Letters
By A.J. Brown
A teacher's attempt to get a valentine is interrupted by a strong student


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Trevor looked at Mary who smiled at him. He looked back at the clock. 2:51. It
had been 6 minutes since the final bell of the day had rung and not a single
student had shown up yet. If nobody showed up for this thing it was going to
be bad for Trevor for a couple of reasons.

Finally, Alan Williams walked into the classroom, almost more of a waddle than
a walk. He was such a goofy looking dude, standing at close to 6'2, the 230
pounds that Trevor guessed he was, was almost all fat. Alan wore a yellow
baseball cap with letters on it that Trevor never was able to make out and big
glasses. The blue collared t-shirt Alan wore was probably some attempt to be
stylish but it looked ridiculous on him, especially the way it hugged his fat
upper body. The kid was only 18-years-old and he had man boobs. Normally
Trevor wouldn't have been excited to have the dorkiest kid in the school being
the first one to show up at his program, especially when he was trying to
impress Mary, but at this point he was just glad anyone had shown up.

"Hi Alan," Mary said and Trevor felt dumb for not saying hello to Alan when he
walked in.

"Hey Mrs. Conn ... " Alan started to say. "I mean, Miss Hough."

Mary laughed with her soft, sexy chuckle. "It's OK, Alan."

"Hi Mr. Doss," Alan said to Trevor. Trevor gave him a nod.

Miss Hough had been Mrs. Connolly until she had recently gotten divorced.
Trevor didn't know why she was divorced and he didn't care. He was
42-years-old and never married. It had been years since he had even been in a
relationship and was finding out that there wasn't much of a market for women
for teachers in their forties. Why hadn't he been more aggressive in finding a
woman when he was younger?

Well he wasn't going to make that mistake again. 40-year-old women like Mary
that were single did not come around often. She was so pretty, she took good
care of herself, and she was just so easy to get along with. He had been
nervous about asking her to partner with him in The Letters program but now
that she accepted, the next step was to ask her out on a date. With
Valentine's Day 4 days away, the timing was perfect.

"You can have a seat," Mary said sweetly to Alan.

"Oh, OK," Alan said with his dopey sounding voice. He had a seat.

Mary started some small talk with Alan which made Trevor happy she was here as
he wasn't good at small talk either and it would have been pretty awkward
having just him and the school nerd sitting in here alone not talking. At the
same time, part of the benefit of him organizing this whole thing was to
impress Mary and if a few more students didn't show up soon, she certainly
would not be impressed.

Trevor finally saw someone else walk in the room. It was Chelsea Drabek,
standing there wearing a blue tank-top in February, tight to her body, and
showing off her huge breasts. Her upper body was thick, her arms also looking
thick and her shoulders looking broad in that tank-top but her boobs still
looked big on her body.

"Hey Chelsea!" Trevor said, glad that there was finally someone else that came
along. "Glad you could make it. Do you know Miss Hough and Alan?"

"Yeah, I know you," she said to Alan. "Hey." Trevor was glad to see her being
nice to Alan. Not many people were.

"Hey," Alan said shyly with a look on his face like he didn't feel worthy of
talking to Chelsea. Trevor thought about how he didn't miss being a high
school student at all.

"I don't think I know you," Mary said to Chelsea. "I'm Miss Hough."

"Yeah, I've never been in any of your classes," Chelsea said, speaking so
comfortably for an 18-year-old girl. "I know who you are, though."

"Well I'm glad you were able to join us," Mary said as Chelsea had a seat at a
table across from Alan.

"Know if anyone else is coming?" Trevor asked Chelsea.

"Doubt it," Chelsea said. "At least not today. The Senior Valentine's Day
dance is tonight so everyone is at home getting ready."

Trevor had to hold back from shouting out an obscenity in front of two
students and the teacher he had a crush on. He thought a Friday would be the
best day to start the program as students wouldn't have to worry about
homework due the next day so they'd be more likely to do an afterschool
activity. Of course there had to be some dance in the way to mess it up for
him. It was only February 10th and it wasn't even Valentine's Day,

"You're not going?" Mary asked Chelsea.

"Nah, no one asked me."

Trevor felt bad for Alan that no one even needed to ask if he was going to go.
But he felt angrier that Chelsea hadn't gotten asked. Her face was a little
pudgy but she was still pretty and her large breasts easily made up for any
extra weight she was carrying around anywhere else. These high-school guys
these days just wanted the tiny girls. How could no one see Chelsea's beauty
and want to ask her?

"Well we might as well get started then," Trevor said. "Today we are going to
be writing letters to people in a nursing home. I actually got a long list of
people from the home we are writing to. Since we have time and not many of
you, if you two want to write extra letters that would be great."

"Think that arm of yours can handle that?" Chelsea said to Alan. She was
making a joke, even kind of a flirty one.

Alan unsurprisingly didn't seem to catch on. "Um, yeah," he said. "Why?"

"You want to arm-wrestle?" she said.

"Alright," Alan said. Chelsea seemed like she was flirting with Alan, probably
something that he had never experienced before. He certainly wasn't catching
on.

Chelsea put her arm on the table in the arm-wrestling position, looking like
this wasn't the first time she had done this, and she did it in a sexy way
that Alan, of course, didn't pick up on. He just put his elbow on the table
and locked hands with her. Chelsea had a strong looking arm for a female but
Alan was just thick overall and had at least 60 pounds on her.

"Ready," Chelsea said, playing it cool. "Go."

The match began and Trevor watched Chelsea start taking Alan's arm down with
relative ease. She did have a bicep on her that he could see now that it was
flexing. Alan couldn't stop her. She continued to steadily bring the bigger
guy's arm down, not being stopped once, and she pinned his hand to the table
for the victory.

"Not bad, Chelsea," Trevor said.

"Yeah, I'm buff," Chelsea said as she pulled her arm away. Alan didn't look
the least bit embarrassed and Trevor knew it was because he got picked on so
badly that this was hardly the most embarrassing thing he had ever
experienced.

"You want to arm-wrestle?" Chelsea said to Trevor.

She put her arm in the arm-wrestling position in the air. Trevor sat there
like a deer in the headlights not expecting this at all. He thought he had to
be able to beat an 18-year-old girl. Could he? He was a tall guy standing at
6'3 but he was slim, only weighing about 180 pounds. Her arm was thicker than
his, he could see that, and he was glad he was wearing long sleeves so no one
else there could see it. And she had just taken down Alan with ease. Alan was
a dork and Trevor didn't think any of his 230 pounds was muscle. Still, that
was a big guy she had just taken down, bigger than Trevor. He was looking at
Chelsea but he could see both Mary and Alan looking at him out of the corner
of his eye. He felt nervous and decided there was nothing to gain.

"Nah, I'm not arm-wrestling," he said.

He expected Chelsea to push the issue but she just shrugged and put her arm
down. Feeling a bit relieved, he looked at both Alan and Mary. Alan looked
completely indifferent to the whole thing. Trevor thought he detected a bit of
a smirk on Mary's face but when he looked away it was gone. He must have just
been being paranoid.

"Let's write some letters!" Mary said and Trevor felt confident that all was
good.

**

"You two have a great weekend," Trevor said to the students once time was up
and they were leaving, though he couldn't help but feel bad for them leaving
to probably go home and sit by themselves after doing this while the majority
of the students in their grade were going to be going to the dance. "I
appreciate you both coming."

"Thanks, both of you," Chelsea said to both of the teachers. "I had fun."

Alan didn't say anything and both he and Chelsea left. Valentine's Day wasn't
until Tuesday and Trevor had scheduled the next meeting for Tuesday by design.
But this first meeting had gone perfectly and if he waited too long she might
have another date by Tuesday if she didn't already. He could feel the anxiety
building up in his stomach as he thought about asking her out but this might
be his best chance. He had to give it a try. He turned around and gave her a
smile.

"Well that actually went pretty well, all things considered," he said. "We
make a pretty good team on this." Mary gave him a bit of a smirk that he
wasn't sure how to read, but he knew he couldn't act offended. "What?" he
said, trying to play along.

"I'm just thinking about how funny it was that you were afraid to arm-wrestle
that girl."

Losing his cool was the last thing he wanted to do but he felt like he had
just taken a smack to the face for a few reasons. He felt that anxiety in his
stomach changing to a far worse feeling of humiliation.

"I wasn't afraid!" he barked out, unable to not sound defensive. "I'm just not
going to arm-wrestle a student, come on."

"Yup, mmm-hmm," she said with that smirk still on her face, totally keeping
her cool. She looked so pretty like she always did but for the first time he
didn't like her pretty face at all. "You have a good weekend, Trevor." She
walked out the door.

**

Trevor looked at the clock. 2:43. He had been thinking since Friday evening
how this was going to go down and he had his whole plan ready. He didn't care
who else showed up today but Mary and Chelsea both needed to or all his
planning would have been for nothing. Mary walked in confidently wearing
heels, black pantyhose, a black dress, and a black blazer with a fashionable
white shirt underneath it.

"Hey Trevor," she said as she went to sit down. "You have a good weekend?" She
spoke with the same sweetness she had always spoken to him with before and it
was like the embarrassing part of Friday had never happened. He felt his mood
changing in a hurry.

"Not bad, uneventful," he said. "You?"

"Pretty uneventful as well."

Uneventful. If it weren't for damn Chelsea and her arm-wrestling, he probably
could have been on a date with Mary over the weekend. But Mary's smile still
had him feeling much better about everything. Alan walked in the door soon
after the bell had rung.

"Hey Alan," Trevor said. "Glad to see you back." Alan didn't say anything and
he barely looked at Trevor. Sometimes he didn't feel bad for Alan for not
having many friends. "Maybe we'll see more people show up today," Trevor said.

"Doubt it," Alan kind of mumbled but he spoke with certainty that annoyed
Trevor. "It's Valentine's Day so most of them are probably going out to dinner
and stuff."

Darn it. Now who knew if Chelsea would even show up either? Trevor thought he
had been being so smart putting it on this day to ask Mary out for Valentine's
Day but now he was almost definitely going to have another small turnout and
look silly. Chelsea walked in the door wearing another tank-top. Even in
February, this girl was anti-sleeves. He looked at her arms. They were buff,
she was right about that. But that didn't mean she was stronger than a grown
man.

"Hey everybody," Chelsea said. "Who are we writing to today?"

"Prisoners," Mary said.

"Oh really?" Chelsea said curiously. "We can do that?"

"They're people and need love too," Mary said. "A lot of them need it more
than anyone. But we will be sure to sign our first names only." Mary smiled.

"Before we start, though," Trevor said. He figured he might as well dive right
into this. "I'm going accept Chelsea's arm-wrestling challenge." The way the
three of them looked at him with surprise, he knew he had just made a complete
fool of himself. 'Were you waiting the last four days to say that?' he could
just see Mary saying in her mind.

"Um, alright," Chelsea said.

She sat down at the table, getting in the arm-wrestling position, so smooth
about it all like this was something she had done on a regular basis. Her
large boobs were sitting on the table just to remind Trevor that this was a
girl he was about to arm-wrestle as she placed her elbow in position.

He sat across from her, put his right arm in position, and they locked hands.
Her grip was firm but it still felt feminine. "Ready," Chelsea said and she
gave him a look like she knew this was all just for fun. "Go."

He pushed at her arm and even if this was all just fun for her, she was
definitely trying. Pushing at her arm felt like he was pushing at a steel bar.
He could feel the pressure in his bicep from the strength of this 18-year-old
girl's as he pushed harder. Neither arm was moving but he didn't know how he
was going to move hers. She held a small smile on her face, her face not
looking like she was putting in any effort, and he was trying his best not to
show how hard he was trying.

Chelsea started to push and his bicep hurt even more, her arm moving his down,
and he was unable to do anything about it. He continued to push his hardest,
now just desperate to keep her from winning, him winning quickly seeming like
it wasn't a possibility. Even with his long sleeved shirt on he could tell how
much bigger her arm was than his. As she moved his arm down more he felt so
foolish for spending so much time over the last almost four days talking
himself up about how she was just a high school girl and that there was no way
he wouldn't be able to beat her.

She kept pushing and once she had his arm down past halfway he pretty much
resigned to the fact that he was going to lose. There wasn't much skill or
strategy to arm-wrestling, whoever had the strongest arm was going to win, and
that was clearly her. He felt it more and more in his bicep as she pushed his
arm down more.

When she had his arm almost all of the way, he curled his wrist. That finally
stopped her and he felt a little bit of hope. Even if he managed to hold her
off and somehow win, he was still going to look stupid that he got him down
this far, but he'd still take that, or even a draw, over a loss. Chelsea gave
his hand one more push, though, and quickly put an end to that thinking as he
felt his knuckles hit the table hard to solidify his defeat.

"Good one, that was close," Chelsea said, and he couldn't help but admire her
being respectful. But she wasn't the one he was worried about. He turned his
head to look at Mary, fully anticipating a mocking look on her face like she
had on Friday. But she was looking at Chelsea

"I'll tell you right now, I'm not arm-wrestling you," Mary said. "If you took
both of these big guys down, there's no way I have a chance against you."

She said it in such a friendly, playful way that it completely changed
Trevor's mindset of the whole arm-wrestling thing, making it feel like
something that was just a lot of fun and nothing anything anyone should be
embarrassed about. Even the look on Alan's face had changed to looking happy
and more comfortable once Mary had said that.

"Now let's write some letters," Mary said.

They all grabbed some paper and a pen ready to do so. Friday's class had
seemed awkward and the entire time Trevor had felt like he was responsible for
putting on some kind of show. All that seemed gone now and instead of people
who weren't able to get dates, they just seemed like 4 good friends who were
having a good time together, doing a good deed. It didn't matter if he had a
date, or if Mary would be his date, or why Chelsea couldn't get a date, or why
Alan was such a dork. These were just 4 people with a common interest and a
good group.

**

Well thank you both for coming again," Mary said when it was time for them to
leave. "You two are going to make a lot of people happy."

"Hopefully, my letters put a smile on some of the prisoners' faces," Chelsea
said. "I made sure not to put a picture in any of them, though."

Mary laughed. "No one is going to blame you for that. See you later. Bye
Alan."

"Bye," Alan mumbled, already on his way out the door.

Chelsea followed. Trevor enjoyed the meeting but during the last almost an
hour he had been trying to mentally prepare himself for this. He had already
gotten laughed at by Mary about chickening out against Chelsea. Now that she
had beaten him. He may as well laugh right along with her. Why not?

"Went pretty well again," Mary said to him genuinely.

Trevor knew his best bet would be to jump right into this. "Yeah, went pretty
well despite me humiliating myself."

"Why?" Mary said, looking like she genuinely didn't know what he was talking
about and she actually look concerned. "Oh that," she then said. "Why do you
feel embarrassed about that?"

"Uh." He started to tell her but he couldn't even get the words to come out of
his mouth that he had been beaten by a high school girl.

"Don't worry about that," she said. "She's a strong girl. Bet you're not the
only teacher in this school she can beat. Not even the only male one." She
winked at him. "You probably made her day too. I could see her hiding her
excitement on her face when she beat you. I feel bad for her not having a
valentine so I love that you made her feel good."

"Yeah. Well. She's not the only one."

Mary looked at him curiously. "OK, are you about to tell me that you don't
have a date for tonight and you didn't ask me out?"

"Um," the way he kept not knowing what to say to this pretty lady had become
much more embarrassing for him than losing to a high school girl in arm
wrestling.

"Is it too late for you to ask me out for dinner?" she said.

He couldn't mess this one up. "I hope not."

"I'll text you my address," she said with a little laugh as she walked up to
him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Pick me up at seven." She walked out of
the room and Trevor couldn't hide his smile.

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