"A Catch with Karen"

By Beetlebomb

 

 

 

 

It had all started when I was reintroduced to my 6th grade teacher, Mrs.Schwam. She appeared like she hadn't aged a day since I last saw her at graduation. Her beautiful long brunette hair still had that same golden shine, and those deep green emerald eyes still made my stomache churn.

 

She was sitting at a coffee table outside of Starbucks, and by the looks of it she was alone.

 

I cleared my throat as I walked up to her,

 

"Excuse me, Mrs.Schwam?" I didn't know her first name, sadly.

 

She looked up from the newspaper on her lap.

 

"Yes? Can I help you?"

 

It was obvious she didn't remember me, it had been almost 10 years since we had last seen each other.

 

"I don't know if you remember me, but I was a student of yours a long time ago at Los Encinos Elementary School."

 

She took off her reading glasses and leaned in to speculate my face.

 

"P-Peter?"

 

I smiled,

 

"You do remember me!"

 

She returned the smile with her own, full-teethed grin.

 

"How could I forget such a silly guy. How have you been?"

 

"Never been better, uhmm..er--

 

"Karen"

 

...

 

"Karen."

 

We gazed into each others eyes awkwardly for a moment.. she looked so young, and yet... deep down I knew she had to be in her 40's by now.

 

Karens' face appeared as if she hadn't aged a day. It wasn't the only thing that didn't change either. Her figure was still the same marvelous object that I'd stare at for hours on end at class everyday. Back in 6th grade she had a perfect hourglass figure with a rack to match. She would always wear those deep 'U' cut t-shirt or sweaters that would show her gapping cleavage. I honestly don't know how I managed to get through the grade without flunking.

 

I focused back after daydreaming,

 

"I-- uh, would you like to go out for dinner sometime? Maybe just to catch up on old times?"

 

"Peter! Are you asking me out on a date?" She put on a playful glare.

 

I could tell my cheeks were bright red,

 

"Y-Yes."

 

"Well the answer is: yes." Her smile never left her face.

 

Our date was set for friday at 6:00pm at the top Sushi restaurant in Los Angeles, Makado. She told me that she would meet me there instead of picking her up. I thought it was strange, but I agreed without much hesitation.

 

We spoke for a couple more minutes about where to eat and decided sushi would be a nice quiet place to sit and talk without letting our meal get in the way. I continued on with my day shortly after, but Karen, none-the-less, was still on my mind the whole time.

 

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We met up at the entrance of Makado just as we had planned and went right inside. Our seats were reserved so we had no problem getting a good bar seat.

 

I hastily began(out of nervousness),

 

"So Karen, do you still teach?"

 

"I do. I actually stopped teaching 6th grade though and moved down to 2nd and 3rd grade material."

 

"Oh, well that's still great. You always were very nice to the younger kids-- Not that you weren't with us!" I was already sweating like a dog. I needed to calm down!

 

I quickly changed the subject,

 

"So now that everythings long gone and done, do you think you could tell me something?"

 

"Sure. What's up?"

 

I leaned in slightly to soften my voice,

 

"Did Ben ever bother you? I mean, with all those insults he'd throw at you all the time I'm sure it bothered you."

 

She looked up at the ceiling, contemplating.

 

"I don't remember any Ben, sorry."

 

"Oh but you have to! He was the one always erasing your stuff on the board when you left to get something or the one that would call you out if you questioned him."

 

After a moments pause...

 

"Oh yea..."

 

It was a less than satisfying answer, but I continued.

 

"What about that time when Steven was chasing around Dave in the gym room and you had to stop them because they were mangling each other. That must of been pretty intense compared to how mellow our school was."

 

There was another pause, as if she wanted me to believe she was thinking.

 

"Yea. haha." she said nonchalantly.

 

I had to ask her by now because I could tell something was bothering her. She wasn't carrying on my conversations.

 

"Is something wrong? Do you not like the sushi?"

 

"No no no, it's not that. I love sushi. It's just..."

 

It seemed as if she was fighting with herself; debating on whether or not to tell me something.

 

"I...I'm not who you think I am, Peter."

 

"What?" I was baffled,

 

"You're Karen Schwam, aren't you?"

 

"Yes, but not the Karen Schwam you know..."

 

She continued,

 

"You see, this may sound strange to you but I promise you I'm not lying."

 

she took a deep breath,

 

"I'm from a parallel universe, Peter. I-... I don't know how to explain this. I've somehow managed to gain the ability to hop from dimension to dimension just by the sheer thought of it. At first, there were only very little discreet changes and then all of a sudden my best friends didn't remember me, I didn't have a job...Or I was 43 years old."

 

I was in complete shock, but managed to answer.

 

"W-when did this happen?"

 

"Well, I was back at home watching T.V. and noticed how itchy and uncomfortable my couch was. That was when I thought about getting a new one; specifically the one I saw in a newspaper ad the other day. And within almost an instant I was sitting on that same brand new couch I was picturing in my head.I started doing it with other things and no one seemed to notice. I felt like a god, but then things started to change unintentionally along with the other things. And eventually I found myself in your universe as a 43 year old Karen Schwam with these big tits."

 

"You didn't always have...you know...those?"

 

She looked down at her cleavage and cupped them slightly.

 

"Oh, well... no; but I did picture having a slightly bigger chest a couple universes ago."

 

She leaned in, very close to me.

 

"Look, Peter, there's just something about you that makes me able to trust you. You're the only one I truly do remember teaching in 6th grade."

 

Her deep emerald eyes were staring into mine with so much hope and desperation. I couldn't say no.

 

"If there's anything you need, you can always talk to me." I said

 

She smiled.

 

"So tell me one thing though, how old are you really?"

 

she responded, "I'm 23."

 

It was then that I realized we were the same age. And I got a raging hard-on from this discovery. She must have noticed me squirming because she looked down to see a tent slowly rising from my semi-loose jeans.

 

"Oh my." she said, as she peered down.

 

Her eyes had an almost lustful appearance to them before she noticed my attention; that made her snap out of it.

 

"So when can I see you again?" I asked her.

 

"How about tomorrow, at Starbucks where we met?"

 

"Sure, sounds great. Lunch time?"

 

"Alright. Oh, and bring a pen."

 

And with that she got up and walked out of Makado.