I was both happy and sad that Christmas vacation was over. I mean, I liked being off from school, but I missed my classmates. So we were all in a giddy mood when we got into our seats. Our last semester of middle school, and next year 10th grade! So we were also excited!

But what really tempered the mood was the loss of our English teacher, Mrs. Moodey. She always said she was going to retire soon, and she finally pulled the trigger before Christmas. So we had no idea who our new teacher would be. We'd have to wait until fourth period to find out.

...

"I am Mr. Morton," this absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man said. "I am your new English teacher for the rest of the term."

Oh my fucking god, that British accent made something click in my groin. I'm serious. There was a feeling like no other just then. I tried to keep still and just look.

His blond hair was wavy and kind of long. He stood tall and steady, and even though he was in a suit I could tell he had a fantastic body. But his voice was something I could listen to all night long.

I felt like such an awful person. My soul felt so black, and I thought I was mentally ill. But I could not stop thinking about him and how I wanted to just give him a big hug and console him. I wanted him crying on my shoulder so I could take care of him in the way he should be cared for.

Yes, I felt terrible that he had just lost his wife whom he obviously loved greatly. So was I so wrong in wanting to fill that void in his life right then and there?

"Drew, you really need to, I'm serious," Percy chided me after Quinton suggested that I should manscape. I felt kind of foolish that I didn't even know what manscaping was. I was gently teased for being from the country before, but I had no idea what they were talking about.

"Waxing, man," Terry said. "You gotta get your man parts waxed."

"What does that do?" I asked.

They all laughed.

"Condition? You mean your heart?" I asked. I knew Preston had a congenital heart condition that limited his activity greatly. I had assumed that was the reason he didn't drink. He was a great volunteer when it came to paperwork, but for any activity it was usually Ann who picked up the slack.

...

Preston actually chuckled, which lead me to believe he was joking. "You're a single guy. Ann is a pretty woman. We still love each other very much, but she needs physical attention that I can't give her. I think that you can. Look, I'm not trying to get personal, but when was the last time you had sex?"

It was then that nature called, and I entered one of the cattle stalls to relieve myself. Even this simple act recalled the freedom that I used to experience in my youth. Maybe this 300 acres is my "breathing room." Most men long for a man cave. I needed man woods.

Exiting the stall I saw the figure before my body had a chance to react. My mind raced to contain the shock at seeing another person sitting in the barn.

...

Sam was dressed in another plaid shirt, but this was tied in a knot baring her midriff and showing even deeper cleavage than yesterday. She was also wearing very short shorts, and I realized that this was the first time I had ever seen her legs. She always wore jeans before. Even in socks and sneakers her legs were gorgeous, and I briefly laughed at myself for ever mistaking her for a boy.

"Did you see that?" my wife asked incredulously.

"What?" I lied. Of course I sat "that." The cute barista sang my name and handed my coffee to me. Then she crossed her arms on the counter, leaned on them and pushed her cleavage out to borderline obscene limits with a smile on her face that left little doubt that her intentions were somewhere outside of monogamy.

...

"I love my wife," I told myself on the way to work the next morning as I made the turn from the standard route and headed toward the coffee shop. But the attention was addicting, and the view was fantastic. Besides, this little side trip this morning would probably do nothing more than disappoint me when I would see her busy with other customers and treating them the same way.

"Earlene?" Aunt Tooky asked. "I don't know about Earlene."

"Yeah, we're kinda seeing each other," I began to explain.

"Well, if I were her I'd want a lot more than seeing," she said in a husky voice as she looked me up and down. I have to admit I felt a little bit uncomfortable and a little proud at the same time. I mean having a woman look you over is one thing, but your aunt? Weird.

"Shit, Dewey, I'd bang your Mom if she let me," I finally said.

"You're sick, man, that's my Mom," he said.

"I'm sick? You're the one jacking me off, Dude. Shit, I'd ram this big fucker up her behind and grab on to her boobs till I shot it all up inside of her," I dreamed.

When I saw the light returning down the street, I snaked a hand down between my legs and lightly touched myself as the cyclist crossed my stage. Those muscles, that tight ass - the man became my fantasy. I imagined us together, with me feeling those muscles and him doing whatever he wanted to me. I dug my hand deeper, and then I quickly withdrew as the shiver brought me back to reality.

...

To tell the truth, I was feeling a little stupid staying in my nightie. It sounded like a good plan when I lay in bed - let the bicycle man see me in my nightie to give him a thrill. Then what would happen? Well, I honestly didn't think that far.

His grip on my ankle wasn't that strong, and I didn't feel powerless but I was still hesitant to get up and leave.

The other two boys quickly came and looked and began to laugh uncontrollably. They were doubling over, white teeth flashing and slapping each other. By this time I was sporting a full erection that I waved about as if it were a novelty to share. The boys laughed even harder, and I began to chuckle with them.

"Uh, Todd?" Kris expressed more as an observation than a question.

"Yeah?" Todd replied taking it as a question.

"Are you excited?" Kris giggled but then her face became somber.

"Huh?" Todd looked down, "Oh, Baby, I'm so so sorry, Darling. I didn't know..." He quickly adjusted his shorts trying to regain his modesty in front of his step-daughter. He knew the proximity of the small room and being alone with each other would have some sort of effect, but he thought he would be able to manage without becoming found out.

"Oh hi, I'm Gina. Gina Hale, Kyle's wife?" she motioned toward the hallway.

"Mr. Hale?" I heard my voice bleat probably an octave too high.

Kyle Hale was the new vice-president of accounts who was introduced to the staff last week. ...

"Well," she continued, "I knew you would be the one the minute I saw you. Absolutely classic."

What in the hell was she blabbering about, I wondered.

"You're blonde, you're young and you have the perfect figure…" she blathered on.

I was becoming embarrassed and very self-conscious. I had no idea where she was going, but soon we collided at the intersection of thoughts.

"You're going to have an affair with him, you know?" she notified me matter-of-factly.

"YOU BITCH!" I screamed in my mind. How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I have worked hard to get to my position, and I have no intention of sleeping my way to the top now.

I used to get so angry when I was a little girl. When I was five or six years old I found out that boys and girls are different, and boys were better. They had a wee-wee to play with and I didn't have anything.

I used to beg my mom to get me a wee-wee, and I would literally cry myself to sleep when she would say she couldn't. Yeah, I know it sounds real silly now, but they just looked so cool.

I remember the day so clear. Henry Milligan and I were playing in my back yard when he told me he needed to pee. I was about to tell him where the bathroom was when he walked over to the fence and pulled his pants down to his ankles. I had no idea what was going on.

The buzz made me cringe. I was getting tired of deleting the text messages, but I had to do it quickly in case anyone discovered what was sent to my phone.

Another reason I tried to do it quickly was because I didn't want to see the photo that was just texted to me. At first I thought I was being spammed by a porn site, but I soon realized that the images were coming from students! My mistake was not reporting it earlier or getting a new phone number, which I had not ruled out. But I knew even if I did switch numbers it wouldn't stop.

I had been lost in thought bemoaning my current lot in life. Away at school with a scholarship to pay for tuition and a room, but left to my own devices to pay for books and food. I was thinking of how long I could go without a meal to pay for my books. And that's how I found myself in Student Services looking for an on-campus job since I didn't have my own transportation to get around town.

"Paula said it's a phase she's going through. She's just coming out of her shell. 'Blossoming' I think was her exact word," my wife explained.

"She's a blossom looking for pollen," I thought to myself, hoping I didn't say it out loud. The fact was, she was indeed blossoming, probably around 15 or 16, and had turned from a stick figure to a real figure with curves all over the place. Her straight mousy hair was now full of perfect auburn curls. Her little eyes were surrounded by too much makeup. She made me uncomfortable.

...

She moved my legs apart to sit on the stretched out portion of the steamer chair. I placed my feet on either side of the chair knowing this was not a good position for me since I would be unable to do anything to conceal what was certainly going to happen next if I kept watching this little vixen.

Gabe chuckled at me knowing I use to have a huge crush on Keith. Me, a married mother of two, sounding just like a school girl crushing on a rock star. Like Keith would even think of me in any way but as a coworker. Sure, he liked to flirt and tease, but so did I and just about anyone else he worked with. That's why I said I used to have a crush. OK, there still may be something there. Who am I kidding, of course there was!

...

"I'm going to fuck his brains out this time," she said so matter-of-factly that I didn't catch it at first.

"His last night here I'm going to invite him to get a drink then follow him back to his hotel," she began. "Then I'm going to jump his bones. He won't be able to resist."

I threw up in my mouth a little. I hated when she talked like that. Wanda had to be some kind of nymphomaniac. She was always taking about her sex games, and how she cuckolds her husband on a regular basis and sometimes lets him in on the fun.

It didn't matter to me because for the past two years I could not be classified as either hetero or homo since I've yet to experience any type of sexual activity other than my right hand. And it wasn't for lack of desire either, as most nights I'd wank myself to sleep after a couple of good self-inflicted orgasms. But I definitely leaned to the hetero camp, although I often considered any port in a storm. But guys were definitely a last resort thing if the horniness got too much to bear.

And I knew that visiting Dr. Gabriel would just stoke the old libido even more. She was one of only three female instructors on campus. Heck, she was one of only three females on campus period. And she was by far the most attractive of the three. In fact, if a guy would see her in a crowded mall they would take a second look. She was that good looking.

...

"Well, he's a writer who's published a number of novels," she explained. "And my thesis will be focusing on his preoccupation with sex in his works. I will also attempt to highlight his personal sexual preferences, which may or may not have influenced his writings. I'm afraid some of this might be quite graphic. Would you be ok with the content?"

They both stopped talking immediately, and the skinny one turned around. I saw a guy leaving the study hall by the only door, and right when he got out he ran right into the skinny black girl who was bending over acting like she dropped something.

She was faking it I could tell. She had her ass pushed up in the air kinda standing on the balls of her feet. And the guy just ran right into her. I mean, he couldn't really do anything - she was right in the doorway.

...

Her ass was in the air, and she was almost waving it from side to side. I purposely ran right into her, but instead of bumping and retreating I stayed right on her. Then I grabbed her hip and began rubbing my hard on up and down her ass crack.

It took her a second to realize what I was doing, and then she started screaming stuff like "What the fuck you doing? Goddam! You trying to rape me? What the shit you got in them pants?"

I saw her out of the corner of my eye and prepared to step out of her way. She was walking quickly and didn't appear to alter her trajectory, which meant I was in her path. When I finally saw her she took my breath away. She was wearing a very sleek gray dress that hugged her figure, and what a figure it was! Her long brunette hair bounced in waves, her blue eyes piercing and her lips were so red they shone like a beacon.

I smiled, nodded and stepped back, but she met my move and walked right up next to me and said, "I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I could give Kathleen a run for her money if I had the chance."

...

"Oh my god, you don't remember Chobie? She just kissed you goodbye! Are you serious?" my sister asked incredulously.

"To tell you the truth, I never saw her before,"I answered truthfully. Or I thought I was being truthful.

"You are crazy. Oh my god, she used to have the biggest crush on you. Don't you even remember? We used to ride the bus with her. She was in my class. ..." she said.