David couldn't believe that he was considering Janice's offer. He should be running home as fast as he could, hopefully to find there some clothes that would be more appropriate than the stripper school-girl outfit he was currently wearing. Something was making him pause, however, as he teetered on his high-heeled shoes. He suspected that the something was named Doctor Gilmore.
His eyes wandered over his former teacher's body and doubt crept into his mind. Maybe Doctor Gilmore wasn't to blame. Maybe it was a throwback to his adolescent fantasies. Here was his high-school crush, Janice Robinson, hot as she'd ever been. He'd always pictured her in something far more feminine in his fantasies, but as he stared at her, adorned with her knee-length jean shorts, high-top sneakers, and Metalica t-shirt, he felt his penis twitch beneath his skirt.
He couldn't help it. She looked hot. Her auburn hair, her full lips, her smokey eyes, her dishevelled, teenage clothing, it all added up to a major turn-on. Big enough that it was distracting him from his current outfit and the embarrassment it was causing him.
"I mean, would it be so bad?" Janice asked, "We could get to know each other with a bit more privacy."
David smiled. She wanted to get to know him better. Janice could be so sweet! He knew he should escape while he had the chance, while Doctor Gilmore was leaving him alone, but Janice's draw was intense, magnetic. He straightened his top and took a small step back toward the table where his teach was sitting, eyeing him hungrily.
"Maybe we could go for a few minutes," David replied meekly, "But I should really get home soon."
"Don't worry, baby," Janice chuckled, "I'll get you home in good time."
She climbed to her feet and grabbed David's hand. Then, pulling him after her (he had a hard time keeping up in his heels) they left the cafe together, one thinking of the good time she was about to have, the other hoping that he wasn't making a huge mistake.
