would spread like wildfire around the school. He could only hope Mandy would keep it to herself, like he'd asked her too. Let the gossipers question their relationship on the day of the dance and not before.
"Never said I wasn't," Anthony replied, still laughing.
"Well, you guys won't believe who asked me to the dance," Randal boasted, puffing out chest like Pop-Eye.
"Who?" they all asked curiously.
"Taylor Swift."
"Ahhh man." They all waved their hands dismissively.
"Taylor Swift would not even touch you in your dreams, fatty," Anthony quipped.
Randal snorted. "After one ride on my face, Taylor Swift would be begging to be in my dreams."
"After one ride on your face there would be nothing left of her," Anthony laughed, "because you would have swallowed her whole, Stay Puff."
Randal peered behind Anthony as if looking at something. "Yo, I see Aikman." Cupping his hands over his mouth, Randal yelled, "Yo Aikman, come get these nuts on that nerdy dome of yours."
Anthony grew red in the face. "Yo, you fat fuck. Stop talking about that shit—"
The bell chose to ring right then, cutting off Anthony's words.
Then the boys began walking to their math class.
"I wonder what Keisha will be wearing today?" Joseph asked as they moved through the flowing hallway.
That was the same thing Zack wondered. The woman always seemed to wear tight dresses with belts that showed off her slim waist and womanly figure. Zack would never admit it to his friends, but sometimes he would start catching wood if he stared at her body for too long.
She was that sexy.
"Don't know, but I'd wish she'd come give me math lessons at home," Anthony said with a shake of his head. "And I'd give her a lesson from The Great One that she would never forget."
Randal snorted with contempt. "Like she would give your pale face and your pencil dick the time of day."
"Hey, at least I can see my dick," Anthony shot back.
"But you can't see the drool on your chin—"
Zack zoned his friends out. He suddenly had an idea that burned in his brain like wildfire.
Inside the class, the mystery of what Keisha was wearing was revealed; a sea-blue dress with a white belt at the center complete with pearly, white heels. It went without saying that she looked fantastic.
It only made Zack that much more determined.
"Good morning class," Keisha greeted them gracefully. "You all look so good today."
"Good morning Keisha," most of the students responded, causing her to beam happily.
For a moment, Zack was sure her eyes were resting on his face, but they quickly moved on to the rest of the room.
"As you all know I have a quiz planned for today, so I hope you are all prepared." Her heels clicking the floor, she walked over to the chalkboard to scribble out a few equations. As she was doing so, Zack could only bite his lip at how good her ass looked in that dress.
Shit.
Zack felt his pants tightening uncomfortably.
Fuck.
This had happened to him before, but today seemed to be worse. He was extra horny.
After she was done, Keisha set down the piece of chalk, clapping her hands to remove the dust.
"Now," she announced. "After I take roll, we will begin the test." She looked around the room. "Any questions?"
Yeah, why are you so damn hot?
Zack was still shocked by his attraction to the black woman. He'd never given much thought about black girls, having not been around that many, but he could not believe how much the older woman turned him on.
It's because it's something different, he told himself . Something exotic.
"None?" Once again, it seemed like Keisha looked at him. "Okay, let's take roll."
When she was done, she began handing out the test papers. As she got to Zack, he could feel himself straining against his pants. The smell of her intoxicating perfume only intensified his lust.
"You okay Zack?" Keisha asked with concern, setting down his quiz on his desk.
Wow , he thought with awe. She knows my name.
It made him feel good that out of the hundreds