Dressed in a black dress that jealously tried to hide her slender legs and a black coat whose tie was casually tied around her slender waist, she attracted the attention of men and women. She felt the stares that fell on her body with  desire, just as she felt the envy that women gave her every day with every look. She didn't want to be the center of attention, and it certainly wasn't her fault that she was born with such beauty and a body made for passionate touch.

Still, there were times when she enjoyed the attention. She was quite capable of turning lustful looks into passionate nights, but only when she felt too depressed and lonely. It was only after a few hot hours that she again felt lonely again.

Carmen strode gracefully along the crowded path that led to the high school where she taught history. In addition to today's class, which would last until late afternoon, she agreed to stay an extra hour to as a substitute teacher. She was willing to turn down the request of a colleague who could have been her mother, but her cold heart still could not do it. Professor Camilla was becoming a grandmother for the third time, which was reason enough for Carmen to take her senior class. Carmen felt a slight discomfort that she had to spend an entire hour with these uncouth savages, but she did not show it with any facial expressions. Nor did she intend to.

The students prepared for the first lesson that afternoon, but she also heard rapid footsteps approaching her. She tried to quicken her pace, but Professor Gabriel stopped her.

"Carmen!" Awkwardly, he closed in on her.

"Hello." He spoke softly, then lifted the black glasses that hung down with his index finger.

Her full lips curved into a smile that did not reach her beautiful brown eyes, framed by a wisp of elegant black hair.

But still, Gabriel felt his knees buckle at the sight of her divine beauty. She was an unsurpassed woman whose looks were a problem for many men. And he was among them.

He was satisfied with her silence, her scent was more than enough.

When she sat down in the hall, with a small chrome bag that perfectly matched her thin forearm are colleagues, they were silent for a while, then continued with the story and greeted her briefly.

She did not stay long, because she was never comfortable in company, especially because many people thought she got the job thanks to her looks, not because of her knowledge. And she was a smart young woman for whom beauty was often a curse. A perfect proof of this is her ex-husband, who will spend a long time in prison. She shook at the thought of him and all she had been through with him. She did not want to repeat the trauma. God is her witness that she did not deserve it in any way. Instead, she was the architect of her own happiness and had unwittingly dug a deep grave for herself.

The bell rang for the beginning of the first lesson. She waited until the students had piled up in the corridor and then made her way to the classroom where she was to begin the lesson.

***

After the bell signaled the end of fifth period, she emerged from the stuffy classrooms. Instead of going to the office to retrieve the class diary she was to teach as a substitute teacher, she turned left down the hallway and headed for the staff restroom. 

She fixed the red lipstick on her lips, fixed the hair that reached her shoulders. A brief sadness hit her stomach, until  yesterday that she had long blonde hair. But her moods were like weather forecasts. Out of the blue, she decided to go to the hairdresser, add waves in her hair and dye her hair a different color, black. She liked a new hairstyle, so there was no room for feeling sad.

She pulled her shoulders together and took a deep breath. She grabbed the handbag from the white sink and, graceful as always, went to get the diary.

As she climbed the stairs, she thought about what she could discuss with the graduates. She had countless topics of that caught her attention, but one could never be sure that much by the number of raging puberty hormones, in one place. She was a few minutes late, but even those few minutes were enough to make an unbearable racket for the graduates. She entered the medium-sized room where students were running amok. No one was in their place, they were yelling, laughing, all sorts of simple things... Carmen was used to how wild students could be, but this class was described as the worst in the entire school. And that's after rules, absences, and average. No one noticed her entrance. Almost no one. Carmen was unawareof a deep green gaze that had been watching her before. That same gaze was consuming and greedily absorbing her at that moment.

With a loud crash, she dropped the diary on the table. She attracted the attention of the students, but also reach the expected silence. The silence lasted only a short time, then the commotion started again.

"Please take your seats." She said firmly.

"You could have let us go?" Asked a voice, thanking for several approvals.

"We're going to get a lesson. Take your seats now." She repeated. She pulled out a chair and sat on it. She looked in her purse for a pen, then opened the diary to take notes on the lesson.

A slight uneasiness came over her as eyes lingered on her.

She hated being a sexual fantasy for boys who didn't even have mustaches, but there was absolutely nothing she could do.

"OK." She sighed slightly and put the pen back in her purse.

She placed her coat on the back of the chair and then propped her elbows on the table in front of her. She kept her upper body upright while her legs were elegantly crossed.

"Since your teacher is absent, I will substitute for her this time in the lesson. I hope there will be no problems and that we will use the next forty minutes wisely."

Someone joked that they would not protest even if she left all the subjects to her, but she decided to remain silent.

"My name is Carmen and I am a professor of history. I would like to hear from you

''Names. Here, introduce yourself."

She pointed her hand at the student sitting in the first row, and when she said her name, the others did so in turn. She was surprised. She had expected chaos in the class, but they all sat quietly.

Sometimes someone would throw something, but she did not take that nonsense as mean.

She tried to remember all these names, but only a part of them remained in her mind.

"I'm Lola." The student from the back bench of the middle row introduced herself.

As she stood up, she noticed her school uniform. A white shirt that sat tightly on her chest with several buttons undone unnecessarily, a gray skirt that was pulled up too far and revealed her bare legs. Someone else was sitting next to Lola, and Carmen had to shout to see who it was. Since no one came forward, she decided to speak up.

"Lola, would you tell a friend to stand up and introduce themselves?"

The students laughed, and she didn't understand why. When she looked at Lola a little closer, she understood the reason for the other students' laughter.

Her lips were swollen and her hair was disheveled. Carmen was horrified at the simpleton of these barely adult daks who did not obey the school rules.

"My name is Fabian." Hearing a man's voice, she almost thought that someone older was coming to her class, and when the tall occasion appeared in all its grandeur, she was convinced that this boy really sneaked in.

At the sight of his serious face, deep green eyes, and lips swollen from activity with Lola, her mouth was slightly dry. While speaking, she moistened her lips and asked.

"Fabian, how old are you?"

When he touched Lola before the class began, he was extremely horny.

But now he felt the fire in his body. An unbearable pain shot through his veins and threatened to turn him into ashes.

"I'm eighteen years old, Professor Carmen." Certainly a little, he said languidly.

Professor Carmen…....., the deliberately drawn-out pronunciation of her name and title, produced an inexplicable feeling in her stomach. The classroom was warm, and she felt even more heat rising in her body. She scolded herself in her mind.

The young man was beautiful. His upper body was perfectly proportioned, wrapped in a white shirt that was part of the school uniform and a jacket that was his. The skin of the face was without a single imperfection, and the green eyes were simply breathtaking. She thought about how all those girls felt in his presence, and when she noticed a few appreciative looks, she knew that he was everyone's dream.

"You can sit down." She spoke and glanced at Fabian, then moved it to the other students.

For some reason Fabian was deeply troubled by the way she looked at him. He was sure of himself and his appearance and had expected more attention from the professor. He expected her to start chatting, but she stopped him cold where he belonged. Lola's hand wandered to his hot crotch, but he lost all interest. His head felt like he was going crazy. He was a problem with this school, all the people knew  him, and she didn't even know his name.

And he watched her.

He watched her for months, imagining her horniness in his head, the body undressing before his eyes and waving a finger at him to take her while she lay naked on the bed. She was an inspiration. When his head became too full, he took a pen and a notebook and wrote verses dedicated to her. Near her he lost his ability to act, while the inspiration flowed unstoppably.

He would become mute while writing lines of ecstasy in his head, blessing the beauties.

She changed her hair, he noticed. Now she had shorter black hair framing the oval face, and the loose short curls hid her wildness. He was very sure that she was a woman of passion. How many girls and women longed for him, he is so arrogant and rude. He longed for just one look from her.

Time flew by, and as she looked at her thin gold watch resting on her wrist, the sound of the bell approached. She managed a nice communication with the students. She learned about their plans, desires and dreams that they want to realise after graduating from high school, but she was also a little sad because some of them were not interested. But she was satisfied.

She will not return to this class.

As she put on her coat and took her things from the table, she realised the look she had successfully avoided all lesson. But now she could not.

She felt like a schoolgirl again as she looked at this arrogant young man. After she left the classroom, she felt a tingle down her back. She ruffled her hair and hurried to the conference room to leave her diary behind, and as she left the school far behind, one name stuck.

Fabian...