*****DISCLAIMER*****
This story will contain some sexy times so if you aren't into that I wouldn't read it.
My name is Ashley and I'm going to tell you the story of my junior year. I was 17 and I hate to be conceded but I was hot. I was 5'4" with long legs a dirty blonde hair down to my ass. I had bright green eyes and weighed 115 lbs. I had been after this one guy and now I was sure he was at least a little into me. One problem: He was my English Teacher. Mr. P was 23 and this was his first teaching job yet he was still one of the better teachers I've had. I remember the first time I saw him. I came into school a week before classes started. I came to campus to set up my dorm room and start our "junior class bonding." It was just as stupid as it sounds except for one thing, Mr. P was our troupe leader. He had us doing these trust exercises where we would stand on this platform and fall backwards and our classmates would catch us. I was standing on the platform but I just couldn't bring myself to lean back. My fear of confined spaces was getting the best of me. Mr. P came up and took me aside, he told the rest of the group to keep going. When he grabbed my arm to lead me off he was standing close enough for me to smell his old spice and that is when it became my favorite scent. He led me off to this secluded area and said "Claustrophobia huh?" I was shocked.
"How did you know that?" I asked, wonder how he figured it out.
"I have it too. It's pretty easy to spot it on other people when you know what to look for." He said the words with confidence yet they still made me feel like I was safe to tell him what I felt because I wasn't alone in it.
"What do you suggest I do?" I asked expecting the same cookie cutter type of response all teachers are expected to give.
"Take a breath" This is exactly what I expected, here comes the self help it will be okay part "and get your shit together." Whoa! Not expected! Where did that come from? "I don't mean to be rude," he continued after seeing my shocked expression "but that's the only way I got through it and the only advice I have that I think will help you."
"Um, thanks?" I said as I started to walk back towards the group. He stopped me and looked me in the eyes.
"Are you ready for it? You don't have to if you don't want to." I somehow took this as a challenge; A challenge to prove that I could get my shit together and get over my fear. I looked him squarely back in the eyes, now dancing with my lively determination and delivered my response also like a challenge:
"Game on."
I walked back to the group and marched up onto the stage. I stood right at the edge and turned around. I whispered "fuck it" and let myself fall. I felt the tangle of arms on my back and legs and I started to panic a little until I heard something:
"Look who managed to fall."
I looked up and saw Mr. P next to me, his hands holding me up underneath my back, smiling with what I can now only assume was pride. This made my oddly happy and I think that is when I made my decision that I would spend the entire year trying to fulfill: I was going to fuck Mr. P.