"It looks like we have all the senior uniforms checked in. Everything is accounted for." Sara said as she made her way over to my desk. I opened my notebook and checked "Senior Uniforms" off of my to-do list.
Sara had volunteered to come in after her college classes were over for the week to help organize my room. Of course, I had no problem allowing this; it makes less work for me before the end of the year. For some reason, I found that I had missed her presence. She hasn't been in choir all year due to scheduling conflicts, meaning I haven't gotten to see her much at all.
While Sara walked towards me, my eyes lingered (perhaps a bit too long) on her figure. She held a nice hourglass figure and had no problem accentuating it with her choice of wardrobe. I shook my head and mentally scolded myself.
I can't think of her like that, it's something I have struggled with these past few months. I just can't get her out of my mind. I really shouldn't be thinking of ANY her like that, I am not a lesbian. She is a student, anyway. I would lose my job. This entire mess has been tugging at my sanity.
"Are you okay, Ms. Vhorde?" Sara asked with a concerned expression. I nodded, searching for something to say that wouldn't sound off.
"Yeah, yeah.. I'm fine. I was stressed about finishing everything before the teachers' last day, but it doesn't look like it will be a problem now. Thank you!" I smiled up at her from my chair. As much as my thoughts have been wondering off all day, I really did appreciate her help. Tonight, I might actually be able to go home and relax. Derrick would be out of town for a few days so it would just be me, my dog, and Netflix with the house all to ourselves.
"I really don't mind it at all. You know, you seem really stressed out lately. If you want to talk about anything, I am here. I'm not your student anymore, so it wouldn't be weird." Sara's words sent my brain into overdrive once again. I forgot she had already graduated! That was one of the last barriers my rational mind had to put up to stop myself from doing something stupid, something I would probably regret. Before I could stop myself, I could feel my mouth moving.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Sara, something has really been tugging at my mind for a few months now." I started, talking more to my desk than to her. Shit! What was I thinking? I can't do this, I am not gay. My mind searched for a way out, but the way she was looking at me from across the table was very distracting. There was no way I was getting myself out of this situation.
"For the past few months, I have had these strange thoughts. I tried to suppress them, because I knew the moral implications of them are not good, but there was no way I could keep them at bay."
I looked up at Sara to check her facial expression, mentally laughing at the irony of the situation. I have never cared about the opinions my students hold in relation to me, but now I just want her to feel the same way, more than anything. Her gaze just became more fixed as she leaned a bit closer to me, her hands pushed against the end of my desk.
"Sara, I don't know how to say this.. I... I think you are very attractive. I have never felt this way about a woman before, let alone one of my students. Every time I see you, I blush a little because I feel like I have this giant, schoolgirl crush even though I am a grown woman. It is wrong, but I just needed to tell you." Again, I looked to my former student to gauge her expression. Once we made eye contact, she smirked a little before leaning even closer to my face. We were now just centimeters apart, I could feel the tension building in the air.
"Come with me, I have something I want to show you." Sara said quietly. Confused by her calm demeanor, I got up and followed her back to the uniform room. She closed the door behind us and immediately backed me into the door. I could feel her presence near me. While I knew everything about this situation was bad, I also couldn't deny the slight pang in my stomach that meant arousal. I have never been turned on by another woman. I still knew I should say something.
"Sara, you're okay with this?" I muttered. I was scared she would say yes, because it definitely meant I was about to get intimate with a teenager who is barely legal. Even more shocking than that, I was also scared she would say no. I couldn't ignore my body and this is something my subconscious has been steering me towards for a long time. Suddenly, I felt her hot breath on my ear.
"I've been wanting this just as long as you have." The combination of the sensation and her words sent a chill down my spine. That's when I knew, without a doubt, I wanted her, no matter what it made me as a teacher. It was then that Sara's lips met mine.
Now, I have kissed a few men in my lifetime, but never have I experienced such a sensual experience. Her lips were soft, there was no facial hair creating a barrier between our faces, and she was gentle, slow. All of my boyfriends were rushed, anxious to get straight to business, but not Sara. She was taking her time. This is something I could get used to.
She let her hands wander over my hips and stomach as we continued to slowly kiss, creating a tingle wherever she touched. I took note and brought my hands up to the sides of her head, gently holding her face against mine. Our lips continued to meet in a steady rhythm as we explored each other's bodies with out hands. The feeling of a woman's body was becoming so much better than a man's. I felt like every crevice and curve was a new land to be explored with my touch.
