Author's Note: This story was created as part of a much larger story that takes place sometime in the past about a girl who develops a relationship with her gym teacher in high school. If conventionally unattractive (butch) women and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 and over...Enjoy!
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I must have dozed off after leaving the Emmerson Community Center with my gym teacher, Miss Treadway. There was a lull that lasted maybe a couple of minutes as I rubbed my eyes and tried my best to get my bearings. I looked around the interior of the car. Even though it was still very dark outside, I knew we'd arrived at Miss Treadway's house.
The house is lovely, respectable, and prim. Not quite the sort of house anyone would guess that a woman like Miss Treadway owned. It is a two story Victorian with a large attic and a wrap-around porch. The recently mowed lawn sported a row of newly planted flowers that lined the driveway on one side. I noticed soft golden lamplight casting a warm glow through the drawn curtains of the living room as the car pulled into the driveway.
Neither one of us spoke as we exited the car. Miss Treadway took me firmly by the arm and led me towards the back door of the house. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a minute or so, we stood in the kitchen not talking. I felt my face getting hot. I could sense the sexual tension building quickly between us. Miss Treadway suddenly broke the awkward silence.
"You know, since you became my student assistant last year...I've struggled with my feelings about getting close to you. I've prayed many times about it, and asked the Lord to guide me because...I thought you were much too young..."
Miss Treadway drew me closer to her. I tried to turn away.
"Let's have a seat...shall we?" She said.
We went to the living room. Right away, I noticed that Miss Treadway must have been sitting there on the sofa earlier in the day reading a book. I don't remember the title of the book. It was something about same-sex couples and affirming scriptures. I know that I've never seen any books like it before in my life. I figure it must be one she'd gotten from that church she belongs to...no wonder everyone at school thinks she and Miss Larsson are nutty! She grabbed the book up and set it on a side table next to a pair of pottery owls roosting silently underneath the lamp.
"Ciara...I dreamed of someday getting a chance to hold you in my arms and kiss you." She said. She was starting to look a bit flustered. "But after you graduated—after college or something...I didn't really plan on things happening so suddenly. But I know that God has brought us together for a reason..."
My heart was pounding violently now. I thought that my teacher could hear it too. She gently grasped my chin and turned my head to meet her admiring gaze. Her eyes were half-closed in a sort of drunken expression. Her thin lips were visibly trembling.
"I never dreamed in all my years of teaching that I would meet such a bright and intelligent girl...and so very, very beautiful..."
Miss Treadway kissed me deeply. Her mouth gently sucked at my lips, biting here and there. When I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth, I thought I tasted the bitter remnants of wine. I thought that was strange, because as far as I know, Miss Treadway always had a very strong opinion against drinking. But then memories of the church and the party from earlier flooded my mind. Did Miss Treadway drink any of the punch before bringing me to the community center? It sure seemed like she was driven by some sort of unusual courage—liquid or otherwise!
By now, I should be past being stunned at the idea of making out with my teacher, but the shock was as real and overwhelming as the first time we kissed towards the end of the last school year. I could feel Miss Treadway's hot breath in my ear and it caused me to shudder. Her next words sent me reeling. I thought I was going to black out!
"This is not easy for me to say, Ciara..."
Miss Treadway looked very anxious now. She was beginning to stammer, and her face was twitching a little. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she had some kind of serious affliction!
"I am in love with you. Oh, dear...everything is happening so fast, and I don't want to scare you, but...God does not ask me to choose between my faith in him and true love. I guess that the heart just wants what it wants...and it wants you."
She was blushing now. She held both of my hands in hers, and was squeezing them tenderly. It was so sweet. Miss Treadway still looked really flustered. She swallowed hard before continuing:
"That boy—Jason Pope...did you mean what you told me earlier, Ciara?"
"I was afraid that Bobbie would find out about us." I said. "I couldn't stand it if we both got caught...I mean...they fired Coach Stalcup!"
"So you won't see him again?" Miss Treadway asked. "And you promise to be mine exclusively from now on...no more boys?"
I detected a strange sort of tone to her voice; like cautious optimism. I know all too well that it isn't easy for Miss Treadway to ask me something like that. She usually is very sharp and direct; she never stammers like this! I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her flushed cheek.
"I love you, Carol Jean. No more boys." I whispered. "I promise."
Miss Treadway took her glasses off, and set them aside. I knew what was coming next. She caressed my face while softly uttering words of love before kissing me again. Her strong hands clasped my shoulders, and slid down my arms while she pressed her moistened lips against my neck in a series of hot ardent kisses. Her voice came soft and guttural in my ear. It sent a smoldering wave of erotic sensation throughout my body.
"Shall we go upstairs, sweetheart?"
