(The Second installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)
It was 3:30, and Lance was finishing up some correcting and getting ready to head home for the day. He usually worked until 4:00 or so, correcting his 3rd graders work or preparing for the next day, but it was Friday and he just wanted to go home. As Lance sat at his desk and recorded the last grammar grade in his book, his thoughts turned to Annie. He had thought about her quite a bit lately. Prior to leaving at the beginning of this year, Annie had taught the 2nd grade class next door for three years, two of which Lance had been teaching at Livermore Elementary.
Over the course of the two years that Annie and Lance worked next door to each other, they had become extremely close, and spent a large amount of their time at work together. They spent their planning times visiting, they collaborated on projects together, and knew a few intimate details about the other that even their significant others were not privileged. Somewhere along the way a mutual physical attraction had also festered. He was drawn to her beautiful, long, black hair, adorable smile, amazingly ample yet perky breasts, and what he referred to as her "Lift my skirt up around my waist and give it to me from behind" gorgeous ass. He also loved how sexy she always presented herself in her array of skirts and high-heeled boots. She found herself drawn to his overly confident demeanor, anything goes personality, and the ease with which each was able to converse and confide in the other.
In the second year of the two working together, the comfort level between them went to a whole new level. It was an unseasonably hot spring day in May. The two were eating lunch together and chatting, when Annie broke out a joke. Lance reached out and patted her knee, "You're a regular Jay Leno, aren't you?" As the words came out of Lance's mouth, his hand came to rest on Annie's knee and he winked at her. The two continued talking with Lance's hand still firmly on Annie's bare knee. A few minutes later, as Annie was talking about plans for the afternoon she felt something caressing her upper thigh. She looked down to see Lance fingertips softly gliding over her silky smooth skin.
"I... ah.... losing my train of thought," Annie said, a bit flustered.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?" Lance said trying to sound sincere.
" No, that's ok. It actually feels quite good."
"Well in that case," Lance whispered gliding his fingertips up a bit higher coming very close to the top of Annie's thigh.
"Oh... ah...yeah that feels very good too," was all Annie could manage.
"It's important to feel good," Lance assured her, as he moved his fingers up to the spot where her panties met her thigh. Slowly, he moved the silk off to the side and gently placed two fingers on Annie's labia, moving them over the soft, moist lips and gliding effortlessly to the little nub of her clitoris. Lance began massaging her in a soft, circular motion.
"Oh my, that feels great. I love that," Annie said, her breathing starting to increase.
Lance continued massaging Annie until she put her hand over his. "You need to stop Sweetie or I'm going to have problems."
"You are? Oh man. I want to hear you have problems."
"I know you do, but I'm already so wet and the kids are coming."
"Alright," Lance pouted as he kissed her. "I'm going to run and pee. Can you watch the kids for me for a minute?"
"That's the least I can do for you, Mr. Sheldon," Annie teased as Lance ran out of the room and headed for the bathroom.
That was as far over the line the two had ever gone before or after. Annie would occasionally flash Lance her amazing ass or perfect breasts with beautiful, little nipples and sure, Lance would lean up against her from behind once and awhile just to feel Annie push her ass into his semi-hard member. On occasion the 2nd and 3rd grade teachers at Livermore Elementary would also walk down to the art room located in the basement of the school, where it was private, just to hug and kiss a bit, but Annie Woodman and Lance Sheldon never again quite reached the depth of connection they did on that hot, May afternoon in Annie's room.
"Well, that will about do it I think," Lance said to himself coming out of his daydream and tidying up his room. "God, I miss you girl."
"You miss what girl?" a voice asked from the doorway. "Hey, Hot Stuff."
"No fucking way!" exclaimed Lance as he jumped up out of his seat and ran to the front of the room, wrapping his arms around his surprise visitor and squeezing her hard.
"Were you thinking about me again?" Annie teased as Lance loosened up his grip and the two looked each other in the eye.
"Well, of course I was. I've missed you so much."
"Me too. Why do you think I came to visit? I'm glad you're still here because everybody else seems to have taken off."
"It's 3:45 on Friday afternoon. I guess I'm the only foolish one still working at this time on a Friday."
