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You’re the first woman I’ve ever..It had been raining all morning and Karen hadn’t been feeling well. She had stayed home from work for the fourth time this month. As she lay in bed she tried to convince herself she was unwell with a cold or something due to winter setting in, but deep down she knew the truth was she was lonely and becoming depressed. The phone rang and although numb she answered, “Hello?””Karen? It’s Martin. I’ve just come into the store and Margaret tells me you’re unwell?” Martin was the owner of the small grocery store she worked at. It wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but it paid her bills. “Yeah.. Martin, I think I’ve come down with something,” Karen replied without a convincing tone.”I’m sorry, I can’t afford to keep you on. I’m left paying more overtime to the others and it is adding up. I’m sorry but this is your two week notice Karen.”After hanging up the phone a tiny but of panic ran through Karen. She wasn’t surprised though, and knew she deserved being fired, but also knew the rent was due. The next morning Karen put an effort into waking up early to begin looking online for jobs. She felt like such a fool for giving away a job when she knew how hard it was to get a job these days. As she scrolled the page of jobs she was either under qualified for or payed only by commission, she noticed an advert between job listings.It read; Go back to school, it’ll pay!Curiosity had bitten and after reading through the website Karen found herself applying for a course in IT. She had confidence she would do well, as she had learned some IT in high school. With a new sense of confidence and drive Karen was excited when she received news that she had been accepted and would begin school two days after her last day at Martin’s Groceries. The two weeks leading up to starting her course went by rather quickly, perhaps the excitement of finally something new happening in her life. That excitement seemed to disappear the morning she found herself in a small room, surrounded by 10 others sitting awkwardly at a computer. bahis siteleri The IT teacher hadn’t arrived yet. Karen was nervously wondering if she had made the right decision. As she questioned this, the door to the computer room opened and in walked a gorgeous woman that seemed to make Karen catch herself on a sharp inhale. “Hello everyone, I’m Samantha. I’ll be your lecturer for this course.” Samantha turned to her white board and switched on her computer screen projector. Her chestnut brown wavy hair flowed with her beautifully. Karen found her gaze following Samantha’s silky hair to her body. She was a slender woman, but she wouldn’t blow away in the wind. Her black dress pants exposed an ass one knew had spent many hours at a gym.Karen felt confused as she noticed herself staring at another woman and feeling her groin respond. She had only ever been with men and certainly never thought of another woman in such a way. Karen was quite gorgeous herself. She had medium length, dead straight blond hair that she took good care of. She stood a little on the short side at about 5’5″, where as Samantha seemed to stand nearly 5’8″. Karen had always been slim, but knew she did not have a toned body like that of Miss Samantha. Interrupting Karen’s thoughts, the class began at full speed almost immediately. Karen found herself enjoying it. She was able to learn quickly and this kept her happy for a few weeks. One morning a few weeks into the course Karen woke up to a harassing phone call from her land lord. With paying for her course and her other usual bills, Karen was struggling with the little amount she received from the government as a student. Feelings all too familiar returned to Karen and she stayed at home the following two classes. During the third class she missed, she lay in bed watching a talk show. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t as hopeless as the married couple fighting over whatever it is they were fighting over, when she received a text message. Strangely, butterflies fluttered in her tummy when she noticed canlı bahis siteleri the name. Samantha: Karen, is everything OK? You have missed a bit of work.Karen didn’t know what to reply. She had no direction in her life anymore and didn’t know what she was going to do to fix it. Karen: Not exactly..Samantha: What is wrong?Karen: Life has me down at the moment, I’m not sure if I will continue the course. Samantha: Oh, Karen. That would be so disappointing. You were doing very well. Do you not enjoy my class??Karen: Oh, no.. That’s not it. I just have been struggling financially and think I may need to go back to work to pay my rent. Samantha: I see.. Would you not be able to work outside of my class? Karen blinked as she read this message. She clearly could, but why hadn’t she? Karen: I don’t know..Samantha: Don’t know? Is my course too demanding, Miss Karen?Karen felt another flutter in her tummy.. Was her lecturer flirting?Karen: No.. Your course is great. I feel I have learned well with you as my teacher. You’re a wonderful teacher..Samantha: I can’t say I have been feeling all that wonderful as a teacher lately. Karen: What? Why? You’re great!Karen didn’t receive a response after this text and found herself checking her phone for the rest of the evening. She became more curious and anxious by the end of the night and decided she would face her nerves tomorrow and return to the course.Sitting nervously in the computer room, Karen waited for Samantha to arrive. She felt a few pairs of eyes on her, and this only made her anxiety grow more. She hated the feeling of being judged, as everyone naturally does. She prayed the day would calm down soon.Samantha walked into the class without noticing her returned student and switched on the projector. Whilst taking off her coat and instructing the class of their first task, Samantha’s gaze finally browsed the small group of students. In mid-sentence Samantha paused as she caught Karen’s eyes on her. Samantha paused for a brief moment, but quickly recovered her instructions to canlı bahis the class, although seemed a little frustrated.The class seemed to drag a little without much excitement to Karen, although she realized she was unsure of what she expected to happen. She was just curious as to why Samantha had felt as though she wasn’t doing a wonderful job at teaching. An hour into the course, all the students were in silence apart from their typing. Samantha was sitting at her computer trying to concentrate on her next weeks classes. Slowly she gazed up and noticed Karen was watching her from across the room.*Shit,* Karen thought to herself. As she tried to throw herself back into her task, she found it impossible not to look back at Samantha. As she did, she noticed Samantha darting looks back and forth to Karen too. Then, Samantha looked down to her phone and bit her lip to hide a smile from her face. Suddenly, Karen felt her pocket vibrate as her phone received a text message. Butterflies had never fluttered so intensely. Karen tried to act cool about reading her message, but that lasted all of two seconds.Samantha: No texting in class Miss Karen ;)Karen felt her face flush as she quickly look at Samantha who was now staring deeply into her computer screen, yet still biting that lower lip that shined with the touch of sparkly lip gloss that had been applied to them. Karen was unsure of whether to reply, or even what to reply. She had noticed something new in herself, she has never been so shy around another person before. Karen: Sorry Miss, I’ll try not let it happen again :p Unless it’s urgent.Samantha: I’m glad you included urgent. I need to see you after class. It’s urgent.Karen sat staring at the time, and when Samantha ended the class Karen felt the butterflies swimming in a sea of nerves. As she slowly packed away some of her things into her satchel, she watched as the last person left and the door closed behind them.The silence was unbearable. Karen looked towards Samantha and bit her lip. Samantha returned the lip biting smile and leaned back in her chair. “So, you came back?” she asked Karen.Karen hesitated her response, “Well, I felt worried it was my fault you felt you weren’t doing a wonderful job teaching..””It was your fault,” Samantha answered quickly.

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