I had just walked into class, and immediately fell for her.
"Welcome to your first day at Luve. As you likely know, we are a school for adults to finish their high school studies and complete their GEDs. I'm your teacher, Ana Sanchez, but unlike other high schools, you can just call me Ana! Ms. Sanchez is a good way to get on my bad side!"
Most of the time, I would just sit at the back of the class, and half-ass it until the semester was over, but this time, I walked to the front of the class and sat directly in front of her.
I didn't make it painfully obvious, but I had no problem eyeballing her while she addressed the class. A smaller Spanish woman whose age I would guess to be around thirty-two, with long, flowing black hair past the shoulders, and olive skin that radiated her beauty completely, her greenish eyes were complimented by her thin, natural lips. At around 5'4" and not possibly weighing any more than 120lbs, Ana was "wife-material." Her small, but pronounced perky breasts were very admirable through her modest white t-shirt, and her figure was more so exposed by her tight, light blue jeans. Ana was the type of outgoing woman you'd expect to see at a yoga class, motivating other stretchers during the workout, and befriending them immediately after. What her life was actually like, I really wanted to know.
"You'll notice that there is a part of the building in the back that is blocked off. That is the old gymnasium, which has been closed down due to structural issues with the east side of the building. They'll be demolishing the whole thing next year."
A student interrupted, "There were people in there earlier..."
"Yes, every now and then, a teacher will volunteer to make the rounds just to inspect everything. There are a couple of change rooms with showers, and that building has had leak issues, so we check up on it. But don't worry about that—this is Entrepreneurship 101, and what I'm going to teach you, or at least try to, is how you can use ideas in your mind to achieve goals, and make some money doing it. But before that, I'd like to get to know each of you. I'm going to ask you to stand up, and introduce yourselves to the class, starting at the front here."
The only other person sitting in the front was a light-skinned black girl, or a young woman would be more accurate—considering she looked around twenty-four. She seemed to be taller, around 5'8" if I had to guess, but was dressed very stylishly, with a revealing red top covered only slightly by a grey scarf, and a black skirt stopping just above her knees. Her black hair had been straightened to the end of her neck, and dyed with subtle streaks of red, while her facial features were as tough as they were hot. Her small eyes were accentuated with dark red contact lenses, and her full red lips were the stuff of every man's imagination. As she stood up confirming her long, slender figure, a movement of her scarf away from her body revealed large, full breasts just extruding from her red top. Also exposed were her long, smooth legs, glistening. Even Ana seemed to have looked her over very quickly as they made eye contact.
"Hi—my name is Jesse. I'm twenty-seven years old, and I work at La Miriam." What should've been a shocking statement was surprisingly met with silence, as La Miriam was a pretty well-established lingerie shop in downtown. "I actually have my GED already, I'm just here to upgrade my marks to get into university."
"Ah, there are many students who come to this school to do that," Ana replied. "Thanks Jesse, and welcome! Next, let's have you introduce yourself," as Ana made eye contact with me for the first time, not sensing my heart skipping as I stood up.
"Hey. My name is Jorge. I live over in Olde Town, but came over to Luve instead of Goodham because of the wrestling program here. I'm a wrestler... it was the only thing I was good at in high school... I'm hoping to improve enough to compete at the Olympic qualifiers in two years. Nice to meet all of you... Oh, and I'm twenty-two, in case you need to know," as a small laughter came from the class.
"Wow, the Olympics? You'll notice one thing about me, Jorge, it's that I LOVE ambition! It's what entrepreneurship is all about! I'm looking forward to getting to know you better!" If she wasn't so sweet and cheerful, that last line could've easily been mistaken for an invitation. I sat back down as Ana moved onto the next student, and sensing I was being watched, I slowly looked next to me to notice that Jesse was looking at me. She didn't seem to mind the awkward, silent eye contact we were making as the next student was introducing themselves, and neither did I.
Later on in the class, we were asked to pair up for a "relationship-building" exercise. The instruction given to us (after Ana had already taught us the intense science of writing a memo) was to communicate with another person, who could be a potential co-worker, using memos only, and without speaking. This was the last, and scheduled to be the longest exercise of today's class. Every pair was to be given a sticky pad to write short notes, and an entire conversation was to be had using them for the sole purpose of improving your relationship with your fellow co-worker (or, in this case, student).
Considering we were pretty much isolated together at the front of the class anyway, all it took was a look over at Jesse, and a mutual nod to decide we would pair up together. The fact that we were able to achieve this mutual partnership without even speaking to each other surely must've been a good sign. Ana came around and gave us the sticky pad, and as she started the 20-minute timer which cast a preparatory silence over the class room, I began to write first.
"So, what do you think of this class so far?" Sliding the sticky pad over to Jesse. She began writing with half a smile on her face, and slid the sticky pad over to me.
"How big is your cock?"
I should've been shocked, but for some reason, I was amused by this. Even though all it would've taken was me delivering this sticky pad over to Ana to cause pretty significant consequences to Jesse, I was rather impressed: Jesse seemed to have a lot of balls. And she seemed to just put a lot of trust in me, which I couldn't help but appreciate immensely. Moreover, this was a very sexual woman, and she just immediately took the attention I had given Ana for nearly an entire class by writing one statement. In five words, I learned a lot about this girl.
I began writing, "bigger than you might imagine," which started our continuous exchange for the next nineteen minutes.
"Afraid to tell me the size?"
"Nine inches, hard."
"Nice. You got a girlfriend?"
