Chapter Three -- Teacher's Surrender
Cori Goodman arrived home at 11:00 AM after spending the night with Virginia Lee, the school principal where she taught. It had truly been an unbelievable evening.
It'd all started yesterday at school when she received her invitation to Ms. Lee's house. At the time she'd viewed it more as an official summons than anything else. After all, there'd been some obvious tension -- sexual tension, from Cori's perspective -- between the two women. Cori had no doubt this would be her official 'dressing down.' In a sense that's exactly what it was.
But it got complicated when Virginia introduced another lover to the game -- her master. Besides being the principal's master, he was also a senior at their school and one of Cori's English Lit students. There was no way Ms. Lee should have been in that relationship and certainly no way Cori could allow herself to fall into the same trap.
But Virginia was in that relationship and Cori did, indeed, fall into the very same trap.
And now it was the morning after and time to reflect; to reflect and to stop this nonsense before it got out of hand!
"My God, woman, what were you thinking!" she shouted out loud to her empty house. "You've risked everything! This has got to stop!"
Funny, but she'd actually tried to talk to Virginia about it this morning, but the Principal had sidestepped each of her queries. Finally, as they kissed goodbye, Virginia ran her hands through her hair and smiled. 'Give it time,' she'd said. 'Give it time.'
Cori made her way through the house and back to the bathroom. Even though she'd showered with Virginia earlier, she felt the need for a long, reflective soak.
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It was 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Cori, dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a white cotton tank top with no bra, was sitting at the dining room table grading papers.
'Who could that be?' she thought as she rose and started for the door. She reached the door, looked through the peephole and froze.
It was him! Brian Bitner, wrestler extraordinaire. And last night, at least, her Master.
"No!" she hissed. He was not her master and she was going to make damn sure he knew it! So she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and pulled opened the door.
"Come on in, Brian," she said without the usual niceties. "We need to talk."
Without a word, or even a smile to betray his feelings, Brian entered the house. He set an envelope down on the small table beside the door and followed her into the house.
While still in the foyer, she turned to face him. "About last night," she started out, a hint of nervous flutter in her voice. "Brian, it was one the most erotic nights of my life and I'll never forget it. But it can't happen again. You can see that, can't you?"
But Brian didn't answer, leaving Miss Goodman to continue her oration unassisted.
"I mean it's just not right. I could lose everything. And the damage it could do you is immeasurable."
Still, Brian maintained his stoic silence. It occurred to Cori that just maybe, she wasn't getting through to the young man.
"Brian, can you at least talk to me? It's hard to have an adult conversation if you won't at least say something."
In answer, Brian took a small step towards her.
'Not the answer I was looking for,' Cori thought as she matched his step forward with a backward one of her own.
"Brian, please say something," she said as he took another step towards her while she took another away.
"I think you'd better leave now," she said, realizing that things were rapidly getting out of hand. She took another step backwards, this time bumping into the wall.
He took a final step forward, and the gap between them was gone
"Please, Brian. We can't do this. It's not right," Cori pleaded. Her mind was screaming at her 'run -- get out while you can!' But her body refused to move.
He reached out and touched her cheek with his hand, sliding the hand to the back of her neck.
As he leaned slightly forward and pulled her towards him, she tried again. "We can't . . . It's not right." But her voice was silenced as her mouth was covered by his.
She stood there, eyes as big as headlights as he began covering her lips with soft, tender kisses. And while she didn't return his kisses, neither did she pull away.
He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak. She meant to tell him to stop, that it wasn't right and that he had to go. She had every intention of seizing control of the situation once and for all. But just as she opened her mouth he was on her again, and this time he had her.