"Is everyone here? We need to get this faculty meeting started. We have a lot to discuss," said the gray haired principal, settling his glasses on his nose and shuffling a stack of papers loudly against the podium.
An older woman with a steel gray severe bob of hair and a pinched face raised her hand. "Sir, Isabella is missing, again." She grimaced in disapproval and nodded emphatically.
The principal cleared his throat, looking around for the missing music teacher. "Thank you, Mrs. Tinsey. Anyone seen her?"
Another hand raised, this one belonging to a youthful math teacher. "She said she'd be in the costume closet sorting through props for tonight's show and that she had approval."
"Er, yes," he cleared his throat again, "I supposed that's right. Well, just in case, Jesse, why don't you go fetch her."
"Yes, sir," replied the new science teacher, nodding his head respectfully and hiding his grin. Jesse walked out of the meeting and headed down the hall, entering the dark theatre and walking backstage. He pressed his ear against the light brown door and paused, listening.
"Sleep, sleep, I couldn't sleep tonight, not for all the jewels in the crown," a high soprano voice lilted the pure tune pass the door. "I could have danced all night...I could have danced all night, and still have begged for more. Or in my case," a throaty laugh followed, "I could have fucked all night." A giggle. "For shame, Isabella, you're such a slut!" Another giggle. "C'mon, girl, fold these costumes, you've got a faculty meeting this afternoon." Jesse heard humming continue as the sounds of busy hands penetrated the door. The song continued and Jesse turned the knob of the door, gently, pushing it open in slow increments and peeking one eye inside the room.
Isabella's back was to him. She was wearing a lavender sundress, arms smooth and gleaming as she hung costumes on hangers and set them on their racks. The sundress nipped in at the waist and flowed over her hips, legs and ankles. She was barefoot and a painted toenail tapped in rhythm to her song. Her hips swayed with the music as she continue to fold and sort costumes.
"You're late," Jesse murmured in a low, deep voice.
Isabella gasped, spinning and clutching a medieval costume to her breasts. "Jesse! You scared me to death!"
"Why are you suddenly shy?" He murmured as she blushed a pretty pale shade of pink and looked at the floor. "I liked hearing you sing."
"Oy vey! How long were you listening?" Her eyes widened.
He chuckled. "Oh long enough to hear some interesting lyrics." He cleared his throat, gave a silly mi, mi, mi warmup and then sang, "I could have fucked all night, I could have fucked all night, and still have begged for more."
"Oy vey!" Isabella rolled her eyes and gave a little giggle. "Shouldn't you be at that meeting?" She nervously checked her watch. "It started five minutes ago and Mr. Calpert will ramble for another 20 minutes before he gets to the meat and potatoes of his talk."
"So we have 20 minutes," Jesse whispered as he advanced towards the lavender clad woman. She scooted back, bumping against a row of hangers and sending them skittering against each other in an anxious jingle of metal. Isaballa gave a nervous giggle and turned around to quiet the hangers in their lively dance.
Jesse's arms encircled her, resting his chin on her head and breathing in the scent of her hair. He nuzzled her neck and tugged her earlobe with his teeth. She stiffened for a moment in his arms, "there's no time for that!" her voice came out a shaky whisper.
His hands roamed up the front of her body, tracing her ribcage and tickling over her nipples. Her nipples hardened in his hands and her breathing became a little ragged. "Please, Jesse," she whimpered.
"Please what?" his voice rasped in her ear as his tongue flicked out and traced her clavicle. His right hand traveled down her stomach and cupped her through the lavender dress, resting his palm along the mound between her thighs. "You're already wet."
