Pt. 4: Coming Together
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen.
Ms. A. gives me another lesson for a healthy, loving life.
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That Friday, Ms. A. sent me a text that she had befriended Andie, the girl that shoved me when I tried to kiss her. I was a little upset that Ms. A. talked to Andie, but it only lasted a moment.
"Oh? How is she?" I texted back.
"Fine. She knows u and I are neighbors. She wanted me to say hi."
"Oh."
"She likes u, a lot I think."
"Really? Then...nevermind."
"She's sorry for shoving. She just reacted. Automatic. She was just afraid, but not really about u. Y don't you come over after school? We'll talk about it."
At around 3:30, I knocked on Ms. A.'s side door and she let me in. We kissed, but she pulled away, then brought me inside. To my surprise, Andie was there, standing in the living room.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I replied. I realized that when Ms. A. said, 'we'll talk about it', she meant the three of us.
Ms. A. looked different again. Her hair seemed more blonde and her eyes were...powerful, mesmerizing. She said, "I brought you both here to get to know each other. You're both young and things between you got off to an awkward start. I feel that it was all a misunderstanding, one that I can't let continue knowing you both as well as I do."
Ms. A.'s words, her very presence moved things along. I had to speak from the heart. "Andie, I didn't mean to be a jerk. Worse than that, I didn't mean to be polite or respectful either. For that, I'm really sorry for what I did and how I did it." I looked at Ms. A., and added, "I've learned a few things since then."
I didn't know it right then, but Andie felt the same way I did. She too spoke from the heart, "Alright, I forgive you. I should also tell you that I'm sensitive and easily frightened, especially from some men." Andie looked at Ms. A., then said, "Something happened to me a few years ago. Maybe I'll tell you one day. I've been kind of hypervigilant since, programmed to protect myself. I could have used my words instead of just shoving you, and I'm sorry about that."
"It's alright. You have a right to defend..."
"But it's how I did it."
I nodded to Andie and said, "I'm glad we talked it over."
"Me too. Thanks to Ms. A. for that."
"No need to thank me. I know you both and knew you needed to each hear that deeper story. May I suggest you two relive that moment."
Andie and I looked at each other, then back at Ms. A, confused. Her voice was persuasive and what she said seemed so obvious and so right. We didn't wait; we both smiled and approached each other. We put our hands on each other's shoulders and hips, gently, without grabbing. Then we kissed. It was so perfect!
"Oh, that's very nice," Ms. A. said, her voice powerful and seeming to come from multiple directions.
Andie and I paused for just a moment to look at each other. Then we went back to kissing, more passionately than before, and soon we were holding each other tight and breathing hard. For just a moment, I wondered why neither of us minded that Ms. A. was there, not just watching, but directing.
"Very nice, very nice," Ms. A. said. "You can sit if you like."
Things moved pretty fast then. It was the weirdest thing, we acted as if Ms. A wasn't even there. Who would do that? There was a tiny thought in the back of my head that Ms. A. was watching, and for reasons I still can't figure out, it seemed just fine. Andie must have felt the same way.
We sat next to each other on the couch and we tried to kiss and hold each other, but for only a few seconds. Loveseats, it turns out, were designed to prevent making love. Granted, countless babies have been conceived on them, no doubt, but let's face it, they just suck. Recognizing this, Andie sat on my lap and soon we were lying down, embracing, kissing, moaning, and grinding our bodies against each other.
All the while, Ms. A was watching and encouraging us. "Feel each other's body, listen to each other breathe and moan. Mmmm, feel that passion building."
The passion definitely kept building. Andie grabbed my ass about the same time I grabbed hers. We continued groping each other through our clothes, our heart rates and breathing rising, our moans became more and more frantic.
"Ooooh," Ms. A. hummed. "I can hear the desperation rising. So much joy in touching, even with all those clothes on."
The moment she said this, I tugged on Andie's blouse while she went for my belt buckle. As we went to work on each other's clothing, we kissed each other's necks. Andie kissed and bit my ear, making me moan. Then I reached across one breast to grab the other, making her moan.