This was going to be a disaster. It was 3 weeks to the end of term, which meant just over two weeks until the end of term production & at this rate she reckoned she needed two months.
Sarah taught English & drama at a local college & loved her job, although knew that the subject was often seen as a soft option for students looking to fill their timetable & earn the required number of academic points to get their general certificate at the end of two years. It seemed to attract the more able & interesting girls & that seemed in turn to attract the more boisterous boys. As her husband never tired of reminding her there were three types of eighteen year old boys: those who thought of sex, sport & beer; those who thought of sex, sex, sport & beer; & finally those who thought of sex, sport, sport & beer. True, but over the years she had seen some real success stories, with students, including boys, who developed a passion for more cerebral activities in their late teens & it were these that kept her going.
This years production was West Side Story which with hindsight was probably a bad choice, the street gang culture of the plot had attracted a wide range of students & whilst hey were initially keen the tedium of learning lines & rehearsals had soon led to boredom with some of her class. In particular the two male leads were proving impossible. Mark & Tim were definitely in the "sport, sport" category & had been drawn to the roles of the two street gang leaders. Whilst they threw themselves into the fight scenes, they quickly lost interest in the gentler aspects of the plot. Currently they were rehearsing a romantic dance scene & both were messing around, probably she suspected, embarrassed about dancing in front of the rest of the cast.
A crash to her left broke Sarah out of her thoughts. Mark & Tim had started some silly dance together, spun out of control & right into one of the scenery boards that had only been completed that afternoon. Enough was enough.
She clapped her hands "right" she shouted, "I have had it with the pair of you. This is a play, not a children's playground & whilst some of you seem better suited to the latter we have two weeks to get this right, & get it right we will. As you two seem so keen to dance together we will continue after hours – I want you both back here at 6pm. As for the rest of you, class dismissed, but I want you to work on your lines overnight."
Walking to her next class, she phoned her husband, to warn him that she would be late again & was pleased when she got his voicemail, which meant she would not have to endure his endless jokes about older married women & horny young men. He seemed fascinated with the topic & had embarrassed her last weekend in front of friends by asking if any of her students had ever made a pass at her. In truth, none had been so bold, although she often thought she caught a sideways glance from a male student, or a look that lingered for a moment too long at her breasts or behind. Attractive & slim with masses of dark & naturally curly hair, at 36 she had retained her figure & whilst she would never admit it to her husband she found that the polo neck jumpers she often wore accentuated her breasts & were a useful ally in keeping the attention of a number of her class.
The rest of the afternoon slipped away in a succession of classes & gathering her books she headed back to the hall where she found her two unwilling detainees waiting for her. "Ok guys we are staying until you get his right. Look dancing is cool, think of it as a sports training session, only to music & another thing, the girls love a guy who can really move on the dance floor. To help you get into your characters go back stage & change into your costumes, go on hurry up"
Whilst the boys went to change Sarah cued up the music & lit the scene. The dance was set in a poorly lit alley & featured the two principle characters trying to out dance one another, the prize being the girl they are both trying to win, a kind off non combat duel. When they both returned Sarah had to suppress a giggle, they both stood there looking very self-conscious, dressed in leather trousers, cut off leather waistcoats & bandannas. At her instruction they were both barefoot, a ploy she often used to get her students to focus more & 'feel' their dance steps.
"Right guys, Act ii, scene I, the pair of you are out late walking. You see each other in the street. Your natural reaction is to fight, but an attractive girl stops you. Loud rock music drifts down from an open window & you begin to dance with the girl, watching each other, competing through the dance, each trying to win her." She started the music, a pounding rock ballad & positioned both boys. "Mark let's start with you playing the girl." She watched as the two boys shuffled around each other, their steps clumsy; if dancing was embarrassing then dancing with each other was ten times worse. Clearly this was not going to work. She laughed, "guys you are meant to be acting, look if it helps I'll play the role of the girl, Tim you first." She walked up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders & began to slowly move to the rhythm of the music. Tim's movements were still wooden, his hands lying limply by his sides, conscious that his dance partner was his teacher & not sure how to react.
After a few minutes Sarah stopped. She looked at Tim "you are trying to win me over, the dance is meant to be part of the seduction, a promise of things to come, the beginning of an unspoken commitment. Now lets try again, this time with some passion!" She placed his hands on her hips before wrapping hers lightly around his neck. As she began to sway to the music his movements loosened following her lead although still keeping her at arms length. "I'm not made of glass" she said nodding at his hands resting lightly on her hips "remember the dance is meant to be sensual, you are trying to intoxicate me, & make me yours." With that she took a step closer her arms tightening around his neck, their bodies now touching & began to sway. His movements became more fluid & they began moving as one, as he tightened his grip, his hands beginning to dictate the movement of her steps
As his confidence grew Sarah began to enjoy the experience & suddenly they were dancing rather than acting. She found herself becoming more aware of her partner, conscious that her breasts were lightly rubbing across his half naked chest, feeling her nipples react as both the music & the dance begun to work their magic. Tim equally was feeling it's impact & his movements grew bolder, his hands slipping to her bottom, gently stroking & feeling her through her trousers, before cupping each cheek & pulling her tightly to him until they began to move as one, fused together.
Sarah could feel her arousal growing, aware of Tim's hands as they continued to explore her & aware of his growing erection despite the confines their clothes. She could feel her own wetness spreading, basic & ancient urges taking over, close to losing control.
A cough from behind brought her to her senses & she turned to see Mark, watching the pair of them intently. She stepped away from Tim, her face flushed, needing to regain control "OK Tim, that was good, I think we can safely say you have got it" she said with a light laugh, but careful to avoid eye contact "now Mark, lets see what you can do." The tone of the words held a challenge & one she told herself she had not meant to make.
Mark stepped up, a hungry look in his eyes, & pulled her close as the pair of them began to sway. This time she tried to keep some distance between them, but as Mark cupped each cheek of her bottom she felt her arousal come flooding back & soon she was responding to him, not resisting as he began to grind his crotch into hers.
She became aware of Tim stepping up behind her & he too began to dance, Sarah sandwiched between the two of them. This continued for several minutes before she felt her hair being lifted & pulled to one side & then Tim's lips began to gently kiss her neck. A low groan left her lips a small voice from within was telling her that this was madness & she knew she needed to stop it now, while she still could. "I'm not sure this is a good idea" she murmured, her mind trying to take back control of her body "I think we should..."
To silence her Mark began to kiss her on the mouth and she felt herself responding, kissing him back, their tongues locked in a passionate kiss as they explored each others mouths. Tim said softly "Its OK, its Ok" before returning to kissing the nape of her neck and his arms encircled her while his hands began to explore her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden in fear and excitement at what was happening and then with four hands caressing her and two mouths kissing her she started to acquiesce, letting them take control.
They boys continued to kiss & explore her for several minutes, their hands roaming over her body, Sarah powerless to resist in the middle of them. Whilst her hands remained idle, her arms still locked around Mark's neck, the soft groans that she was making coupled with the passion of her kisses gave her away & encouraged the two boys. Suddenly Mark span her round so she now faced Tim, & holding her hands gently behind her back started to explore her neck with gentle kisses. Tim kissed her mouth for the first time & again she responded kissing him back fiercely, pushing her body into his aware of the bulge in his trousers & her own wetness, separated by only a few flimsy garments.
