Chapter 2

What followed was easily the most engaging history class of Chase’s life. Just like he’d predicted Mr. Decker would do, Miss Lily didn’t say much, letting everyone study for the upcoming finals on their own. And yet, every pair of eyes in the room stayed trained on her for the whole hour and a half class period. Chase would have bet his life that from the moment class started, to when it ended, nobody so much as glanced at the study guides.

They were like cats watching a bird through the window, which was ironic since Miss Lily gave off an aura that left no doubt as to who was the predator here and who was the prey. The boys weren’t even pretending not to have fallen in love the moment she walked into the room, and Chase had a feeling the girls were split down the middle between seething with jealousy and wrestling with some very confusing new emotions.

For her part, Miss Lily was clearly enjoying all the attention, though she always covered it up with an air of innocent obliviousness. She wore a tight blue and white striped button-up shirt that clung to every inch of her skin it touched as if it had been painted on. More than half the buttons were undone just to allow her ample bust to fit, and Chase’s eyes followed the bumps in the fabric her nipples made, hypnotized. They bounced playfully with each step she took, and Chase’s breath would catch in his throat every time, wondering if that bounce would be the one that finally caused them to pop free from their tight, restrictive prison.

Judging by the quiet gasps he heard all around the classroom, he wasn’t the only one.

She also wore a light blue skirt that reached to the middle of her thighs above a pair of thong sandals that she somehow made look more erotic than high heels. Like her shirt, she was stretching the skirt’s elasticity for every inch she could coax out of it. Her ass cheeks were plainly outlined beneath the fabric, and the way they flexed and jiggled was enough to make any straight man drool.

Every move she made seemed to cause the exquisitely rounded body she was hiding from them to bulge and pop in new and tantalizing ways, and before two minutes had passed, Chase knew he was going to have to make a stop by the restroom before next period to calm his cock down. For once, though, he didn’t mind. Miss Lily was ... there was no other word for it but perfect. Chase had never been into bigger girls, vastly preferring slim and petite ones—like Krista—but now that this sultry goddess had sashayed into his life, his previous likes and dislikes felt downright childish. He had spent his years craving candy, completely unaware of the rare, juicy steak that was waiting for him.

It was almost unnatural, like the result of one of those supersoldier programs in scifi movies, except instead of creating unstoppable killing machines they had genetically engineered the world’s most beautiful creature. Curves on top of curves, but without even a hint of flab. There was muscle beneath that skin, but at the same time, Chase knew that if he were ever lucky enough to lay a finger on her, he would never touch anything more heavenly soft for the rest of her life. Miss Lily had struck the mythical, eternally coveted balance that made a woman worthy of being called thick. Chubby, but not fat. Toned, but not muscular. Firm and round, but still soft and feminine.

Miss Lily wasn’t just sexy—she was sex.

Too soon, the bell rang and Miss Lily dismissed them to go to their next class. The other students rose to their feet, oddly quiet as they filed out of the room. For the first time that Chase could remember, they actually seemed reluctant to leave history class. There was no mystery as to why, of course, as a chorus of grunts, apologies, and curses rang out from the doorway as people began running into each other in their efforts to keep their eyes on Miss Lily for just a second or two longer.

Chase was a little relieved to see more than a few bulges in the other guys’ pants—not that he was in the habit of looking—but he still waited until the room was mostly empty to get up from his desk. He’d spent so many years desperately hiding his untimely erections that, even the one time nobody would have judged him for it, he couldn’t bring himself to let anyone see it.

He cursed silently that this had to happen during summer. If it had been fall or winter, he’d have been able to tie his jacket around his waist. He’d still have had to rush to the bathroom to get rid of the unwelcome bulge, but at least he’d have been able to walk down the hallway without trying to act natural while he hunched over and held his backpack in front of his crotch.