The Angry Witch
By Anon Allsop
The day started out fairly normal for a 16 year old sophomore boy, I noticed Cassie waiting in the lunchroom for classes to start so I wandered over there and sat about ten feet away. At least there I could look at her and not be noticed.
I used to lay awake thinking about Cassie, she was so pretty and I was head over heals for her. My friends all thought she was a freak, I would bet that many of them had a crush for her as well, but they weren't as vocal as I was.
Opening my history book up and resting my hand on my head I watched her out of my left eye, through my fingers. She had these long beautiful legs, smooth and sexy with a pair of dainty pumps on each foot. Her toes peeking seductively out from the open toe at the end. I followed her silky legs up until they met with the hemline of her short leather skirt. Man, I would love to have the courage to run my hand up those sexy thighs.
She was writing in her English journal as I sat there wishing, her blonde hair draping softly against her arm and breast. I could see through the opening of her silk blouse and just a hint of upper breast visible to my young eyes. Her beautiful skin looked soft and inviting, I would give anything to be able to kiss this creature of seduction.