Grace

Looking at Grace was always like standing in a dark room with a closed door that led to the light. There were cracks around the edges where you could see her sexuality smoldering through, but she was generally so locked up that you just knew there was nothing you could do about it. Her maturity lent her an air of authority that accentuated the appeal she held as a forbidden fruit. If you have ever been turned on by a hot teacher, you know what a little authority can do. Grace was a year older than me and a year ahead of me in school, but was minoring in my major and thus ended up taking a handful of classes at the same time as me. She was quite perceptive, and probably well aware that I was quite attracted to her. The ball was always in her court.