THREE. (PART THREE)
Roughly two weeks following my phone sex session with Laura (and still with something like six weeks to go until graduation) Miss Welker walked up to me one morning while I was going through my locker just before classes were about to start for the day and (with several of my fellow classmates within eyesight and earshot) handed me a sealed envelope while saying...
"Here you go Sally. This is that recommendation letter that you asked me to write for you. I hope it helps with getting you into the right classes at college this fall."
Having never requested anything of the sort of course, I played along and accepted that envelope and replied, "Thanks a lot Miss Welker. You're a lifesaver!"
I then made a bee-line for the ladies room, entered a stall and tore open that envelope to discover a full-page receipt that Miss Welker had obviously printed off online. It showed me that she had made a reservation at a Holiday Inn located in a town about fifty miles away from Small Town City for the Saturday night then about ten days in the future. Room number 312. I'll never forget that number as long as I'm alive! Check-in was anytime after 2PM. Number of guests? Only one. But there was also a notation made that the guest in question was expecting for two of her nieces to swing by for a while on the night in question.
And I have no idea how I refrained from sprinting off at that and doing a lap around school with that receipt held high above my head while screaming out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the top of my lungs. But I did make sure to show it to Laura later that morning in between classes. And much to her credit, she too remained subdued after glancing over what it said and, instead, merely mumbled out in response, "Holy fuck we actually did it."
Which were my sentiments exactly as well.
And I should mention here that Laura and I had of course seen each other plenty around school in the aftermath of (first) our bathtub adventure together and (more recently) our unbelievably erotic phone sex session. We just didn't speak to each other very much in those instances however. Not that things were in any way awkward between us though. It was more like we had an unstated understanding that we need not do or say anything together that might have tipped off any of our fellow classmates to the fact that there was something going on between she and myself.
But we spoke on the phone together during the weekend prior to our date with Miss Welker to plan everything out accordingly. In order to give ourselves enough time to do our thing in that hotel room and still make it back home in time for curfew, we decided to head off together at six o'clock on the evening in question so as to meet with Miss Welker around seven. And because Laura had a car that was slightly more reliable than mine, she agreed to drive us there and back herself with us both splitting the cost in gas.
Then there was the matter of how to explain to our respective groups of close friends (and not to mention boyfriends) why we would both be unavailable to do whatever on the following Saturday night. And after talking things over, we decided that feigning a temporary illness was the only thing that made sense. So call us a pair of psychics for knowing a full week in advance that we would neither be feeling well on the following Saturday.
Then there was another matter too that we needed to plan out. Although it may not have aroused too many suspicions around that hotel had I arrived wearing one of my cute little tennis outfits (sans underwear of course) the same can't be said had Laura arrived alongside me wearing her cheerleading uniform (sans underwear also of course).
So I paid Miss Welker's classroom a visit after-hours that following Wednesday, shut the door behind me, walked up to where she was sitting at her desk and started by saying, "I hope seven o'clock works for you Aunt Emily."
Unable to keep from smiling at that my first time calling her by her first name (which isn't really Emily of course) Miss Welker then replied, "Seven sounds fine. And is there anything else?"
"Actually yes," I said. "Laura and I have decided to be wearing a certain outfit apiece when paying you that visit. So unless you have any better ideas, expect for us to head into the bathroom together right off the bat to change into them for you."
After giving the matter some thought, "Tell you what instead," Miss Welker replied. "They have an indoor pool at that hotel. So why don't you two meet me there and grab my key-card so you can head up to my room and change into your outfits together in private. I promise to then be along shortly myself."
"Wearing some type of bathing suit surely," I guessed. "I just can't help but wonder if it's going to be a one-piece or two-piece."
With another smile, "It will be something appropriate for the situation I can assure you," Miss Welker replied. "Don't worry though. I'll make sure to keep you two from getting a good look at it until I've at least first seen what type of outfits you've both decided to change into for me."
Satisfied with everything at that, I bade Miss Welker a good day and started to make my leave of her classroom. But I was struck by a certain notion once I got to the door and turned around and asked, "What excuse have you told your boyfriend to explain why you're going to be unavailable for most of this weekend?"
With a shrug of her shoulders, "Why should I lie?" Miss Welker asked in reply. "I'm feeling a bit stressed out from the school year dragging on like it is so I scheduled a mini staycation just for myself."
"You're a genius," I stated.
"Flattery will get you everywhere my dear," Miss Welker replied.
Which marked the final words spoken between us until that following Saturday evening. But then while making my exit from Miss Welker's classroom, I made sure to shimmy my hips just so to make my ass do a little dance inside of the skin-tight khaki shorts I was wearing at the time.
And don't ask why I braided my mane of red hair into a pair of pigtails that Saturday afternoon. Maybe it was just to give myself an overall look that screamed 'schoolgirl' to serve as a reminder to Miss Welker that she was being a very bad teacher for agreeing to meet with Laura and me for the purpose of making her certain fantasy come true.
Then when Laura arrived to pick me up later that evening with her mane of light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, she reached over and gave a tug on one of my braids as I was settling into the passenger seat beside her and said, " Your kinkiness knows no bounds Sally."