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A Teacher’s Lesson

Grace came home and sat down letting out a long sigh, she’d had a long day of teaching English at Sandoval High School, her students had worn her out and she was feeling every bit her age. Her long braids cascaded over her forehead as she leaned forward and laid her head on the table. All she wanted was a long hot bath and her bed. As she stood up to set the bath, she passed her hallway mirror and took a long look at herself. Grace looked deep into the mirror, her skin didn’t bely its owner’s 41 years of age. Her skin was soft, supple and wrinkle free. The hue of Grace’s skin was a mixture of caramel and chocolate giving Grace a beautiful cinnamon complexion which shimmered in the sun. She had very studious eyes set in an oval shaped face with two deep dimples in each cheek. Her lips were a perfect pout that turned into the most dazzling smile. She ran her hands against her legs, which had endured many tortuous days doing squats on a regular basis, but the results were well worth it as she continued to admire herself in the mirror. Her two well-toned chiseled legs led to a perfectly round behind that moved to it’s own beat. Grace smiled as she turned and looked at herself. Most people didn’t believe her when she told them her age. She turned and stepped into the bathroom to set her bath when the phone rang. “Hello”. She answered, “Hey I hope I didn’t disturb you” It was her colleague Trey. “No I was just getting ready for a bath” Grace answered. “Oh I thought we were going jogging later—you still want to go right?” Trey hoped trying to hide his disappointment, he enjoyed hanging with Grace they were just friends but he wanted so much more. “Yeah we’re still going I didn’t forget about putting a whipping on your butt” joked Grace. “Ok see ya later then” and Trey clicked off the phone. Grace hung up amused with herself. Trey was a cutie but too young for her, she knew he wanted more, but Grace told him several times she wasn’t having it. He had become a good trusted friend and they usually did most things together. Most of the colleagues at work, thought something was going on between them, but she let them think what they wanted. Teachers always need something to gossip about. Grace continued to giggle to herself as she stepped into the hot steaming tub of water. “Ah” her body needed this, as the hot steaming water engulfed her body, she needed this as much as it needed a man’s touch, it had been awhile since her last relationship and Grace’s body was sending her signals. Grace ignored the message her body was trying to send her, thinking of a man’s touch was the last thing she needed as she was about to meet with Trey. She smiled to herself Trey may be young, but shit he was fine. Grace washed up and got out of the tub, the sensation of the towel passing between her legs caused a shiver to run through her body. Grace pulled her legs together quickly Oh Yeah she thought, she was really going to need this jog, she needed to get rid of this extra pent up energy, she walked into her bedroom and began getting dressed, when her intercom bell rang. Grace rang down it was Trey ready for his workout. “Come on up” she yelled as she buzzed him into the brownstone. Trey bounded up the stairs calling Grace out, “Come on girl and get this ass whooping, “ he shouted as he came through her door. Grace laughed as she stepped out of her room. Immediately she was struck by Trey’s physique his pecs, ass, and abs seemed to pierce through his running suit, she couldn’t help but stare damn he looks good she thought as she drank in the vision of her friend. Grace felt herself getting moist, the heat rising to her face, she began to blush, she lowered her head hoping Trey hadn’t noticed and began to busy herself with her running shoes. Trey came closer to her playfully bumping into her. Lord if he only knew she thought as she looked at Trey with his Hershey dipped skin and intense light brown eyes, he had muscles on every part of his body, you really had to thank God for this specimen of a man. His lips were soft and slightly pink and were so kissable, you just wanted to taste them. He had broad shoulders, that led to a set of pecs, that you could only wish to lay on, she could see their outline under his t-shirt, she let out a slow breath…damn…she glanced up to see him flexing his arms, each chiseled muscle rippling before her eyes, each bicep defined. Grace looked away, before she fell off the chair, she knew he had to of noticed the way she was staring at him…God his legs looked like chocolate granite. Damn her hormones were raging she thought to herself.