Troy Howard surveyed his class of senior high school students. Young adults, not far off graduating. He had taught them History for the past school year. Some he had previously taught when they were younger.
In the past few weeks one student in particular had captured the 36 year old teacher's attention. Bailee Adams had recently moved to sit in the front row of desks. Thus she'd positioned herself where Troy had an unimpeded view of her.
"Why's she done that, I wonder?" Troy had initially asked himself.
He had taught Bailee in a number of classes through High School and found her to be a diligent, polite student. Not a real standout looks wise, but attractive enough and a pupil any teacher would be happy to have in their class. She had never flirted with him, as some of the girls were inclined to do. So why had she moved forward to take up such a prominent position?
Troy was looking at Bailee's school profile on his computer screen. 18 years and four months old. Her attendance was excellent and results top level. She was a member of the school athletics and golf teams. He noted she'd been a cheerleader, but had left the squad at the end of the previous school year.
Troy concentrated his gaze on Bailee. She was short, tanned with an engaging smile and pretty, down slopping eyes.
"Yes, those eyes are definitely her best feature," he thought dreamily. "And those tanned legs," he added, as a sexual afterthought.
Her clothes of choice were usually similar to those she wore today. A T-shirt, jean shorts and sandals. The only change would be on golf practice days, when she would wear a skirt and sports polo, as was compulsory. Bailee would usually wear her mousy hair tied up, but when she left if loose it came down past her shoulders.
"Not very big," Troy daydreamed about how big her breasts might be. "Perky, with small, sensitive nipples, maybe?"
Suddenly Bailee looked up from her screen, directly at him. It was too late to glance away, so he pretended to have been staring into space.
"Shit, caught out, how embarrassing," he thought, blushing slightly.
Bailee smiled at Troy and dropped her head back to the work on her screen.
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Bailee Adams knew Mr Howard was interested in her. A young woman could sense these things. Two years before she'd have felt uncomfortable about this, but now she was happy for his attention. She craved it and wanted him to look at her. She'd moved closer to the front in order to give him a better view.
She liked the way Mr Howard had reacted when she looked up. He hadn't looked away sharply, but held her eyes. Then he had smiled at her.
"You dirty old man," Bailee had thought, laughing inwardly.
Bailee had always liked Mr Howard. He was a good teacher, popular, with a keen sense of humour. She was unsure of his age, but saw him as tall and good looking. As she grew older her initial platonic attraction grew into something deeper. Something that would cause a small flutter, low in her stomach, whenever she thought of him.
Bailee was unlikely to have acted on this attraction, had her boyfriend, Matt Evans, not dumped her for her ex-friend Amy Spencer, a month previous. Prior to this she had everything planned. She had been accepted into a College on the East Coast, on a golf scholarship. She would move there over the summer, after school finished in 3 months.
She'd intended to remain with Matt until this time and then leave him behind for new relationships at College. His ending it with her had not been a part of her plans.
The separation had been big news among her peer group and had hit Bailee hard. She had given much of herself to Matt, both emotionally and physically. At his behest she had shaved and waxed herself, had indulged in role play and even allowed other boys to watch her in bed with Matt. She was hugely embarrassed when this became public knowledge, around the school, following the breakup.
However after a couple of weeks of low mood she had determined to find a positive. Bailee determined to get a bit risqué in her final few months prior to college.
After Matt she could not be bothered with another unsophisticated, demanding young male. At first she'd wondered if she should try women. However, while this made sense emotionally, physically she just wasn't attracted to them. So she had decided to pursue an older man. In Mr Howard, she had the prime candidate.
"He's just so dreamy," she thought staring at her screen, but unable to do any work. "He'll look again shortly. I need to give him something."
Bailee gave a large sigh and slumped forward in her chair. She crossed her legs at the ankle and opened her knees wide. Then she placed a hand lightly on her upper thigh.
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Troy Howard noted this action and quickly surveyed the room to see if anyone else had seen him watching. To his relief they all appeared engrossed in their work.
"Why wouldn't they be? They're in the top history class. High achievers. She knows I'm watching. She must know," he thought, feeling the surge of adrenaline this notion brought with it.
However, within seconds the feelings of guilt came flooding in to drown his euphoria.
"You're her teacher, not a teenage suitor. You've got a wife, two children and, in five months' time, you'll have another," he berated himself. "Pull yourself together man."
He shook his head and tried to do some marking.
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They had played this game before and she had become increasingly bold. Bailee decided it was time to take this unacknowledged flirting a stage further. She wanted him, but knew he would never make the first move. She'd have been disappointed if he had.
"That would make him a bit lecherous." she thought. "It has to be me. I need to leave him in no doubt, but not push too hard, so as to frighten him off."
"I'm a little stuck with the conclusion, Mr Howard," Bailee called out, her hand raised.
She knew how he would reply. Mr Howard always replied in the same manner to such requests from pupils.
"Alright, come and see me after class Bailee."
"Thanks."
