, their eyes flickering suggestively towards the door.

“Can we go now?” one student blurted, sitting two-thirds of the way out of his chair to be the first person out of the threshold. I glanced up at the clock, which read 1:43. Two minutes before the end of the day release. The buses would already be lined up and waiting, and some students took an extra minute or so going to their lockers…

“Alright,” I agreed reluctantly, letting the students get the best of me once again. Hell, at least it’s Friday…

A few kids cheered to their friends and sprinted to the doorway, almost as if they were trying to get out of the building the fastest. “Monday!” I hollered once again, knowing for sure that a select few students would just happen to forget.

Jessica Smith strolled up to my desk at the front of the class. She added an unnatural spring to her step, her brown curls excessively bouncing around her shoulders as she leaned over the paperwork in front of me. “Thank you for the early release, Mr. Masen,” she crooned softly, placing an object on my desk. She half-waved with her hand and skipped out of the class, giggling to herself with her blonde cohort Megan in tow. The bell rang just moments later, ushering a stampede of students racing out of their designated rooms into the hall.

With the faux bubblegum scent of Jessica’s perfume lingering in a thick trail behind her, I refrained from breathing and slowly picked up the piece of candy she had placed on the stack of papers. A Dum Dum lollipop. Not only that, but it was, as expected, bubblegum flavored.

My brow furrowed at it. Jessica and many other girls of her age believed I was somewhat attractive for a teacher, this much was clear; however, in my defense, the amount of good-looking people in the teaching realm was little to none, so it wasn’t truly a fair fight in the first place. I may have been handsome for a teacher, but as an adult in general I was but fairly average.

I groaned at the thought of Jessica actually trying to seduce me with excessive amounts of perfume, boisterous sudden movements and childish lollipops.

Perhaps if I were some sixty-year-old virgin who wasn’t her teacher, and also had a pedophilic fetish for extremely young, virginal schoolgirls… but I definitely was neither any of those. I shivered at the thought. No thank you. I like staying out of jail.

Placing the lollipop in my slacks pocket with no intention of eating it, I shut my laptop on the table and tucked it into my daily briefcase. I collected the student grade book and ungraded papers, adding them to the case and closing it. Jacket and briefcase in one arm, I flicked off the room lights and closed the door behind me, locking it with the key.

Barely any students lingered in the hall, all having rushed to their bus or vehicle. As I walked towards the center of the school, Jessica and her group of friends didn’t wave as I passed them, nor did they acknowledge me in any way other than with their eyes. Sights lingering on certain parts of my anatomy longer than necessary, the group of girls looked rather carnivorous huddled in a group like that. I ran a hand through my hair and clenched the locks to distract myself from their predilections.

“Get to your buses,” I told them promptly, not faltering in movement as I passed. One girl giggled at me. One almost moaned.

“Have a good day, Mr. Masen,” another called after me. I waved half-assed back to them and carried on, listening to the soft clicking of my shoes meeting linoleum as their high-pitched chatter disintegrated itself into the back of my mind.

I entered the school library’s double doors and immediately was hit with the familiar scent of old book pages. Seeing the library empty of all other lifeforms so far, I made my way to the nearest section. This high school didn’t have a wide assortment of literature here, being such a small facility, but it was at least moderate. The majority of books with mature content had been stripped from the shelves, all of the current ones being suitable for younger teenagers. It was odd, though, seeing as the kids nowadays probably had more carnal minds than most of the adults. A new generation and all that jazz, probably.

A slow smile crept over my face as I remembered the simple things from my childhood, like browsing through a bookstore with my mother, feeling absorbed in the magical world of literature for the first time… Things I couldn’t do anymore. Fingering the spines of tattered and worn books, all having been abused or simply overused with love, a certain surname caught my attention. I pulled a book from the shelf and flipped it onto its back, reading the context once again.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but I found myself getting absorbed in the fictional works of my father. Setting the novella back on its shelf, I bristled, trying to forget that part of my life and move on. I could barely remember the man anyway, but reading his life’s work could wither down my resolve. I really had to stop doing that.

He had been the reason I became absorbed in written language, in English. I was too attention deficit to become a great writer like my father had been, so teaching had become my career instead. If I couldn’t create my own realms of fiction, I could at least have the chance to teach someone else who could.

Suddenly remembering why I had come to the library in the first place, I left the aisle and headed towards the front desk. My light tread halted at the sight of a lone young woman sitting atop the front counter, absorbed deeply into a book of her own.

Her skin was pale white in the fluorescent lights, dark brown hair falling in waves around her shoulders, a wisp of it curling up onto her cheek. Her shadowed eyes were darkened by her slacking posture, hunched over her novel, but her face was clearly beautifully shaped nonetheless. Her sculpted brow was knitted in concentration and she almost glared at the words in her hands, oblivious to myself and the rest of the world around her. She was clearly all woman, though, each curve of her trim body hugged tightly by very fitting clothes. Ass perched on the oak counter top with legs crossed and hanging down in front of her, the short skirt she wore was clinging in all the right places, exposing the smooth creamy color of her legs. And that shade of blue on her breasts was… fuuuuck. That blouse was made of sin.

As she went to turn a page, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick it, her pink tongue flicking against the tip quickly before she reached back to turn it.

That was a terrible habit, I knew—to lick your fingers before touching anything, especially books—but I couldn’t find the effort to care at the moment. My slacks tightened involuntarily at the sight, all the blood in my body immediately pooling to my groin.

I wanted the brunette beauty to lick my tip.

Feeling suddenly as corrupted as any sixty-year-old pedophile on the prowl for virtuous females of the younger variety, I flogged myself internally, trying to keep the unconventional spike of emotions beneath me. It was strange, being so immediately attracted to this woman; it usually took much more than just appearance alone for me to be attracted to someone, and even the most voluptuous of women in the nude had never given me an erection like this. What the fuck?

For fear of being seen ogling her with a massive boner, I staggered over to a nearby book trolley and grabbed at it, effectively knocking a few books to the floor in my panic. Loudly.

The woman’s head jerked up at the sound, but quickly softened when she registered my face.

“Oh, hi,” she called, her voice light and feminine. She placed a bookmark from the counter into her book and hopped down, tits jiggling as she landed, causing my mind to fall blank for several seconds. She walked over and closed the distance between us with a slight smile bared on her face.

Swallowing the thickness in my throat, I tried to feign nonchalance.

“I’m sorry about that,” I told her, reaching down to pick up the books I had knocked over, all the while trying to discreetly adjust my not-so-unnoticeable dick so it didn’t poke her in the eye or some shit. She knelt down as well to help, her blue sin of a blouse moving down to expose her bare chest enough to show the frilly lace of her white bra and the utterly scrumptious-looking curves hiding beneath. Damn those low cut blouses!

“No.. problem…” she said softly, sounding a bit distracted. I tore my eyes away from her chest suddenly, fearing she’d noticed my behavior.

She definitely had. Chocolate eyes widening with her mouth dropped in a little ‘o’, her eyes flickered between my own and my… crotch. Oh, goddamn it.

Her face flamed a bright red immediately, and she struggled to hide a toothy smile as we both stood. Placing the rest of the books on the trolley, her eyes were still trained downward, glued to my engorged package. It twitched back at her in greeting.

Restraining a groan, I ran a hand through my hair, unsure of how to proceed.

Hello, my dick really wants to fuck you six ways from Sunday right on that counter over there. Oh, and my name is Jeffrey Masen, I’m a teacher here. Now bend over and spread ’em.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stuttered, her eyes finally dragging themselves away to look around the library. “Did you need something in particular, Mr. Masen?”

My name caught me off guard, seeing as we hadn’t been properly introduced yet. “Um, yes, I needed to sign up one of my classes for a visit next week… What is your name again?” I asked awkwardly, not seeing a name tag. Her face immediately looked dejected and she frowned, turning away to head to her desk.

“Lily Finch, I’m the new library tech here,” she said softly, moving behind the counter. “We went to college together, Jeff,” she stated point blank, fiddling with the computer beside her.

“Oh,” I replied dumbly, unsure of what to say. I couldn’t remember her…

“Yeah, we had like three of the same English courses,” she almost snorted, “I’m not surprised you don’t remember me though. I’m not exactly the type of woman people pay mind to.” She shrugged, her nails beginning to click away on the keyboard. I spluttered a cough and the clicking stopped, and she looked up sideways at me, confused.

“Oh, it’s quite the contrary,” I muttered, but then promptly regretted having said that.