It was another hot day at Fredricks High School, it was so hot that it was causing Greg to lose concentration in his last class of the day. Mrs. Korbin used to have the air conditioning on to the point where penguins could live comfortably. But because she is on maternity leave, her younger replacement, Ms. Long, had the door open expecting her young students to focus on their studies and not on the heat. Well, the plan backfired and Greg's brain was fried, but another apendage was still functioning. As he was looking around the AC-less classroom, Greg was thankful for what the heat of summer brought, hot girls in skimpy clothing. There was a black girl wearing the tightest skirt that he ever saw in his life, he didnt have to imagine what her full ass looked like. An asian girl was wearing a pink short sleeved button up shirt, with the top buttons undone and an ample amount of cleavage visible, Greg admired her breasts, watching small droplets of sweat rolling down her ample chest. He then turned to look at a latin chick who got up from her sticky seat to walk over to the sharpener. She was wearing short shorts that flaunted her long, sexy legs, Greg watched her walk to the sharpener, more specifically, her firm ass and how it would slightly jiggle with each step she took. The latin girl made it, but the sharpener was rusty, making the sharpening process a struggle, and making her ass shake. "You know," came a soft yet strong voice from his left shoulder, "if you took a picture, it would last longer."
Greg, annoyed, turned to the owner of the voice. "Yeah?" he said, "you wouldnt happen to have a camera I could borrow, now would you, Trish?" Trish smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe." Trish was a feminist, that made her a perfect foil to Greg's old school machoism that today would be labeled misogynistic. She was short, five feet two inches, had dirty blond hair with streaks of blood red dyed in, piercingly intelligent blue eyes, pale skin but soft full lips. Trish wore black clothing, today she was wearing a thin black choker on her neck, a black tank top which hinted at a generous bosom, but not too much, she wasnt after all, a piece of meat and some tight black pants that brought attention to her nice ass. "It figures that you would be wearing pants on a hot day like this, Trish" said Greg teasingly, Trish looked at him icily, "Why? Are you saying women arent allowed to wear pants? That they should only wear clothing that shows off their breasts and their ass to keep men entertained during the summertime?!" Greg, still eyeing the latin girl's ass finally turned to Trish, "We've been at this all semester long Trish, you cant trick me. So how about we just put our little differences aside and realize that we have some good chemistry between us and go out sometime?"
Trish looked at him and laughed, "Ohh God...Like Ive never heard that one before, let me tell you again, pig..." Greg interupted, "I do love it when you call me cute names..." Trish continued, "I would not date you if you were the last 'man' on earth!" Greg had his hand under his chin and said, "What are you doing after school?" Trish looked at him, "If you must know, Im gonna help out in the library." "The library? On a Friday?" asked Greg, "Yes," spoke Trish in a soft and low voice so as not to be heard by Ms. Long, "the library. Its a place where we keep books, you neanderthal, wait, you wouldnt know what a book is now would you?" Greg half smiled at her, ready to say something smart when Ms. Long spoke, "Trish, Greg. You can talk after class, now is the time for studying..." Trish, a fan of Ms. Long and what she "stood" for (being a young female academiac), gave her quick apologies and Greg just shrugged his shoulders. "Greg," said Ms. Long, "I want to speak to you after class" and she continued writing on the chalkboard, "Guess we'll just have to make a raincheck then" teased Trish. Greg wrote his number down on a piece of scratch paper and handed it over to Trish, "Do with it what you will," said Greg as he looked into Trish's eyes, "but if you throw it away, can you at least be lady-like..." Trish scoffs but maintains eye contact, "...and throw it outside?" Trish took the paper, looked at it then at Greg, pulled out her phone and added it, "One condition," said Trish as she wrote her own number on the same scrap of paper, "Shoot" said Greg astonished that Trish didnt throw it in his face, "Because its the twenty first century...I'll call you, understood?" and she handed him back the paper. Greg took the paper and looked back at her, "Me understand..." he said getting a laugh out of her, the bell rang and Trish got up, "I'll be at the library until four...Im just saying," she said looking down at him before exiting the classroom with a strut that was definetely for his viewing pleasure.
Greg packed his things and got up, heading towards Ms. Long's desk mentally rehearsing the speech that he has prepared whenever he offends a woman, it always works. Ms. Long was in her mid twenties, of medium height, had medium length brown hair that she ties back into a bun, light brown eyes that sparkle in her reading glasses, and pouty lips. As Greg got closer to the desk he noticed that she was wearing a thin red wool sweater and a white long sleeved shirt buttoned all the way up. She must be dying in this heat, thought Greg when Ms. Long stood up, "Greg, I need to talk with you," she said walking towards the chalkboard, Greg noticed that she was wearing a black skirt that reached her knees and stockings that matched her tanned skin, she wasnt wearing her shoes. She was writing on the board trying to explain him something, but Greg zoned out as he caught a glimpse as to how full and firm her buttocks looked in the skirt, she turned to him still talking and he got closer to the chalkboard with her, this time looking at her medium sized breasts and how theyd strain against her shirt and sweater. "...If you take some extra credit and study harder then Im sure you can bump up your grade to an A" said Ms. Long, Greg came out of his haze and said, "Oh...thanks for letting me have some extra credit, I'll promise to study some more Ms. Long." Ms. Long nodded her head, pleased that there was at least one 18 year old boy in her class who cared about his grade, "Okay, thank you for staying behind Greg," said Ms. Long who was tugging at the collar of her shirt on her way back to her desk, "you can run along now and meet up with Trish." Greg was staring at her bottom when he caught what she said, "Oh, we're not like together...what makes you think that?" he said. "Im your teacher," said Ms. Long giving Greg a knowing but friendly look, "but I like to think that Im still young enough to know how these things work," she said taking her seat, looking tired. "I dont know...we seem so different, but shes interesting," said Greg telling Mrs. Korbin's younger replacement what he has been thinking about for the past semester. "Im pretty sure that she feels the same about you as well" said Ms. Long reassuringly while she was packing her stuff up and looking in her purse for something, "boy, today sure is hot huh?" Ms. Long asked sounding even more tired and out of breath. Greg was about to answer, "...what time is it?" Ms. Long asked looking at the wall clock, she had a stunned look in her eyes and searched faster in her purse, she placed a hand on her chest and looked some more when she had to lean back in her chair, trying to slow her rapid breathing. "Whats wrong?" asked Greg alarmed to see his youngest teacher sitting in her chair with her hand on her rapidly rising and falling bosom, she was trying to speak but all she could do was mouth out the word "Pills". Ms. Long's eyes rolled to the top of her head and she fell forward from her seat.
Greg's father was a doctor, so he knew what to do as he rushed to Ms. Long's side and shook her by the shoulders, "Are you okay?" he asked, with no response he turned her onto her back and placed his ear in the center of her, trying to feel a heartbeat. "Shit, she had a heart attack..." Greg said as he kneeled next to Ms. Long's hips and started to undo the top buttons of her�shirt, hoping that it might help her circulation. Greg grabbed at the front of Ms. Long's shirt and tore it open, causing her breasts to shake in a pink lace bra, he then interlaced his fingers and placed his hands in the center of her chest, on top of her sternum. Remembering his first aid classes and trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at his teacher's hot rack, Greg started chest compressions, "One, two, three, four, five..." he counted his set of thirty compressions, Greg felt his hands pushing down into her chest, watching her breasts jiggle and her head roll to the side. The compressions done, he gave Ms. Long a head tilt chin lift, opening her airway and placed his ear over her mouth trying to feel a breath, "Nothing..." he whispered, he pinched her nose shut took in a deep breath and unexplainably paused for a second, then he leaned in and sealed her mouth with his, breathing for her. Out of the corner of Greg's eyes he saw her breasts rise and fall with the oxygen that he gave her, her gave her another breath and checked for a pulse by placing his ear on the soft and still warm flesh of her right breast, feeling nothing he got back into chest compression position.
"Come on!" Greg shouted before pumping her chest, "One, two, three, four, five..." Ms. Long's upper body shook with the strong thrusts that he was giving her but she wasnt responding. He leaned in and gave her a rescue breath, tasting her soft lips he saw Ms. Long's chest rise and fall. Greg leaned back only to look at her pretty face, she looked like she was sleeping...he gave her another rescue breath, this time, his mouth lingered over hers for a brief second. Then it occured to him that if she had a heart attack, Ms. Long needed her heart to work and not necessarily getting her breathing again, newly invigorated with the last rescue breath and with the sudden epiphany, he administered fifty chest compressions to one breath, he did three sets of this when he got tired. Another epipheny hit him, six classrooms over there was a portable defibrillator, close enough for the elderly Mr.Jones who teaches nearby, he got up and started to run, by the second door Greg pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-11. After he gave as much information as possible he reached the defibrillator and his phone buzzed, out of teenager curiosity he checked who it was, it was a text from Trish: DONT CALL ME!!! Despite all that was going on Greg still had a reunion with Trish at the back of his mind, now it was apparent that that wasnt going to happen, putting out of his mind and his cell phone in his pocket, he grabbed the AED and ran back to Ms. Long.
He ran back into the classroom, knelt down next to Ms. Long's attractive but unconscious body and grabbed at her shirt, he completley untucked it from the skirt that she was wearing and undid the buttons. Ms. Long had a flat and smooth abdomen, but Greg tried to push that thought out of his head, he looked around and found some scissors on her desk, he grabbed them and quickly turned to his teacher. He knew he had to do this, just not whether he should...his mind made up he quickly snipped at the clasp on Ms. Long's bra, he slowly grabbed at the cups of her bra and tossed them to the sides, revealing her full breasts. Greg stared for seconds when his eyes drifted to the AED, "Right!", he said reaching to the AED. He opened the case and found some electrodes, reading the instructions he placed them in the proper locations, one on her right breast and the other in the center of her breasts. He switched on the machine and moved the dial to 100 joules, it started to charge and he sat there, realizing his error he got back into chest compression position, "One, two, three, four, five..." he counted but reached only twenty compressions when the shock button started to flash, he pushed the button. Greg was startled when he saw Ms. Long's body suddenly shudder with the shock, but it was so instantaneous that it passed quickly, he checked for a pulse, nothing. Greg resumed chest compressions, "One and two and three and four and five..." finishing thirty compressions, Greg adjusted the dial to 200 joules and waited for the charging noise so he can continue compressions, "Come on! One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" he shouted with each compression, wondering what was taking the paramedics so long, why he felt so aroused by someone he never found attracted to and wondering why Trish didnt want him to call her. With the compressions done and the charging whine complete, he reached for the flashing shock button and delivered 200 joules to Ms. Long, her back arched and her chest swwelled, she flopped back down causing her magnificent breasts to shake and then she layed still. Greg checked for a pulse, "God Dammit!", he said as he leaned in and gave her another rescue breath, he checked for breathing by tilting his ear over her mouth, didnt feel anything and gave her another rescue breath. He leaned back and administered more chest compressions, "Oneandtwoandthreeandfourandfiveand..." he breathed out quickly with each fast compression stopping at fifty when he turned the dial to 300 joules. Greg turned back to compressions, he didnt care how soft and full her breasts felt, he just cared about bringing Ms. Long back, "...five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..." Greg heard the charging noise stop but he continued to pump his teacher's chest until he reached 100. He had his finger on the shock button one more time, gave a silent prayer, and shocked her. Ms. Long's body convulsed more visibly than the times before, but just like the times before, she didnt respond.
The paramdics finally came, a man and a woman. The woman was indian and very attractive, but Greg didnt seem to notice, he just pointed at Ms. Long's body and sat there with his legs curled under him and his face in his hands. The man undid Ms. Long's skirt revealing her pantyhose covered shapely legs and white lingirie panties. The woman straddled Ms. Long's hips and started chest compressions, the man took off the electrodes that had been on her chest and kicked the AED away as he opened the bag that he was carrying, taking out defibrillator paddles. The woman had just finished with compressions and took two gel pads from the man and stuck them above Ms. Long's right breast and the other one under her left breast, the man shook the paddles and shouted "Clear!" The woman unstraddled Ms. Long, but knelt close beside her hip, the man was slowly lowering the paddles on to the pads...no, the world just seemed to be moving slow to Greg. The woman looked back at Greg, already making conclusions as to what a woman in her mid-twenties was doing with an 18 year old boy, but she gave him a reassuring smile. The man pushed the buttons on the paddles, Ms. Long's body shook with the force, but then stoppped, "Resume CPR!" shouted the man as he set down the paddles and took out an ambu-bag, the woman placed her hands in the center of Ms. Long's chest and started pumping. The man would give two hits of air to Ms. Long after thirty compressions were delivered by his associate, Greg watched her tight stomach rise with the air, but he knew what was going to happen...The woman turned back to the paddles, the man picked them up and started to rub them together as the woman was trying to get in as many chest compressions as she could, the man shouted "Clear!" The woman raised her arms as the man shocked Ms. Long once, then twice then another time, the woman looked back at Greg then at her partner, she shook her head at both of them.
