Madison James was exceptionally beautiful. I could stare at the pretty teenager all day and never get bored. There was just something about her that lured you in. Actually, it wasn’t something. It was ***everything***. It was her wavy, golden-brown hair that flowed down to her perky, young breasts. It was her sun kissed skin, tanned to perfection and as smooth as marble. It was her freckles, spread evenly across her dimpled cheeks underneath her eyes. Those eyes. Oh god, those eyes. Those enchanting, brown orbs of heaven. It was impossible to not get lost in them. If I’ve done even a half decent job at describing Madison, then you’re already watering at the mouth.
Of course, it helped that she was exactly my type. Petite, perky and utterly adorable. I’ve always had a large stature, but I especially towered over little Madison and I loved it.
Now like I said, I could stare at this girl all day. And if it hadn’t been for the rest of my English pupils staring at me, I would have. But as I watched Maddie gaze out of the class window, idly twirling her luscious hair in her finger, I could feel her classmate’s eyes all resting on me.