As Fatema's sister's wedding grew ever closer things went a little quiet over the phone. Her female family gathered to help with the arrangements, attend henna parties and check out other young cousins to marry incestuously off to each other in an ever weakening gene pool. Fatema had to share her room with a couple of younger cousins. Kip was hoping for some hot incestuous lesbian sex feedback but instead got complaints about snoring and farting teenage girls.
On the campus, each encounter with Fatema was still a joy and less stressful as his initial paranoia receded. Kip had suggested she made a point of chatting with other male teachers, flattering them with her smiles and charm so to lessen any suspicions about their frequent rendezvous for chatting and flirting. Occasionally when Kip walk passed her while in the company of another teacher he would catch her eye and she would bite her bottom lip for him. By now it had also become common knowledge that Kip was dating a young Filipino lady who, his gossip loving neighbour assured everyone, regularly visited and stayed the night. (See Gracie story).
He had searched the campus high and low for a safe place to take Fatema and have some time alone long enough for a blowjob at least. The only room he found that would be perfect, a small office which was kept permanently lock since two cleaning boys had been discovered merrily butt fucking there a few months before Kip had arrived. Sally, the college Maintenance and Housing Manager held the key and refused outright to let him use it as an art room even just to store easels, brushes and paints for the art group Kip had started a few weeks after joining the college.
'No way,' she said, giving him a raise eyebrow look. 'There's no telling what you'll get up to in there or worse what people will think you're doing.'
She was right of course. Both the Women's and the Men's college were rift with rumours about who was shagging who. There was a lot of gossip about who wasn't fitting in and was likely to do a runner or was up for the chop at the end of the semester.
Kip liked Sally, she normally went out of her way to help people and later she was to help Kip a lot. Not long after his arrival she had call in at his villa unexpectedly to invite him to a BBQ the weekend next when her was due to arrive. She had stopped for a drink, they finished off a bottle and the evening had ended staying the night. (See Sally story)
In the end the moment to get Fatema alone presented itself quite unexpectedly and in the heat of the moment Kip wasn't quite as discreet as he should have been.
He had finished classes for the afternoon after standing in for a sick teacher over in the Business Wing where Fatema also had her classes. Once finished, rather than going back to his work station to be surrounded by noisy teachers, he opted to stay in the classroom on the top floor and work in peace. It was the end classroom next to the men's toilets and situated near the fire stairs. Although normal stairs they were referred to as the fire stairs because it was believed it would take a fire to get the students to use then, preferring instead to use the lifts at the other end of the corridor near the library and besides, the ladies' toilets where the other end of building so there was little corridor traffic his end. He was busy working on a new project idea for his students when his new phone buzzed a text message, it was Fatema.
'Where r u?'
'Rm 45'
She arrived a few minute later and strolled in leaving the door open behind her as per college rules for a male teacher alone with a sole student. She risked a quick kiss so Kip assumed there were no other students behind her in the corridor. They kissed again, she tasted so good and as they broke off Kip gently bit her bottom lip.
'Hey, that hurt!'
'Come and look at this,' he said, ignoring her complaint and moving back towards the desk top computer he'd been working on. As he explained the project she pressed close to him and he could feel the warmth of her thigh against his. Just then voices, footfall and robe shuffles alerted them to a couple of students passing arm in arm in the corridor. Fatema sprang nimbly back just before they reached the door, one looked in and turned giggling to her friend.
'It's ok,' she said relaxing. 'I know them; they won't say anything; they both have boyfriends too.'
Kip's sphincter relaxed its grip and he blew out long sigh.
