Meeting with Mary

Meeting With Mary

The day seemed to be going by super slowly for Zack, it seemed that the universe knew he was looking forward to something and making time go by slowly. Mr. Ward’s class ended without further incident after his daydream, Zack did his best to pay attention, though Mr. Ward’s lectures were hard to fully pay attention to even without daydreams distracting him. Zack went through his next classes, trying to not drift back into his daydream, as much as he wanted it to continue he didn’t want to get in trouble again. Zack was surprised where his imagination had taken him, while he did find Miss Moreau very attractive, but he had never had a daydream about her outside of her own class.

He sighed as he got his stuff from his locker in preparation for Miss Moreau’s class, “I guess my lack of a girlfriend is starting to get to me.” A different voice spoke behind him, “What do you mean Zack?” Zack nearly jumped out of his skin and almost banged his head on the top of his locker as he whirled around to see Ashley standing behind him. She giggled at his reaction, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Zack placed his hand over his heart as he took deep breaths, “Y-You didn’t scare me, j-just startled…” Ashley giggled some more, “Uh-huh suuuure, so what did you mean about not having a girlfriend finally getting to you?” Zack looked sheepish, “N-Nothing, just thinking out loud you know?”

Ashley looked at him suspiciously, “Ok, keep your secrets, but I am genuinely worried about you Zack. Outside of Lisa you have not had a girlfriend all of high school and the relationship with Lisa didn’t even last that long.” Zack sighed as he closed his locker and started heading towards Miss Moreau’s class, Ashley falling into step beside him. He looked over at the pretty cheerleader, “I am fine Ash, I just… haven’t found the right girl yet.” Ashley stepped in front of him, her hands on her hips as they reached Miss Moreau’s classroom, “Zack let me set you up with someone, you know my track record with pairing up couples is pretty good.” Zack smiled, “I appreciate the offer Ash, but I want to find my girl on my own.” Ashley frowned, “I just want you to be happy Zack.” Zack hugged the petite girl, “I know and I love you all the more for it Ash, but this is something I have to do on my own.” Ashley nodded reluctantly vowing in her mind to make sure Zack found the perfect girl.

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The class with Miss Moreau seemed to drag on and on and Zack could have sworn he actually saw the clock moving backwards every so often. He knew it was likely just his nerves winding him up. He refused to let himself drift into another daydream about Miss Moreau, mostly because he knew it would make talking to her after class even harder and more awkward. Still, Zack knew if he didn’t find something to distract himself then he would likely go crazy. He started by pondering what he would say to Miss Moreau when they talked, but he had to abandon that rather quickly as he began to drift into another daydream about her. Zack sighed, he needed some kind of relief, for most guys they would say they just needed to get laid, but that wasn’t Zack. Zack didn’t want just a lay, deep down he knew he likely over romanticized relationships, but honestly with his parents how could he not. Their story was almost like what you would see in one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. Regardless Zack wanted a relationship with a girl, not just sex and as much as he knew he over-romaticized it he also didn’t think his feelings were wrong.

Still, it made for quite a hard time for him when it came to his sexual urges. Maybe he should try daydreaming about a girl his age, but the problem with that was that all the girls he knew were off limits and even daydreaming about them felt wrong. Ashley was with Brandon, Heather was his cousin along with Paris, who was also a lesbian. Chloe was his best friend and it felt like daydreaming about his sister and Madison came with all sorts of risks. Now normally you would think in this situation Zack would daydream about Victoria, but he had promised himself not to debase her like that. Zack’s leg began to bounce in frustration with his predicament, maybe he could daydream about one of the other cheerleaders? His first thought went to Tanya Jones as she seemed to be the nicest of the cheerleaders after Ashley, but based on the rumors about her stamina in the bedroom Zack doubted he could keep up with her even in his daydreams. Strangely his next thought went to Naomi and Zack had to admit stealing her away from Harry had a certain charm to it as well as fucking the bitch out of her and making her a nicer person. Zack shook his head internally, did those thoughts make him a bad person? Using sex to change someone, it sounded like something out of a cheesy porn movie or one of those stories on that CHYOA story site Gavin showed him a while back.

Unfortunately his wandering mind took him back to Miss Moreau as he imagined her dismissing the class before the bell, except for him. He saw her crawl up on his desk, while unbuttoning her blouse. Fortunately the bell rang waking Zack up before the daydream went too far. He sighed as he slowly packed up his bag and waited for the room to empty. He looked up at Miss Moreau, she looked nervous as well which Zack couldn’t really understand. She spent her days talking in front of a class, it seemed strange to him that she would be nervous talking to one. He walked to her desk and pulled over a chair, “Thanks again for agreeing to the interview Miss Moreau.” Mary smiled nervously, unbeknownst to Zack, or anyone Mary Moreau had a little crush on the young man sitting across from her. She knew she shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts, but Zack was kind, considerate, and a good student add on the fact he was quite handsome and for Mary he was the complete package. She was able to control her imagination while teaching, but while she slept she had dreamed of this conversation turning sensual. In her dream Zack had complimented her looks and her teaching, placing his hand on her thigh and leaning closer and closer until their lips almost touched. Mary shook herself from the memory, in the waking world the teacher knew Zack would never be that forward. So if something were to happen she would likely have to initiate it.

Mary smiled at Zack briefly wondering how he would react if she did make a move, “It’s no problem Zack, anything to help you with your new venture. I think it's great you are doing something involving writing, even though I know you would prefer to write fiction, writing for the school paper will help your writing in the long run.” Zack blushed and nodded, “That’s what I am hoping for, still not sure I can pull off writing for a newspaper though.” Without thinking Mary patted Zack’s knee, which brought back his daydream from earlier in the day. He shook himself out of his own imagination as he looked at Miss Moreau, who, for her part looked extremely embarrassed she had done that, “S-Sorry about that Zack, but I don’t like when my students put themselves down. You can do anything you set your mind to Zack and as long as you give it your best, you can learn and grow.” Zack smiled, a genuine smile and not one filled with nervousness, this woman was so perfect, “Th-Thanks Miss Moreau.” They looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a growing tension they couldn’t quite place. Mary was the first to break the spell, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “S-So, when would you like to do the interview?” Zack mentally slapped himself awake, “How about Friday after school? That should give me plenty of time to write the article and give it my best.” Mary smiled, “That’s the spirit and Friday sounds great. Now you should hurry and get some lunch, you don’t have all day to spend chatting with me.” Unfortunately, she thought to herself, Zack smiled and replaced the chair he had brought over before giving Miss Moreau another smile and wave as he went to get lunch.

Mary sighed as she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her thighs together, “Dammit Zack, why does it take nothing more than your voice to make me hot and bothered.” She would need to calm herself down before her next class, so she stood up and made her way to one of the private, teacher’s only bathrooms.