Chapter #8Martha, 42, a teacher by: 33   You turned your head to see Martha Plimpton, your high school math teacher walk in. When you’d had her in class she’d been in her early to mid thirties, and every you wanted to get with her. Now she was in her early forties, had gotten a little plumper, but was still attractive. Her blonde hair still pulled back in a ponytail, and her black rimmed glasses framing her face were just how you remembered. Many a guy had fantasized about her removing those glasses and letting her hair down.
“Martha!” Frank said.
“Hey Frank! Were you able to get me some of those French menthols?”
“Two cartons just came in this morning. They’re a little pricy, but I got you the best deal I could.”
Frank sat you down on the counter and went to get Martha’s cigarettes. You looked up at her, remembering the good ol’ days, her completely unaware of your presence. As Martha waited she looked down at the various Turkish cigarettes on the counter and studied them. You eventually caught her eye, and she jerked back slightly and gasped in shock, before leaning down to get a closer look at you.
“Ah, I see you’ve met our new employee,” Frank said.
“You’ve gotten much shorter since high school,” she giggled. “How is this even possible?”
“I didn’t ask,” Frank said. “But he just took a job here as a second hand smoke tester. He’s been helping me test these Turkish cigarettes. Here’s an interesting menthol if you want to try it.”
Martha took the cigarette and lit it, and exhaled into the air.
“Not bad,” she said. It was weird seeing one of your teachers smoking. “And just how do you help?” She asked you.
“Uh, you can blow the smoke on me and I’ll let you know if it’s, uh, any good…”
Her eyes widened as she took a deep drag. She leaned down to the counter, her mouth only inches from you, and exhaled slowly. You’d thought about those lips a lot, and now seeing them gigantic in front of you was a huge turn on.
“How’s that?” She asked, with a coy smile.
“Um, fucking awesome,” you said, before catching yourself. “I mean, it was nice. Minty.”
“Frank, you guys should come over for a late dinner once you close up!”
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