An Unexpected Visitor

You’ve just finished dinner and are loading the dishwasher when the doorbell rings. At the door is a young woman, about your height, shoulder length golden-red hair in a white top that doesn’t hide the curves of her plentiful breasts, and a short skirt that reveals long thin legs. If you hadn’t recognised her from school, her squeal of excitement would have given it away.

“Mr Smith, I knew it was you.”

“Brianna Ollins, what are you doing here?”

Brianna Ollins, one of the Upper Sixth ‘B’ Stream students, a prefect. Academically not very memorable, but physically hard to forget.

“I saw you in the garden talking to Agatha and I thought that’s Mr Smith, but I had to check. You know, to make certain. You live here?”

“Yes, I live here.”

“Fantastic. I knew Agatha said the new neighbour was handsome, but I didn’t realise it was you. I live next door.” She points to the house the other side of the Petersons’.

“You live next door? Well pleased to meet you. Tell your parents it would be a pleasure to meet them.”

“No, my parents don’t live here. They’re in Abu Dhabi. My Aunt Faye lives there. I stay with her because my Dad decided I should go to St Perpetua’s. He only chose that because Aunt Faye lives here. Wait until the others learn you live next door to me. They’ll be so jealous. You’re the best thing that’s happened to St Perpetua’s ever. You’re so much better than Miss Wandering.”

“You’ve only had a week of me, Brianna.”

“I can already tell. All the girls who don’t do history are jealous of those of us who do. We get to be taught by you.”

You feel uncomfortable with the way this conversation is going, as well as turned on.

“Well, just remember I’m your teacher.”

“Yes, of course, sir.” She looks down as if chagrined, but her brown eyes continue to watch you through her eye lashes, and she sways slightly accentuating her curves and her youth. “But if I have any problems, could I come over and ask?”

“As long as they’re genuine issues, Brianna.”

“Oh, they will be. My Dad’s always telling me I should be pestering my teachers with questions. It’s just I know it’s going to be difficult asking you during school hours, because everyone’s going to be taking your time. But if I could come over out of school hours?”

“We’ll see, Brianna.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you.”

Then she springs into action, leaping up and kissing you on the cheek. Her lips are soft and tender and make your stomach churn. The motion is so quick, you don’t realise what’s happening until she’s done it. And by the time it’s truly sunk in she’s already running down the path. You watch her go, watching the way her skirt flutters up to give a tease of her knickers. At the end of the drive she glances back and seeing you still watching her she breaks into a big smile that illuminates her heart shaped face. You can’t help but watch her run up her own path and into her house, before you finally close your front door.