Cheryl looked around at her classmates. Some were reading, some were staring into space. The room was silent except for the occasional flip of a page or the shuffling of feet. She glanced over her shoulder toward the back of the room where her best friend Beth sat, two desks back and one row over.
It was mid July and the oppressive heat had begun a week ago, with each day since in the high nineties. As she walked past a low bungalow with a neatly trimmed front lawn, she heard shrieks and splashing as kids played in an unseen backyard pool. The thought of the cool water on her skin only made the day seem hotter. She was eighteen, slender and pretty with straight light brown hair that fell to the small of her back. Today it was tied up in a ponytail against the heat, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and accentuating her high cheekbones.
BJ Cortland Tony, a thirty year old bachelor, has watched Chloe from across the hall develop from a gangly eleven year old when she and her mother moved in four years ago to a very attractive teen on the verge of womanhood. What he doesn't know is that her curiousity about sex has reached it's limits, and she has her sights set on him to be her teacher. Chapter 1 Tony placed his key in the slot and unlocked the main door of the apartment building he had called home for the past five years. He checked his mailbox and pulled out the usual assortment of bills and junk mail. Doing a quick sort, he deposited the junk mail into a recycling bin next to the mailboxes and shuffled through the remaining mail on his way over to the elevator.
Me and my love for the entire year had just broken up and I was sort of depressed. There was this freshman who sat in front of me who played the flute no shit! We went out on and off during the year and the summer came around.