chapter 2 - fall ‘17

Summer had been a blast. Days spent baking in the Cali sun, endless BBQ's finished with a mountain of ice cream every night. It seemed like it lasted only a second.

As the warm days drew to a close, my attention turned back to the forthcoming school year. I exchanged my shorts and bikinis for my school wear, noticing the waistband clinging to my stomach tightly. Shit, maybe I'd indulged myself a bit much over summer. Nothing I wouldn't work of at cheerleading, I told myself.
I headed to the store on a last minute mission to find bottoms which weren't so tight around my butt. I found the cutest tube skirt on my travels, in just my size! I didn't have time to try it on so I just stuffed it in my basket. After collecting pens and notepads, I headed home to sleep, determined to get a good start on the year ahead of me.

Over summer we had had a writing project, set by Mr Mccarol before vacation began. I'd spent special care on this story, the main character loosely based on miss young, the supply teacher is had once. I was proud of this piece of work and eager to hand it in. This was why I was first to Mr Mccarols class after lunch.
I arrived slightly before the bell, but the door was open anyway, so I headed on inside.
There she was.
Her hair had been left to grown over the holidays, no reaching just above her breasts. It decorated her pretty face messily as she read with a cup of coffee in her hand. She wore a bodycon black dress with a belt which nipped in her waist. Despite the attire, I could see just slightly through the material she had been just as indulgent as I had since I had last seen her.
"Hey! Charlie was it?" She said brightly, resting her book on the table. "Come in, how was your summer?" She flashed a gorgeous smile at me.
"Awesome" I grinned back, choosing the same seat as before the holidays. I couldn't believe she was here again. "I thought you were supp-"
"Mr Mccarol is having to have some surgery, poor guy. Looks like I'll be covering the whole year!" She told me, yet as she spoke to me I couldn't help but notice her eyes dart over my body.
"That's great!" I beamed, trying to hide my excitement at the prospect of having her sit in front of me for a full year. I had been blessed.
Just then, the bell went and I began to unpack my bag. She hastily stuffed an almost-empty bag of haribos into her drawrer and sorted her skirt, awaiting the rest of the class.
She explained her situation to the class and then began collecting the summer papers. My heart exploded in my chest - the description of the character I based on her, would she notice? I had no time to think about it as she took the paper from my desk with her bundle and placed them at the front of the room. "Thank you" she said happily, obviously impressed by our responses. "This period I want you guys to give me a quick bit of writing about something you read over summer. Entertain me."
"What if we didn't read?" Some guy piped up from the class.
"Then what the hell are you doing in advanced English!?" She laughed, the class joining in with her. "It can be anything. A tweet, a Facebook post. Just keep yourselves busy while I mark these," she said, indicating to the pile before her. "Feel free to listen to music or eat or whatever, just don't bother me!"
I wrote some generic stuff on a few books I'd been into over break. As I did, I watched her polish off the haribos. The gummy sugar pass between her perfect plump lips. The belt was obviously digging into her slightly protruding stomach, as I saw her adjust the sizing of it under the desk. She rubbed the marks of tightness left behind, and suddenly I began to feel very hot. The potion of her smooth hands caressing the softness of her belly was mesmerising. I wished she'd rip of the dress which tightly clung to her and set her rounding stomach free. I wanted to know what she felt like, the jelly feeling of a growing pot-belly. As the haribos finished I couldn't help but be disappointed for a tummy which could take so much more.
The bell came too soon to signal the end of class. I wasn't late packing up - I had forgotten to write my name on the assignment. The last few students had filtered out as I stood to leave.
"Charlie."
I looked up as she looked at me. I glanced at her desk and saw my paper at the top of the pile. Surely, she had caught on.
"Is that short for anything?"
"Yeah" I managed to say. "Charlotte."
She advanced toward me as she mused my name. "Pretty name." I stared at the desk, feeling my excitement downstairs. One look at her and my mouth would be watering.
I handed my paper out to her, and for the briefest second our hands met. I could have sworn the second lasted just a fragment longer than a normal second. Or maybe her beauty just has that effect. I looked up at her, and she smiles cutely at me. Irresistibly.
"See ya on Wednesday, Charlie." She winked, and I didn't managed to catch my breath until I had made it out the door and halfway down the corridor.