"Ohhhh, Milt!" Heidi Tate cooed while the man sitting next to her on the sofa tickled her neck with his fingertips. Warmth and delight began to spread through her. Her companion was Milt Bingham, the assistant principal of Jamestown High School, where Heidi was employed as school nurse.
The assistant principal was about five-six, balding, and somewhat portly. He had been very attentive to Heidi ever since he assumed the assistant principal's position at the beginning of the school year. He had been asking her out for quite a while, but she declined at first. Once she knew him better and came to regard him as a friend, she accepted his invitation to dinner.
He took her to a nice restaurant where they enjoyed a delicious meal. Heidi found she enjoyed spending time with Milt more than she thought she would and, when he asked, she agreed to accompany him to his apartment for an after-dinner drink.
When they got to Milt's tiny, but neat, apartment he mixed them each a drink, then they sat down on the sofa and chatted for a bit.
Then Milt set his drink down and began tickling Heidi's neck. "Your skin is so soft," he murmured as his fingers trailed over her.
Heidi, a divorcé, wasn't sure what to do. She'd been worrying all evening about what she would do if something like this happened. She was in a quandary because she wanted this to happen, yet she dreaded it, too. It had been a long time since she'd known loving, she was vulnerable, and she knew that in the past she had made ill-advised decisions when she was in that state of mind.
"Heidi, you are so beautiful!" Milt whispered as his hand slid lightly over the nurse's neck. He'd been trying to get her to go out with him for so long, and now she was in his apartment and, so far at least, she wasn't resisting his advances. Like his attractive companion, he had been alone for a long time. While he touched Heidi, he felt himself rapidly traveling down the road to arousal.
Milt felt a powerful attraction for the pretty school nurse almost from the moment he set eyes on her. He thought she was one of the prettiest women he'd ever encountered. She was very pleasant and friendly toward him, more so than most of the women he met. And when he found out she was divorced he made up his mind that at last, he'd found the woman he could marry. The pudgy assistant principal had little experience in relationships, but felt that, after many years, he was developing one with Heidi Tate.
Heidi, blessed with genes that made her look ten years younger than she really was, had a very pert face, with startling green eyes. She was about five-seven, weighed just under one-thirty, and her lean body was wonderfully curved. She had lost a few pounds and the weight loss helped make her look even younger. She had white-blonde hair, which she wore straight, cut about ear-length. Tonight she had on a double-breasted tan suit that clung delightfully to her curvy body. The suit had a short skirt, which displayed her finely-formed legs.
Heidi felt Milt's hand cup her chin and she let him tug her face toward his. She still had misgivings about what was happening, but the gentleness with which he'd been tickling her neck had desire starting to glow inside her. When their faces moved toward each other, she gazed into his blue eyes and saw the longing in them. When their lips met a warm glow began to form inside her. She heard Milt groan softly and a soft thrill rippled through her. "This evening has been so nice, and it's getting better," she thought as the glow inside her intensified. "I'm glad I finally agreed to go out with Milt. He's really a sweet, gentle man."
Heidi had divorced her self-absorbed, philandering husband three years earlier. During the time her marriage was crumbling, her vulnerability led her into affairs with two students from the school where she worked. She knew sleeping with students was wrong, but she didn't have the strength to follow the dictates of her conscience. The affairs, which remained known only to her and the young men, still caused her feelings of guilt.
The first affair, with a young man named Bobby Draper, bothered her mainly because of how wanton she'd acted. He came to her office one day because he had sprained his ankle and...
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She was sitting in her office, distracted by thoughts of her sex life, or lack of one. Her husband hadn't made love to her in months and Heidi, a warm-blooded woman by nature, sorely missed the satisfaction the man she'd once been married to was no longer giving her. The soft knock on her office door snapped her out a delightful memory of a time early in her marriage when her husband wouldn't let her alone. The memories had aroused her but, unfortunately, she had no way of doing anything about that. She sighed softly, shook her head to clear it, and said, "Come in!"
Bobby Draper opened the door and hobbled in. She smiled at him. Bobby was a good student and was always very pleasant and polite. He was also kind of cute. He had taken an Emergency Medical Technician's course she'd talked the school into offering.
"What can I do for you, Bobby?" she asked. She saw him limping when he walked in and assumed he had hurt his foot or ankle. "What happened?" She got out of her chair and walked over to him.
"Ah...Nothin'...nothin'," Bobby said and blushed.
"From the way you're limping, I'd say it's something," she commented. For some reason, it was very warm in her office, warmer than it usually was.
"Aw, I just twisted my ankle on the steps," Bobby said. "Really, it's nothing. Mr. Davis made me come up here. If it was broken, I wouldn't be able to walk on it, right?"
"Maybe," she said. "But you took the EMT course, so you know that's not always the case." She took his arm and led him to the cot that sat along one wall of her office. "Sit down here, Bobby," she said. "Maybe your ankle isn't broken, but you might have sprained it. Why don't I take a look?"
She knelt on the floor, took Bobby's shoe off and manipulated the ankle. It moved without causing him a lot of pain. "Maybe it isn't sprained," she said. "Maybe you just strained it."
"Do...you have a...girlfriend, Bobby?" she heard herself inquiring. She had no idea where the question came from, or why she was asking it. She kept caressing his foot and it kept getting warmer in her office.
"Ah...I...I'm...sorta going with Paula Wilton," Bobby replied.
She was so wrapped up in how the bare skin of the young man's foot fetlt that she didn't hear his choked reply. "His skin is soft!" she thought. She continued to caress his ankle and leg absently. "Touching him feels so nice. God, how long has it been since I've touched someone? Someone male?" Need, which had been smoldering in her, began to flare and, as it did, it began to push reason and judgment aside. "It's been so long since I've had anyone make love to me, and to make love to," she mused. Her hand slid farther up the young man's leg. "I wish there was someone who wanted me!" She took a deep breath. "Do...do you have...a...a girlfriend, Bobby?" she heard herself asking again. She didn't realize that she had already asked the young man that, and he'd responded. She was so addled by carnal feelings that she wasn't aware of what she was saying or doing.
"Ah...yeah, Paula Wilton, like...like I said," Bobby replied.
"Do...do you and she...do you make love, Bobby?" she heard herself whisper. She had no idea why she was asking the young man such intimate questions. It was almost as if someone else was asking them using her voice. She was trembling and her heart was pounding. Her hands continued to steal lightly up and down the boy's leg.
