Familiar

The time seems to crawl forward and I'm more than glad when school is finally over. But it's not the end of the day for me and I walk to the other side of the building. If I remember correctly, the music rooms are next to the art rooms. Clueless on where to look, I walk from room the room, taking a look inside. After several tries, and some pissed of art students, I find a room with different instruments, music stands and even a piano.

“Hello? Ms Seymore?” I ask and step into the empty room. Nobody is inside, but I hear noises from the back room. As I arrive I see something I didn't expect. At the far side of the room, someone stands on a ladder, trying to retrieve a box from the top shelf. For a split-second I think I see a ghost. She looks like the woman from my dream. The woman in front of me wears a long brown skirt and a conservative blouse, which doesn't hide her tight ass and tanned legs. Is that the new music teacher?

She is stretched out, trying to reach the box. The ladder is dangerously unstable and swings from side to side. Only seconds later her left foot slips off the ladder and she starts to fall to the ground. Lightning-fast my muscles react and I rush towards her. In the air she starts to rotate around her own axis. I reach her just in time and catch her before she can hit the ground. My arms are wrapped around her waist and her soft tits are pressed against my chest and I can feel her nipples through the fabric.

Thankful but confused she looks into my eyes and takes a deep breath. She relaxes a little bit and lets out a sigh. I continue to look at her. It's her. Her blue eyes and high cheekbones have something fascinating about them. She's definitely the youngest teacher on staff.

“I'm grateful for your help, but could you let me down?” she asks with a charming smile. Embarrassed by my behavior, I immediately let her gently drop to her feet and blush. She straightens out her outfit which gives me a great view of her magnificent rack, pushing the jacket to its limits. Before she looks back up, I'm able to look away.

“Let me introduce myself, I'm Julia Seymore, the new music teacher.” she politely introduces herself. “And you are?”

“John Doe.” I reply and continue to stare at her.

“Mr Doe? Mr Flemming told me that you'd be stopping by.” she says with a courteous smile. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I swear I just saw her look me over from head to toe and unconsciously lick her luscious lips.

“You can start by getting this box and bring it into the other room.” she tells me and disappears through the door. My height advantage makes it easy to retrieve the box. It's pretty heavy and I think if she had managed to get it off the shelf, she would have fallen off anyway. When I walk into the room Ms Seymore is checking some paperwork and I start to unpack the box.

“John, can you get all.......... “ she starts to tell me. “Oh, do you mind if I call you John?”

“No, not at all, Ms Seymore.” I reply and wait for her to tell me what to do next.

“Call me Julia please.” she says with a charming smile. “The old instruments have been stored in those boxes in the back. I have to check if they still work properly. Could you unpack them here?”

“No problem Julia.” I reply and go into the back. She resumes filling out some forms.

It takes me almost an hour until I got all the boxes from the back and start to unpack them. I find all sorts of instruments. Trumpets, clarinets, violins, acoustic guitars and many more. In the meantime Julia disappears into the hallway, after she finishes her paperwork. The last boxes I open, put a smile on my face, two electric guitars and amps. They look fine, but my curiosity takes over and I plug in one of them and start to tune it. I'm unaware that Julia is standing in the doorway and carefully observes every of my moves.

Thinking that I'm alone I crank up the volume, my fingertips touch the strings, I close my eyes and I start to play a melody that I just don't get out of my head for several days now.

When the first high-pitched soundwave fills every last corner of the room, a pleasantly surprised smile appears on Julia's face. Utterly amazed by my skill she stands there and can't do anything but listen. Ernie once told me the most amazing thing about me playing a song is, that I put everything into it, no matter where I am or who is listening. This time is no different and when I'm done and put aside the guitar, Julia is speechless.

Her full lips move and she flourishes her hands, but no sound comes out of her mouth. She closes her mouth and a consenting smile appears.

“You're great John.” she says happy and starts to laugh. I can't help myself but blush embarrassed. “Why don't you call it a day and come back tomorrow to check out the guitars?” I just nod, grab my backpack and leave.

I can feel her eyes on me and a warm feeling runs through my whole body, driving me crazy. I continue to walk towards the door and halfway there I turn my head once more and see Julia's absent look. She seems to be absorbed in thought and doesn't even register that I look at her. She looks right through me and unconsciously licks her lips. The urge to walk up to her and kiss those luscious lips almost takes over my thinking, but I manage to get out of there before I do something stupid. That was close.