Opposites Attract

2. First Day Back

Mary Gaskins' alarm rang startling her awake. It was the first day of the new school year which excited her and gave her butterflies at the same time. She was excited to see students she had come to know again and new ones also. Mary had been teaching for 25 years now, almost half her life.

Mary arose from her bed as the sheets fell off of her revealing her nude body. She often liked to sleep naked, she felt she got a better nights sleep. Entering the shower Mary pondered what the new school year would bring. Maybe just the same old, nothing exciting. It would definitely be different this year, she had separated from her husband over the summer. This would be her first year teaching as a single woman. She never imagined she would be single in her 50's. Always figured once she got married it would stay that way until one or the other died. They had just grown apart, the chemistry wasn't there. Neither was the attraction, at least on her part. If Mary was being honest with herself she really married him because he was the guy people thought she should marry. People like her parents, they liked him so they put the pressure on for them to get married. He fit all of their requirements at the time, he had a good job, he didn't drink or do drugs, and he was black. One good thing did come from their marriage though, their daughter Aaliyah. Aaliyah was a gorgeous young woman, she was 20 years old now and she was her mother's pride and joy.  

The water began to turn cold, she must of been in longer than she thought. Stepping out of the shower, beads of water ran down her voluptuous brown body. Once finished drying  it was time to decide what to wear. After trying on several outfits she decided on a blue button up shirt and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees. She completed the outfit with a pair of heels. Some might say Mrs. Gaskins dressed a bit sexy for being a teacher, with her body hugging outfits but that was her style. Most of her students didn't view her in a sexual way anyway because she had a reputation for being a firm no nonsense teacher, which she was but she also was a softie for some of her favorite students. 

It was time. Time to go educate the young people of america. She was proud to do what she did, she thought as she drove away towards work smiling.

Mary entered her classroom and started preparing for her students. The bell rang and in came some familiar and some new faces. 

"Good morning Mrs. Gaskins." Brody said as he entered the classroom. This was his first time seeing her in months. He couldn't help but to give her body a once over with his eyes as he went to his desk. Damn I think she looks better every year. Brody thought to himself. 

"Good morning!" Mrs. Gaskins responded. She was happy to see Brody, he was a good student. To be honest she wished she had a class full of Brodys. Quiet, intelligent, and a pair of pretty blue eyes didn't hurt either. Yes she must admit her job would be much easier with 25 clones of Brody to teach everyday. As she scanned her class she also spotted Megan, Brody's girlfriend or so Mary thought. Mary wished that Megan wasn't in the same class as Brody because she was the one thing that could distract him from his work as she had witnessed in previous years.

About the same time Brody and Megan made eye contact. Megan gave a flirty smile. Brody's expression didn't change, he just sat there not knowing how he really felt about her. I mean she does look cute today. He thought. No I can't go down this road again. Brody and Megan had been in an on again off again type of relationship all through high school. Which was just really wasting his time when he could be finding a girl that he actually got along with. But Megan had a way of drawing him back in. Just like today she was acting flirty with him and she really filled out her school uniform. His eyes wandered down her body to her legs, part of her firm white thighs were showing as her skirt rode up slightly. He could taste them right now because he had actually tasted them many times along with the rest of her body. They had spent some pretty wild nights together. I need to stop. He thought. Need to focus on my school work. His eyes moved back on to Mrs. Gaskins as she was writing something on the whiteboard. Now there's a woman i'd like to spend a night with! Or many nights. He thought to himself. Megan's body couldn't even compare to their beautiful teacher's body. But that didn't really matter because being with Mrs. Gaskins was just a fantasy that couldn't come true. Sadly.

The bell rang, class was over. 

"Brody can I see you a minute?" asked Mrs. Gaskins as he was about to walk out the door.

 "Yes Ma'am" he replied. 

"First of all I'm happy to have you in my class again! You're one of my best students but I'm sure you know that" She smiled. 

"I thought I was your best!?"

"Maybe?" She replied as she winked at him. "I want to make sure you continue to be my best student Brody."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well.... I also noticed Megan is in this class too and I know she can be quite a distraction for you."

"Oh yeah. You don't have to worry about that anymore. We broke up."

"Now where have I heard that before?" Said Mrs. Gaskins with a suspicious grin.

Brody laughed. "No I'm serious this time! We're done."

She moved closer and gently grabbed his forearm as she whispered "Don't let that cute little white girl ruin your last year of school." 

Brody just stood there for a moment enjoying being close to her as she touched his arm. Her hands were soft, her touch was comforting. She smelled as delicious as she looked.  He wanted to reach out and touch her back so bad but he couldn't. He didn't want to ruin this moment by making her think he was some perv who wasn't even listening to what she was saying.

"Yes ma"am." He finally responded.

"Good! Have a good afternoon Brody and I'll see you tomorrow." She turned and started towards her desk.

"See you tomorrow Mrs. Gaskins!" He replied as he watched her walk away. He could see  the outline of each cheek moving up and down with each step through her tight skirt. He had to force himself to turn around and leave.