I hope everyone out there is enjoying my work! I think this one is one of my naughtiest yet and I hope you readers agree! ~~ Lix, Jen
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It was nearing the end of a long day and only 2 weeks before the end of the term. English professor Michelle Levesque couldn't wait to get home, get out of her clothes, put on her
skimpiest
Lycra bikini and grab a swim, a Margarita and some sun. If none of her Condo neighbors were around, she might even be daring and sunbathe topless. Tan lines were a pain in the ass, Michelle knew hoe sexy her body looked without them. The previous summer she had spent all over Europe, including San Tropez, where she went without her top constantly. Her funds, depleted severely from buying the new Condo, didn't allow for such a luxury vacation this year.
Being stressed out so close to the end of the school year, Michelle wasn't thrilled when 19-year old Delilah Martin began getting into it with one of the young men in her class. Delilah was a little strawberry-blonde spitfire who took shit from no one, including Steven Dallas. Had the fight just been verbal, Michelle might have let it go, but Delilah had slugged Steve hard and actually broken his nose. Delilah was sent to the Principal's Office and a note was sent back that Delilah's mother had been contacted and could Michelle please go to their home and meet with the girl's mother? Michelle sighed. It would cut into her relaxation time, but it couldn't be helped if she valued her job and she did.
Michelle looked over at Delilah, who smiled back sweetly. The young woman continued to get away with murder, because she was smart, strawberry-blonde and stunning. Michelle had even heard rumors that she'd fucked Dean Scott. Knowing the old letch, he'd have tried it if he thought he could get away with it. Michelle could see why he'd want to, because at age 19, at 5'10" with perfect 36C - Michelle guessed - tits, Delilah was a dollop of eye candy in the university's sea of mediocrity. There was nothing Delilah did that she didn't do well; most of the other girls in Michelle's class were either stunning but bright as a black crayon or smart but as attractive as a Garbage Dump.
"I'll be escorting you home tonight Delilah, I'm supposed to have a meeting with your mother," Michelle told the girl, who nodded thoughtfully.
"Dean Scott told me, that's fine with me, Miss Levesque," Delilah smiled. You couldn't dislike her, even if she did get herself in trouble at times, because she also looked out for the underdog and was rarely wrong. She just went about things in entirely the wrong way. "My Mom told me that she used to teach her, as a matter of fact, she was your English teacher."
"Your mother is Natasha Richards?" Michelle said in abject shock.
"Well, she was Natasha Martin for a long time, but seeing as how she's divorced Daddy, I guess you're right," Delilah smiled.
Michelle wasn't sure that she wasn't going to faint. Of all the people to show up from her past, Natasha Richards was the one that could turn her life upside-down. She remembered Natasha, long-legged and blonde, perpetually smiling, with perfect diction, perfect hair, perfect makeup and perfect clothes. Natasha, she had to be in her late 30's now. Would she still be ...? Michelle caught herself at the memory of her favorite teacher, she had taught Michelle some 13 years earlier when she was just a young girl of 18 discovering her own sexuality.
From the very first day she walked into Miss Richards' classroom, Michelle was overwhelmed by her. She spoke so beautifully and she had such a passion for English, it inspired Michelle. She developed a huge crush on Miss Richards and hoped her favorite teacher might notice her or single her out, but nothing had ever happened, of course. It would have been far too dangerous. Still, the fantasy had remained locked in Michelle's mind for several years after graduation. She was surprised she hadn't seen the similarities between Delilah and her mother. Both were women who demanded attention wherever they went.
As the school day ended and they walked towards Michelle's Miata, she watched Delilah walk. She even had the same graceful walk as her mother and the same style of dress. She wore her strawberry-blonde hair long and you never saw Delilah in jeans or pants, always skirts, some hedging on the scandalous. The pretty teenager obviously liked the attention she got from being a girl and the tall blonde had model-perfect legs. As she got into the car, her short skirt rode up and Michelle could see that she was wearing stockings with garters. She would have bet all of the lingerie Delilah wore was dainty and feminine and she shivered a bit at the lewd thought. She thought of seeing Natasha Richards again and trembled even more. She hoped she'd be able to conduct herself in a professional manner when face-to-face with the teacher she had been so smitten with.
She needn't have worried about a thing, from the moment she and Natasha saw each other, it was like a meeting of long-lost friends. Natasha made coffee for both of them and sent Delilah off to do her homework. She shook her head, her long blonde hair moving slightly. Her green eyes still dazzled and at 36, she was still perfect. None of the magic had been lost; it was as if time had stood still.
"I don't know what to do with that one," Natasha sighed. "She's a pistol; she's always getting into trouble. I know she means well and she gets good grades, but there's more to life than that. Why she couldn't be more like you were? You were a perfect student."
"I was?"
"You were a joy to teach Michelle, bright and inquisitive and always prepared. You did your homework and you got along well with everyone, it was always a pleasure to teach you," Natasha complimented her.
"Wow. Thank You. If we're being honest, part of my motivation was to get the teacher to notice me," Michelle confessed.
"Oh, the teacher noticed," Natasha said demurely as she sipped her coffee. "In fact, if I might make a small confession, I had a little girl-crush on you."
"Really?! Wow again, because I had a
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