I know I shouldn't be looking, but when she bends over to do her stretches like that, I can't help it. Those little glances and half-smiles she shoots me in between reps only make things a thousand times worse—God, how can any man resist that willful teasing. Fourteen. An age too young to be called a woman, but too old to be called a girl.
Finally managing to get a hold of myself, I blow my whistle and alert the students to the end of their P.E. class. I'm not stupid, I know that I'm in good shape and that many of my first and second year high school students are interested in me because of it. Still, I've been able to control myself for years, right up until about a month ago, when the new school year started, and I met Allie. The moment I first saw her, I was in love. A small perky young figure with curves in all the right places, a chest that's just beginning to bud, and long, shoulder-length brown hair—these are just a few of the features of Allie's perfect body. But beyond mere physical attraction, once I spoke to her, I fell in love all over again. She loves sports and exercise, enjoys long walks on the beach, and somehow still finds time to curl up beside the fire and read on winter nights. In other words—my ideal partner. She's shy too; despite being one of the most attractive girls in her grade, she doesn't have many friends and often has trouble talking to others.
Allie is in superb shape and enjoys physical activity almost as much I do, immediately becoming one of my top students and joining the swim team after only a few weeks of class. As I oversee the girl's swim team too, I've had the opportunity to spend lots of time with Allie under the guise of coaching. It only took me a week to notice her mirroring my long optical review of her body, the teen looking away just as I did when we caught each other staring.
Today, we've scheduled some one-on-one coaching after school, because Allie confided that she was "worried I'm not keeping up with the other girls." Now, this is utter bullshit, and we both know it. Allie is one of the best swimmers on the team, and a strong contender for the number one spot. Still, I humored her, trying to hide my excitement at finally getting some alone time with the object of my affection, all the while thinking of how I'm possibly going to keep myself in check.
***
Walking up to the edge of the pool area, I pull off my shirt and toss it on one of the adjacent chairs, glancing around for my beloved student. After a moment, I spot her strolling over from the opposite side of the grounds, eyes lighting up the moment she sees me. "Hi, Daniel!" she calls out, all but jumping into my arms when she reaches me.
"Hey, Allie," I whisper back, my throat tight at her closeness. I let our hug last much longer than it should, one arm around her waist as I breathe in the flowery scent of my student's shampoo. Breaking away with great reluctance, I give her a reproachful smile. "I told you to call me Mr. Cooper, Allie."
"I do! But when we're alone—just the two of us—doesn't it make you happier when I use your first name?" Sighing at the audacity of this girl, I ignore the quip, instead directing her to start her warm-up exercises. It's only when Allie gleefully lets her flimsy outfit fall to the floor around her that I realize what a terrible mistake I've made not discouraging her little flirtations. Underneath the teen's clothing is a bright pink skimpy two-piece swimsuit that even the most daring model would blush at wearing in public.
The pale white of her stomach, chest, and inner thighs in clear contrast with her otherwise tanned body make it clear that this isn't one of Allie's usual pieces of swimwear—she's wearing this just for me. "A-Allie, where's your normal school swimsuit?"
"I thought maybe you'd like something different tonight since it's just the two of us." Allie's confident words are at odds with her trembling voice and crimson cheeks. As I continue to gape at the teen, she instinctively covers her chest with her arms, turning away, so she doesn't have to meet my eyes anymore. "Mr. Cooper, stop staring..." Her usage of my surname and refusal to make eye contact are hotter than I can put into words. She's trying to seduce me but is far too shy and inexperienced despite possessing looks that any girl her age would kill for.
"Sorry, Li, you just surprised me."