From that first day when I saw her, almost a year ago, I knew she was different, perfect. I was waiting outside her house, picking up her brother, when she ran over, tripped, and started falling. I didn’t even know I could move that quick when I caught her. Her sweet face appeared to be caught in shock before she plastered on a sweet, polite smile to thank me. Once I set her upright, she started talking to me, a little too fast, wringing her hands. I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or a twitch, but it had its own charm. She looked so young that I felt uncomfortable being so drawn to her. Vance had mentioned he had a kid sister, seventeen, but he never mentioned how sweet she looked, how innocent. I knew I shouldn't have even been looking at her, but I couldn't help it. She drew me to her in a way that I didn't think was even possible. One look, and I was utterly bewitched. I never thought I would lose all sense of logic until that day when Sonia Matthew stared at me with her pretty blue eyes and put a spell on me.
I still remember what she was wearing: a skimpy sundress. Her creamy shoulders exposed, causing my eyes to linger on her smooth flesh. I glanced down, my eyes catching the beaten down paperback copy of Crime and Punishment clutched in her hand, and smiled. I wanted to start a conversation about the book, one that was a favorite of mine. I wanted to know what the mind of the pretty girl standing in front of me entailed, to know if it was as captivating as her physical beauty, but then Vance ran out of the house and broke the trance I was in.
When she walked into my class at the beginning of the semester, I was so shaken that I didn't know what to do. I knew that I couldn't be alone with her. I knew that from the first day I met her, not trusting my own urges when it came to Sonia. So that first day of class, I made a rule that I would only have office hours for those struggling or failing. A decision that had come back to bite me in the ass.
While the other girls were worried about boys, parties, and drinking, she was into her books, her family. She was a good little girl. That was why I was so shocked when she tanked the exam so severely. She was a straight-A student, a pillar of exemplary behavior. I'd even once followed her to a local animal shelter and found out she volunteered there twice a week.
A regular dog whisperer.
She was dressed like a sophisticated slut—okay, maybe it wasn’t slutty and I just wanted it to be. She was wearing one of those tight black skirts that businesswomen wore and a button-down cream blouse with the first few buttons open at the top. I felt my pants tighten as my cock rose from looking at her. I wouldn't be surprised if I busted a nut right there from only staring at the top of her cleavage—perfect, creamy, mouthwatering. In the three years I’d been teaching, I'd never looked at a student, let alone another woman, like I did at Sonia. I felt like if I didn't have her, I might die. It was this obsession that I couldn't shake, no matter what I tried.
Every time I saw the little minx, my pants got a little too tight. I tried to avoid her, but it was hard avoiding the girl who managed to wrap herself in my dreams and hold my mind hostage. Sometimes I would watch her like a stalker as she hurried along the hallway. Then I started finding myself in my car driving to her apartment, staring at her window, desperate for any glimpse of her. Occasionally I’d start jerking off while I pictured her with her legs spread open, her pretty pussy on display. I never saw her at the window. In hindsight, I was glad I hadn't, because If I could've seen her naked at the window, it meant others could have also. I knew that I’d never be able to tolerate any other man or even woman staring at Sonia. It would have driven me wild, unleashed animal-like primal instincts. I didn’t know what I would do. It was a part of myself I wanted to keep locked up.
Sonia crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her short skirt was tight, and my eyes zoned in on the white lace panties she was wearing. I felt my mouth water. I cleared my throat, hoping that would also clear the fog of lust that seemed permanent in my mind, something that happened every time I saw Sonia. "You know why you're here?" I asked. My voice sounded stern, but I didn't care. I was angry at how Sonia made me feel, the lack of control that I felt every single time she was near me—fuck, the lack of control I felt even when she wasn't present. From the moment I'd laid eyes on Sonia, she was all I'd thought about, like a depraved junkie jonesing for his next fix. The only thing was that a junkie could always find another type of hit. For me, there was no other drug but Sonia. She'd managed to wrap herself around me like a vise.