As we line up to run, I see Jack Dupp, the student helper, signal for us to start running which I found peculiar. Why didn’t Ashley do it? A few moments later I got my answer. Ashley was lined up to run with us! Never before in my entire school career had I seen a gym teacher who actually participated in the exercises and warm up.

Since I’m in the back, I have to sprint to catch up with her, but not before taking a good look at her ass.

“Hey,” I greet.

“Hi,” she responds, unsure of how to approach me. Then, in a somewhat softer voice she asks, “How am I doing, you know, with the whole teaching thing?”

“So far so good,” I say while smiling my first real smile since we went downtown. “It surprised me when you started running with us, though.”

“I figure that if I don’t do the work every once and a while, I can’t expect anybody else to do it either,” she explains.

“And for that you’re better than most.” I continue, “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Now I have to break out my dancing shoes, right?”

“Of course. We have to tear up the dance floor.”

“I haven’t torn up the dance floor since college,” she informs me.

“When was that? Like two weeks ago?”

“No,” she says, pretending to be offended. She softly corrects me, “It was three.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I’m just joking. Actually I dropped out of college after sophomore year when I was twenty. Now a year later I’m here in L.A. doing whatever suits my fancy.”

“Where do you want me to pick you up?” I ask, abruptly changing the subject.

“My house will be fine,” she pants. We’re nearing the end of our last lap. “I’ll give you the address after school. She stops running to catch her breath, so I stop, too.

“All right everybody! That’s enough. Gather around the whiteboard.”

When everyone forms a circle around her she starts to talk.

“Our first unit for P.E. is flag football.”

A few cheers go up and afterwards she explains the rules. By this point I’m zoned out. Her skin is covered in a thin layer of sheen so she glistens.

Even her sweat smells good, I marvel.

“…hurry and choose teams of five.”

Everyone scrambles to get into teams with their friends.

Madison and I automatically join each other but we need three more people.

“Ty is cute. Let’s get him.”

“Ty Tass? He’s cute but he’s also gay Madison. Give it up.”

“Still, he needs a team. Let’s snag him and his boyfriend before they choose somebody else.

Ty and his beau easily accept, but that still left us one person short.

I scanned the gym and to my disappointment the pickings were slim and getting slimmer by the second. Every time I would suggest someone they would automatically be taken. This continued until there was no one left. Ashley noticed out predicament and made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.

“How about I join your team? I’m not much of a football player but I could contribute a bit to the team.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Davies. Spencer is all the player we need.”

“What?” she asks confused.

I elbow Madison in the ribs.

“She means I’m good at football. Right, Mads?”

“Yep,” she says, grimacing in pain.

The bell rings a few minutes later and I follow Ms. Davies to her office.

She hands me a piece of paper with an address and phone number on it. 

“I know you said you’d be there at eight tomorrow, but could you come a little bit earlier? I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure. Would seven be too early?”

“No, seven is fine. Now hurry before you miss the bus,” she says, playfully smacking my ass with a towel.

I jump and grab where she hit me before scurrying out of her office.

Eat up. Enjoy. Don’t vomit. Just comment XD