Back in November, I made a post about one of the sexiest little cuties I have ever encountered. She was a member of the class of 5 year olds that I was covering on those two days. Well, I've had some more fun with her during the past weeks, and doubtless will soon again. But the thing that's really getting me going is, well, it's hard to state in a few words - a sort of emerging connection. Better that I describe it...

~ A few weeks ago I'm in taking one of the older classes. The classroom has interior windows looking onto the main corridor, with the school library very close by. I glance out and notice her class in the library. A few minutes later I notice her peering in through the window; she sees me, half-smiles, turns around. Another couple of minutes, I meet her eyes again, this time she keeps looking, hand comes up, fingers curled in that cute little girl half-wave. I wave back and smile at her. Two of the boys in my classroom have noticed and are grinning broadly at me (they are probably future girl-lovers). Some more minutes go by - and this time she's up at the window, balancing on the bench underneath, nose against the glass. We exchange another wave, and I signal to her that she'd best get back with her class (teacher's noticed!).

~ A week or so later I'm invited back to take another class for a day. I pass her in the corridor - she beckons me over, cutely using all the fingers on her hand, each out of step with the other. I'm right in front of her, she's still beckoning, and looking at me with, despite her young age, nymphetic allure. She wants to whisper in my ear. I bend down, and she tells me it's her birthday. She's six now. We chat for a little bit, and I make a point of taking an extra duty at break time (as I often do whenever I can anyway!). I have a lovely, personal hand-warmer all to myself through break, a bit of fun fooling around, and am rewarded with a cuddle to finish. She asks me if I like her plaits, and as she did before, beckons me to bend down - tickles my nose with the end of one of the plaits. Giggles and bites her bottom lip. I am at this point carried off into the fluffy white plains of heavenly bliss. I love her hair - she wears it differently, and now announces the change each time I see her, wanting a detailed opinion.

~ Last Friday - the last time I saw her. Again, sadly not in for her class, but I see her again at break. This time she is wearing fluffy ear muffs and a cute fluffy hat. This time, the ear muffs are put to the same use as the plaits. Nirvana beckons.

I'll see her again tomorrow.

So, yeah, I really want to give this up. (You listening, Moth-man?;-)) I so hate my life. I sure need to book a whole course of therapy sessions with some overpaid clueless dick who probably thinks that the height of romantic delight is banging his ageing secretary behind his wife's back.

Save me!

Mesmerised