When dressed for work, the classroom, she was nothing extraordinary and would hardly garner a second glance from most people, especially guys. She could dress up and people would perhaps take a second look, but when she was in her preferred state of dress, or undress as the case may be, she would turn any man's head and many a woman's head as well. One last outstanding feature I must mention was her strong but slender hands with their immaculately manicured nails. Miss Penny could have been a hand model for any jewelry line or cosmetics line for that matter. She had the perfect nails in my opinion, just the right length to be elegant as if a drop of paint were just hanging from the ends of the fingers. They had a natural shape, tapered not squared off of chopped. I can't remember ever seeing those beautiful fingers when they weren't perfectly painted and polished. Her legs seemed to be borrowed from a gymnast half her age, while not overly muscular, they were toned and had exquisite curves of their own. They ran from the floor thickening a little perhaps in the thighs but with not an ounce of flab, to the bottoms of her sweetly pear shaped ass in the back and to a velvety neatly trimmed crotch within which was centered what I came to know as her peach. While not completely hairless, Penny's peach was lightly covered with velvety soft peach fuzz where the hair was nearly nonexistent save for a neatly trimmed heart shaped tuft of strawberry blond hair just above her peach.
Then there was Miss Margaret, Miss Penny's Housemate. They both lived in this modest four bedroom home with two car garage and full basement. In a quiet neighborhood with tree lined streets, good fences and quiet neighbors. While Miss Penny was almost bubbly in her sweetness and outgoing manner, Miss Margaret was decidedly not, at least by outward appearances or casual observation. Margaret, Maggie to her friends, was an imposing figure of a woman. Reserved, almost haughty, perhaps aloof would be a better way to describe her. By all appearances she was a stern intelligent woman that didn't suffer fools or foolishness. Like Miss Penny, a look from Miss Margaret could stop you in your tracks or halt your words in mid speech. Those liquid copper orbs could burn a hole through solid steel or they could softly shine like the light of a candle when you were in her good graces. Separating those copper colored lights was a patrician nose, longish, delicate but firm. Her nostrils would flare when she was upset or angry or when... well... I'll talk more about that later.
Above Margaret's eyes separating her eyes from her forehead were two dark brows that always seemed to be immobile, but when her mood changed or she was startled they grew animated and would dance and jump as if they were living creatures. Below her nose there was a wide set of thin tight lips. Margaret didn't wear much make up and certainly didn't draw attention to her lips but on occasion I've seen her with lipstick on and it changes the entire look of her face, her face softens. Her wide lips set off her strong chin and jaw line that sit atop her long thin neck. A neck that like the rest of Miss Margaret is toned but not muscular.
Margaret stands about five foot seven in her stockinged feet. Aside from bathing I've rarely ever known her to not be wearing stockings of some sort on those elegant shapely legs. For a woman in her late forties she was remarkably toned and fit. Her arms and legs slender and long, her ass also on the smallish side but nicely rounded and shaped all the same. Two smallish but well rounded firm breasts rode high and proud on Margaret's chest seemingly defying gravity. Topped by two dark shaded points of her nipples about the size of pencil erasers, were surrounded by slightly darker quarter sized areolas that seemed to float on the milky white skin that covered Margaret's body. That pale white skin contrasted with her hair. She had raven black hair, a full glossy gossamer cloud that framed her face, hung to the middle of her shoulder blades when she let it down. Usually it was tamed into a tight bun or other restrictive styling that left her generous yet delicate ears exposed to the world.
In the lobes of those ears she always, always, wore a set of pearl stud earrings. There was one more pearl stud but it was constantly worn much farther down, not in an ear, but rather in a piercing of the hood covering Margaret's magic switch, her clit. I can't count the number of times I blessed that single pearl and silently thanked the gods for that jeweled beacon, surrounded as it was by an equally dark cloud of gossamer like raven black hair. If Miss Penny had a Peach, Miss Margaret had a large ripe plum, one surround by that raven black silky soft hair. Soft yes, but dense, it certainly takes some getting used to but once that has happened it becomes a thing of beauty and wonder. It's also a source of frustration for the uninitiated. That would have been me, more on that later though. From outward appearances, Miss Margaret would appear to be the antithesis or opposite of Miss Penny as far as personalities go. While Miss Penny is ordinarily bubbly and seemingly happy, Miss Margaret appears to be stern, or almost cross, cold, and as I described earlier, aloof. Miss Margaret Eileen Mays is, was, also a teacher. She taught among other things typing, in a senior high school right here in this very town. In fact she was one of my own teachers, and I was, one of her students. I am now one of her students again, a very special kind of student, for a very special kind of teacher.
It's funny how small events in one's life often evolve and turn into life changing events at a later time in that same life... like ripples on the pond, or a butterfly flapping wings and creating hurricanes a world away that sort of thing. One small action, a smile, a kind word, holding a door for a stranger things that most take for granted and never think about again can actually mean the world to someone who desperately needed a moment of kindness... or someone who witnesses that act and is impressed with the selflessness of a person offering that moment of kindness. I know, I know, get on with the story right? Okay... but just bear with me a moment or two longer, it will make sense later when you need those missing puzzle pieces.
Many years ago, not so long during the setting of this story perhaps, I was in high school, a sophomore actually. During my years of high school we had schools called "Junior high" that taught grades seven, eight and ninth (what would be freshman year for most schools). So sophomore was the first year most kids in my area were introduced to High School. For most kids entering high school is an eye opening experience, a brave new world to explore and learn. Sure there are the usual cliques and clubs and organizations that people gravitate to, to fit in, to find themselves amongst others of the same or like minds and desires. What? Too deep maybe? Okay to be brief I was a jock, so I went out for the Soccer team over the summer break between the school years and my transition from junior high to senior high school. Likewise when the school year started I went out for the football team. I made the team and even impressed the coaches enough to win a spot on the team. Not unheard of for a sophomore to be on the first string even if it was only special teams but not common either, especially for a smaller guy by varsity football standards. But I was quick on my feet, tenacious and in a word, I had balls.
Okay let me explain. In this case balls meant I didn't back down and I would take on anyone on the playing field, no matter how much bigger than me they might have been. During one of the early practices I had been assigned as a blocker for the kick-off receiving team my counterpart opposing me was the biggest guy on the team, a gentle giant in person to be sure but he towered over me by a good foot and a half and outweighed me by probably by half again my own weight. He didn't move fast but he didn't deviate when he did start moving either... think steam roller on legs. Big Henry was a force to be reckoned with. As it turned out, the ball was kicked, the kicking team stormed down the field. The receiver caught the ball yards behind me so everyone was focused on my little patch of turf and the path of the ball carrier that fell in behind me and two other guys... Big Henry was heading our way, picking up speed with his head down. Of the three of us blockers, one guy tripped (or so he said) and went down, the other guy, bigger than me hit big Henry a glancing blow on his right hip and ricocheted like a ping pong ball, then there was me.
I knew it was going to hurt but then I always was head strong and didn't know when to quit once I set my mind to something. You could almost feel the ground beneath our feet trembling as big Henry stormed in. I put my arms up in the blocking stance, put my head down a bit and just hit him as hard as I could right in the chest. BAM! I saw stars. I could have sworn I heard birds chirping just like in all the old cartoons too. They tell me that big Henry stopped cold when I hit him, the ball carrier danced around us and ran half the length of the field before he tripped on his own two feet trying to look over his shoulder. The coaches all stood stock still, stunned at what they had witnessed. Then the next thing I was aware of after seeing stars was a truly massive paw of a hand in my face. As my eyes cleared enough to see, I followed the hand up the arm to a smiling big Henry. I took the hand and he lifted me up effortlessly and swatted me on my back saying "Good hit man!" The swat on my back nearly sent me to the ground again. I honestly thought I had blown my chance at getting any playing time and was dragging my ass figuratively speaking until practice broke up. The head coach asked me to walk with him as we all went back to the locker room to clean up and change. I thought that was it, he was going to tell me to turn in my equipment, thanks for trying, don't call us, we'll call you... Well you can imagine how stunned I was when he told me that he liked my hustle and what he saw, he wanted me to be one of the special teams guys. ME? A "Specialist"? WOW!
