At the beginning of the 1979 – 1980 school year in Highland Heights, Pennsylvania, English teacher Helen Monday was 38 years old.

Even at her age, Helen was still a beautiful woman, at her five feet four inches of height. She had a well-proportioned face that was quick to smile, a rounded chin, large lips that were usually shaded in light pink, a cute turned-up nose, blue eyes, spaced just the right distance apart, long wavy blond hair that came down to her shoulders, heavy eyebrows and a high forehead. Her figure had once been slender but now she was a little on the plump side, but still it looked good.

Helen kept herself in shape through exercise.

Earlier in 1979, Helen’s parents had both been killed in a highway accident, which meant that Helen inherited their large property on Deep Woods Road outside the city, as well as their large portfolio, which ran into many millions.

Helen had always lived in the spacious mansion, but her father had been very stingy with money. Her mom and dad had always provided for their only child, very well, it must be said, even put her through college, and that was great. They also didn’t mind that Helen continued to live at home. But that was as far as it went.

Now Helen realized that she no longer had to work. But she had chosen teaching early because she liked it. Now her mind was filled with all sorts of ideas.

Helen decided not to rush into anything, she didn’t like rash decisions, but to wait until the end of the school year in 1980. In the interim, she would consider what she wanted to do with her life.

It must also be said that Helen was an excellent teacher. Despite being an only child, Helen was not spoiled, in fact she had a well-adjusted personality.  

Well, not entirely.

During her high school days another girl had been after Helen trying to get her to go down on her, which Helen adamantly resisted. The girl, Carmen by name, would say things like “What if I forced you to suck me?” Helen never replied but only ignored the girl, getting away from her as fast as possible.

Until one day in the shower room after gym, Carmen, who was just about to enter the shower, and seeing nobody about, threw the fully clothed Helen down and got on top of her. Carmen succeeded in forcing Helen’s face into her crotch when the poor girl’s cries brought the gym teacher and Carmen was expelled.

Helen never saw Carmen after that and wondered what had happened to the girl.

No further things like that happened to Helen, and so her life was fairly mundane concerning sex and dating, which she had never had much interest in anyway. She had dated a few times, one man even proposed, but Helen had no interest in marriage or children.

She never mentioned the incident with the girl Carmen and so it passed into everyone’s memory.

Except Helen’s. She never forgot the incident, never told anybody, but as time went on she began to consider it in a different light. One night when she was laying in her bed at the dorm in college and couldn’t go to sleep she rehearsed the incident in the gym in her mind.

There was an aspect to it that she had never faced before.

When the gym teacher had told Carmen to take her shower and get dressed before escorting the girls to the principal’s office, Helen had looked at Carmen’s thighs and especially at her behind and continued looking as the girl was ushed into the shower.

“I looked at her butt, I really looked at it. Why didn’t I look away? Oh, but she had such a nice butt. Why hadn’t I ever thought of that before? What would it have been like if I had yielded to her? Looking back now, I wish I had.”

Helen thought more and more along those lines, until she reached the point where she was castigating herself for turning Carmen down. Then Helen began to fantasize, imagining that she had let Carmen do what she wanted to her, and the woman pictured the girl from long ago doing all kinds of disgusting things to her, as Helen fingered herself under the bedclothes.

During the night she would sometimes put her pillow between her legs, in her crotch, and masturbate, while imagining that she was being forced to suck Carmen’s private parts. When she found herself alone in the dorm, Helen sometimes humped her pillow, while she had her fantasy.

Helen never told anybody about what she was thinking and especially not about her masturbating, and apparently none of the others in the dorm even suspected the thoughts Helen was harboring or what she was doing.

Causing Helen to wonder what they were doing under their bedclothes.

She often wished that one of the others in the dorm would come onto her as Carmen had, but they never did.

And Helen certainly never would have been able to come onto another girl or woman, at any time in her life.

Looking back, many times Helen regretted not having gone along with the attractive and filthy Carmen. Sadly to her, nothing like it ever happened to Helen again.  

Helen finally came to herself and stopped such thoughts and quit masturbating, but all of that was still buried in the back of her mind.

She did well in college and, as the years went by, Helen became an excellent teacher and was generally well-liked and held in high regard by her students and peers.

Then came the day late in the previous school year when Helen had been coming toward the room for her next class. She heard  an angry exchange between two girls inside the room and one of them said loudly, “Eat my shit honey,” as she stormed out of the room.

And almost collided with Helen.

Helen stopped the girl and gave her a scolding.

“What’s your name?”

“Mackenzie Miller ma’am.”