Breathe

Reminiscing

Insanity, that's the only thing that came to Aimee's mind, because that's exactly what it was, or at least what she thought. It was all attraction, nothing more. This only seemed fitting for a few seconds in her mind,because the fact came once more, he was her teacher. Sure, he was only twenty four, three years older than her, but she wasn't fond of the idea.

She remembered something briefly, at the time she was only sixteen, her Mathematics teacher, he was quite the pedophile, he may not have acted on his attraction, but looking and wanting was just as bad. She remembered a particular time she had had the subject, and one of Mr. Ruben's past student had come to visit, she had only graduated that year, her breasts were noticeable, but not completely, she had come to talk to him about something, Aimee nor the class knew what it was, but what they did know was as the girl talked to her Math teacher his eyes were focused on her breasts and he had the brightest smile on his face, like a child on Christmas morning. She had laughed about it then, and she laughed about it now, but her laughter didn't mean that she wasn't troubled because she was.

Then there was this other teacher, who was not as pervy as Mr. Ruben but had what she and her friends called 'The wicked eye', it wasn't anything pleading, but the look just seemed sexual or related to that, Mr. Layne was young though, he and his wicked eye, he was quite the eye candy. Aimee chuckled at the thought, she'd never say that out loud or recite these thoughts to anyone.

Aimee rolled her head back in her couch, and laughed silently, this was the only sound that came from her apartment. She closed her eyes and remembered something else, or someone, or the situation in a whole, it happened in her Chemistry class, extra Chemistry class, on a Saturday. Stanton Grey was the name of her Chemistry teacher, he was young, nineteen or twenty at the time, he was an okay person. Usually they'd go to class, he'd teach and they would understood, but that particular Saturday was differen't, that was the Saturday she wished she could touch her teacher's derriere, his rare end, his firm buttocks. It came like lightning to Aimee, when she was in class all she could do was look  at his bum, she wasn't the only one , because all the other girls seemed to notice, the way it rolled out from his back, it fit perfectly since he had a very lean physique.

Later that day she and her friends had taken a break, when she had went back into the classroom to get something from her bag, she had stopped at the door, because in the room was Mr. Stanton and one of her friends, Tammy, having a full make out session, they didn't notice her though, but she did notice Tammy's hand on Mr. Stanton's ass, she walked away before they could acknowledge her, she was thankful they never did, but she couldn't help to feel envious of Tammy, not because she had any interest in Mr. Stanton, because she didn't, but because she wanted to touch his sexy buttocks and also she wanted to have that wild thrill that came with doing something abominable, something bad. Maybe bad was not the best word to describe it, but it was what Aimee thought was fitting.

In  realization she felt lonely again, she wished someone could be with her, and make her feel alive. There was a person, but that person seemed to be too much trouble, and weird and mysterious.

A knock sounded from outside Aimee's door, a couple more knocks came after, she quickly got up from her couch and wiped her face, then went to the door to open it, surprisingly, it was Arden.

***

Arden didn't know what he was doing, he was going crazy, mad, insane, it's just a girl he thought, a naive innocent girl, a girl that he liked to tease and to make squirm, a girl that was his student.

He was contemplating whether or not he should go to her apartment, since he hadn't left the last time with the best departure, he couldn't help it, he liked making a surprise exit and he liked seeing Aimee flustered.

Screw it, he thought, he got into his car, eased out of the parking lot and headed for Aimee's apartment building, he remembered where she lived, he had a photographic memory, he parked his car and headed up to her room with fine booze in a paper bag in his hand, it wasn't natural to call it booze, it was more like 'Fine Wine'. He stood in front of her door, Room 69, it was just such a weird coincidence that her room would be that number, and funny all together. He was still trying to figure out whether he should knock or not, he heard laughter, her laughter, and at the moment he wondered if she was home alone or if she had company. He wasn't even sure if she'd be home, but apparently she was, she was also laughing.

Arden stopped over thinking the situation, when he did, the laughter stopped and it was back to silence, he took this as his Que and balled his fist up and knocked on her door. Liking how it felt, he knocked on her door a couple more times, until finally she opened the door. He looked into her brown eyes, and built some courage, putting the best smile on that he could, then he spoke, "Hi".

Aimee looked at Arden, thinking how perfect his timing was, and she gave him the best smile that she could manage, but then a weird expression came unto his face. Realization hit Aimee, he had said hi but she hadn't reply, wasting no more time, she said, "Hi" and let him it.

He stepped inside and sat on her couch making himself comfortable, while at the same time taking out the wine from the paper bag.

Aimee looked at the Wine as he placed it on the table, it looked expensive, expensive wine tasted the best she thought.

"I brought some booze", Arden said looking at Aimee.

Aimee laughed at his statement, it was completely ridiculous, "That is what you're calling booze, that's wine, there's no way that wine can be classified as 'booze' ", she stated pointing to the bottle of wine.

"Sure, maybe its not cheap liquor and all or really strong, but if taken in the right proportion, you'd still get the same outcome, because if you don't know, it does have alcohol inside", Arden stated matter-of-factly.

Aimee looked at him and shook her head, she went into the kitchen to grab two glass, she didn't have any champagne ones though, but apparently she'd have to now since she wouldn't want her guest to drink the supposed 'booze' in her water glass. She put some ice cubes in each of the glasses and placed it on the table the medium size table that was in front of them.

"I'm sorry I don't have champagne glasses, but I never thought I'd be put in this position" Aimee said sarcastically as Arden laughed while opening the wine, it popped and oozed a bit, but then it stopped and Arden poured the wine in both of the glass, when he was done, Aimee picked up the glass, brought it to her nose and smelled the wine, she invited the scent that it brought, she smiled and put the cup to her mouth and tasted the wine. It was a sweet exotic taste of grape, while at the same time burning her throat with the alcohol that came with it, Arden watched her the entire time, fascinated but the entire scenario, she was quite a confusing female.

Aimee felt Ardens eyes on her, she looked at him and one question came into play in her mind, She cleared her throat and asked, " Why are you here"

"Because I want to be", Arden said simply, this confused Aimee a bit, but she just let it go, not in the mood to question it anything at the moment, she just shrugged it off.

"What were you doing before I came inside, I heard laughter but there's no television on so what is the source", Arden asked curiously.

"I was remembering", was all Aimee said, it was the beginning of a long night between she and Arden.

<<END OF CHAPTER>

So that was it, I know its a bit of a filler, but I promise the next one will be better, I just needed to post something before time went away.

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-Ally