I’d never clocked a
teacher within an inch of the place.
Today I hide behind one of the thicker trunked
trees and light up. With nothing else to think about, she wanders into my head.
Usually she’s wearing a black bra and undies with stockings and those garter
things. But right now everything’s red. I close my eyes, and against the black
backdrop of my eyelids her red outfit is screaming at me. At first she’s just
standing there like a statue but eventually her hands begin to move and her
hips begin to sway to some silent music. She’s smiling, and her hands reach
behind her to unhook her bra. It falls away to who knows where. I’ve fixed my
gaze on her massive boobs. They’re perky and her nipples are pointing outwards.
I will her hands to move and she starts massaging both tits. She is licking her
lips and pouting. Even I know that’s a bit over the top, but hey it’s my
fantasy isn’t it? I can have her do whatever I like. Next she is inching
towards me and about to reach down and grab my bits when I hear the scrunching
of footsteps behind me.
I open my eyes and turn around. Matt is
wandering over to me; the twigs and rocks that line the ground crackling under
his feet. I shake my head and take another drag of my smoke. Now he is looking
me up and down and then he starts pissing himself. He is laughing so hard he
has to bend over and hold his stomach.
‘What are you...’ I begin to ask but then I feel
it. My pants are pulled tight around my fellas, and when I look down I see the
giant bulge in the front of my shorts. Great. I stamp my cig out on the ground
and start groping at my crotch, trying to puff my shorts out to hide the boner.
But I give up. Matt’s already seen everything anyway.
‘Cut it out, would you?’ I say.
Matt is trying to pull himself together. ‘I
didn’t know you had a thing for Marlboro Lights,’ he says, cracking up all over
again.
‘Fuck off,’ I say and crouch down so my hard-on
is obscured from view by my knees. I try to picture disgusting things, like my
mum shaving her legs or my grandma cutting her toenails, and after a minute my
boy starts to settle down. I keep crouching, just to be sure, and look up at
Matt.
He’s looking at me now. He’s past laughing. We
stare at each other in silence, but I can see he’s working up to say something.
I know what he’s about to ask even before the words leave his lips.
‘Mrs Fox?’
I stare at him closely, expecting to see that same
pitying look from before. But his face is blank. He simply holds my gaze and
waits for me to answer. I do an overdramatic shrug of my shoulders and nod my
head.
‘What can I say?’ I ask. ‘She’s in my head and I
can’t get rid of her.’
Matt looks at me for a long time, then nods. He says
nothing. He turns away from me to look back towards the school. I’ve finally
got things under control in my shorts so I stand up. I shake each leg to get my
balls back into a comfortable resting spot and run my fingers through my hair.
‘You’d better get ready,’ Matt says, cocking his
head to the left. ‘Because here she comes.’
I step out from behind the tree and look across
the oval. Sure enough I can see her off in the distance, walking down the
concrete steps that lead onto the first oval. Some of the team members are with
her. I can make out Melanie and Sarah, both chewing her ear off. She’s pulled
her hair back into a ponytail and I watch as it sways from side to side behind
her head. Her hair seems blonder today, or maybe it’s just the way the
afternoon sun is beating down on it. As she draws closer I notice a glistening
on her legs, as though she’s just put lotion on them. Her clad-red body pops
into my head again, but I shake it away.
I don’t move. It’s as though my legs are weighed
down by blocks of lead or something. I know I should step forward, head up to
meet them all, but I can’t help it. She’s got me mesmerised. It’s like I’ve
never seen a woman before.
teacher within an inch of the place.
Today I hide behind one of the thicker trunked
trees and light up. With nothing else to think about, she wanders into my head.
Usually she’s wearing a black bra and undies with stockings and those garter
things. But right now everything’s red. I close my eyes, and against the black
backdrop of my eyelids her red outfit is screaming at me. At first she’s just
standing there like a statue but eventually her hands begin to move and her
hips begin to sway to some silent music. She’s smiling, and her hands reach
behind her to unhook her bra. It falls away to who knows where. I’ve fixed my
gaze on her massive boobs. They’re perky and her nipples are pointing outwards.
I will her hands to move and she starts massaging both tits. She is licking her
lips and pouting. Even I know that’s a bit over the top, but hey it’s my
fantasy isn’t it? I can have her do whatever I like. Next she is inching
towards me and about to reach down and grab my bits when I hear the scrunching
of footsteps behind me.
I open my eyes and turn around. Matt is
wandering over to me; the twigs and rocks that line the ground crackling under
his feet. I shake my head and take another drag of my smoke. Now he is looking
me up and down and then he starts pissing himself. He is laughing so hard he
has to bend over and hold his stomach.
‘What are you...’ I begin to ask but then I feel
it. My pants are pulled tight around my fellas, and when I look down I see the
giant bulge in the front of my shorts. Great. I stamp my cig out on the ground
and start groping at my crotch, trying to puff my shorts out to hide the boner.
But I give up. Matt’s already seen everything anyway.
‘Cut it out, would you?’ I say.
Matt is trying to pull himself together. ‘I
didn’t know you had a thing for Marlboro Lights,’ he says, cracking up all over
again.
‘Fuck off,’ I say and crouch down so my hard-on
is obscured from view by my knees. I try to picture disgusting things, like my
mum shaving her legs or my grandma cutting her toenails, and after a minute my
boy starts to settle down. I keep crouching, just to be sure, and look up at
Matt.
He’s looking at me now. He’s past laughing. We
stare at each other in silence, but I can see he’s working up to say something.
I know what he’s about to ask even before the words leave his lips.
‘Mrs Fox?’
I stare at him closely, expecting to see that same
pitying look from before. But his face is blank. He simply holds my gaze and
waits for me to answer. I do an overdramatic shrug of my shoulders and nod my
head.
‘What can I say?’ I ask. ‘She’s in my head and I
can’t get rid of her.’
Matt looks at me for a long time, then nods. He says
nothing. He turns away from me to look back towards the school. I’ve finally
got things under control in my shorts so I stand up. I shake each leg to get my
balls back into a comfortable resting spot and run my fingers through my hair.
‘You’d better get ready,’ Matt says, cocking his
head to the left. ‘Because here she comes.’
I step out from behind the tree and look across
the oval. Sure enough I can see her off in the distance, walking down the
concrete steps that lead onto the first oval. Some of the team members are with
her. I can make out Melanie and Sarah, both chewing her ear off. She’s pulled
her hair back into a ponytail and I watch as it sways from side to side behind
her head. Her hair seems blonder today, or maybe it’s just the way the
afternoon sun is beating down on it. As she draws closer I notice a glistening
on her legs, as though she’s just put lotion on them. Her clad-red body pops
into my head again, but I shake it away.
I don’t move. It’s as though my legs are weighed
down by blocks of lead or something. I know I should step forward, head up to
meet them all, but I can’t help it. She’s got me mesmerised. It’s like I’ve
never seen a woman before.
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