Becoming Lynda

I was doing ok, had friends, and was enjoying my summer. We went to the beach, went swimming, went to the parks, and even spent time going to the Mall and hanging out or to the movies. It was an uneventful and normal summer vacation. All to soon it was over and time to start school again. My last year of Junior high, and the chance to take elective classes each of the two semesters.

The previous semester, I had taken an art class that was required, and I had chosen the ceramics and art forms class. Needless to say, I wasn't really into drawing or painting, and this class would give me a chance to work with clay, and other substances to "create" art. I had enjoyed the work, and even got a chance to do some things with plastics, and Plexiglas. I had decided to use one of my electives this new semester, to be a T.A. (Teacher's Assistant) in that ceramics class. I had other classes, usual things like history, math, etc. and was looking forward to school starting.

I didn't know just how much my life was going to change that semester. School started and all looked like usual, friends talking about their summer vacations, goofing off in the hallways by the lockers, watching the girls, teasing the younger kids.. you know, you all did it...

Well, I got to all my classes, and not much had changed.. same teachers, same kids, and it looked like just about every other semester I had experienced. When it cam time to go to "Art" class, I headed to the proper classroom. I got there along with the other kids, and seeing as I was going to be the T.A. I took a stool and sat over by the supply room, in the back and away from the tables where the students sat. I knew this was where I should be, as the T.A. from last semester had graduated but this is where the T.A's all sat last year. I waited for Mrs. Jennings to arrive to start class. I sat there and was chatting with one of my best friends, a girl named Jodi. She was in a lot of my classes the last three semesters and we had become very good friends over the last few years.

While talking to Jodi, I didn't see that someone had walked into the room and was about to walk up to the blackboard. It got real quiet in the room, and I looked up to see a vision of beauty. There in the front of the classroom was this tall, lean, sexy woman. Maybe about 24 or 25, I wasn't sure. Platinum Blonde hair almost halfway down her back. Blue eyes that looked like deep pools of water, and as I looked further.. a fantastic figure.. A young boy's perfect dream or fantasy woman. She was writing her name on the board, and then explaining that she was replacing Mrs. Jennings. Her name was Miss Jan McNeil (not her real name, but close enough). WOW, I thought she was beautiful. I listened to her soft sensual voice and was immediately taken to a land of dreams and fantasies...

She started taking roll, and when finished she noticed me sitting there and I hadn't responded to her calling out any of the names.. She asked me who I was and I told her I was the T.A. for this class, and she marked it down, and proceeded to talk to the class about the projects and things that they would be doing this semester. I just sat there watching every move of her body, looking at the movement of her hair, her legs, memorizing every thing about her. I think at that moment, nothing could ever make me forget her.

She continued to explain about the class, and seemed to every once in awhile glance over at me and smile. It was these looks and smiles that had my mind thinking all kinds of things. Well, I was a teenager, I was male, and I was normal.. and She was beautiful. School looked a whole lot different at that point. I was very interested to see what I might learn this semester. Little did I know what was about to happen.

The semester proceeded just like any other, with the only difference being Miss McNeil. Everyone was noticing her. She had long legs, a very sexy walk, and she wore very classy outfits. Mostly long ankle length skirts or dresses, once in awhile the skirt or dress would only go to her lower calf, but never higher than that. I noticed all the guys looking at her as she walked, I noticed the girls looking at her and then at the guys looking at her. I heard comments from the guys, and the girls.. I kept my mouth shut, never commenting on her, her looks or anything that was said. During class I spent most of the time in the supply room, with the half-door open to hand out supplies, or to let me watch what was happening in the classroom. Next to the supply room was the kiln room, it was a large square room with shelves on all four walls, and a large kiln for firing the clay in the center.

About halfway through the semester, I had been working hard at not only helping her do the glazing and firing of the student art and ceramic pieces, but had also stopped by the kiln room after school on those days that we had fired up the kiln, to help empty the kiln and to make sure that it was off and cooling before the ceramics room was locked up for the day. On one of these days, I had walked in and not seen anyone there. I put down my books, and as I walked from the supply room to the kiln room, I stopped short. As I looked in from behind the open door, I noticed Miss McNeil in the kiln room. This was not odd, but to see her as I did was. She had her leg raised and her foot resting on one of the lower shelves. Her long skirt was raised up on her thigh, and she was adjusting her stocking. It was a thigh high stocking and she was adjusting the garter strap to make sure it was tight. As I watched, she ran her hand up her leg from about the ankle to her thigh, then adjusted the strap, she then changed feet and did the same to the other leg. As she lowered her foot back to the ground, I quickly stepped back to the supply room and made some noises, then came out of the supply room. As I reached out to swing the kiln room door open Miss McNeil was removing items from the kiln and I said hello to her, she turned her head towards me, and asked if I was there to help her.

I nodded in the affirmative as my throat seemed to be not working and I couldn't seem to speak up. I felt my face getting red, and they way she looked at me, I was sure that she knew that I had seen her. I was hoping that she didn't know that I had observed her stockings and her legs. I looked slightly down, so that I didn't have to look her in the eyes, and noticed that my youthful erection was still pressing against my jeans, now I knew that she knew, and I even felt more embarrassed.

I stepped around past her, and as I moved to the other side she started handing me items from the kiln which I placed on the proper shelves. After we had emptied the kiln, we locked up the kiln room, I grabbed my things from the supply room and locked the door. As we walked out of the classroom, Miss McNeil locked the room and we started walking down the hallway to the school gates. As we approached the gate, she asked me if I needed a ride. I shook my head and mumbled that I was walking home. She looked at her watch, and stated that she would give me a ride as it was a lot later than usual.

As we got to her car, she unlocked the passenger door, and I got in, she walked to the driver side, and got in. As she got in her skirt rode up to her knees, and she casually pulled it up just a little bit higher. As she did this, she looked to me and said, "I know you saw my legs in the kiln room so I don't think that just seeing my knees will have the same effect as earlier." I looked at her, and she was smiling. If I thought I was embarrassed before, now I really was. She smiled and said not to worry about it as she had done it on purpose, to acknowledge my appreciation of her, and that she had known for awhile that I had looked at her a lot. She then placed her hand on my leg and while rubbing it lightly, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, telling me that it was ok for me to be looking at her.

Miss McNeil then started the car and drove me home. I walked into my room, put down my books, and sat down, thinking about what I had seen, what she had said, and also thought how good her hand felt while rubbing my leg. I noticed that I was again feeling a stiffness in my pants, and that I had to do something about it. I closed my bedroom door, and pulled off my jeans. Laying down on my bed, I thought about her legs, her stockings, the garter belt.

Nothing really happened, but I noticed that her skirts seemed to be getting a little bit shorter as it got closer to the end of the semester. By the Christmas holidays, her skirts were up past her knees, and were actually about 2 or three inches above the knee. And boy did she have nice legs. About a week before the end of the semester, Miss McNeil asked me if I was willing to be her T.A. for the next semester as well, and that if I agreed to do so, I would have a guaranteed "A" for both semesters. I jumped at the chance for the "easy" A as a grade.

Well, Christmas break was way to short, all of my friends and I had a lot of fun, and on more than one night I had fun in my bed, just thinking about seeing more of Miss McNeil and her body.. and yes, every time I stroked myself thinking about her, I came profusely. With the New Year, comes more School. Classes were normal, even the ceramics class was the same as the previous semester just with different faces. Miss McNeil's dresses were still just above the knees, and were still tight around her waist and rear. Once in awhile I could even detect panty lines, or even the outline of her garters. I don't' think anyone else noticed, but I did. Her blouses seemed to be either very silky and shiny or if not shiny, the were made of a light-weight material, that seemed to be very thin. Never sheer or see-thru, but it was clear to me that the times she didn't have a jacket or sweater on, I could make out the outline of her lingerie. Some times it even seemed like she might have been bra less, and it looked like her nipples were standing out under the blouse.

During this second semester, I had spent many early afternoons helping Miss McNeil with the kiln room, and other class related projects, and we had spent many hours talking, about me, about her, about school and other things. She was single, not dating, and if I had understood her meanings, she was interested in men and women. In fact, she even mentioned one time, that she found my best friend Jodi, to be a very interesting and "cute" young woman. She even wondered out loud, as to why I wasn't spending time with Jody, as Jody seemed to be very interested in me. I had to agree that Jody was cute, and had a great smile. I thought that Jodi was pretty sexy myself. But we had never become anything other than best friends. We had gone through all three years of Junior High, as friends, had gone to a few school dances and one or two time we had even shared a few great kisses. But for some reason, Jodi and I had never done anything more, and we were very close friends.

Well, in my opinion, the semester ended too soon, yet, I was glad to finally have graduated Junior high. Another summer gone by and I started High School. Having younger brothers in junior high, I had on numerous times had to go and meet them after school, and on a number of occasions I ran into Miss McNeil, and we became friends and would sit and chat frequently. During the three years that I was in high school, I moved out of my mother's home, and had moved in with my grandmother. Partly to get away from my mother, and partly to be able to help and take care of my grandmother. My Mother had mentioned something about paying rent at home, so I figured move in with Grandma, help her and not pay rent was a lot better. Besides, most of my friends lived nearby, and it was close to all the places that I usually went when I had free time. She had a nice two bedroom apartment near my school, and there were three or four other apartment complexes on the same street and across the street.

One day, I had stopped by the junior high to give my brother something, and as I was walking past, I stopped to say hi to Miss McNeil. She was just getting ready to lock up, so she said that we should talk as we walked to her car. We spoke about school, my brothers, and other mundane things. When we got to her car, she asked if I needed a ride. I told her I was now living with my grandmother and that the apartment was in a different direction from where she used to give me rides. I told her where it was and she stated that she knew exactly where it was, as she had moved into an apartment right across the street. We got in and she drove us there. As she pulled into the parking lot of the apartments that she lived in, I pointed out our apartment right across the street. She smiled, and said that it would be wonderful to have friends so close, and that she was glad that we would be able to see each other more often as we lived so close to one another. I smiled at that and realized that I too liked that idea. Hey, I was now in high school, and it would be great to have such a beautiful woman to spend time with.

We continued to see each other often, and I had been to her apartment many times. We would talk, play card or board games, go swimming, go to the movies, out for a bite to eat. We became very close friends. Occasionally we would take her car and drive up the coast past all the beaches, and stop somewhere near Zuma or Malibu for a bite to eat. This was great fun, we usually drove over the hill to the Topanga beaches, but would then go north to Zuma or even Malibu. These trips were very interesting, we saw a lot of different people, stopped in many stores and small shops. We would stop different places to eat. And occasionally walk along the beach at different locations. These trips to the beach often led to getting a lot of sand in the car. Once every other week she would take her car to get washed. A couple of times, I suggested that we wash her car in the parking lot, as it would be fun, easy, and save her a few bucks. She said that she would think about it and that maybe one weekend we might just do that.

Well, that one weekend finally came. I was just getting up for another lazy Saturday doing nothing. No homework, as it was almost the last week of school for the semester. I was glad that it was now time for me to finish school, and I had decided to skip a semester and then go to college. I had just gotten out of bed, and put on some shorts and a T-shirt when the phone rang. I answered it and it was Jan. Well, it was Miss McNeil, but sometime during our friendship she had asked me to call her Jan when we were not at the junior high school where she taught. Jan wanted to know if I was interested in going out for breakfast, and then helping her wash her car in the parking lot, and then maybe go for a swim in the pool at her complex. I said sure, and after hanging up, told my grandmother that I was headed out for the better part of the day. Making sure that she didn't need anything I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me as I left.

I walked across the street, and Jan was just walking out of the building and headed to her car. I guess I should tell you more about Jan. She was tall, about 5'9 or 10, lean, long legs that seemed to go on for ever. She had Platinum Blonde hair that hung almost halfway down her back. She mostly wore longer skirts and dresses, and not until the last couple of years did she show much more that her ankles. Her fairly recent change in dress was only to show a little more of her great legs. Mostly just below the knee, but on one or two occasions she wore her skirts or dresses just above the knees. Jan was a fine and classy woman, wearing stockings and a garter belt on many occasions, and I would have to guess that on other times she wore pantyhose. She was always dressed beautifully and it was a wonder to see that she had a large wardrobe, as I don't think I ever saw her wear the same outfit more than 2 or three times, and I had known her for about 4 years at this point.

Today, I was really surprised. As I saw her walking to her car I saw the longest legs I had ever seen. They went from thin softly rounded ankles, to long lean gracefully rounded calves, her knees were smooth and led up to thighs that showed smooth lines, and just a hint of the muscle that was inside. To say I was awestruck, would be an understatement. She was wearing a pair of blue denim short shorts, to say that they looked sprayed on would be putting it mildly. Her top, was a white dress shirt, that was tied up under her chest, showing her long lean torso, and flat belly and stomach. I had never in my life seen her dressed this revealing or I almost thought skimpy. There were only two buttons on her shirt that were buttoned, and the top two or three were open showing that she did in fact have a very impressive chest. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and swung back and forth as she walked towards the car. I actually whistled at her, and could even see the red of her blush as she smiled and winked at me.

She unlocked the car, we got in and went to eat at a local coffee shop that had a great Saturday morning breakfast special. We ate, had coffee, discussed what was happening in each of our lives, and as we finished we got up, paid the bill and left. We stopped and got some big sponges, a pail, and a couple of chamois cloths, and headed back to her complex. Jan had already gotten a hose and pulled it out of the car, we started washing her car, and joked around. Soap suds went all over, water from the hose went on the car, on the ground, and even on both of us. With me on one side and Jan on the other, we had the car washed in no time. As we were putting all the cloths, the soap bottle, and the dried out sponges in the pail and that into the trunk, Jan picked up the hose and playfully squirted me directly in the chest and then the pants. I turned slightly away from the head on assault and closed the gap between us planning on getting "even" with her.

I grabbed the hose, and pointed the nozzle at her legs.. pulling the squeeze trigger, and then letting the water run all over her legs. As she laughed and stuck out her tongue, I raised the water to her shorts. She then called me a brat, so I pointed it higher, and soaked her shirt and then her face and hair. She gave out a little scream, and as I stood there noticing her fantastic looking breasts showing clearly through her now totally wet shirt, I just stood there, and she grabbed the hose from me, and sprayed me again. I was totally stunned and all she did was laugh, and then while I stood there being totally stupid, she put the hose down, turned off the water, removed the nozzle, and wound up the hose. It was all I could do to take the hose and put it in the trunk. She suggested we go inside and try to dry off and clean up. I just followed her lead. I was still in a trance, not believing what I was seeing. I mean she didn't even have a bra on, and I could see right through her shirt as if she wasn't wearing anything.

I followed her into the building and then into her apartment. She went into the bathroom and brought out a couple of towels and tossed me one. I started to dry my self off, and then realizing that my shorts and shirt were still dripping, I carefully took off my shirt and while standing there in the kitchen and wrung it out in the sink. I asked her for another towel, and after she handed it to me, she went to her bathroom and I took my shorts off and wrapped a towel around myself. Wringing out the water from my shorts and underwear, I placed them along with my shirt in a pile on the side of the sink.

Jan came out of her room wearing a terrycloth robe, and handed me a larger towel that I wrapped around my waist a bit better. And then used the other to finish drying myself off. Janet took the wet clothes and put them in her washer and started the cycle to clean them. We sat on the sofa, and she was brushing her hair as we talked and laughed about our impromptu water fight. I offered to help her, and she got on the floor in front of me, and I took her brush and started brushing her long soft hair. We continued talking and laughing, and at one point while we were laughing, she leaned back, and I started to just rub her shoulders. She closed her eyes and I heard a small soft whimper of pleasure come from her lips. I continued to massage her shoulders, rubbing slightly lower on her back and then back up to the shoulders. As she was sitting on the floor in front of me, I could look down and see the beginning of her cleavage where the robe had slightly parted. As I moved up and down her shoulders and back, rubbing her soft skin, the robe parted a little more and of course the front opened a little bit each time. Looking over he shoulders again I could see the fullness of her chest. Being a young normal teenager, I enjoyed the glances down her robe to see the round firm breasts revealing themselves to my gaze.