Chapter Four: Sensual Appetites

Relieved and satisfied, Lesley managed her way through the next two blocks. Finally, it was time for calculus. It was ironic the sense of urgency that she felt everyday for the block schedule to bring her to this class. Math was her least favorite subject, but Professor Gribbin had truly brought out the best, and worst, of this young girl.
Class was as boring as ever, and as always, Lesley couldn’t remember a thing that had been taught. She found herself staring at every inch of his body, just searching for any sign of the slightest imperfection. An imperfection that would never show itself. After class, she approached him about finishing the work on that problem.
“Mr. Gribbin, I was wondering if we could work more on that problem we started this morning?” the shy girl asked.
“Oh right. Well dear, I unfortunately have lunch duty for the first half of lunch, but if you want to come back later we can do it then?” responded the teacher.
“Yes! I mean, yeah, that works for me. I’ll come back in a little bit,” and with that, Lesley turned and exited the room and begun walking towards the cafeteria.
The café was an interesting place. Everything was split up into the different cliques: the cheerleaders, jocks, Goths, geeks; but this reserved redhead didn’t really fit into any of these well. She found herself sitting at the table with the girls who never had boyfriends, but always had friends who were boys.

“Hey Les, how’s it goin’?” asked a particularly perky blonde.
“It’s going good, just suffering through this day,” and it was almost impossible to lie and not show her enthusiasm. She was loving every minute of each day, but to show such excitement would give her away.
“Yeah school sucks. But anyways have you guys seen Mr. Gribbin this year? Ohmagawd, he’s like the hottest thing. I don’t know what else to say. I just stare at him during class,” said that same blonde.
With these words, the jealousy in Lesley turned her eyes the same shade of red as her fiery hair. It took all of her to keep her cool and act normal. “Really, I haven’t even noticed his as-. I mean I haven’t even noticed him,” lied Lesley. Luckily, the girls hadn’t heard her mix-up, as they were too preoccupied staring at the man who had just crossed into view of the table. Mr. Gribbin.
He made his way over to the table that Lesley sat at. She did her best to not appear excited, but as her hormones raged inside her, she could feel herself growing antsy.
“Hey Lesley, you ready to go do it?” asked the teacher.
“What?” replied Lesley, trying not to sound too shocked at what she had just heard.
“The problem. You ready to go finish the work on it?” responded Mr. G.
Feeling stupid and immature for not knowing what he meant, she managed to reply, “Oh yeah. Yeah, are you done with lunch duty already?” asked Lesley.

“Yeah, I got someone to cover for me so I could finish what I had started,” said the teacher, in an almost provoking manner.
“You didn’t have to do-” began Lesley but Mr. Gribbin cut her off.
“Nonsense, it is my pleasure. So I‘ll see you there in a couple minutes.” stated the confident professor.
And with that, he left. Lesley began gathering her stuff to go to his room, where all her passions awaited. But as she began to leave, one of her friends hollered out to her, “Lesley! Sleepover at my house tonight?”
In her somewhat altered state in regards to where she was going, Lesley barely managed to yell back, “I’ll be there.”
When she arrived at his room, she was exposed to the most glorious of situations. There he was. Her teacher, the man of her dreams, eating chocolate covered strawberries. But why? He knew she was coming, why would he choose this as the ideal time to eat these? He was teasing her. She was convinced.
“Hey there dear, take a seat,” said the chivalrous professor, “So, lets take out some pen and paper and get started.” And he began showing her how to do the problem. In all truth, his efforts were futile because she couldn’t take her eyes off his intermittent motion of placing a strawberry in his mouth. It only added to her sensual appetites. And then it happened.
First, she felt his hand on her thigh, and then the question, “Would you like a strawberry Lesley?” asked the seductive man. A combination of his hand find its way to her thigh, and the sexual manner in which she was sure she heard him ask the question, caused her pen to explode. The two events had forced Lesley into an uncontrollable fit of hormonal passion, and she had pushed down with too much force. As the pen exploded, all of its ink found its way on her hands. Now, she would never be able to share in this delicate moment. Or would she.

Feeling very embarrassed and disappointed, Lesley said nothing. But she didn’t have to. Her teacher did all the talking. Laughing he said, “Oh it’s alright. Here, I’ll help you out with the strawberry.” And then, he gently brushed her hair back and fed her the strawberry. An explosion of taste, satisfied any appetite that had been present in her body at that moment. She wanted to preserve it forever, but just then, the bell rang for the end of the block.
“Well, Lesley have a fantastic weekend!” exclaimed the young teacher.
Bubbling over with emotion, Lesley did well just to say anything, “Yeah. Thanks. You too. Have a nice weekend. Thanks for the help. Thanks again. You really helped.” Her flustered state was obvious, but he didn’t seem to care. Rather, his response only fueled her teenage fire.
“You stay out of trouble dear!” and with a wink, Mr. Gribbin went back to his desk. Lesley calmly walked out of that classroom, with every ounce of her body wanting her to do cartwheel after cartwheel. She gathered her composure and walked herself to the final class of the week. Never, in any of her schooling, had Lesley wanted the weekend to end so badly. And it hadn’t even begun.