Edible Essence - Part Seven

Barreling out into the frigid and hazy air outside I find it almost a relief, my burning hot body and strange sense of arousal dying down under the barrage of seemingly arctic gusts. Letting out a sigh I adjust my bag, quickly pacing down the small open air hallway that connects the lecture halls before spotting Fiona as she leaves the hall via the other exit.

She stumbles out in the blustering wind, struggling to hold a pile of papers to her side with one hand while the other cradles her work laptop. Both press in against the subtle and supple bulging around her hips, the added fat cushioning the items as she struggles to maintain her grip.

I can feel my heart race again, my attraction blending with newly acquired youthful form to set my whole body on a hair trigger. Biting at my lower lip I feel a slight blush spread across my cheeks, a warmth soon growing in my boy shorts as I race over.

"God damn it..." I huff in my husky feminine voice, quickly pacing over to the struggling woman now over a decade my senior. "I really am hot for teacher aren't I?" I grumble, finding Michelle's words to ring true.

As I approach, the sound of my boot resounding with clumsy stomps, Fiona turns to face me with a warm smile. My heart skips a beat, my obvious crush making me want to scream as I try to fight through a haze of teenage hormones.

"Oh, hello again Ms. Summers" Fiona chirps, turning a little as she tries to face me while also fighting the wind. "Thank you again for engaging with the class. Believe it or not, I know how it can be for first years and speaking up around their peers" she says with a chuckle, thinking back to her days of study.

"Same here..." I mutter under my breath, casting my mind back to the memory of all the quiet classrooms during my first degree.

"Pardon?" Fiona asks, looking a little confused as the wind picks up and howls around the walls of the slightly curved building beside us.

"Noth..." I begin to respond, my eyes shifting down from her eyes to her chest before moving towards the papers she was struggling to carry. "Can I... help?" I ask, swallowing hard as I try to croak out the last word of my question.

I watch as the now much older woman pauses for a moment, the slight difference in our heights feeling far more disorienting than it should after years of towering over my studious ex. With a grin she begins to fumble, shifting to her side to pass me the papers.

"If you could..." she states, pausing as I reach to slide the papers from her grasp before wrapping my arms around them and pinning the notes to my relatively flat chest. "I'd really appreciate it" she continues, turning to face the footpath to the nearby Humanities block as she readjusts her laptop.

"Just this way" Fiona coos, taking the lead as I meekly shuffle along behind her. "It's not that far to my office, and we can have our little talk along the way if you'd like."

Pausing for a moment I quickly race up after her, soon striding beside her nervously as I slouch and hunch down my already shrunken and meager frame as I feel my face grow from a warm blushing to a burning heat.

As we approach the building Fiona holds the door open for me allowing me to slip in and out of the blustering icy winds outside. The old building had been slightly renovated since I had last worked here, with the old fraying carpet now thankfully replaced with some new synthetic fibers and the exposed brick having been painted over with some coats of off-white render.

"You're a bright young woman Ella" Fiona states in a matter-of-fact tone, the plump dark haired woman slipping in behind me before striding towards the elevators further down the hall. My heart hammers in my chest at the compliment, even if it was only earned thanks to me keeping my knowledge after the accident.

"Th... thank you Ma'am..." I blurt out on instinct, wincing as I all the woman I had once showered with pet names in the most former manner I could muster.

"Please..." she chuckles, looking back over her shoulder at me with a smile. "This isn't high school, you can call me Fiona. In fact, I'd prefer it" she states, her face dropping into a bit of a nervous smile. "And Ma'am makes me feel so old" she adds, letting out a little sigh.

"Oh I..." I stammer, shrinking away more as my body begs me to just run away and hide forever. "Sorry Fi... Fiona..." I squeak, the thought of making myself seem foolish growing worse and worse as my youthful form cringes at my actions.

"It's alright" she says with a light and airy laugh, reaching the elevator as she presses the call button. "I remember what it was like in high school, though certainly not as well as you I'd wager."

I laugh along nervously, looking down at the papers in my hands and the boots on my feet as I try to dredge up my own memories of High School. Unfortunately,or fortunately from another point of view, I could still only remember my original schooling from a decade prior much like the woman next to me.

As the elevator arrives we both get inside, the doors soon sealing up away as the lift climbs up floor after floor.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday by the way" Fiona coos with a grin, the words causing me to jump a little. I look at her with confusion for a moment, the birthday still being more than a few months away. She seems to catch this though, cocking an eyebrow as she looks over at me. "Or was Michelle just messing around when she got everyone to sing happy birthday the a few weeks back?"

For a second I freeze up, the description of the event simply not connecting to any memory I personally had. Suddenly, something clicks as my mind is cast back to last night. "Youth..." I whisper quietly as I remember the pill that had broken, my eyes going wide as I return to staring at the floor.

Seemingly noticing how weird I was acting Fiona quickly shifts gears, moving to another topic. "So... were you tutored in the past?" she asks, the door of the elevator popping open with a bell like chime. "You seem to be educated beyond the course material. I swear, you remind me of... of..." she muses, blinking a little as she struggles to find the name.

"Jordan Hughes?" I mutter out, wondering if I could complete the thought for her. Would she remember the old me? Maybe she could help me get back to normal.

"Jordan?... Hughes..." she mutters under her breath, her eyes looking around in the air as if trying to find where she had mentally stored the name. Finally she pouts her lips, giving her head a little shake. "Doesn't ring a bell, did he study here?" she asks, taking a hard right before quickly turning down a narrow and winding hallways filled with small rooms.

"Doesn't matter..." I sigh, giving up an triggering whatever memory may remain of my old self.

"Well..." she states, fishing around in her dress pockets for her keys as she pauses in front of her office. "He certainly did a wonderful job in teaching you" she coos, opening the door and shimmying her way into the cramped and painfully dark little office. As she turns on the light she quickly places her laptop on her desk, the hardwood piece taking up a large part of the room and practically dividing the space in half.

She quickly takes her seat, patting at an empty section of her desk for the papers. "I would have loved to meet him" she chuckles, watching as I place the papers down before gesturing to the seat.

As I pull out the black fabric chair, dropping my slender and frail frame into the seat, I notice Fiona look up at the doorway.

"Sorry Jeffrey" Fiona states firmly, her voice still staying relatively friendly as she flashes a warm smile. "Are you looking for Rachel or..."

I look over my shoulder, soon finding myself looking up at a lanky pale young man who towers over me. His shoulder length light brown to dark blonde hair is a tangled mess of wind swept strands. His hazel eyes dart down to meet my own beautiful blues, the young man's face turning a little dumbstruck as his pale cheeks redden slightly.

"Hi" I say, giving him a little wave as he continues to freeze up. It suddenly hits me in an instant, my stomach sinking as I recognize the look. "He's smitten" I think to myself, sighing internally. "Instant crush... fuck" I continue, realizing that I felt nothing akin to that as I look at him.

"Hey..." he managed to croak out, straightening up out of his slouched stance as Fiona clears her throat. "Yeah, I was just looking for Rachel but..." he continues, looking back up towards Fiona.

"Rachel doesn't teach on Mondays, is it urgent?" she asks, giving him a concerned look. He fidgets for a moment, glancing down at me once more before giving Fiona a shrug.

"Not really, I just can't get my card to work with the staff copier" he states, looking down at her front right pocket for a second. "Was just wanting to know how to get things ready for her classes on... you know?"

"Go ask for permissions down at the Student Hub" Fiona states, holding up her fingers in the shape of a phone receiver. "If they have any issues just get them to call me."

"Thanks Ms. Douglas" chirps Jeffrey, the man perking up as he steps back out into the hallway. "Oh sorry... and nice to meet you " he states more nervously, racing out of sight before I can respond.

"It's Fion... Damn it..." Fiona calls out, giving up as the man rushes off down the hallway. She massages the bridge of her nose, frustrated at the formal language used to refer to her. "I keep telling..." she grumbles, stopping herself as she slowly returns her attention towards me.

 

"So..." she starts, pausing her a second as she opens her laptop and begins to unlock it. "Do you have an interest in academia? Maybe teaching?" she asks, the question causing me to jump in my seat.

I had studied and taught for the better part of a decade, though if I told her the latter part she would think I was downright crazy. Catching on from my shock and silence she seems to soften a little, relaxing back in her chair as she occasionally glances at the laptop screen.

"I know you only just turned eighteen, you still have all the time in the world to work out what you want..." she coos, relishing the thought of being young again. "But..." she chirps, her lips curving into a little smirk. "Would you like to get some... experience in this sort of field?" she asks, her gaze locking to my own.

"I... do you mean like..." I blurt out nervously, the close and intimate space sending my body wild as I sit across from the attractive teacher.

"Nothing paid... yet..." she states, her smirk growing a little as she brings up the possibility of payment down the line. "But I need an assistant, and I like you Ella" she coos, my heart hammering in my chest as she says she likes me despite it being in a purely platonic manner.

"Yes!" I squeak, unable to stop myself from agreeing to spend more time with the teacher I was crushing over. "What do I need to... you know... What do I do?" I ask nervously, perking up in my seat.

"Word of advice?" Fiona says with a chuckle, "You should ask about the duties first before accepting a job." Her laughter dies down a little as she glances back up towards the open doorway. "Well, as you probably guessed from Jeff earlier, you'd help be prepare for my classes. Beyond that I may need you to pass around handouts, and even to give other students a hand and some help if I can't fit them into my schedule."

"Okay..." I mutter in response, my finger nails digging into my bag. "I can do that for you."

"Well thank you" Fiona says with a delighted sigh, her gaze turning to the computer as it lets out a series of chimes. "Sorry, I need to answer these..." she mutters before leaning closer to the screen, "I'll let the Student Hub know about our arrangement and they can get you sorted sometime this week."

Taking the hint I quickly clamber from my seat, my flushed and overly warm body feeling all tingly as I look down at the busty older woman in front of me. "Okay, thank you for..." I begin to mutter nervously, a smile Fiona cutting me off.

"No, thank you Ella" she coos back with a warm smile. "I'm sure you'll do great and I appreciate the help."

As I leave the office I quickly try to cool down, fanning myself and manipulating my sweater in the hopes of getting some cool air over my overheated body. It was insane, my memory of being a horny teenager paling in comparison to being this sexually charged young woman.

"God damn... God damn it..." I whine, fidgeting as I feel my boy shorts cling to sensitive new mound. The moist heat that had started from when Michelle at gotten close to me had seemed to keep me on edge for over and hour, the anxiety in the lecture only putting a slight damper on the sensation despite the attention I constantly received from Fiona.

Reaching the elevator I hear a buzzing come from my bag. Reaching inside I pull out a phone, the old and slightly cracked screen flashing to full brightness as the message pops up in the dead center. I stare at the previous messages, numerous texts from Michelle and Kelly from the morning and the night before asking about whether I was coming in today.

Rubbing my eyes a little I swipe through the messages, eventually finding myself on the most recent one...