Only ten more minutes of school, Jaclyn eyed the clock checking to make sure it was actually moving. To her dismay, it was, but very slowly. Jaclyn was just grateful that those last ten minutes were to be spent in Mrs. Pierson’s class. Not only was Mrs. Pierson a good teacher but she also a goddess. Jaclyn spent every seventh period of every day staring and daydreaming about Mrs. Pierson. Sonya Pierson, the teacher. Sonya Pierson was the definition of pure beauty, a friend, and an enforcer of rules.

Jaclyn longed daily to run her fingers through Sonya’s long, silky, black hair. She would long to press her lips against the velvet of Sonya’s. Her hands caressed her milky white skin, to the touch her skin had the texture of satin, the skin of her inner thighs were even softer. Jaclyn felt herself moisten as she slowly slid her fingers between Sonya’s legs. She lost her breath as the velvet of her lips caressed Jaclyn’s neck. And reality struck as she stared into the depths of those emerald green eyes, more precious than any stone on earth.

" So, who is going to the Nine Inch Nails concert tonight? ", Mrs. Pierson asked the class. She always used the last ten minutes of class to talk with her students. Being the youngest teacher in school, Sonya, had many common interests with her students: music, food, and "things" to do on the weekend.

" Me, Jaclyn, and James are! ", Jaclyn’s boyfriend Eric chimed in from the back of the class. Talking wasn’t necessary in Eric’s presence; he always spoke for Jaclyn. She did love him a lot, but he was nothing compared to Sonya.

" Well, you three make sure to have fun for me. I can’t go. Gotta write more in my book, thank god this will all be over in a couple months. Then you guys’ll have to call me Dr. Pierson. ", Mrs. Pierson arched her back, and spoke in a stuck up tone. Jaclyn was more distracted than usual; Sonya wore a black business suit, complete with short ass-accentuating skirt, white stockings, and conservative black pumps, which were never on her feet. Jaclyn longed to just steal a peek at Sonya’s feet, she knew they were perfect but never once this year or ever had Jaclyn seen her bare feet.

" So, how is Mr. Pierson? ", Stacey, the head cheerleader and school slut, asked accentuating the Mister in Mr. Pierson.

" I don’t know, he is still in North Carolina, he hasn’t called in days. Oh well, that’s what I get for marrying a business man." Stacey seemed hurt by Mrs. Pierson’s comment.

The class splintered off into many side conversations and Sonya lost control of class. Not a big loss, she’d been talking all period and they’d been listening, time for them to talk and for her to listen. As usual Jaclyn, just sat daydreaming. She sat with the heels of her Puma’s faced outward, one foot on top of the other, and knees together. A sad smile graced her small, delicate, round face. Jaclyn’s delicacy, quietness, and shyness intrigued Sonya, not just on that maternal level, but on a sexual level. Jaclyn’s mother was also a teacher at the school, and four years prior when Sonya applied for a job there were none. That winter Jaclyn’s mother had a misfortunate skiing accident, resulting in a badly broken leg, a full leg cast, and an English teacher not able to teach. Sonya now had a semester of teaching freshman English, it was hard replacing the school’s most beloved teacher. During her recovery Jaclyn’s mother and Sonya became close friends. Due to Ms. Parker’s influence, Sonya now had a permanent job for the years to come. Sonya’s friendship to Carolyn Parker allowed her to witness Jaclyn blossom from an awkward, goofy freshman, into a beautiful, intelligent young woman. Jaclyn was on the road to being validictorian at graduation. During nights when Sonya found herself alone at home feeling lonely, she’d masturbate to thoughts of her and Jaclyn doing various sexual activities. Granted it was probably morally or socially wrong in some weird way, but Sonya didn’t care, beauty was beauty.

The release bell of the day interrupted everybody’s conversations, and daydreaming. All the students bolted for the door, except Jaclyn, who casually gathered her things, and slowly walked to the door.

" Jaclyn! ", Sonya called out. Without hesitation Jaclyn turned around and smiled back at Sonya.

" Yes, Mrs. Pierson? ", Jaclyn’s shy, polite, yet sexy voice answered. Jaclyn felt the nervousness tighten in her stomach as Sonya approached.

" Hey, uh, did your mom mention what time she wanted me to come over tonight? " She knew Jaclyn didn’t know, but she wanted to hear that voice before the weekend began and the two wouldn’t talk until Monday.

"Sonya’s coming over tonight? Shit, I’m gonna be at the concert. ", Jaclyn thought to herself, " No, she didn’t mention anything, but I’m sure any time after 5 is good, because she has a meeting with Principal Dunbar at 4. "

" Thanks, sweeite. ", Sonya gave Jaclyn a big smile. Jaclyn returned the smile, and quickly rushed out the door. She wanted to hurry up and get home.

Life just isn’t fair.

Jaclyn, Eric, and James just stood in place mesmerized. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Were they watching a concert, or watching a man bleed emotion for an audience of people. This concert had reached far beyond the realm of a concert, it was now an experience, it wasn’t just music anymore. Eric grabbed Jaclyn’s hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the stage. As they got closer and closer the density of people increased, the pushed their way through the large mass of people until they were right near the front of the stage. They were right in front of Trent Reznor; she couldn’t believe how close they were. She could feel what he sung. Before Jaclyn knew it a large man behind her, picked her up, and tossed into the sea of people. She thought for sure that she would just fall to the ground with a thud, but the crowd held her up. Everybody’s hands holding her and moving her through the crowd, it was such an incredible feeling. She looked up at the stage, and for one moment she thought Trent was looking right through her eyes into her soul, it was the feeling she got when Sonya looked into her eyes. This brief moment of happiness was ended with a thud, someone failed to hold up Jaclyn and she was dropped. Luckily, she landed on her feet but she felt a knife-like pain shoot up through right leg, as her right foot landed flatly.

" You ok? ", a concerned girl asked.

" Yeah, I think so. ", Jaclyn picked herself up and dusted herself off. She tried taking a couple steps, but almost fell flat on face, her leg was now throbbing and somewhat numb.

" You sure, your ok? ", the concerned girl asked again. Jaclyn flashed the girl a weak smile and nodded.

She held back the tears, as she limped to the side of the flood area and sat down. She didn’t even recognize the music anymore; it was just the background music to her pain.

" I sure hope Jaclyn is having a good time. ", Carolyn interrupted the movie she and Sonya were watching.

" Oh, don’t worry, I bet she is having plenty of fun. Stop worrying and watch the movie.", Sonya laid back down next to Carolyn on the couch.

" Worrying? Who said anything about worrying? ", Carolyn knew exactly what she meant, but felt she had to act hurt.

" I did. If you’re not worried, then why do you keep looking at the clock every five minutes? If you’re not worried then why do you jump every time you think a car is pulling up to the drive way. " Sonya put Carolyn in her place.

" Well I guess you’re you right. ", Carolyn said quietly, beginning to massage Sonya’s bare feet in her lap.

Five whole minutes passed before Carolyn interrupted the movie once more, " Do you ever think about what happened between us last year."

" Of course."

" Well do you think it was a mistake? ", Carolyn’s fingers played between Sonya’s long toes.

" Not at all. I wouldn’t take back anything we did. What about you, do you think it was a mistake? ", Sonya felt herself being slowly turned on by Carolyn’s soft massage.

" Definitely not. I loved the way you would scratch my toes when they itched. Or when you sucked on them that one night. Oh, that night was splendid. ", Carolyn wanted nothing more than for Sonya to eat her out again. Carolyn spent many lonely nights in bed pleasuring herself to the memories of Sonya’s tongue between her toes, between her thighs, and in her mouth.

" Are you sure, you’re ok? ", Eric seemed very concerned. Jaclyn nodded her head careful not to let anyone see the tears running down her soft cheeks. Her ankle would throb with every bump the car hit; she was definitely going to have to see a doctor.

" Who’s car is that? ", James asked they were about to pull into the drive way. Jaclyn quickly wiped the tears from her face and looked up. There sat in the driveway, Sonya’s Pierson Black, Special Edition, 1998 Honda Prelude.

" Mrs. Pierson’s. ", Jaclyn leaned over and gave Eric a kiss goodnight.

" Damn, that’s a nice a car. " James drooled.

" You gonna be ok? Want me to walk you to the door or anything? ", Eric asked as Jaclyn opened the door and got out. She merely shook her head and closed the door. She slowly limped to the front door.

She saw Sonya on the couch next to her mother. The pain was all she could even think about, she didn’t even use her opportunity to see Sonya’s feet.

" Hi, honey. ", Carolyn chimed in.

" Hi, mom. Hi Sonya. ", Jaclyn said quietly.

" Hi. "

" Everything ok, honey? ", Carolyn seemed worried about her daughter’s glumness, especially since she had just seen her favorite band in concert.

" Yeah, I just twisted my ankle at the concert, and I’m pretty tired. So I’m just gonna take a shower and go to bed. ", She said from the bottom of the stairs.

" Ok. Goodnight." Both Carolyn and Sonya said at the same time.

The shower had felt really good on Jaclyn’s ankle. It was odd, it wasn’t really her ankle that hurt so much, it her leg that hurt more than anything. Jaclyn sat on the edge of her bed in her flannel pajamas, looking down at her leg. There wasn’t really any swelling, but she did notice a little bit of bruising just above the ankle.

" Great my luck, it’s broken. ", Jaclyn turned out the light and laid down in bed, " They’ll have to put me in a stupid cast, and I’ll have to use crutches. "

The sad thoughts of Jaclyn’s broken leg were soon surprised by thoughts of Sonya in a cast. That would be Jaclyn’s ultimate fantasy. She imagined it was just she and Sonya naked, and Sonya had a cast from her knee to her toes. Jaclyn slipped her right hand under the waistband of her pajamas, and began to massage her clit.

"There Sonya lay on a bed of rose petals. The only light in the room was that of the candles on each side of the bed. The cast was so beautiful, starting at the base of Sonya’s long, straight, and perfect toes, ending just below her knee. Jaclyn lay at the end of the bed by Sonya’s feet. She carefully caresses the toes protruding from the cast against her cheek; her lips press against the tips. Sonya purrs as Jaclyn’s tongue weaves in and out of her toes. Jaclyn carefully rests the cast on the bed and kisses her way, slowly, up Sonya’s milky white leg. Each kiss was tenderer than the next. Sonya felt shivers of orgasm as Jaclyn’s tongue slipped between her legs. The tongue gently caressing the clit, licking the length of it, and then gently biting it. Sonya screamed…"

Jaclyn lay, and relaxed as the orgasm slowly dissipated throughout her body. She withdrew her dripping wet fingers and drifted off to sleep.