- Chapter I - Introduction -
I woke up on a Tuesday morning. I was so excited because it was my first day of my senior year in high school. I couldn't bring myself to take out the long braids I always wore in my hair. I had decided on a short plaid pleated skirt and a white top. I liked wearing button tops now that my breasts were almost fully developed. At eighteen I was wearing a full b-cup. The bra and panties I wore were the ones I had bought at Victoria Secrets. I saved up the whole summer so I could buy my lingerie from there. I slipped on my canvas shoes and left for school. Mom wouldn't allow me to wear make-up so I had to wait till I got to school to put it on. I was sneaky about that but it was a special occasion. My history teacher was going to be Mr. Yeoman.
I had always known him as Uncle Matt. He wasn't really my uncle. My brother was twelve years older then myself. Brian and Matt had been friends since before I was born. I grew up tagging along and bugging the two of them. But when they went to college, it changed. Matt was going to be a teacher and Brian was going for business. I was only six when they left. They graduated from college when I turned eleven. I was just beginning puberty. My body was changing. Then out of nowhere I noticed how handsome Matt was. He got his masters over seas in England. He was there for only two years studying and teaching. But that was enough time for him to develop an accent, which hasn't lessened since his return to the states. He took a position in my school district last year. Instantly the female attendance in his class became perfect. He was cute, funny, and smart. Even the junior-high girls dreamt and talked of him often. I was the envy of all because I knew him. He came to my house often to visit Brian when my brother was in town. I was lucky enough to have him kiss my cheek when he arrived. He would tell me how grown up I was becoming. He told me how pretty I was and how he just loved my braids. But he had no idea that I dreamt of him. He had no idea how big my crush for him was.
I walked into the school and saw Matt standing by the teacher's lounge door. He was speaking to some of the faculty when he noticed me come in.
"Hello Tiff, how are you today?" Tiff was his pet name for me.
I walked up to him and scolded, "Mr. Yeoman, I told you to call me Tiffany." We had already spoken about boundaries at school. He was supposed to treat me as a young lady and I was suppose to remember not to hug him and kiss his cheek on school grounds.
"Oh yes, I am so sorry Tiffany. You're in my American History class 8th period."
"I know. You told me last week. Easy 'A'?"
"No. You're going to have to do twice the homework."
"Not funny." The bell rang and I rushed to get to homeroom.
The day went pretty fast. Before long I was sitting in the front row of Mr. Yeoman's class. I was sure to be in the middle of the front row. The day had apparently been a little tough for him because his tie was loosened and his sleeves rolled up. He was a little over six foot, short blonde hair, thin, and an incredible dresser. He looked so good. But the most handsome thing about him was his face, or rather his eyes. He had a strong jaw line and perfect lips. But as I've mentioned, it was the eyes that the girls talked about. They literally changed color. Depending on what he was wearing and his mood his eyes went from a brilliant blue, to green, to grey. He taught with enthusiasm. Most teachers gave us names and dates, but he gave us stories and excitement. What gave me the most excitement was watching him walk across the classroom. His ass was perfectly round and proportioned. The pants he wore made the most of it by hugging it just enough to let me imagine the rest.
- Chapter II - A Tease -
I guess some time during my panting I let my guard down. By the end of the class I found that I had uncrossed my legs. But the thing that pleased me was that I noticed Mr. Yeoman glanced down to have a peek. Is it possible that he was beginning to see me as something other than a little girl? Did he just accidentally notice my legs uncrossed or did he look purposely to see if I was wearing any panties? The bell rang and I grabbed my books to leave.
"Tiffany?" He spoke.
"Yes Mr. Yeoman?"
"I wanted to speak to you for a second." He said as the classroom cleared. We were left alone.
"Yes?"
"Now that the day is over, would you like a ride home?"
"Yes, thank you. Can I call you Matt now?"
"Sure Tiff, now let's get out of here." We walked to his car. He drove a 1998 Mustang Convertible. I loved it. He opened the door for me as I untied my hair and let the braids unravel. My hair was down to my waist and wavy from being braided all day. He got in the car and stared at me for a second.
"What's wrong Uncle Matt?"
"Nothing. I just hadn't realized how beautiful you've become." I blushed. He had always called me pretty but never beautiful. We pulled out of the school parking lot. My skirt flew up from the wind. Matt's eyes dropped to my legs. I shyly pulled it down.
The next day I wore a black mini-skirt but this time I skipped the panties. Eighth period came and I sat in my usual seat. Ten minutes into the class I purposely uncrossed my legs and opened them wide. Just as I expected he looked. Well, he looked almost through the whole class. The following day, I wore pants but this time I unbuttoned my shirt to the middle of my chest. He looked again. I always acted as if it was by complete accident like I was an innocent that wasn't aware of my own sexuality. But I knew how to attract his attention. He never mentioned anything to me and aside from the occasional ride home, we were never alone. The whole semester continued like that until Christmas break.
I went to the Christmas dance with Bobby. I wore this pink dress and heels. Mr. Yeoman was a chaperone. Half way through the dance, Bobby starts dancing with Vanessa Marsh. He ignored me the entire night. I sat on the stairs outside the gym crying. My eyes red from crying and my head lying on my knees, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I lifted my head to see Matt standing there. "Are you okay Tiff?"
"Men are scum."
"Ohhh, Bobby. Yes I saw him dancing with that stupid, pimply-faced girl." I just smiled.
"If she is so ugly, then why is he with her?"
"She probably puts out." He smiled. He could make me laugh.
"Maybe I should put out then."
"No you don't. You wait for someone special."
"How will I know when it's the right time?"
"When you're in love and you're thirty."
"That's old."
"You only say that because you're so young."
"I'm not that young. Tell me, Matt. Is sex that important to boys?"
"Well, it depends on the boy. Someone who loves you and respects you will be more concerned about it being the right time for you. Someone like Bobby is more concerned about what his friends want him to do. Forget about it."
"What does it feel like?"
"What does sex feel like?"
"Yes, if you don't mind telling me?"
"Well, when it's wonderful it can be an incredible experience."
"And when it's not?"
"For women especially, it can make you feel cheap and embarrassed. Make sure it's wonderful for you. Okay Tiffany?"
