Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Textual Attraction Chapter One It was almost 2 a.m. when Alison Olsen swayed through the door of her one-bedroom apartment, her head swimming pleasantly from the generous amount of gin still coursing through her veins. Friday nights had been her favourite since way back in her teens, and now, at thirty-three years of age, she still found the occasional weekend on which to go out and get tipsy with her closest friends. Voicing a loud whoop! to nobody but herself, the secondary school teacher plopped onto her couch and pulled out her phone, little more than habit drawing her back to the small rectangular screen that displayed her Facebook feed. Already there were photos posted that had been taken but an hour or two before, and after those the endless scrolling brought little of note. Alison's thoughts turned back to school, as they often did. She had an excellent rapport with the vast majority of her students, and her bubbly personality made her one of the more popular teachers at Bracknell S.S.E. Her appearance didn't hurt either at five foot three and one hundred and ten pounds, her oval face framed by long, luxuriant brown hair and beset with glassy blue eyes, Ms. Olsen's slim figure and busty C-cup breasts made her a near unanimous favourite of boys across the school. She knew it too. If she didn't, it would have become apparent after she gave her personal phone number out to students at the start of the year. Despite her warnings that she should only be contacted in case of issues relating to homework assignments or personal problems, she had received a slow deluge of text messages that she couldn't help but find cute. Many of her students were almost men grown, but in her eyes they were still boys, still in need of guidance, and still prone to boyish crushes. She could think of worse things to be than the object of a schoolboy's desire. Swiping out of Facebook, she moved to browse her messages. Only three hours before she had received one from Aaron Westland that had made her laugh. She doubted very much that any of her fellow teachers held such a playful rapport with their students, but she knew too that few of her colleagues drew the same kind of glances from the Bracknell boys. She'd never admitted it to anyone but herself, but knowing that whole classrooms of teenage boys lusted after her was more than a little arousing. She thought of her own secret crush, Tyler Martin. If only anyone knew! She, a grown woman, fantasising about a boy half her age. She couldn't help it, though. Tyler was an attractive youth, dark-skinned and devilishly handsome, and the wrongness of her attraction to him only made it all the more exciting. Her alcohol-infused brain called back the mild concern she'd felt for him over the past week, and she hoped again that he was ok. He'd seemed much quieter than usual. Without giving much consideration to the time of night, or to the real motivations behind her actions, she pulled up her student's number and typed out a message. It read Ms Olsen said Hey tyler. Its Ms Olsen, is everything ok? You seemed quiet this week Click to expand... She hit send without hesitation, even missing the small omission of a capital T at the beginning of his name that would have offended her sensibilities as an English teacher had she caught it. No sooner had she hit send than she was adding a quick follow up Ms Olsen said Worrying about you over here! Click to expand...