Elsa Smith got out of bed on the first day of her new job with a sense of ease.
She was a woman of 23, with long, beautiful silver-white hair, which she had braided halfway down her back, a tall, slim body with pale skin, and a sharp-ish, defined face. Checking herself in the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her outfit, she smiled to herself, enjoying the way the light played across her eye shadow. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her as she tried to figure out why she was in such a good mood today. She was usually loathed to leave her home.
She had recently been hired by a prestigious college, set in a forested country side of the pacific northwest, and had spent the last 2 weeks moving into her apartment. a short but scenic drive away from the school, Arendelle University, she lived on the second floor of a small 'town', comprised mostly of vacation and retirement homes. a few miles away was another, larger town, which was situated next to the ocean.
The school, despite it's incredible reputation, rarely had more than 5000 or so students at any given time. It was specifically tailored to students with special or remarkable talents, covering a wide array of topics and subjects, from sports, including swimming, soccer, track and cross-country, and marksmanship, to advanced academics, such as Enhanced Physics, Mathematical Theory and Equivalence, and other complex subjects.
Elsa was hired as Stage Performance and Vocal Arts Instructor, or, to put it simply, song and dance. The department was shared with the theater instructors, as the school only had one stage in a simple theater room, although she would have preferred a classroom of her own. She also taught some of the more basic Math and History classes in the academics wings.
She did one last check in the mirror as she prepared to leave. She wore a simple chest hugging black dress with a loose, dark-ish purple skirting. She didn't particularly care for the colors, but it was the only thing she had been able to find that met the teacher uniform standards while she was unpacking, since most of her clothes were still in storage. What she had largely consisted of simple dresses, a few pairs of jeans, and a some tops.
The door clicked shut behind her when she slipped out. Thanks to her generous salary, she had been able to afford a more lavish apartment than she was used to, and the automated locking system added a little snap to the door. She hesitated, one hand still holding the knob, then turned and walked away, the ghost of a smile touching her lips.
Her car was sitting in the small lot to the side of the building, an indulgence she had always considered beyond her in her younger years. As a child, riding with her father in his beat up four door, she had developed a love for the speed and power of sports cars, but a dislike of most of the 'super cars' that dominated high-end markets. Her father had, near the end of his life, gotten his hands on his dream car, and had passed it on to her when he died.
She carefully got into the front seat of her 1971 De Tomaso Pantera, one of the first ones ever made. The exterior was a sleek ice blue that matched her eyes perfectly, while the interior was white with leather seats and lightly tinted windows. With a turn of the key, the carefully maintained engine roared to life. Though Elsa was no grease monkey, she had some experience with her car, and for anything she couldn't fix herself, she had a classic car dealership that gave her cheap repairs, so long as she bought the parts herself.
As the vibrating from the engine flooded through the rest of the car, Elsa breathed, relishing the sound and feeling, as she always did. Her smile solidified, and she slipped the car into reverse, backing out of her spot and exiting the otherwise quiet lot.
20 minutes later, she pulled into the school parking lot. The school itself was a three story building made of reddish brown brick, shaped like an H, with one half designated as academic, and the other for performance, sports, engineering, and a handful of the more experimental science labs.
Two other, smaller buildings flanked the westward tips of each wing, the left one holding the modest dorms (co-ed), the right holding the sporting arenas and locker rooms. A track and soccer field back lit the grounds, along with student parking. Large windows looked in on empty hallways. Most students would still be in the dorms, or just leaving their homes at this time of morning. Elsa stayed in her car for a bit, loathing to give up the comfortable, familiar interior.
When the car began to grow cold, she sighed, and slipped out. The sun shone gently across the school grounds, and ankle-high mist hung over the clean, clipped grass. She stood, looking over the sight for a moment, breathing in the clean, forest air. The cold rarely bothered her, but she did have work to do. She gave a second, frustrated sigh, and headed into the main building.
The inside of the school was just as nice as the outside, although it had less charm since all the halls and rooms on her side of the school were dim or dark, untouched by the rising sun. Tile floors laid on the and paths throughout the school, a generic gray and white color, while the walls were crimson red, which, when hit with the right light, gave gave the halls a cherry red glow.
Elsa stopped in front of the door to her Advanced Algebra class, mildly surprised. The door was partly open, and the lights were on. Assuming one of the janitors had been through, she pushed into the room, then stopped.
A student was asleep on one of the desks in the front row, a young women, probably 19 or 20. She had reddish brown hair done in twin tails. A single lock of white hair (the same color as mine, Elsa thought) wound down the right one. She couldn't get a good look at the student's face, since it was buried in her crossed arms.
Elsa, after getting over her genuine shock at the fact that she wasn't the first one here, decided to wake the student. It would be awkward (for her, at least) if the 2 of them were alone, especially since Elsa wouldn't be able to stop staring at her. Elsa always had trouble being alone with people. She could never help but to focus on them, usually to the other person's discomfort.
She layed a hand on the student's shoulder, giving her a gentle shake. With slow, methodical, deliberate movements, the arms came uncrossed, and the student looked up into Elsa's face. Her breathe caught. The girl had gorgeous spring green eyes, a small, barely noticeable smattering of freckles across her face. Her eyes were still half closed. Elsa found herself getting lost in the girl's face. Something about it had the same comforting, familiar feel she felt whenever she had looked into her father's face, and after he had died, whenever she drove his car.
Slowly, the student stood up, bent slightly over the desk, till they were face to face. Elsa couldn't move, couldn't process what was happening. The girl leaned in closer, slowly closer, until Elsa could make out the gentle touch or her breathing. They hovered apart for what seamed like hours, even if it was only a few seconds, then the student leaned the rest of the way in, gently pressing her lips against Elsa's.
Elsa froze, almost literally, her eyes wide with shock. The girl's lips lingered for a second. Then another. A few more. They were soft, warm... There was no urgency to the gesture, no real heat or passion, but it was still intoxicating. Elsa longed to return the kiss, but...
The girl pulled away, then looked around with a bemused expression, seemingly perturbed.
"Uh-oh, fell asleep again." she muttered to herself. She appeared to have forgotten all about Elsa, and what had happened just seconds before, which left Elsa in a muddled state of desperate confusion, still trying to piece together what had happened. The girl grabbed a small brown backpack from next to her seat, and headed for the door.
Elsa jerked, her head snapping in the girls direction. "Wait!" she called out, then cringed. For just a moment, she couldn't bare to let her go.
The girl returned her gaze, her eyes piercing, fantastic colored orbs that wouldn't let Elsa go. She gave a nod of her head, then said "I'm Anna, Miss. If you're Miss Smith, you'll see me again, and if you're not, well then we'll just have to see."
Before Elsa could react, the girl turned and walked out the door. She stared after her, until well after she had left her sight, then stumbled over to her desk, falling into her chair. Quite suddenly, she was short of breath, and a little dizzy.
"What in God's name just happened?"
She barely noticed that she said it out loud. Elsa was no stranger to the affection of her students, including many crushes from her 3 years teaching high school. Mostly hormonal teenage boys who were more interested in her breasts than her class, although on occasion she had received love letters from girls. Few of them ever left her a name, or met her face to face afterwards.
This, however, was something she had never had to deal with. For one, the kiss had come out of nowhere. Certainly not something she could have expected when she had come to school that morning. And for another thing, the feeling she had had from this morning had solidified. She replayed the last 20 minutes in her head. Arriving at the school, entering her classroom, waking the girl, the kiss... And then her utter inability to see her go.
After a single meeting, Elsa was entirely enraptured by this young women. She had said her name was Anna. The teacher almost frantically began searching through her attendance book, but quickly gave up. She had at least one Anna in every class for the day, for a total of 5 different Anna's. She hung her head in despair, then straightened.
'What the hell am I doing? I'm a teacher, I need to be professional about this.'
She sat up straight, trying to look more professional, but quickly crumbled. She reclined in her seat, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to gather herself. Her thoughts were racing, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
Finally, the sounds of students arriving made her correct herself. Many of her students were adults, and she needed to at least appear professional.
She scanned the crowd as students took seats, but saw no sign of the girl. After the alarm on her desk went off (the school had no bells), she introduced herself.
"Hello class, my name is Elsa Smith. I'll be your Advanced Algebra instructor. Please remember that this is a required class for all students present. Lets begin with a quick roll call..."
Elsa walked slowly to her next classroom. Throughout the first three classes, she had seen no sign of her fixation. She was beginning to believe she had been nothing more than a stress induced vision. She almost hoped that was the case. 'It wouldn't be right for a student to so easily enamor her teacher.'
She entered the studio/stage room where her dance class was to meet, and realized she was late. Most of her class was already gathered, having changed into their workout clothes, and were spread out stretching.
"Sorry I'm late cla-"
She froze. Bright blue eyes were staring intently at her from across the room, but there was no mistaking her. The same hair, the same freckled face, minus the sleepy look from that morning. Her own eyes were locked almost furtively on the other. There could be no doubt, it was the same girl. Elsa's lips began to burn at the memory.
The girl gave a wink and turned away, stretching, almost provocatively, along a side bar.
Suddenly Elsa remembered she had an audience, all of which was staring at her since she had cut out in mid-sentence. She blushed at the curious looks the other students were giving her, and continued.
"M-my name is Elsa Smith, and I'll be your instructor for this semester..."
After fumbling through her initial introduction, she had the students spread out, saying, "today, we'll be doing a variety of stretches so I can gauge your abilities."
As class neared it's end, Elsa had worked up a good sweat. Her routine was a little more intense than she had originally planned, but she was trying to keep her mind off of Anna, which turned out to be impossible since Anna was wearing a skin tight black unitard, showing off her form wonderfully. she was also one of the only students that kept up with her moves, which she made increasingly difficult in an attempt to outmaneuver the girl. One of the last stretches she used she immediately regretted, as it showed off her student's flexibility a little too well.
"Enough. I think that's plenty for today. There are showers in the locker rooms. Dismissed."
The students dispersed, either in small groups or in ones and twos. Most were breathing hard. Elsa moved to a closed off office, which she shared with the other teachers, trying to decide wither she could handle a shower. Anna had proved incredibly flexible, and looked as though she was purposely showing herself off.
"That was a good show, Miss Smith."
Elsa gasped, spinning around to find herself alone with the seductress herself. She was leaning against a wall, arms crossed under her breasts, accenting them wonderfully. "Relax, I won't bite... unless you want me to." A wink in response to her blush.
"T-thats not, I mean..." trying to find words became increasingly difficult as a smirk made it's way onto Anna's face. "What do you want?" she finally got out, her face bright red.
"What do I want? Now that is a hard question." She began to walk around, circling Elsa like a shark. "What do I want? Hmmm. I want a lot, even if I don't need it. My whole life's been handed to me on silver trays and in golden glasses. So one day, I decided I'd get something for myself for once. That was a long time ago. I couldn't find anything I wanted."
Elsa was confused. She wasn't sure where this was going.
"Until today.' she stopped circling and walked with deliberate slowness towards Elsa, 'I'm not sure why, but it looks like you're what I want. There's something about you," she reached out and touched Elsa's face, and she tensed, fighting the urge to either lean in or pull away. Anna's smile became gentler. "I'm not easily swayed from my choices. So now I just need your choice. You can either accept me now or later."
Elsa was stunned. This gir-, this young woman, had just openly declared possession of her, a teacher, HER teacher, and a grown woman. It was insane, ludicrous. It was against just about every rule in your average school. It was also from one girl to another. That right there should have made it incredibly uncomfortable at least.
And yet, Elsa wasn't upset about it. In fact, a tiny bit of relief flooded her as she heard those words. Yet she couldn't say anything out loud, thoughts buzzing like hornets in her head. This was too much for her. So instead, she said "I hope you like a chase." With that, she turned and left, the sound of Anna giggling driving her insane.
Elsa decided to skip the shower for the moment, heading to her office and flipping through her attendance book. Her name was Anna Jones, and she was also in Elsa's choir classes every Tuesday and Thursday. And most of her other classes, with the notable exceptions being Math classes. She slouched backwards in her chair, letting out a heavy sigh as she tried to wrap her mind around what had happened today.
That morning, her biggest worry was getting to class on time, and what she would be able to wear. Suddenly, her entire day had been turned around, and she had no clue what to do about it. In all technicalities, a relationship with an of-age student was not strictly forbidden, however, it often brought about questions of favoritism and such.
'Wait, wait, wait. Are you seriously considering this?' she thought to herself, leaning forward in her chair, cradling her head in her hands. She barely knew the woman, and yet her mind had already floated towards a permanent relationship with this utter stranger. Her dance class was her last of the day, so she grabbed her paperwork and headed out to her car, trying to escape.