I sat round the table at around 9am with my small group of friends, we were chatting about our weekend plans and what we were wanting to do over the Christmas break. I looked up and brushed my long hair behind my shoulder, noticing a man in sports kit walking through the canteen. I nudged my friend next to me, Bella and said,

“Who is that?” I sat gawping at him, I watched him walk slowly taking in the bustling chaos around him, until his eyes set on mine. I took his appearance in, brown scruffy hair, glasses, muscular.

“He’s the new gym teacher”, Bella said closing my mouth and turning me back around.

“He looks cute, I wonder if he’s teaching me this week!” I said happily, pulling out my schedule for the day. Looking carefully through the lessons my eyes settled on the one that says ‘Gym Class - Mr. D Ryans’ I didn’t recognise the name and I assumed it was him. The bell rang and we got up and headed up to our first lesson. The lesson was a chore, dulling. I hated physics with a passion, looking up at the clock we had two minutes until passing, meaning we had gym next.

The bell rang and I walked through the busy halls towards my locker, taking out my shorts, trainers and shirt. I was only a few minutes late walking to the changing rooms but the teacher was stood out there, looking me up and down.

“Late?” He asked as his eyes moved up my body.

“Uh- yes sir. The hallway was blocked, some kid fell over.” I responded shyly.

“Right, well in you go.” He said as he opened the door for me.

After getting changed amongst a fit of giggling girls we headed into the gym and waited for the other gym teacher to tell us what we were doing. He walked in, smiling and said “Morning! Today we are joined by a new teacher, Mr Ryans. So everyone please be nice to him and make him feel welcome.” He smiled and landed his gaze on me, I looked back at him biting my lip and tying my hair into a ponytail. We were told to get into groups and start putting up the badminton equipment, but my group was missing a few racquets. So I went to the store room, to grab some.

As I pushed open the door I spotted Mr Ryans in the corner sorting through some old football bibs.

“Ah look who it is” he said as he walked towards me, I smiled and bit my lip slowly.

“You know ever since I saw you this morning, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” He said.

I looked up at him and thought for a second,

“Oh really now?” I said turning around and bending over to pick up some racquets, slowly pushing my ass up against him.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, taking me to a small counter in the cupboard, placing me down. His hands moved up along my thighs as I put my arms gently around his neck. He slowly pulled my shorts down and looked at my thong.

“I- wow” He said in awe. His hands moved over the my hips and grabbed my bum, pulling me closer to him. My arms still round his neck, he moved one hand up to my back and connected our lips. As we made out his other hand dragged back round and started delicately touching around the edges of my thong. Until I pulled away and looked at him. He whispered, “Room 3.A1 after school” and winked at me as I was pulling my shorts back up.