It was Friday at Ellem's Orchard high school, which meant it was a half day for the students. They were gone by Eleven o'clock and most of the staff punched out not long after. By Three O'clock, it was usually just Louise and Tommy, which opened a realm of possibilities for them to fool around.
Louise popped her head into Tommy's classroom, but it was empty. She checked for him in the teacher's lounge but found the door locked. Where had he popped off to?
The intercom crackled before coming to life, startling a gasp out of her. "Ms. Louise Asterina." Tommy's voice boomed through the PA speakers and echoed throughout the school. "Ms. Asterina. Please report to the gymnasium." The intercom clicked off.
She walked to the gymnasium wondering what in the world Tommy was up to. When she arrived, she found that he'd laid out some of the big gym mats, then placed an old checkered blanket on top. There were two glasses, a bottle of red wine along with a delicious spread of cheese, croissants, and one of his favorite poetry books.
"A picnic?" Louise laughed. "Inside here?"
Tommy nodded. "Well. It seemed a bit too muggy outside, so..." He finished by gesturing to the quaint indoor picnic.
Louise thought it was adorable and sweet. She drew closer, eyed the small spread in the middle of this vast open room, and nodded approvingly. "Not bad for an English teacher."
Tommy gave her a sideways glance before pulling off his glasses and polishing them with his shirt. "Language Arts," he corrected.
She sat down and reached for the bottle as Tommy took a seat next to her. "What's the occasion?"
"No occasion." He answered. "I just wanted to try something different and spend time with you."
They ate and talked, pausing here and there so that Tommy could feed her bits of cheese and croissant. The latter flaked and left a terrible mess on her blouse, but she didn't mind.
"Unladylike." Tommy teased her. He brushed off her cream-colored blouse and took his time around her breast. Louise rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his care.
"Whatever, English teacher."
After the wine and cheese and croissants, Louise began to drowse. It didn't help that the sun had just started to set, casting the room in soft tangerine colors from the skylights. Laying on their checkered blanket, Louise lay down and snuggled up to Tommy while he read to her. Before she knew it, her eyes began to droop, and she found herself resisting the Sandman's call. She felt good but didn't want to lose the moment to sleep.
She caught some of the poetry he was reading and couldn't help but chuckle to herself. He was so taken by words, so moved by phrases and ideas. Louise wasn't one for reading or poetry, but she liked the deep timbre of his voice and the soothing way he pronounced his consonants.
Yet, she found herself wanting more than just poetry verses. She wanted Tommy's undivided attention. Something had to be done; otherwise, he'd get lost in his five-dollar words, and Louise would end up sleeping the time away.
Perhaps it was the wine that emboldened her, but Louise sat up and snatched the book out of his hands. "Enough of your flowery language," she said and watched as surprise flashed across Tommy's face.
"Hey," he protested, but his voice was soft and playful. It wasn't until Louise nonchalantly tossed the book over her shoulder that Tommy genuinely sounded displeased.
"Careful!" He warned. "That's a first edition!"
The book hit the gym floor with a thwack, and Tommy moved to rise, but Louise forced him back down with her palms. Before he could protest further, she straddled him, purposefully grinding her crotch against his.
"You know," Louise started with a playful lilt in her voice. "I'm a first edition too."
"Is that right?" He asked leerily. "Maybe I should throw you then, you know? Treat you the same way." He bucked his hips, bouncing Louise up and down as if she were riding a stubborn horse. She let out a surprised scream that echoed through the gym. He nearly tossed her off of him, but she held on with a smile framed by her bouncing curly hair.
"You better not," Louise warned, and Tommy eased his hip-to-hip assault. Louise leaned forward, intending to kiss him, but just before their lips touched, Tommy surprised her by bucking his hips again. She let out a mincing laugh and swatted his chest playfully. She told him to stop, then begged him to, until at last, his assault finally abated.
"Stop, Stop." She begged until his second onslaught finally subsided. "You're so bad."
"I prefer the term bawdy."
Louise turned back to him and shot Tommy a questioning look. "I thought bawdy was a woman's word?"
"A woman's word?" Tommy echoed it back in that smarmy tone. "What exactly is a woman's word?"
"You know, like boudoir."
He chuckled and said, "Well, aren't you full of surprises this evening Ms. Asterina."
Louise swatted his chest again. "You know what I mean, smart ass. A word that has to do with or is associated with women."
"As far as I know," he began reaching out and taking her by the hips. Louise felt him grind his hips up into her crotch. There was none of the playfulness of before, just Tommy using what he had, to tease what he wanted. "Bawdy isn't patented or owned by any particular gender."
"Stop," she pleaded, but her mouth lulled open, in a silent sensual moan. "You're gonna' make me horny," Louise added in what was little more than a whisper. Arousal descended upon her like nightfall. She loved it when Tommy teased her, and the idea of being naughty in the gymnasium only fueled her desire.
"That's impossible. First additions, don't get horny."
"Oh yeah?" Louise chided. "Did your poetry book tell you that?"
Tommy grinned at her question before his face stilled. Then, as if he were an appliance that had just been unplugged, he went limp, dropping Louise on his lap. She let out a sharp oof sound just before more laughter caught up with her.
"Since we're both pretending," Tommy said, barely moving his lips. "What word am I now?" His hands splayed out to each side, and his feet were slightly spread.
