Ethan could see her as he turned to do another lap in the pool. Each time he came up for air, his eyes automatically sought her. Ms. Smith, or as he knew her, Paige. She was sitting in a chair by the edge of the pool looking down at the papers in her lap. Dressed in a tight skirt and button-down blouse, she really didn't fit into her surroundings.
Thanks to his swim coach having an emergency, Ms Smith had taken over watching swim practice today. For the past 4 hours she had tried to catch up on marking papers while simultaneously keeping watch on a dozen rowdy teenagers. When they started throwing eachother into the deep end and wrestling on the wet tiled floor, she called an end to the practice and sent them off to the showers.
As team captain, Ethan stayed behind to help clean up and put away equipment. While Ms Smith took care of the smaller pieces, he rolled up the line markers and moved the heavy carts back into the storage room.
"So," he asked, "What did you think of your first day as honorary swim coach?"
She laughed, "I don't think I would be able to handle it full time. Are you guys always so energetic?"
"Yeah, pretty much. The younger guys especially."
"The younger guys? You're trying to sound old! You're only 17!"
He stood up and straightened to his full 6'2" height. "I had my birthday last month. I'm 18 now. I'm not a kid anymore, Paige."
She looked him up and down, taking in his full form. Years of swimming had broadened his shoulders and etched washboard abs from his stomach. His last growth spurt had made him a head higher than her. His body had definitely taken on the look of a man's, even if she refused to look at the area his tight swim competition shorts covered.
"You'll always be a kid to me, Ethan. Also, how many times have I told you to call me Ms Smith at school? I'm your teacher here, not your friend."
"No one is here, they've all gone home already. What does it matter what I call you?"
"If I'm going to be able to stay here and teach, I have to have the respect of the students and the teachers. Having any student, no matter how long he's known me, call me Paige can make people think I can't control a class of teenagers."
He shrugged and looked away, "I'll try, but I'm not making any promises." He had known Paige his whole life, they had grown up together. For 18 years, his whole life, they had lived next door to eachother. They had a lot of history, and their relationship had changed over the years.
She was older than him by 7 years. When he was young, he worshipped her, following her around like a puppy. Even the littlest bit of attention she gave him made him ecstatic. When she became a teenager, she became his babysitter. As their parents went out to dinners and plays together, he sat at home playing video games with her. They wasted hours together, just the two of them.
Seven years ago had been the most difficult time for him, Paige had headed off to college. He was 11 years old and refused to say goodbye to her as she packed up the car. He watched from the second story window, peeking around the curtain as the car backed out of the driveway. He ran outside and the last glimpse he had of her was as the car turned at the end of the street. He didn't see her again for 2 years.
Paige stayed away during the holidays. She spend them with her new college friends. From what her parents told his, she was skiing in Colorado, went for spring break in Florida and took intern jobs in New York during her summer breaks. Her family travelled to New York to spend time with her rather than her coming home. While she was gone, he never forgot about her.
She finally came home the summer he was 13. He was playing basketball in the driveway when she strolled over from next door. He was so stunned to see her that he didn't even notice when he dropped the ball and it rolled into the street. He scooped her up in a hug and swung her around. He was as tall as he now, though he was still lanky he still had the strength to lift her up easily. He held her tightly, her breasts crushed against his chest until he began to notice an uncomfortable feeling in his pants.
From that day on, his view of her changed again. She became his first love, his ideal woman. She was 20 and in college, he wasn't even in high school yet, but he didn't care. He wanted her, and one day he was determined she was going to be his.
For the next few years he saw her now and then. She had finished college, completing her teaching degree. Paige spent a while doing term teaching positions in schools in New York, but this past year a full time permanent position had come up in her old school, his school.
To say he was surprised when he saw her in his homeroom in September would be an understatement. He stood in silent shock staring at her until one of his classmates threw his arm around his shoulder and dragged him into the classroom.
Paige looked different than what he was used to. Gone was the girl next door who wore tank tops and shorts. Teacher Paige, or Ms Smith as he was now required to call her, preferred professional skirt suits and collared shirts. The change only heightened his desire for her. Every day during fourth period he fought to hide his erection. He never stood up to answer questions when called on, and if forced, he always held a text book in front of himself.
Fortunately, he didn't have to see her all the time. Her parents had moved to a new neighborhood last year. He didn't have to worry about her sneaking over and catching him pleasuring himself while thinking about her. She still didn't think of him as anything other than the kid next door, she couldn't see him for the man he had become. He needed to change that.
When he turned 18, he figured the time had come. He was an adult, recognized by law. She couldn't deny it. For the past month he had bided his time until the perfect chance came up. When his coach got called away for a family emergency and Paige was roped into taking over swim practice duties for the next week, he knew his chance had come.
With everyone already gone from the school, he was alone with her in the small equipment room. He watched her as she bent over to put the lap clock on its shelf, her tight skirt stretching over her backside.
He cleared his throat and looked away from the tempting sight. "So, does it feel strange coming back to your old high school and teaching?"
"A bit. The strangest thing is probably having to teach you. Little Ethan being a senior is hard to take in."