I was scared. I was nervous. I was sick and I had to pee, I had to pee really badly. Sweat formed on the back of my neck dampening my baby raven curls. I kept biting and licking my plump lips, a habit I formed over many of my high school years that involved countless soul-winching presentations.

         My door to my classroom opened. A woman stood there. She had a charming lopsided smile with warm brown eyes. They weren't dark nor muddy they looked like they could turn into a honeycomb color in the correct light. Short brown shoulder length hair that was extremely and naturally straight and knotless covered her naked ears. She held two coffee Styrofoam cups in both hands. Steam flew out from both.

        I straightened up from my desk trying to look presentable. She began to walk toward me, careful not to disrupt my students desks that were lined up all the way to the back in rows 5 times 7. She handed me a cup and then took a sip out of the other one leaning against one of my front row desks moving the history book that was laid on top.

         "What's your name?" She finally questioned after a moment of awkwardness, that I felt.

         "Black." I paused, "Mr. Ryder Black." I mentally chuckled at my James Bond impression.

          I began to relax. Not a whole lot but enough where my shoulders went slump and sat on my teachers desk careful to sweep away a stack of papers.

          "And yours," I questioned quirking my eyebrow something I did a lot when I worked at the bars as a bartender. A magnificent job, I may add.

          With a pleasing flirtatious smile she added, "Smart, Miss. Smart."

         I smirked. The game was on and wow did she look hot and not too old either. Her long legs were covered by business black pants and her twin plump breast were hidden but perked out of a nice light blue blouse. Maybe today would turn out alright. Just then the bell rang for class.

         "Well Mr. Black hopefully I'll see you around." She began to walk out with a swing of her hips and the clicking sounds of her black heels.

         Then she stopped at the door and turned back around leaning against the frame.

          "I'm two rooms down across from you." Then she left.

          She left like a wisp of smoke and my manhood awakened. Hastily I wiped the perverted smile off my face in time for my students to come in. I gulped loudly and let out a deep breath, my stomach doing flops, and my coffee threatening to come back up. I placed my coffee down and smiled at my first batch of students.

          There was a total of 20 of them. Most of them looked half asleep and the other half was perky, wide awake. They sat on unassigned desks and kept giving me curious stares. Here goes nothing.

         Three minutes later, a total of five minutes, rang the tardy bell. Then the pledge of allegiance followed with a  moment of silence started.

          "Hello class, my name is Mr. Ryder Black, and I am your new History teacher and I hope that you all will enjoy what I have to teach you. Now I'll be going to each desk and I will be asking to see your schedule to make sure everyone is in their correct class."

         I finished checking each students schedule careful not to bend and show my ass off to the other student, one of the things I hated while growing up.

          "Okay looks like everyone is in there correct class."  I said staring at a bunch of blank bored looks. "Okay..." Mayday, Mayday.

        I turned my back to the students as I went in search of the papers I moved earlier when I was conversing with Miss. Smart.

        "I would like you to answer as much as you can on this questioner that I am about to pass out to you and I hope you can answer them close to the truth as you can."

And that was how I started off my first class.