Dedicated to "Ms. Wulfgar".
You are still every schoolboy's dream.
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Aimee swore as the stranger bumped into her, causing the 28-year-old blonde to spill her coffee.
"I'm so sorry!" The man barely glanced in her direction as he continued hurrying towards the exit, and hastily apologized, "But I'm late for work."
"Yea, that makes two of us!" Aimee retorted. But the man was already out the door. "You could've at least replaced my coffee," she lamented to no one.
It was another dreaded Monday morning. Aimee had gotten out on the proverbial
"wrong side of the bed" and was in a very foul mood. She had come to her favorite coffee shop, as was her daily ritual before work, hoping that sustenance would improve her spirits.
But the asshole who spilled her drink and offered only a lame apology made things worse.
This is going to be one of those days,
the young woman sighed ruefully.
Aimee generally loved her job as a high school teacher. Teaching was her calling in life; there was no doubt about it. The hours were long and the pay wasn't great, but the pretty blonde confidently believed that she could make a difference in her students' lives.
But right now, she was NOT in the mood to deal with teenagers.
Aimee had the respect of her students. Being an AP Physics teacher as well as Yearbook Adviser, and assistant coach of the girls' JV volleyball team meant that she possessed credibility among the high school population, regardless of the clique. Aimee was also young enough that she could still relate to her students, and vice versa.
But her relative youth sometimes worked against her.
Depending on what she wore or how she presented herself, Aimee could still pass for a high school coed herself. Standing right at 6ft tall with long blonde hair, a toned body, and 34C breasts, the young woman was confident in her looks and smugly admitted, albeit to no one other than herself, that she was hotter than even the best-looking girls at school. Aimee was rather proud of that.
But being the "hot teacher" did come with its obvious drawbacks.
Her male students often flirted with her and, though it was usually an ego boost, some days it could be really irritating.
Her female students often confided with her because they saw her as "one of them", and
that
was one of the many reasons why Aimee wanted to be a teacher. It was all about having a positive influence on young people and shaping them to be productive members of society. However, while most of the female students adored Aimee, there was no small number who were jealous of the young blonde's looks, and were openly hostile to her. Most days, she would secretly relish their jealousy while pretending not to notice.
But today, Aimee did NOT feel like putting up with obnoxious teenage boys or catty teenage girls.
"Ms. Wulfgar?"
The soothing and distantly familiar voice broke the young blonde from her dark thoughts. She turned, expecting one of her students, when she suddenly found herself staring in the deepest, most hypnotic blue eyes that she had ever seen. Like the voice, they, too, were oddly familiar.
An extremely handsome yet face stared back at her.
Aimee eyes widened as she recognized the young man. "Noah?"
"Wow, you actually remember me?"
Aimee's heart started to race. Noah was a decorated student who had graduated from high school last year. Not only was he the valedictorian, but as an all-state quarterback he had been accepted to a Division I college with the intention of furthering his football career.
Noah, however, wasn't merely intelligent and athletic, but he was also VERY good-looking. Standing several inches over Aimee's 6-foot frame, he was powerfully built with a barrel chest and thick limbs. But Noah possessed an easy-going, infectious smile that contrasted with his hulking mass. And though he was no longer a high school student, there was still a definite boyish quality about him.
Despite those appealing qualities, however, what Aimee remembered most about him was that he was extremely respectful and courteous. And equally as important, she had never heard a bad thing about him. Many high school boys possessed well-known reputations, especially among the female students, but not Noah. Girls had openly swooned over him, and Aimee could recall many instances when she witnessed him humbly rebuff their advances.
Noah had been a very special student.
As one of the young man's high school teachers, Aimee had often fantasized about him in a way that was taboo for a teacher to fantasize about a student. But she was only 9 years older than him--- not TOO extreme of an age gap--- and he was
very
cute. While Aimee was embarrassed by her attraction to a much younger male, she couldn't help herself.
However, after Noah graduated and headed off to college, she figured that she'd never see him again except in an occasional wistful memory.
And now he was standing before her.
"Ms. Wulfgar?"
The calm voice snapped Aimee back into the moment. "Noah! Hi... yes! Of course, I remember you! It's good to see you! How are you?"
The young man's smile grew even broader, and it was obvious that he was delighted. In response, Aimee blushed even darker, but Noah didn't notice... or pretended not to. "I'm good, Ms. Wulfgar. College has been really tough, but I'm having a great time."
"I'm sure playing college football must be a lot of fun!"
"Actually, I gave it up."
Aimee was shocked. "You gave up football?" During his time as a student-athlete, Noah had become synonymous with football. He had easily broken school records and led his team to multiple state championships. There was even talk that he might make it to the pros someday.
The young man chuckled in a relaxed manner. "I know, hard to believe, right? But I quickly discovered that college football wasn't for me. It was taking too much time away from my studies. Plus, now I actually have time to enjoy the whole college experience, too!"
Aimee felt like a proud parent as she studied the boy. He was definitely the same Noah she had always known, but there was something different about him. She couldn't figure it out until the obvious finally dawned on her.
Noah had grown up; he was no longer the boy whom she had taught in high school.
The pretty blonde couldn't help herself from smiling.
Now it was Noah's turn to blush under the intense scrutiny, and he fidgeted. "I'm guessing you're on your way to work. I saw the guy spill your coffee. May I buy you a replacement?"
Aimee was genuinely touched. "Why, thank you."
"Of course, Ms. Wulfgar."
"Noah, you're not my student anymore. Please, call me Aimee."
"Aimee." Noah spoke the name awkwardly.
His former high school teacher laughed.
With a new cup of coffee soon in hand, the pair stood off to the side and chatted some more, getting each other caught up on their respective lives. Aimee had lingered too long but would have gladly continued their conversation for much longer had Noah not gently reminded her that she was almost late for school. During the course of their animated conversation, though, he stated numerous times how wonderful it was to see her again, and it was clear that there was a deeper meaning behind those words. However, Noah was either too shy or too polite to say more and it was evident that, while he was extremely attracted to her, the young man still viewed Aimee as an authority figure.
