Chapter 4. You might want to read the first 3. This one is short. Longer ones are in waiting. Enjoy and thanks for reading.
Sunday was a yell fest with my mom. Finally Monday came around and the school week started. I couldn't remember a time when I actually wanted to return to school after the weekend.
I walked into class and sat at my seat. She winked at me quickly then started a lecture about this and that. We turned in our projects and then started some busy work. I took my usual seat by her desk as the class started to get busy with the work.
"I miss you," I said softly.
"I do to," she said as she started clicking away on the computer. "I wish you could stop by, I need you," she continued. "I am getting wet just thinking about it."
"I am ready when you are," I replied.
"Not as easy as you thought," she teased.
"I guess you were right," I conceded.
Mr. Cooper, the science teacher, walked into the room and headed towards us. The gay looking man had a question to ask. Although we didn't really think he was gay he had a strangeness about him that made you think he was. He was very different and most didn't care for him. She dashed me a get lost look as he rounded the corner so I stood and started to walk away.
He stopped and started to ask her something. I turned with my pencil and pretended to stab him. The class saw and erupted with laughter. He didn't even turn as he talked to her. Sarah was smiling and trying not to laugh as I finished the joke and continued back to my seat. They discussed something and then he turned and smiled to the class. He exited as I got one last stab at him before he left. There were more giggles as the door shut.
"Okay class," Sarah laughed, "time to settle down and stop encouraging him to do such silly things." "Although," she started, "never mind." She shook her head with a laugh and sat back down, crossing her legs in her short skirt, the most revealing one she had worn. It rode way high on her thigh and showed a lot of those sexy legs. Grr I said to myself as I returned to her desk.
"You decide where and when and I will find my way up that little skirt of yours in a hurry," I whispered. She continued to click before she answered.
"I don't know sweet," she said. "It's not like I can walk out and do my own thing like last week, he is home for now," she continued.
"I know but we can meet down the street from my house and talk about how freaking difficult that project was last week and that we don't need another," I barked.
She snapped up and asked, "What?" A student stood at her desk with a question. She realized why I changed the subject quickly. "Well, we won't have another for a few more weeks," she replied in tone with my fake conversation. She focused on the other student and did her best to answer the question. They left and she returned to clicking and thinking.
"So how about me checking under that skirt," I asked quietly. She just clicked away for a minute.
"Hey," I asked a little louder.
"What's the matter with you," I asked?
"Sorry its nothing," she said.
"What's the matter," I asked again, more serious this time.
"He's just mean, that's all and I can't take it," she replied. "Then you come in here and are so nice and perfect, I get wet just thinking about you and it's so hard to think about not going somewhere with you," she continued.
"Well I'm sorry for that," I replied. "You know I would take you far away if I could."
"I know and trust me I wish I could," she replied.
The bell rang and the class emptied out.
"We got five minutes and a closet," I teased.
"I am not that despite yet," she said. "I don't think I can bring myself to that." "What if we get caught," she asked?
"Okay," I said. I leaned in and kissed her softly and quickly. She pulled me back and kissed me hard with passion. I loved the feel of her soft tongue as it ran across mine. Her hand wandered to my cock. She broke and looked at me, her eyes said it all.
"You have to go now," she said blankly.
"I think I do," I replied. If I leaned back in for one more, all the things on her desk would have been on the floor.
"I will be thinking of you," she said.
"Me too," I replied as the door shut. I headed for the bus and home to my nightmare. She locked up and headed home to hers.
The rest of the week went much like Monday, all talk but no action. By Friday we seemed as though we were drifting away. Her husband had not made plans to fix the Columbia deal and I was wrapped up in practice and work at home. Things weren't looking good.
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I walked down the aisle at Wal-Mart and looked at the new magazine they had about trucks. I pulled one off the rack and opened it up. "Nothing really interesting," I sighed. I glanced over and spotted a hot girl walking by. I focused in on her ass. It stuck out just perfect in jeans that didn't have back pockets. They allowed the viewer to see how perfect the ass was. A white little tank top had slid up and revealed the skin between the jeans and shirt. I did a double take.
"Shit that's her," I cried, "Sarah." I tossed the magazine down right in the isle and started to follow her. She rounded the corner and continued walking as she didn't hear me calling. I had a lot of ground to make up as I weaved around the display cases of various stuff.
I rounded the corner and looked hard through all the people and carts to try and find the short blonde with the braided hair. I saw just a flash as she turned down an aisle at the far end of the store. Fuck she moved fast I thought. I pushed on with a quick pace.
