He knew this day would come. Cory was about to have his first parent-teacher conference as a teacher. He had no idea what to expect. Would these parents be obnoxious? How would he be able to handle them? And to make matters worse, they were the parents of Randy Ellis, by far his worst student. What if the parents were just as bad as he was? Maybe he should cancel. Maybe he should tell them that he got ill once they arrived. Oh no! The door was opening, that was it, he was going to just tell them he was sick.

"Hello?" just one person walked in, and once Cory saw her, he had no intention of telling her he was sick, "Mr. Matthews?"

He was looking at Megan Julianne, former Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, who looked just as good as she did ten years ago when Cory used to look at her magazine photos and... pleasure himself. She still had a perfect body, long blonde hair, nice full breasts, and long smooth legs. Cory stood up from his desk to say something, only, no words could come out.

"You ARE Mr. Matthews, right?" she asked him.

"Huh?" he said, "Oh, Mr. Matthews, yeah, me, ha ha, that's me. Cornelius Matthews," Why on Earth did he introduce himself as Cornelius? Not even his wife knew that was his name. Wait! Of course! His wife! He had a wife and was very happily married with a baby on the way. He didn't need to be nervous around this... drop dead gorgeous woman of his dreams.

Megan laughed, "Are you ok?"

"Me," he said, "oh, yeah, definitely. I just, you know, I'm a little tired, I was just working out."

"But haven't you been here at school?" she asked, confused. Dam! Of course he had! What was he saying? He hadn't worked out in years. And once again, he had no need to try and impress this woman, he was married. Even if this woman looked like a heavenly goddess.

"Yeah," he said, "working out the minds of young children, of course. It gets a little tiring."

"Oh that's so sweet!" she said as she brushed her hand on his arm. Cory felt guilty for feeling as good as he did when she touched him.

"Why," he couldn't even form words, "why don't you, um, take a seat?"

She smiled and sat down, slowly crossing her amazing legs. Cory tried not to stare at them too long.

"So," he started, "Miss, um, Julianne."

"Actually, it's Ellis," she laughed, "I haven't gone by Megan Julianne since I retired from modeling."

"Oh, modeling? You were a model?"

She laughed, "Yes, and I'm assuming you knew that otherwise you wouldn't have known that I ever went by Megan Julianne." She laughed again as Cory blushed in embarrassment. "Don't be embarrassed, you're too funny."

"Embarrassed? No, why I.." before he could finish, he knocked over his pencil holder by accident.

Megan laughed again, "Should we get started?"

"Yes, please," Cory sat down, "Will your husband be joining us?"

"Oh," she started, "he's not around anymore. He left a few years back."

Why was Cory happy to hear she was single? It didn't matter if she was single, because he wasn't. Oh but what if he was? The thought of having a chance with this amazing, sexy woman.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he replied.

"Oh, don't be. He was a loser."

"Well, he couldn't have been that bad if he was able to get you," why on Earth did he say that?

"Oh my god," she said, "that was so sweet. You are too cute."

Cory giggled, "Me? No!"

"Don't be modest, you really are," she unfolded her legs, "That wife of yours is a lucky woman."

Cory tried to respond but began staring as she slowly scratched her leg. By god she had amazing legs, "Wife?" he finally got out.

"You're wearing a ring," she answered.

"Oh," he said as he looked down, "Yeah, that's me! Married Cory Matthews! I am indeed married! Happily married! I love my wife!"

She laughed, "That's good. I'm sure she's very beautiful."

Cory felt like he had made her feel bad about her failed marriage. He needed to try and make her feel better "Oh, not as beautiful as you," oh my god! Why did he say that? "I mean, no, she's way more beautiful than you! No! I mean, you're beautiful! I..."

Megan began laughing hard, "It's ok, just relax," she said, "I understand, you're nervous, you don't need to be."

Cory took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, it's just, it's not everyday you meet someone who has been on the cover of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition."

She smiled, "You actually are handling yourself a lot better than most guys. There was one time a guy tried to take off his wedding ring and hide it in his pocket and then try to hit on me. I'm glad to see you love your wife so much. I wish I had married a guy like you."

Cory's mind began drifting off. What if he had married Megan Julianne...

Fantasy Sequence

Cory woke up in his beautiful, beach side mansion. He walked out to the pool where he saw his gorgeous wife lying down in her tiny white bikini. She smiled when she saw him.

"Good morning handsome," she said getting up from her lounge chair. She walked over to him, put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, "What do you say we stay in bed all day and have lots and lots of sex? We can do that since you never have to work again since you won the lottery."

"Very true, my beautiful wife," he responded, taking her into the bedroom.

They both entered the bed and began making out.

"Oh! Mr. Matthews!" she moaned, "Mr. Matthews!"

Back to Reality

"Mr. Matthews!" Megan was shouting, trying to get his attention.

"Oh," he said, embarrassed, "Sorry about that."

"I thought I lost you for a second," she laughed, "Are you alright?"

"Perfectly fine," he said.

"So, how about we start talking about Randy progress?" she suggested, giggling.

"Sure," Cory replied, "Sure, let's do that."

Cory never thought he'd be in the same room as his childhood fantasy woman. It's a good thing he was happily married and could not act on his fantasies. Yep, a sure good thing.