A bet is a bet_(1)

Robert Foss knew there were reputations about him circulating in the school. It had started a couple of years ago, when he stupidly had said that he didn’t think that there was anything wrong with having sex with eighteen year olds, as long as they weren’t attending this school, to a couple of his co-workers. That was his honest opinion, yes, but the facts about this statement had soon spiralled out of control and he was glad he didn’t know what the new Freshmen had heard about him already.
The rumors hadn’t ever affected his teaching capability, though. The students always showed him the same respect as other teachers, and did their best in his lessons. Of course, his lessons might be slightly louder and messier than most other teachers lessons were, but that was inevitable. He was a P.E. teacher after all.
His favorite class was about to have their first lesson for this year. They were now Seniors, chatty but smart, and came into the hall as he sat in his office. He could hear them talking loudly, and a girl laughing right outside his office door. He took a deep breath and got up from his computer. He flattened his hair and grabbed a whistle hanging beside his door. Time to give these kids one hell of a lesson.

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In the changing room, Camila was struggling to get her yoga pants up over her plump butt.
“Hurry, Camila! We start in like four minutes” her good friend Millie said, already changed and ready, with her dark brown hair in a ponytail and her taut legs showing in short-shorts. She had her gym bag in one hand and her water bottle in the other.
“I’m coming…” Camila grunted as she finally got the pants up the last bit over her butt, laced up her shoes and grabbed her bag as well. She and Millie walked up the stairs into the gym hall together, talking about the lesson about to commence. They were playing volleyball, and Camila was not looking forward to it. Millie was, though.

As Camila looked at her friend of the past year, she was happy that they’d found each other. Both girls were free, outspoken, gave a lot of themselves and were very stubborn, but that’s right about where their similarities ended. Millie was short, about 5 foot 3, and had a fit, taut body which showed her regular visits to the gym and weekly soccer practices were not for nothing. P.E was one of her favorite subjects, maths the only one trumping it. Her long, dark hair had a natural wave and her skin and eyes were both light brown. She was cute at first glance, and fierce at the second.
Camila didn’t envy Millie her looks, though. She thought her best friend was beautiful, but didn’t compare her to herself. Camila was tall. Taller than most girls her age, or really, any age. At a proud 5 foot 11, she towered over most of the boys in her class. She was curvy, and loved accentuating it with tight clothes that pushed things up and out, and showed off her mature body. Nothing on her was hard or rough, no edges, nothing saggy – it was all wonderfully soft and shapely. Her hair was dyed bright blue with splashes of silver and was about shoulder length, kept in a french braid for P.E. Her skin was fair, her eyes sky blue and she freckled easily in the sun. As summer had just ended, she was slightly tanner than she usually was and her cheeks were sprinkled full of freckles.

Millie and Camila were very attractive for their 18 years of age, undoubtedly. However, there was one more thing that very clearly separated them. Their lovelife. Camila, while certainly not experienced, was very confident and curious when it came to boys – and men. She loved approaching them, talking to them, flirting and always went for it if she had a crush on someone. Millie on the other hand, was always dismissive of boys. If they approached her she would tell them to fuck off, and she made it very obvious to anyone approaching her that she was unavailable. Camila knew that Millie was gay, but, she also knew that Millie had just as little experience with girls as she had with boys.

They reached the benches outside the P.E. teacher, Mr Foss’s, office, and Millie turned to Camila as they sat down.
“So, Camila. How do you feel about seeing Mr Foss again? I mean, it’s been a year,” she said slyly. Camila blushed slightly, but grinned.
“Oh, come off it. I was never really crushing on him. If I was, I would’ve had him by now,” she said and looked pointedly at her friend. “However, it is nice to see him again. Get excited for another year of actually trying in P.E. Trying to impress Foss, that is,” she added.
Millie laughed, knowing that the only thing that even got Camila to the P.E. lessons was the fact that she did, no matter if she denied it, have a massive crush on their teacher. “Bet you 20 bucks you can’t get him this year either.”
Camila smiled, and squinted at her friend before looking over at the office door. “You’re on… but make it 40. And not this year… This lesson!”

In just that moment, the door to Mr Foss’s office opened and he stepped out into the gym hall. He blew his whistle, and Camilas classmates all came and sat down on the benches in the corner of the room.
Camila eyed Foss without shyness. He was just as handsome as she remembered him, and she was very pleased about it. As she stared at his face, they got a second of eye contact, and he smiled at her. She smiled back mischievously.
Mr Foss was a tall, handsome man in his mid thirties, she guessed. She’d never actually had the nerve to ask. His hair was so dark brown it was almost black, his skin tanned and rough, eyes dark. He had a short beard that always seemed to grow out for a couple of weeks before he shaved it again, and his upper arms were tattooed. At 6 feet 5 with solid muscles and firm legs, he was clearly very attractive in Camilas eyes. She really didn’t see why not all the girls were crushing on him – as a matter of fact, some of them even thought he was creepy! Could you believe it?! In their Freshman year, a couple of Sophomores had told them that Foss had dated one of the girls that graduated the year before they started, and that he’d said to some colleagues that he liked to bend 18 year olds over his desk, because they were so “easy”. Camila was unsure whether or not to believe it. Robert Foss was a man with humor, often dark or sarcastic humor at that, and was very clear on his opinions. Sometimes he would say something that Camila would interpret at slightly inappropriate, but never anything explicitly sexual. And he was also a very good teacher. She doubted he would do, or say, anything so unprofessional.