She stood looking into the eyes she'd dreamed about for the last seven years. She thought back to the first time she'd seen those sparkling blue eyes smiling at her. Her fourteenth birthday, registering for her first year of high school those eyes had belonged to her new homeroom teacher. And now, on her twenty-first she'd caught herself in those eyes again. "Hello Mr. Answell," she finally said, smiling softly at the man who had been a teacher, a friend and a fantasy over the years.
It'd been three years since he'd seen her last. A soft, lingering hug goodbye at her graduation and she'd left for college still a kid in his eyes. He saw her differently now, had barely recognized the late bloomer until she smiled at him. "My God, Maria! How are you?" Wondering if he'd been caught watching her body from across the room, he stood and hugged her.
She'd caught the look before coming up to him and hugged him back a little tighter than was called for, her body thrilling at his touch. "I'm doing pretty well actually, how are you?"
He began to reply that he'd been well, but she cut him short; "Sorry, I've got to meet some people; I just stopped in for a drink as I was leaving. But... do you think we could catch up some time this week?" She explained that she was in town visiting old friends and her family. "I don't have any daytime plans for the rest of the week though."
"Oh well, school starts back tomorrow but there are auditions for the first play after, if you wanted to drop by while I organize everything from my first day." She laughed, remembering the countless papers she'd had to fill out every year for him.
"Sure thing, I'll stop by around 5 once the auditions are over. See you then." With that she walked out of the small coffee shop tossing a little extra swing into her ample hips in case he was looking as he mused that she really had grown up quite well. *
The next day, walking up those familiar old steps, she thought back to her years at the school. He'd been there every year. He was her homeroom teacher through her awkward freshman and sophomore year, drama during the start of her popularity with the guys stretching the end of sophomore year to her graduation. Senior year he'd taught two of her classes and she'd become one of his trusted students in the drama tech department, often working right under him to get everything organized in time.
Oh the days she'd thought about really "working" under him. Even at fourteen, having never even kissed a boy she'd wanted him. Now, she'd had her share of awkward fumbling times even with guys much older than her. Even through all of that she'd thought of him when her mind wandered, imagining how much better he'd be. Through the years of her education she'd caught herself more than once staring at the obvious bulge in his pants wondering how much was the pants and how much was him. Almost daily she'd had the conversations with her friends. Each of them had different guesses but all of the girls agreed on one thing, they'd all like to find out.
He wasn't the "hot" coach but he was perfect to her. Those amazing blue eyes were only the first part of what attracted her to him. He was just a few inches taller than her, probably 6'2 at most, tall but not remarkably so. Above his eyes was light brown hair, softly spiked that matched the goatee that had once been a beard years ago. Maria couldn't even count the times she'd wondered what it would feel like against her if she were to kiss him. Getting close to his door she stopped going through her memories of him and checked her reflection one last time before knocking.
The first thing most people noticed was her height since not many women were so close to 6 feet. She claimed 5'11 but was really closer to six feet even. Dark brown hair halfway down her back and large, expressive eyes were second to be noticed. Dressed today in a denim miniskirt, white flip-flops and a white three quarter sleeve shirt unbuttoned for just a little cleavage she knew she was showing off her real assets: legs so long they needed special pants and an ass to rival any rap video rump-shaker.
With a deep breath she stepped up and knocked on the partially opening door, stepping in when he called. It didn't seem like anything had changed in the room. Maria was instantly transported back to the hours she'd spent here, as the rest of the school slowly emptied, working on all different things. His desk was in the same place at the back corner, student desks in rows before him.
Standing here now, in the deserted school, before him she let thoughts drift across the back of her mind as they exchanged pleasantries. She asked about his life, other teachers, drama, and the school in general. It seemed time in the room had stopped and after all of his questions about her life it was starting to get late. Eventually the conversation moved to parties in college and he laughed about her stories of the less than savory characters that tried to pick her up from different frats on campus.
"It's just that most guys my age don't really want more than one thing and no one really lives up to my ideal guy." She halted here wishing she hadn't said the last part. Studiously avoiding his eyes she smiled softly at her memories and looked around the room hoping he'd avoid the obvious question. He didn't.
"And who is this perfect mystery man?" He asked, worried she was selling herself too short again, hoping she understood that with her looks and brain she could have any guy she wanted and they'd be lucky to have her.
She blushed pink, looking every inch that girl she'd been so many years ago when she was actually supposed to be in this class room. "Well, you." After a few moments of silence she finally steeled herself she looked up into his eyes, scared what she'd find there. Scared he'd look at her like she was still that kid and make some light joke about him being too old for her. Scared he'd do anything but what she wanted most. Scared he'd do anything but take her in his arms and kiss her.
