The next couple of days went fast. It was getting close to standardized testing season and that means long days and mind-numbing classes. I didn't have too much time to really think about the plan that Tess and I had sketched out for Frankie. Although I was able to spare a few choice minutes to fantasize about the possibilities for the future, even though the actuality of what had already happened didn't seem real or even possible.
By the time Thursday evening rolled around, I was already run pretty ragged. The school day had ended and I was just wrapping up a cram session for the next exam. It wasn't mandatory, so there were only a handful of students attending. And a few of them, girls only now that I think back on it, were loitering around. They were clumped together chatting, but there were more than a few nervous giggling glances aimed toward me as I sat finishing paperwork at my desk.
I had just about got to the point of closing up shop. I had busted my ass so that I could get home at a decent hour and get a long soak in the tub and get a full night's sleep for once. I looked over at the stack of grading that I had been deliberately ignoring and sighed. Maybe I should grade a little bit and skip the shower? Then just beyond the stack of papers I saw someone come into the room.
It was Frankie.
"Girls, I need to speak to Mr. Lee for a moment," she said in the formal tone she used with students.
The students grumbled a bit, but they picked up their bags and left with a few backward glances. There was something strange about the way they looked back at us and giggled. They were clearly up to something, but I was distracted and didn't look into it.
Frankie walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her jeans and sweater combo, but her hair was down out of the ponytail. It flowed down over her shoulders, kind of mussed though, like she had just let it down. Once the door was closed and the students gone, she dropped her 'office' persona. She had a jump in her step as she came over to my desk. With a triumphant flourish, she dropped a file folder into in inbox.
"Here are those class lists you were talking about." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Frankie, that's incredible. I was going to work on that next week. You didn't need to go to all that trouble." I was genuinely excited. This would save me hours and hours of work, and she really didn't have to do it. I moved toward her, and without thinking about it, I pulled her into a hug. I immediately thought better of it, but she held onto the hug and gave a tight squeeze, pressing her breasts delightfully into my chest.
"It was no problem, Ben."
"Ben?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Lee. I didn't mean to..." she stammered out
I laughed and gave her a squeeze. "No, no, 'Ben' is fine. I kind of like 'Ben.'"
I looked down at her and saw a blush spread across her face. Things were moving too fast here. The plan doesn't move forward until tomorrow. I pulled out of the hug and sat back in my chair.
"Seriously though, Frankie, this is a huge help."
"Well, like I said, no problem. I'm happy to help out." With a hop she sat down on the corner of my desk. Then, I swear, she pulled her arms and shoulders back a bit, making her sweater strain against those beautiful tits.
"But," she said leaning forward, "maybe you owe me one?"
"Of course!" I said, trying to keep my eyes above her neckline. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well, the thing is..." she turned away and giggled. "This was easier to imagine when I was out in the hall practicing."
It must have been because I was so tired, or because I was still worried about the grading, but I was still completely oblivious. Then she turned back and caught my eye.
"What I wanted to ask was..." Her voice seemed like it had dropped an octave. "What I wanted was... Can I kiss you?"
I started to stammer something out, but it seemed like the dam had broken in her. She stood up and started pacing.
"I know it's not right. I mean, technically you're not my boss, you're not my direct boss anyway. But that doesn't matter. I was just, the last couple of days have been really weird. You know, right? When you came in to get the markers? Fine, right, you didn't need markers. I know you already got a box, like what? Two weeks ago? I keep track of that stuff. And, but it's not just that. It was. I could feel you looking at me. I could feel you looking all up and down my body. Like right now I know you're trying really hard not to look at me, and that's hot, too. So hot. It's like that when you came into my office, but so much more. I... my boyfriend and I, ex-boyfriend, I guess, ex-boyfriend now. We haven't been together since he and... that doesn't matter. It's just..."
She stopped abruptly. Took a deep sigh and looked me in the eye.
"I've been single for a while now. I'm not looking for a relationship or anything, but when I saw you checking me out, and I was just staring at your lips, and I thought... Can I kiss you?"
This whole time, I was trying to avoid looking at those tits she was presenting to me, so I ended up looking her in the eye. And I was focusing on her and her eyes now. We were going to do more than kiss, I could see that.
I stood up again and moved to her. Without a word, I leaned down and kissed her. She arched into me and wrapped her arms around me. I moved one hand to her hip, then slid the other hand up her back, her neck, and then ran my fingers through the hair at the back of her head.
The kiss grew more and more heated and she pressed her body against me, working her legs to straddle mine.
My hand moved from her hip, lower onto her butt. Her eyes opened slowly, heavy-lidded. She pulled back from the kiss.
"Wow."
"Wow, indeed." I said with a laugh.
She glanced around, and spying the big beanbag chair that was in the corner, she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to it. "You said you owed me one? Well, I think I want some more of that." Her eyes glittered as she swung me around toward the chair.
I flopped down on my back with a broad smile. For a moment I thought I should probably put a stop to this. I promised Tess that we would conduct our little experiment together on Friday.
These concerns vanished as Frankie lifted her sweater over her head, revealing a thin t-shirt underneath.
