This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, anywhere, anywhen is purely coincidental.
This story involves sex between adult females. If that's not your thing, or if it is illegal in any way, then stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy!
Friday dawned, and for once I was up with the lark. After a restless night I was tired and irritable, though one of the joys of living alone was the fact that nobody had to witness me stabbing my crunchy nut cornflakes with my spoon. A day had passed since "The Kiss", and Connie had been off sick. I'd never had reason to get her phone number, and the surly receptionist proved as helpful as ever:
"I'm sorry, but I can't give out staff numbers, it's against policy" I held the phone away from my ear and swore under my breath.
"Look, I'm a member of staff and I need to get in touch with Connie. Can you just make an exception?"
"You're from the science department, is that correct?"
"Yes," I replied through gritted teeth.
"And Connie McLeod is in the," I heard papers rustling, no doubt for effect as staff lists are on the computer, "humanities department. May I ask what the dire emergency is?" No, you bloody well may not, I thought.
"We share a form, and I need to ask her something."
"I'm sorry, but I can't give out staff numbers. I have another call waiting now, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait. Goodbye." The phone clicked off.
"Thanks for nothing, you miserable cow," I huffed.
I tried an electoral register search on the internet, but that proved fruitless. I wasn't even sure which county Connie lived in, for some of the staff live a considerable distance from the school. Having no other options, I packed my things and headed to work. Maybe she would be back today and I was assuming things that in reality did not exist. Like that she regretted kissing me, felt that things were out of control or moving too quickly.
The sun reflected off the snow that had fallen overnight and not yet been trampled by hordes of children in the school grounds. As I was early, I decided to take a stroll around the fine stone buildings, majestic in their size and design. Water from the melting snow dripped from the mouths of grotesquely carved gargoyles around the roofs, splashing noisily on the paved ground.
"Great," I said to myself, brushing a drip from the shoulder of my leather jacket. Not for the first time, I wondered whether stone gargoyles offended the Catholic sense, or whether they were tolerated as an amusing depiction of sin. I smiled, my mood improved by the beautiful grounds and surrounding woodland dressed in a blanket of snow, like icing sugar on a wonderful cake.
During registration, I waited with anticipation, as I had the previous day, for Connie to appear. She didn't, and I attended to mundane matters under a thin veneer of calm.
"Patrick, where's your tie?" I snapped, somewhat startling the boy in question.
"My mum used it as a duster, Miss, but she'll get me a new one in Oxford at the weekend." Sometimes their imagination is almost worth withholding a telling-off, but not given my mood that morning.
"You will go down to the reception and you will ask Mrs. Peace for a tie from lost property, and I don't care how dirty or old or smelly it is, you will wear that tie all day, and every day until you get a new one. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss," he nodded, head down. The chattering stopped, save for a few nudges and whispered comments which I chose to ignore.
"Hey, Chris, got your music ready?" Helen Duffy from the music department rushed up to me as I was ushering the kids down to morning mass. "Oh, shit, is it my turn today?" I had completely forgotten. As the regular pianist was on long-term leave, it fell to me and another member of staff, Rob Nelson from maths, to fill in whenever a pianist was required. "Don't worry," I said reassuringly, "I'll manage. I've done it before, nobody notices anyway." I sent my form into the hall and entered through the first doors. The piano was the best I've ever seen in a school, a Bechstein grand that must be sixty years old yet plays and sounds like a dream.
I stood for prayers, muttering in the right places and glaring at various miscreants who were talking when they shouldn't be. It was then that I saw her, standing off to my right at the opposite end of the large hall. Connie, looking pale but not too ill, joining in with the prayers and staring down at her feet. Her blonde locks were pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her slender neck, and I had a wild urge to walk over to her right there and then and kiss that soft, fair skin. Of course, I did nothing of the sort, but I hardly took my eyes from her small figure during the mass.
The final chorus ended with a joyful D-major chord, and the Hall fell silent. After a last prayer and a dire warning about sinners and Hell, the pupils filed out, followed by the staff. As I was not teaching this lesson, I waited until I could no longer hear footsteps, the piano blocking my view of the exits. I began to play, not hymns but Chopin, the wonderful Etude in C minor that had taken me years to perfect.
"My God, you're brilliant!" I stopped playing and whirled around. Connie stood behind me, eyes shining. My heart leapt into my mouth. I turned back to the piano and started playing again, this time a Bach prelude that I always found delightful to play. I felt Connie's hand on my shoulder, then both her arms snaked around me, lying lightly on my breasts, her head resting gently on my shoulder. My breath came quicker and I struggled to concentrate on the music as her lips gently touched my neck.
The piece ended, and I paused briefly. I wanted this moment to last, so badly, but it was just too risky. I pulled away.
"Connie, we can't do this here. What if there are cameras, or if someone walks in?" She ran her hand through my hair, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
"Everyone else is either timetabled to teach or on cover second period. I checked. Nobody is booked to use the hall, and besides, I bolted the doors after everyone left. There are no cameras in here. We're safe, trust me." My God, I wanted her so much. I pulled her towards me and she sat on my knees, facing me, her breasts right in front of my face. I kissed one, then the other through her light blue blouse.
"What happened to you yesterday? I wanted to see you, see if you were ok." I said, looking up at those clear blue eyes. She looked away, then answered slowly.
"I am ok, but I wasn't. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, if I should have said anything. I've only ever kissed one woman before, and that was as far as it went." She stopped, and I nodded.
"Let's just see what happens," I whispered, undoing the top button of her blouse to reveal a satin bra, which I unfastened with one hand. It was cold in the hall, and her nipples stood erect. I took one into my mouth and gently sucked as I caressed the other with my fingers. Connie slid her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine. I could feel her groin sliding against mine, and I knew what was coming. She moaned softly as my tongue circled her nipples, my hands reaching around her and inside the waistband of her loose trousers. I grasped her with both hands and began to move slowly backwards and forwards, to the rhythm of music in my head.
Our lips met, tongues hungrily seeking the other's mouth, kissing deeply as we both became more aroused, rubbing against each other harder and with a growing urgency. I leaned back slightly, feeling the pleasure building and wanting it to last, waiting for the right moment. Connie whimpered, her body shaking, clasping me even tighter as the pleasure built to a climax. Grinding against her one last time, I felt the waves of orgasm cascade down my spine to every part of my body, and I almost let go of my lover as she, too, shuddered in the throes of sexual release.
I reached out and tilted her face towards mine, kissing her softly on the lips. Her eyes were red, wet with tears, her hair falling over her flushed cheeks, and she had never looked more beautiful.
At lunchtime I skipped the usual sandwich-in-the- prep-room routine and wandered through the wide corridors of Redford Hall. This 300-year-old building was the oldest part of the school, originally built as stables then converted to house the master of the school and his family and eventually modified into spacious classrooms and offices. Reputedly haunted, it is said to be the ghost of Redford himself who is seen stalking the corridors at night in his gown and mortar board.
It was home to Connie's classroom, which was my intended destination. I still felt pangs of fear when I approached her door, and bent to look through the window as was my habit. She was standing facing the window, which afforded views of the small lake and the East fringe of the woods. I opened the door quietly and slipped in.
"Hi. Penny for them?" I joked, and Connie turned to face me, smiling.
"I was just thinking about going outside," she told me, sipping what looked like black tea from her gigantic mug.
"Ah, well, what a coincidence. I was going to suggest a walk through the woods. Better put your boots on, the snow's drifted quite a bit." She nodded and dug a pair of Doc Marten's from a dusty cupboard. I watched as she pulled off her shoes and tugged on the boots. Everything about her was sexy, I thought, even the way she ties her laces.
We strolled down a path leading away from the school buildings and soon lost sight of civilisation. This area was strictly out-of-bounds to the pupils, and there were no footprints suggesting that we may not be alone. I tentatively reached out and took hold of Connie's hand. Neither of us wore gloves, but her fingers felt cold to my touch. She grasped my hand tightly, but said nothing.
For half an hour we walked in silence, kicking up snow and climbing over rickety stiles through fences that marked the boundaries between school land and that belonging to farmers and neighbouring landowners. Both knowing where we intended to walk, there was no need to speak.
All good things come to an end, though, and soon it was time to make our way back. Just before we rounded the corner that would make us visible once again, I stopped, with Connie alongside me. I faced her and wrapped my arms around her. For a minute we held each other's gaze, until slowly I moved towards her and we kissed again, slowly but with passion that weakened my knees. What did this fantastic, funny, intelligent woman see in me, I wondered. Maybe I would find out. -------------------------------------------
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