Lesbian one shots

Smooth as Tennessee Whiskey

Marlee's view

Walking threw the old hallways of the school, brought up many memories. Some good, some bad. Memories none the less. Highschool had been my best, other than college that is. It really is weird being back down these hallways.

After graduating college, I jumped right into filming. Starting as an assistant, but at least it's paid. Soon I'll be producing my own shows and films.

Quite frankly I don't even know why I came back here. No obligation, or real reason. Well other than to see some old teachers that grew on me, and to prove the ones I hated wrong and that even as an assistant, I make more money than them.

Now this may sound mean, but their are some really terrible teachers. It can shock you how mean they were to me. Not to mention I was a pretty good kid, mostly.

Anyway, art was my last stop. The teacher here was one of my favorites. Painting for me is a hobby, that pays off too. Selling a few paintings can really help you when you're a college student and pretty broke one too.

Walking into the Art room one last time, "Hey, Ms.Ba-"

Holy cow.
That's is so not Ms.Barnes.

"Ms.Barnes retired anyway or two ago." The teacher said, answer my unasked question.

"Oh..." I said feeling awkward and stunned.

Not only was I embarrassed, but the new teacher was stunning. She was maybe 27, by looks. Probably being early 30's. She was dressed in skinny jeans that fitted her perfectly. With a white blouse that showed off how fit she was and to top it all off light brown sandals. With light brown eyes and long brown wavy hair.

The only thing I could think of was what she looked like under that blouse and what her hair felt like.

If your wondering, yes. I am in fact gay. Oh so very gay. In fact their is nothing straight about me except.... nope, can't even think of anything.

"Did you need her, or can I help you?" She asked see as how I was still a bit stunned.

Ms.Grace's view

"Oh..." the rather stunning woman said.

That's all she said as she stared at me. I wonder who she is. I wonder if she's gay.

Okay so not the time to be thinking this, but she's pretty smoking.

Ripped dark blue jeans, a red tank-top that reads "Smooth as Tennessee whiskey", and over that a letter jacket with Converse's. Her eyes are hazel and her hair is long and straight. It's brown but then slowly blends to a blondish-brown. Not to mentions she has a spider piercing.

Seeing as how she just stared at me, I figured I'd ask her what she needed.

"Did you need her, or can I help you?"

Marlee's view

"Well, not really." I said honestly," it's nothing important or anything. If you know how I can reach that would be nice. Just wanted to thank her." I said remembering why I was here in the first place.

"Sorry if I was a bit stunned. Not only did I not know she retired but, I was also caught off guard but how gorgeous you are." I said, flirting a bit.

I mean why not? Worst that happened is she's straight and says no. I've had worst happen.

"Oh I'm Marlee, by the way" I added. Didn't even introduce myself. How forgetful or me.

"I'm, Ms.Grace, but seeing as how your not a student, you can call me Rachel." She said laughing and smiling a bit at me. "And, your not to bad yourself." She added eyeing me up and down.

Yep, so worth it. Eating healthier paid off a few times now.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Rachel." I said smiling back at her.

"You too, and I have Ms.Barnes email if you want." She said grabbing a pin and paper from her desk.

"Here you go." She said holding the piece of paper out to me.

I took it and looked at it. I could just leave, but I do want to get her number.

Here goes nothing.

Rachel's view

As I handed her the paper, I tried to get the courage to ask for her number.

Being a teacher, you don't meet many people. Add in being gay and it makes it twice as hard.

Plus she was obviously not straight, complementing me and smirking once she noticed I was eyeing her.

She looked over the piece of paper, almost studying it.

"It's missing something." She said looking up and handing it back.

I just looked at her confused "What did I miss?" I questioned Marlee.

"You forgot to put your number." She said smirking at me, with a raised eye brow. "You know, in case the email doesn't work, or in case I need to contact you." She added.

"And why would you need to contact me?" I asked pushing to see what she would say.

"Oh, you know. In case the email is wrong, or more likely so I can take you out on a date." Marlee said getting closer to me.

Marlee's view.

She would either give me her number or reject me. I wasn't worried after she bluntly checked me out.

Rachel didn't say anything. She just wrote her number on the price of paper and handed it too me.

Man, was she hot. Not even oust looks wise. She questioned me back. She tried to test me. That almost never happens. Usually they instantly give me their number. And now she's not even saying anything.

Then again. Actions are louder than words.

Once I took the paper, I turned to walk out. Just as I was about to walk out of the room, "You live up to your shirt you know." Rachel said from behind me.

I turned around and saw her smirking at me.

"I know." Was all I said as I smirked and winked back at her.

Thank you highschool, I thought as I headed for my car.

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A/N
Should I do a part two? Let me know if I should.