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I could not help but chuckle at her and swagger toward her desk.
As I drew closer, she warned, “Miles, this is not appropriate.” Her fierce composure wavered just a hint as her eyes darted toward the door.
I sat on the edge of her desk and she stood up and walked to the blackboard, writing out a list of current events for us to choose for our upcoming debate match.
“Ms. Moody, I’ve never kissed a girl before,” I blurted out, deciding it was time to bare my soul.
She turned and jutted out one hip, her skirt defining a luscious curve so dramatic it should be illegal. “I find that to be tragic. Surely there are dozens of young women at this school who find you attractive.” While it was a kind compliment, it made some strange snoozing animal composed of both lust and anger wake up inside me. She turned back to the blackboard in a manner than told me this conversation was over, making me drool over the sight of her ass in that skirt.
My voice dropped and my cock jerked, somehow spiking my confidence. “But none of them find me nearly as attractive as you do. I can feel it.” I was so close I could touch her. “None of them want to give me a happy birthday kiss as much as I know you do.”
She messed up a word and had to erase it. I stopped her hand halfway to the eraser and she dropped the chalk. It hit the floor and shattered. “Damn it, Miles.”
She tried to slip her hand away but I gripped it. “Leave it,” I said.
“Don’t give me orders, I don’t like it.”
I moved on to a different approach. “Ms. Moody. I’m sorry. May I just…look at you?”
She turned to me again, her back against the blackboard. I stepped closer. Her eyes watched me with the fierceness of a lioness, and I couldn’t tell if she was going to pounce or run away. I leaned so close that the material of my khaki trousers, tented by my erection, were brushing against the front of her wool skirt. Her slow, careful breathing caused the curve of her breast to lightly meet my shirt on her inhales. I lowered my face; her eyes went wide. First, all I did was inhale her ginger spice scent.
“Ms. Moody. May I just touch your face?”
She bit her bottom lip and gave the slightest of nods. My fingers automatically went to a lock of hair that came loose in a wispy tendril of fine hair in front of her ear. I stroked the baby fine hair before tucking it behind her ear. When the pad of my finger brushed the top of her ear, her face changed. Her cheeks pinked. She licked her lips.
“This is wrong, Miles,” she said, barely a whisper.
Out of nowhere, before I even knew what I was implying, I told her, “Then punish me.”
The little gasp from her made my cock tic with a fresh surge of warmth. My eyes went to her lips. She was about to say something but then both of us heard the clatter of shoes echoing down the hall, headed this way.
I slipped away from her like a dying leaf from a tree and didn’t make eye contact with her for the rest of practice.
* * *
I’m startled out of my trip down memory lane by a car honk behind me, and I compensate by revving my engine a little too loudly before popping the clutch and speeding back to my office.
7
Martha
I leave school early today because I can hardly keep my composure.
Staff meeting cancelled, I drive over to the setting of my best childhood memories for some guidance.
“Martha! What a nice surprise, but holy crap, you look terrible!” Katie says when she answers the door, cocking her head to the side with a worried look on her face.
“Auntie,” I say in reply, not waiting for her to invite me in.
“Come in, I guess,” Katie says sarcastically but with a grin. “I’ll put on the coffee.”
I sigh heavily and collapse on her sofa. This is the only place I am allowed to look weak. The only place I feel like I’m allowed to be myself. “Better make it herbal tea. I’m already too jittery.”
Moments later, Katie sets down a cup of chamomile tea on the coffee table in front of me.
“All right, what’s the drama, Headmistress Moody? Tell Sister Katherine,” she sighs, plopping down next to me.
Just then, her husband, Dean, saunters through from his back office to the kitchen with a side commentary. “Hey, the nun roleplay is only for the bedroom, Katie.”
