Dorothy had only 3 boy friends in the past, and she had only kissed one of them. It was in college when she shared a kiss with Henry Jones and decided he was gay after that one kiss. It devastated Dorothy, and she never found love after that.

There was nothing wrong with poor Dorothy. She had long blonde hair that waved down right pass her shoulders and light blue-green eyes framed by long lashes. Sure she had some fat here and there and she wasn't exactly a size 2 - inheriting bad genes, Dorothy had a tendency to put on weight - but she wasn't hideous. She had a curvy figure with a full bosom which in her consolation, allowed her to have a cleavage most girls would die for.

But in the world nowadays, Dorothy found it hard to look and feel beautiful and sexy when wearing a size 8 was considered obese. All her students were wearing a size 0 and the ones who wore size 4 were often ostracized by their peers.

It was the second of January when a new teacher arrived. It was the replacement for the History teacher, Mr Goodwill. Everyone had pictured him as man in his 50's with greying hair and bushy eye brows who had the enthusiastic voice of Eeyore the donkey from the story of The Hundred Acre Wood.

The entire faculty was well, stumped when Principal Hawks had introduced him in a meeting. The new teacher bore the name of John Hanks and was easily the most good looking teacher the school had ever had in history.

John had the features of a living Adonis, with his dark brown hair combed back into a sleek hairdo that very few men could pull off, hazel eyes and smile that rivaled the shine from the Sun in a hot afternoon. Though he was wearing a light green long sleeved shirt tucked into his dark slacks, his muscles were very apparent through the thin material.

The best part was, Mr Hanks was single and in the market. The single teachers had dreamed of ending up sleeping on his bed, all except Dorothy. Dorothy had no hope in love anymore but it didn't stop Mr Hanks from befriending her. It was a natural talent, for John to charm anyone with his good looks.

One afternoon, while Dorothy was at her desk grading some papers John walked in. He asked her out and the unsuspecting Dorothy agreed, thinking he just wanted to be friendly.

He turned up at her door step in a black V-neck and jeans with some flowers. She smiled at the gesture and hooked her arm around his. He brought her to the deli nearby for a simple dinner full of jokes and laughter, and a late movie afterwards. Dorothy hadn't had this much fun in years, and she couldn't wipe the smile off her face the whole night.

He pulled over at her porch at midnight. It was a full moon that night and the sky was glittering with stars.

'I had a great time, John. Thanks,' she smiled, reaching for the door handle.

'Don't,' he grabbed her arms and a light tingle ran up her arms. Maybe it was the atmosphere - the stars seemed to urge them to kiss, something Dorothy had absolute no courage for after the whole Henry incident - that had made that happen. John felt the world disappeared and all he could see was how beautiful the person sitting on the passenger seat of his Honda Civic was.

The way her blonde hair waved around her face and stopped just at her desirable breasts, the way the green ring around her light blue eyes made her eyes more alluring, the way her ski-slope nose scrunched up a little when she laughed. Her laugh, it was fairy-like and sounded like music to his ears, however cliched that might sound.

His hands reached up to cup her cheeks, and Dorothy's heart pounded in her rib cage. He leaned in and gently placed his lips on hers. Magical shocks started from their lips to the toes on their feet. They didn't need to doubt it, the feeling was mutual. Dorothy placed her hand around his muscular neck as his hands moved to tangle up in her luscious blonde curls.

The kiss intensified, their lips moving urgently, massaging each other. He licked her lower lip, and she opened it slight just enough for his tongue to enter and explore her mouth. She tasted like sunshine and rainbows, and he longed for more.

After what seemed like hours, they pulled apart, breathing heavily. Their lips were swollen from the kiss and their eyes sparkled in the moon light.

'Wow,' he breathed. 'That was amazing.'

She opened her mouth but no sound came out, so she just nodded. It was amazing. It was wonderful. The one kiss felt like no other, it made her whole body tingle with desire. She haven't felt this happy in a long time.

She wanted more.

'You want to come in an have some coffee or something?' she found her lips moving on their own and she blushed right after. 'Sorry, you don't -'

'Sure,' he interrupted.

The next morning, Dorothy fluttered her eyes open to see John's hazel ones staring back at her own. The night before flashed in her mind and she smiled.

Perhaps all was not lost after all.