So, you're a teacher now...? (part two-ish)

So, you're a teacher now...? (part two-ish… different perspective)1

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, gently nodding along with that old Robbie Williams song. I forget the name now, but I remember playing it to one of my Maths classes when it was first released. I smiled a little, I loved that class. So unique, so full of potential, yet fighting against it. There were a few memorable members of that class- some for rowdy behaviour, some for sheer mathematical genius, some for just being… just being themselves. I shook my head a little. I always felt a little uncomfortable thinking of that class, as ‘she’ was a member. She, the one pupil who managed to leave me swooning, inhaling her perfume long after she left the classroom. The word paedophile reverberates in my mind whenever I think of her, after all she was only 15, 16 years of age at the time. And I had taught her in previous years. But in that final year of school she truly blossomed, was so mature for her age. I scrunched up my forehead, it had been years since she had entered my mind, and I wasn’t at all happy that she had returned.2

I took a deep breath, and pulled into the school yard, the brakes on my vintage Beetle squeaking a little as I turned the corner. Jutting into my usual car parking space, I noticed a young woman astride a motor-bike… her behind was hypnotising, wrapped in tight trousers and wriggling on the leather seat. Biting my lip, I attempted to divert my eye line, but I feared it was too late- she was looking at me. Well, as far as I could tell, since a helmet disguised her face. But not for long, as she elegantly removed her helmet, and swung her head back and forth; then slowly bent down to correct her trouser leg. Hmm, once again that behind had me transfixed… but that face, I could have sworn, Jesus- no, it couldn’t be. My heart was frantic, and my shaking hands awkwardly wound down the window of the passenger seat, gasping a little from the effort required. Regaining my composure, I asked the goddess stood before me- 'Excuse me, do I know you?' perhaps I was wrong, but I had to find out…3

'Perhaps' she replied, and bowed down to the window, smiling demurely. 'Amie Johnson, I was in your class years ago?'4

My heart skipped a beat, and unsure of what to do, I remained silent. The awkwardness hung in the air, and I finally managed to garble; 'Of course I do, my class of 2003', and opened the door, waving for her to sit. Watching her slide onto the seat, I told myself ‘remember, she’s 13 years your younger, 13 years, unlucky number 13…’5

Watching her gradually slink out of that sexy leather jacket, my mind was all a blank, except for a little voice saying- ‘go for it… you know you want her… she’s an adult now…’ So I made my move, a subtle stroke of her goose pimpled arms, enquiring- ‘are you cold?’ Her skin was so soft, and I cursed myself for allowing my fingers to loiter a little too long before clasping them in my knee.6

’I must keep my hands to myself’, I murmured, whilst she replied she was fine.7

'So, uh, how are you?' she asked.8

I felt like saying how I was ecstatic, full of desire, positively brimming with passion… but instead…9

'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...' Shit, oh shit, I thought, does that sound like I’m overly eager?... '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?' Yes, that sounded better…10

We talked for a while about our university experiences, our degrees, our plans… and eventually I managed to turn the conversation to relationships-'So Amie, tell me, are you married?' 11

She shook her head, and I watched as a little smirk danced across her lips- '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.' My heart leapt, oh my God, she was gay! I cautiously said- 'I wasn't aware that you were... that you liked...' 12

'That I'm a big ol' dyke?’ she hooted. 'I would have thought it was obvious to you of all people.' I was confused, to say the least, and allowed her to continue- 'Well, you were my first crush. You should be proud' she stated, and laughed some more, while I sat silent, swallowing the new information, ecstatic yet nervous. What was about to happen? She coughed, and slid her trousers down slightly, exposing a beautiful, perfect hip, with a tattoo inked upon it- two of the female gender symbols intertwined. I swallowed my excitement, and cautiously stretched towards the tattoo, but faltered. I needn’t have worried about seeming ‘pervy’, as she took my hand with hers, pushing my fingertips onto her warm, silky skin. I caressed the ink a little, and watched as she shut her eyes, slumping into her seat… did she feel how I did? 13

'Wow... does it hurt? I mean, did it?'14

My lip shook a little, I was positively exploding with emotion.15

'Not at all, I have others, want to look?'16

My eyes flickered, and I nodded. She exposed her birth date tattooed around her ankle in roman numerals, and the dove upon my shoulder was suddenly set free as she removed her blouse. My eyes devoured her breasts, and I traced both newly uncovered tattoos.17

I was interrupted from my trance-like state by Amie complaining of being hot. I saw my chance, dare I? Explaining I couldn’t unwind the windows, and air-con was non-existent, I removed my jacket and shirt, and dabbed at my chest  with a tissue. I deliberately struggled to reach my back, praying for her assistance… she obliged. God is good. Then, she posed a question I hadn’t been expecting- 18

'So, uh, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?' 19

I spluttered a laugh. Now at ease, I let go of my inhibitions, replying- 'Come on Amie, you know I don't. Don't you have gay-dar?'20

She seemed a little shocked, and once we had established I hadn’t I girlfriend either, I enquired as to why I was her first crush. I saw her eyes soften, like they would all those years ago. Butterflies rose from my stomach and escaped my mouth in a swoon.21

She told me how as she and I sat at those tiny desks, as our knees touched it ‘drove her crazy’, which she followed with ‘kind of like now’. Here was my chance. She looked a little embarrassed, but we’d come too far now, I would make her mine no matter how much effort it took.22

'So... would you have kissed me?' I asked her.23

My heart sank as she replied with a firm 'No.' 'But I would now' she continued, leaning towards me. The tension was palatable, and eventually I pecked her upon the lips. Too late to go back now… 24

To be continued...25