So, you're a teacher now...? (part one) 1
I pulled up into the yard, my thighs hot against the leather seat, my crotch vibrating with the steady throb of the engine. Sliding off my motorbike, I tugged my helmet over my head, and grinned at what I saw. Here it was. The school and 6th form I spent seven years of my life at. Living, learning... loving. Shaking my long brunette hair from my eyes, I sighed, and took in the familiar sights, smells, and the sensation of my boots scratching on the tarmac while I circled the area. But the noise, the typical hubbub of everyday school life, was gone. It was 8pm, and dusk was falling. 2
Why was I here at this time? I was at a meeting, an induction of sorts for new staff. I had become a teacher.3
Checking my letter, I realised that I had fifteen minutes to spare, and promptly repositioned my helmet, and straddled the pulsating black beast. As the motorbike roared below me, I laughed to myself. Here I was, speeding around the familiar campus, and no-one could do anything. Five years ago, doing this, I would have rapidly been ejected from the school, with little hope of returning.4
Suddenly, headlights blazed in my direction- startled, I hastily pulled up next to the source of the illumination; a vintage blue Beetle, and we parked side by side. Allies amongst the growing darkness. Momentarily, I tilted my head. Memories washed over me, engulfing me. This was HER car. Shaking, I warily stepped off my now docile motor-monster, and pondered how to act. Giggling slightly, I had an epiphany. Now was my chance. Gracefully removing my helmet, I swung my head to and fro, and then slowly bent down to adjust my trouser leg. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw her. She'd quite obviously seen me, her eyes locked upon my behind. Inwardly I squealed, transformed back into that 14 year old girl with the heart-wrenching crush upon her Maths teacher.5
I jumped slightly as the Beetle's passenger seat window clumsily moved downwards, inch by inch, and a distant panting could be heard of someone battling against a stiffened handle. Eventually the conflict ended, and a head peered across from the driver's seat. 'Excuse me, do I know you?' There it was- that bright smile which could stop me in my tracks. She pushed a stray lock of blonde hair behind one of her perfect ears, and I noticed her left hand carried no wedding ring. 'Perhaps' I replied, and bent down, smiling coyly. 'Amie Johnson, I was in your class years ago?'6
She paused momentarily, her brow furrowed, and gnawed upon her lip. Apprehension flashed across my face, and my heart sank. Laughing, she garbled; 'Of course I do, my class of 2003', and opened the door, gesturing for me to sit inside the car with her. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself to act as alluringly as possible. Once inside, I slowly slithered out of my leather jacket, and noticed that all the hairs on my arms were standing on end. This was the power she'd had over me, and clearly still did.7
'Are you cold?' She enquired, whilst rubbing my goose pimpled arms.8
'I'm fine', I murmured, watching her fingers linger a while before resuming their position in her lap.9
'So, uh, how are you?' I asked.10
'Fine, infact better than fine- I hate meeting new staff; I never seem to get on with many of them. But now I know this won't be the case...' She paused... 'I hope that doesn't seem too presumptuous of me, but we always did get on- even when I found out you'd dropped Maths I didn't have a bad word to say against you... but that was years ago now. Tell me, how are you? What are you teaching? What have you been up to?'11
And with that we launched into a lengthy conversation about our university experiences, and how my teaching Art was ironic, as it always was her weakest point, and Maths was always mine. Eventually our talk reached the awkwardness of relationships.12
'So Amie, tell me, are you married?' I shook my head rapidly-13
'I was engaged. Until about a year ago I was with a woman called Jayne. We'd been together since I was eighteen, so it was a little sad when we decided against marriage, but I feel it was for the best. I just didn't love her anymore.' I watched as she arched an eyebrow, and hesitantly said- 'I wasn't aware that you were... that you liked...' 14
'That I'm a big ol' dyke?’ I cackled. 'I would have thought it was obvious to you of all people.' Confusion flooded her expression, and I continued- 'Well, you were my first crush. You should be proud' I stated, and cackled some more, attempting to cover the silence which froze around me. Coughing, I shuffled- 'Anyways, yes I'm gay... see?' I slid my trousers down slightly, to expose a tattoo on my hip- two of the female gender symbols intertwined. Her nervous hand outstretched towards my aching, longing skin, then hesitated. I took her hand with mine, and pressed her fingertips against the tattoo, moaning inwardly with desire. Her fingers played across the ink, and I sunk back in my seat, willing her to take me there and then. 15
'Wow... does it hurt? I mean, did it?'16
I noticed her lip was quivering.17
'Not at all, I have others, want to look?'18
She nodded slowly, and I slid up my trouser leg, to reveal my birth date tattooed around my ankle in roman numerals, and then removed my blouse to uncover the dove upon my shoulder. One of her hands caressed the bird, while the other circled my ankle. She seemed transfixed, and I felt myself grow hot. 'Phew, it's getting a little hot in here' I exclaimed.19
'Uh...' she shook her head, 'oh yes, I haven't any air conditioning I'm afraid, and I refuse to do battle with these windows again. I guess I'll just...' and with that, she too removed both her jacket and shirt, patting at her décolletage with a tissue. Her hands fumbled as she reached to her back, and I tentatively took the tissue from her, and patted the little beads of sweat from her milky skin.20
'So, uh, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?' I asked, praying for a no to the latter, after all I had seen she hadn't any wedding ring. Her shoulders shook a little.21
'Come on Amie, you know I don't. Don't you have gay-dar?'22
I grinned. 'It must be on the blink. So, do you have a girlfriend?'23
Shaking her head, she swiveled so that our knees were touching. 'Not at the moment... so, I was your first crush eh?'24
'Mm-hm, we used to sit at those tiny desks, and our knees would touch while you helped me to work... it drove me crazy... kind of like now...' I glanced away, fearing I'd gone too far.25
'So...' she began, and my head snapped back to facing her, and I battled with my eyes, stopping them from devouring the sight of her breasts in that camisole. 'Would you have kissed me?'26
'No.' I stated. 'But I would now.' And with that I leaned towards her. I felt and smelt her minty breath upon my face, and savoured the moment. No sooner had I done so than she had pecked me upon the lips. I slowly licked the place of contact, wondering if it was a figment of my imagination.27
To be continued...28
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oh god
continue
continue
continue
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It's a sweet and tantalizing story. Sort of like that first falling in love feeling. I admired the ease with which this read and your ability to included conversation in a compact coherant fashion. Very well done.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Why thankyou
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My name is Amy... it's partially autobiagraphical... thanks for the positive comments! x
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Mmhm, thanks for reading! x
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amazing...the other view of the story...slightly changed...well done. and like the other...beautifully written. -Sable-
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Is it your name? If so if it's not autobiography I'd change it-if you can write fanfic of life this seems a bit Mary Sueish
Very descriptive and well written story 
I liked the dialogue you created here Keep writing and thanks for your comment on my letter If you IM me I'll tell you more there
All the best
Pozo
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Its slowly building up to something good i'll bet.The storys good now but you know what it meen.
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I've written a second part to this if you'd like to read, it, it's from the other character's perspective
allpoetry.com/Story/1852080
Amy
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I've written a second part to this if you'd like to read, it, it's from the other character's perspective
allpoetry.com/Story/1852080
Amy xx -
I've written a second part to this if you'd like to read, it, it's from the other character's perspective
allpoetry.com/Story/1852080
Amy x -
I've written a second part to this if you'd like to read it, it's from the other character's perspective
allpoetry.com/Story/1852080
Amy x -
I've written a second part to this, if you'd like to read x
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Thanks, I will, as soon as I have the inspiration to do so! x
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nice....CONTINUE!!!
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Thankyou
I don't actually write a lot of stories, my most recent was for college, a short story of a teenager battling with their sexual identity. Sadly I can't post it on here until I finish college or I'll be disqualified from my exam! *sighs*
This story came very naturally to me, it was a fantasy of mine so I thought, 'hey, why not share it with A.P and see what people think?'
Thanks for reading
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Thanks for all the compliments, and you'll get more soon! (of the story I mean
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Yeah, I'll print this out and have a read through, and let you know when I've made alterations. This just kind of flowed from my fingers to the screen, I couldn't type fast enough!
Thanks for the advice, and I WILL continue with this, it's like my ultimate fantasy, I ain't gonna give up on it
Thanks again
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Haha, I will continue it at some point! x
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This is a very good start and you are obviously a good writer. I hope you will keep me in mind when you finish the next part of your story. What type of stories do you usually write?
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I got caught up in this to no end. I loved it. Wow please give us some more, fast. This is elegantly written and you captivated me right from the start. Lovely sensuous writing. I want more please ...
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Amy, dearest this is going to be hot... very hot.. I like it very much, however there are a few suggestions. Like me and other authors, you need to go back and look at this piece with a proofreaders eyes or with an editors. We writers tend to caught up in our work and miss small grammar errors and when we really get going, we miss words all together! LOL.. I have done this one several of my pieces and it is usually someone here who points them out to me... Thank God.. hehehe... so I am returning the favor to you hon... this is a really hot story, so make sure to come back and look at with an editorial eye.
PS... I am really looking forward to part two on this one...so keeep writing hon.. -
Don't stop now girl, its just getting good. hehe
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Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. So it was your first time eh? lol. Thanks for reading and commenting x
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I have never read a lesbian piece but hey i liked it. damn cool man...
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