Patty Carson and I got to know each other casually by having the same lunch schedule. We would join a few faculty members in the teacher's lounge to get away from the lunchroom chaos and simply enjoy a brief period of conversing with other adults. Even then, we could all be pretty silly, and Patty and I realized we both had the same offbeat view of life. We shared a sense of humor that sometimes bordered on being shockingly sick. Her biting wit and intelligence attracted me first. The fact that she had sea blue eyes, a gorgeous mouth, and a body to die for were just icing on the cake.
Both of us married, we still flirted with each other and then later began chatting on the computer in the evenings and weekends. There was nothing for us to hide from the other teachers in our friendship and we were pretty open about how much fun we had kidding around with each other. I'm sure there was some gossip because that is what some teachers do as a hobby. Neither of us cared; we were having too much fun. Besides, we hadn't done anything - yet.
One Friday night, I went to the high school football game without my wife. I had asked her to go with me, but she said she had absolutely no interest in sitting on hard wooden bleachers and listening to me talk about school with the other teachers. She had been a bit angry with me for some time for leaving an executive position with a large international company to follow my heart into a career that would make a difference in one or more lives.
Midway through the first quarter, I saw one of guidance counselors standing next to Patty, waving his arms at me. I went down the bleachers to say hello and noticed a huge grin on Patty's face.
“Hi, Patty. How are you, Dave?”
“Our girl here has had a little bit of wine and needs someone to keep an eye on her,” Dave grinned. “I've got to go talk with a parent about her child. Would you mind babysitting for a little while?”
“Sure, Dave. I'll be glad to watch her,” I laughed.
“Mike, honey, you are such a cutie-pie. Show me to our seats,” Patty said as she took my hand in hers. She was not slurring her words, but I could smell the wine on her breath and her eyes sparkled a little more than normal.
The September night was warm, so Patty was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans which emphasized her well-rounded ass and muscular thighs. Her t-shirt was under a strain from her large breasts which she kept under control by wearing a special bra for women who were unusually busty.
As we made our way up the bleachers, Patty laughed and called out the names of teachers she spotted in the stands. She, too, was alone because her husband (I later learned) had no interest in her or her work. He had been very cold an aloof for several months and this was very difficult for someone as outgoing and gregarious as Patty.
When we sat down, Patty hooked her right arm around my left arm and I could feel the warmth and pressure of her right breast on my arm. Since I was already attracted to her physically and mentally, it didn't take long for me to become sexually aroused as I tried to focus on the game. The scent of her perfume wafted into my nose and I fought the urge to turn to her and kiss her hungrily on those beautiful red lips. We shared a lot of laughs and meaningful eye contact during the first half, and I perceived a sexual hunger in her eyes as well.
“Have you got a key to the building, Mike? I have to go the bathroom, and I don't want to use those nasty public toilets behind the stands. I really need to pee,” she giggled.
“Good idea. I've got to go myself.”
My mind began to race as I knew we would be alone in the building. I wondered if I could keep my hands off her.
