Late that afternoon Sara Valentine sat at her desk, ostensibly grading papers, but really just staring out the window at the first rays of sunset. She sighed, wishing that it was permissible to smoke in the classroom; she didn't smoke often anymore, but a cigarette sounded really good just then.
She felt abandoned and adrift. She hadn't seen any of the cheerleaders outside of class all week, and suddenly it seemed like she didn't know how to entertain herself anymore. She'd spent the previous night drinking wine and masturbating to internet porn, but ended up just as frustrated as when she started. That morning she'd woken up feeling hung over, dirty, and ashamed. It was all she could do to drag herself out of bed and into school, hoping that something exciting might materialize.
Just then Jackie London walked by and saw Sara sitting there looking forlorn. Jackie had never really liked Sara that much, finding her stuck-up and pretentious. But they had a bond now, they shared a secret, and Jackie had started to soften toward the English teacher, who had a vulnerable side that Jackie found much more appealing than the Sara she'd known previously.
Jackie walked into the classroom and said hello; Sara looked up and smiled. In the past, Sara had never been that big a fan of Jackie, either, thinking her hard-edged and vulgar. But at this moment the sight of Jackie's face lifted Sara's spirits a little. Here was someone who might understand what Sara was going through, though she herself would have had a hard time articulating it.
"How's it going?" asked Jackie.
Sara shrugged. "OK, I guess. I don't know, really."
They chit-chatted for a few minutes about their classes and the latest school gossip. Jackie found herself staring into Sara's eyes, finding them beautiful and intelligent, glowing with an inner light that she had never noticed before. Eventually they ran out of things to talk about and a somewhat awkward silence fell over the room.
At this point Jackie seemed to go into a trance; she felt herself moving automatically, without really thinking about what she was doing. She walked to the classroom door and pulled it closed, scanning the hallway to make sure no one was around. Then she walked over to Sara's desk, dropped to her knees, and crawled underneath.
Sara's heart rate jumped but she made no move, breathing slowly and steadily. She felt Jackie's hands on her knees, a little cold on her warm flesh. Jackie parted Sara's legs and lifted her dress; she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so now Jackie had a close-up view of Sara's thick brown pubes and the pink lips peeking out from underneath.
Jackie took a moment to just breathe deeply, taking in the delicious smell from between Sara's legs. She was just leaning in for a taste when she felt Sara's body go rigid as there was a knock at the door.
