I sure hoped Jon was having better luck than I was. The day was almost over and I was starting to think that I was the only damn lesbian in the building. As I stared up at the clock, watching as the last few minutes of the school day ticked away, I began to wonder if something had gone wrong with the wish. Jon had found a match, and he'd looked so happy walking out of the lunch room hand in hand with his new beau, so what had happened to my wish inspired hookup. I did my best, ignoring the dirty look Sarah was throwing me from across the classroom, to remember the wording of the wish I'd made. Maybe I'd left something out, some critical wording that had caused it to go haywire. I was pretty sure I hadn't, pretty sure I'd been precise because I didn't want to risk another mix up like my breast fiasco, but something must have happened. When the bell rang and everybody started to get up I felt dejected.
"What the fuck," I whispered. I didn't normally swear, but I was kind of pissed. Had good old Jon boy done something with the rock after I'd left? Was this his way of getting back at me for making him gay? We'd been friends for a long time, and I didn't want to believe that he'd do something like that to me, but I couldn't think of another explanation. Slowly, eager to meet up with him and find out what had happened with the guy he'd snuck off with and, more importantly, what had derailed my wish, I stood up and gathered my books. My eyes caught a glimpse of Sarah leaning over her desk, slipping her books into her bag and I found myself staring for a moment, lost in another adolescent fantasy. It ended when she turned around and shot me a look that would have frozen fire. I shrugged and started toward the door.
"Miss Black," I heard a voice say, "Could you stay back for a moment please?"
I turned toward the voice and noticed Mrs. Robertson sitting behind her desk. She was smiling casually at me. I nodded and approached the desk. This couldn't be it, could it? I mean, she was definitely hot, but she was my teacher and I hadn't really been all that specific with my wish had I? I didn't actually say it had to be a fellow student. I'd just wished that a female would come on to me sometime during the school day. This was wrong though, wasn't it? She was in her mid-twenties and I was barely seventeen. At least I'd worked in the line about not feeling magically compelled to go along with it, because I just couldn't.
Could I?
She didn't say anything else until everybody else had cleared out and my mind spent that time racing. I'd never wanted a cigarette so badly in my life. Finally, leaning back in her chair and sticking her modest chest out, which I couldn't help but notice in great detail as it strained against the white button up blouse she was wearing, Mrs. Robertson spoke.
"Have a seat Miss Black," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.
"What can I do for you Mrs. Robertson," I asked carefully, trying not to show her how nervous I was. I slowly sat down in the chair, crossing my legs for comfort and did my best to look her in the eye. Even so I couldn't help but occasionally notice her breasts on the edge of my vision.
"Please," she said, leaning forward, "Call me Jennifer, Karyn."
I nodded. Suddenly it felt like somebody had turned the heat up in the room. "Quite frankly Karyn, I've been rather impressed with the your work. The report that you turned in on the human nervous system was extremely concise and very well written," she smiled kindly and tilted her head. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was checking me out.
"Thank you," I said, "I've always enjoyed biology." Did I honestly just say that?
Jennifer cocked an eyebrow and slipped her glasses off. She leaned back again and brushed some of her long brown hair back over her shoulder. "Well, you definitely have a talent for it." Had I imagined the playful inflection on the word talent, or had it really been there. I felt like I was going to start sweating, like I needed to get out of my clothes. I really wanted to smoke right now. "I was wondering if you'd like to help me with a special project. It would be after school of course, but you could earn some extra credit." She briefly raised both eyebrows.
"I'd love to," I said a little too quickly. What happened to this being wrong? She has almost ten years on you and she's your teacher. Aside from that don't forget the Mrs. in front of her name. She has a husband, doesn't she? I did my best to ignore those thoughts because, as trite and stupid as it might sound, I was totally hot for teacher. I wanted Jennifer Robertson so badly I could feel it between my legs. Everything else be damned, I was going to play this out. Jon was getting to have his fun, why shouldn't I? Besides, if anything bad happened because of my urges, we could use the rock to minimize the damage.
She smiled. "Good." She took a moment to write something down and then slipped me a piece of paper. "That's my address," she said. "We'll be working on this at my place. If you can make it, I'd like to get started tonight, say around seven?"
I nodded. "I'll be there," I said carefully, folding the sheet of paper and slipping it into my pocket. I stood up and flashed her a smile. My mind was awash with possibilities and fantasies and I wanted to experience them all.
"Good," she said, "I'm looking forward to it."
With that, I turned. I was eager to get outside and smoke, and I wanted to find Jon as well. A few days ago the idea of fooling around with Mrs. Robertson would have repulsed me, now I couldn't wait
