She was about to walk into her first period, Art One, when she was slammed into, her bag dropping to the ground, contents spilling onto the floor. "Move it Rosenberg I wanna get a good seat!" The big jock whose name was Larry said as he hurriedly went into the classroom.
"Thanks Larry you fucking jerk." Willow grumbled, bending over to retrieve her books and pencils.
"Here, let me help you." A soft voice says. Willow looks up quickly to see the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen in front of her. This girl had long blonde hair that went past her shoulders, and amazing sparkling blue eyes. She wore a long black skirt and a dark-green top that revealed the tops of her very supple breasts. Willow couldn't help but stare at this blonde haired goddess who stood before her.
"Thanks." Willow could hardly mumble at the girl bent over to help her. Willow reached out to pick up a book, as the girl did the same, picking up the same book, their fingers brushed. Willow almost gasped at the touch, feeling something like electricity runs through her body at the light brush of the blondes fingers. Green eyes met blue as Willow uttered a "Thank you." She couldn't take her eyes off this girl. This beautiful, sexy, sultry girl with amazing breasts. Ok Anya's right. I am a breast gal.
"No problem." The blonde says with a smile. Willow finishes putting her things in her bag, placing her bag over her shoulder again and straightens up.
"I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg." She says, eyes still on the girl.
"I'm Tara." The other girl says, extending her hand. Willow takes it, shaking it gently. Surprised at the warmth spreading in her body. Ok, is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?
"Nice to meet you Tara." She says with a smile. She hadn't let go of Tara's hand. Does she feel this too?
"You too, Willow." Tara says. The bell rings and Willow lets go of her hand quickly, and she can almost feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
"Well I'll see you inside." Tara says softly. And with one last lingering look, Willow walks into the room, scanning for an open seat, seeing on in the middle of the room, she sits down on the stool carefully, hoping her legs wouldn't give away. She looks around for Tara. She was standing in the front. Willow wondered if she was looking for a seat too. But she didn't sit down.
"Hello class. My name is Miss Maclay. You can call me Tara." Willow's eyes go wide with shock.
Oh my god. She's the teacher!