My History Teacher 2
It was rough for the week. I ignored Ms. Harper and avoided eye contact at all costs. I’m going to be honest though, I missed her; her taste, her touch, her scent. Pretty much everything. On friday I was dreading on seeing Ms. Harper but it was inevitable. We should talk. We needed to. I told myself I would talk to her. I finally reach my last class of the day, her class. She walks in the classroom, a minute late as usual. Our eyes meet and I see a smile playing on the corners of her lips. I gulp and my eyes move down her body. I missed looking at her body. I hadn’t let myself for the past few days but now it seemed okay. Her gorgeous legs, beautiful breasts and last but …