Chapter Five: Midnight Observations

“Lesley, where are you going again?” asked her mother in an insidious manner.
“Mom, I already told you, I’m spending the night at Dana’s house. How many times are you going to ask me?” replied Lesley.
“Are her parents going to be home?” asked her mom.
“Yes mother. I gotta go. Bye,” and with that Lesley gathered her stuff and left. She exited so quickly, she almost didn’t hear the faint “Bye honey,” that her mother had said.
Lesley was excited for this sleepover for a number of reasons. She always enjoyed hanging out with her friends, but perhaps more importantly, she knew that Mr. G lived on Dana’s street. She knew she couldn’t see him, but just the thought of being on the same street as him was enough to force impure thoughts into her head.
“Hey Les! What’s up?” exclaimed the perky Dana.
“Hey guys, not too much. I’m just happy to be out of my house. My mom was being sooo annoying. What’s up with you guys?” asked the hormonally charged young girl. But their response, she didn’t hear. She was distracted by an unexpected sight. There he was. Her teacher. And he was walking his dog down the street. She wanted to run out there and just grab him. But she knew she couldn’t. She maintained her composure and continued to add to the conversation.

The rest of the night continued as planned. It was everything she needed. Until the reality TV show they were watching was interrupted by breaking news.
The newswoman began speaking, “We interrupt this show to bring you some breaking news. A teacher at South Central High School has just been arrested for charges of engaging in sexual intercourse with a student. The teacher is a science teacher in his late 20’s and the student was a young girl of his. We will bring you more information as soon as channel 8 receives it. Now back to your scheduled programming.”
Immediately, her friends began talking. And it all made her feel very uncomfortable.
“Ew. That’s so gross. How can they have sex with someone so much younger than them? Yuck,” stated one of her friends. All of Lesley’s friends agreed that it was disgusting that someone could even think about doing it.
“Don’t you think that’s gross Les?” asked Dana.
“What? Oh. Yeah. That’s gross,” lied Lesley. Deep down, she wanted to scream out her lust for Mr. Gribbin. She wanted him for more than anything. And then almost as if God had granted her wish, he came into the living room from the back yard.
Laughing, he began to speak, “Rich, if you’re not careful, I’m going to embarrass you in front of your wife! Oh, hey girls! What are y’all doing here?” asked the studly teacher.

“Hey Mr. G! We are just having a sleepover tonight. Little bit of girl talk, trashy movies, and ice cream. You know how it is!” replied Dana and with that she batted her eyelashes in an exhausted attempt at flirting.
It disgusted Lesley. She wanted to leap at her friend and hit her. But she remained calm and waited for her teacher to say something to her.
“Hey Lesley, how are you doing tonight?” asked Mr. G.
Feeling very proud of herself for being singled out by this perfect man, she responded, “Not much. We are just hanging out. What are you doing here?”
“Oh I live down the street. But I’m just playing some basketball with Dana’s parents and my w--. My wonderful shooting skills. I used to play in college you know,” bragged the 24 year old teacher. Lesley was wondering what had caused him to stutter, but she was too caught up in his sleeveless t-shirt to pay too much attention to it. His biceps flexed with each bend of his arm, and the beads of sweat dripped down his neck and down his shirt, to where his flawless pectoral muscles awaited.
“Oh that’s cool,” replied Lesley. She wanted to continue, but just as she was about to say something, Dana’s dad called her dream man back outside.

“Alright girls I’ll see you later. Bye Lesley,” and with that Mr. Gribbin left back outside. Lesley, again, felt very proud to be singled out by this perfect specimen.
The night continued and eventually her teacher went back to his house and Dana’s parents alerted us they were going to bed. And then they were left alone. So they did what normal teenage girls would do.
“Truth or Dare,” stated Dana with a hint of excitement in her voice.
The game began. Most people chickened out and picked truth and answered pointless questions about their first kiss or who they liked. Only the bravest chose dare. One girl had to streak the street and adjoining cul-de-sac. And then it was Lesley’s turn.
“Dare,” announced the proud redhead. But as soon as the dare was given to her, she wished she had been one of the shy ones and chosen truth.
“Ding-dong-ditch Mr. Gribbin’s house!” exclaimed one of her friends.
Her heart dropped. She wanted to go home, but the rules were simple. She had to complete the dare. She did her best to appear unaffected.
Giving her best fake laugh, she replied, “Alright. Easy.”
“We will watch from the end of the street,” announced the rest of her friends.
As her friends made their way to the end of the street, Lesley thought about her best route. She would want to remain unseen, so she decided she’d sneak through his backyard and then to the front of his house to complete her challenge. With each step, she grew more and more nervous. What if she was caught? Would this ruin her chances of ever having something with her teacher?
She wanted to turn back more than anything, but as she got to the backyard, she was glad she hadn’t. There, in the window, she saw something she had only dreamed of.
The unclothed body of her sexual desires getting into the shower. It was more than she had ever dreamed about, and she finally understood what the meaning of perfection was. With each step towards the shower, she watched as every muscle was defined distinctly. He turned and she was exposed to his truly perfect curves. His ass was that of a god's, and she couldn't stop staring. This man was everything anyone could have asked for. How had he remained single? But then, he turned around and she quickly ducked into the darkness and dashed towards the front of his house.
With a new found bravery, she ding-dong-ditched her teacher’s house. She wasn’t worried about it being answered because she knew he was in the shower. But because she was so excited from what she had just been witness to, she ran away with more speed than she even thought she had without looking back. So much speed, that she didn’t even see the attractive blonde open the door to a vacant night.