A Special Teacher p2

Part 2 to come

Her attractiveness aside, Isabelle was a gifted instructor and deeply versed in both the French language and culture. She also was extremely practiced in gracefully rejecting come-ons. Sophie saw both students and other faculty members try everything from subtle suggestions to blatant offers, and saw them all fail.

Sophie herself was by no means immune to the attraction of the sexy young woman. Her disability was increasing her attraction .

Sophie had no idea of Isabelle's sexual interests. She did know the teacher was single and didn't seem to be dating anyone, male or female. She didn't want to simply be one of the pushy horde that was always surrounding the teacher.

Fawning and breathing heavily over Isabelle didn't seem to be the way to stand out enough to get her attention, assuming that she would actually be interested, of course.

What Sophie was not to discover until later that Mlle Isabelle had already noticed Sophie. At first it was simply because the girl was well ahead of her classmates in her grasp of the language they were studying.

Then the young teacher had seen that Sophie was a sweet woman, always ready with a smile and a friendly word for everyone. She noticed also how Sophie was staring at her toes at the end of the cast.

Then one afternoon when the instructor standing on her crutches with her broken ankle resting on top of her good foot was unlocking her car in the faculty parking lot, she had caught a glimpse of Sophie at the parking pad where students were allowed to wash their cars.

She was wearing a tight pair of cut-off jeans and a brightly colored bikini top and was barefoot. Sophie stretched on her toes to run a soapy rag over the top of what Isabelle presumed was her car. The tightening muscles caused the teacher to stop and admire the young woman's legs, then her bottom, then all of her.

Several days later the classroom was just about empty. It was a Friday and the frat and sorority students were gone, getting a jump on the weekend. Most of the others were gone to join in an anti-war rally and protest.

Only Sophie and a bare handful of students were there and Isabelle dismissed the class early.

"Sophie," she called as the student neared the door.

"Yes, Mlle Isabelle?"

"Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure," Sophie replied immediately.

"Great, come to my office."



Part 3 to come