Hot Blog: FOUR FINGER CLUB not to say I wasn't making moves. I wanted this little brunette badly.
We started communicating over the school's teacher/student communication software and rapidly our exchanges were getting more and more friendly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she mailed me last night.
The question made me smile. "No" I replied, I ain't into girls my age. Their immaturity completely turns me off."
Minutes later, "So what does turn you on?" showed up in my inbox.
I hesitated for a minute whether or not I should make a brutal comment, but figured I had nothing to lose since we had cross the teacher/student line long ago anyway, and the question was pretty straightforward.
"Watching you in class..." I answered.
And I hadn't heard from her since. I was a bit anxious about her reaction when I came to class earlier, but she smiled and saluted me casually.
Everyone left the class and I walked over to her desk.
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Mecca?"
"Simon, we could both be in a lot of trouble because of what you said last night." She said as she stood up and walked closer to me.
She placed her index on the side of my stomach and looked me in the eyes. "So let's keep it our secret, shall we?"