Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Even though she still wore the glasses it was obvious that there was something different about her. Something that everyone else seemed to notice at about the same time I did.
“Whoa teach, looking nice today.” That sentiment or a variation was tossed around the room as she stood just inside the door like a little lost fawn. The guys didn’t seem to notice her unease as they carried on with their comments.
I sat up in my seat and glared around the room, something they were accustomed to but not for the same reason. They piped down but the damage was done. I could tell that she was already regretting her clothing choice, though I appreciated this new style way more than the other.
I didn’t even have time to enjoy wondering if I had anything to do with the change because it looked like she was about to freak. The look on her face due to the reaction of my asshole teammates was one of almost terror.
I was halfway out of my seat, not quite sure what I would’ve done, when she visibly pulled herself together and walked the few steps it took to reach her desk. I wanted to call out my boys but thought the added attention might do more harm than good.
Her reaction gave me food for thought though. She was older than the rest of us, and from what I know of the female of the species, they’re not that easily spooked by a bit of male attention. Her reaction could be seen as a little over the top, but I somehow knew that it was genuine.
She was that shy and reserved to the point that I could see her nerves. I was even more sure now that she had no real experience if any. But instead of a turn off, it only served to pique my interest even more.
It took her a while to settle down and get herself together once she sat down, but once she collected herself we were back on track. With my newfound interest at the forefront I did a little more than taking peeks at her this time, but instead did a more in depth study. It helped that the clothes she wore, though not form fitting, were a lot more attractive and did more to show off her figure than was evident before.
She was tiny, which is something I’ve always liked. I don’t know, but nothing makes me harder than having a petite girl beneath me when I ride. But it was her chest, a little more than I’d expected, that kept me transfixed as we went through the class.
I didn’t ogle her, that would’ve been rude, but I did my fair share of admiring under the guise of following along with everyone else. Then I started wondering if any of the others had formed an interest like I had. Something that did not sit well with me. Another red flag.
We’d shared a female more than once in the past because we’re horny teens who’d experiment with anything sexual that’s on offer. So the feelings of jealousy that thought provoked were relatively new to me.
I did a quick sweep of the room and relaxed once I realized that no one was openly admiring her. After the initial teasing that I’d quelled with my murderous glare they’d all settled down into study mode.
It had had an adverse effect on her though, because she didn’t play along with our staring game from a couple nights before; bummer. All the same I wasn’t too discouraged though because when she did look at me a little while later and then looked shyly away just as quickly I convinced myself that her sudden change in appearance was in fact for me.
I cleared my throat and went back to studying once I realized that my thoughts were making me sound like a damn stalker. For all I know there could be someone else she was interested in.
I did a quick run through in my head of the teachers at school and not one of the men were below fifty in age. Add the fact that she’d come to check me out on the field and I was back to being cocksure that I was the one who’d caught her interest. My only problem now was my approach.
LIZ
Will this night never end? Why did I wear this stupid blouse? Thank heaven for my glasses, no one can see my absolute mortification behind them. Now I’m sitting here feeling self conscious with nowhere to hide and all this in front of Drake no less.
I stole a glance at him and looked quickly away again when I saw that he too was watching me. I felt exposed, ugly and if my legs would work I’d probably have gotten up and made an excuse to leave the room.