History

The next day, I never saw her. I didn't make any trips to the art room, and Piper never came by my room. We didn't see each other at lunch, or anywhere else. It was probably for the best. It would have been too awkward. I taught my way through each class, trying not to think too much about the art teacher down the hall. It wasn't easy.

After school, I sat at my desk, working until I was sure I'd waited long enough. Piper wasn't coming to see me, to talk about this, or figure this out together, or anything of the sort. Of course, I hadn't gone to her room to see Piper either, but from her reaction, I didn't think it would help much if I went. She seemed as if she wanted to be left alone. I hoped I wasn't misjudging the situation.

In the evening, in bed, Jennifer climbed atop me, suddenly. She didn't even take off her bra. Naked from the waist down, she helped me pull off my pajama bottoms, and straddled me. As weird and guilt-ridden as I felt inside myself, I was surprised that I became erect quickly, automatically, unthinking. Jen lowered herself onto me and pumped, rhythmically, mechanically, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut. I caressed the back of her wiry strong body as she worked hard, grunting monotonously.

"Unghh. Unghhh. Unghh. Unghhh. Unghhh."

It took a few minutes, at least. I started to feel myself go just before Jennifer found her orgasm.

"Unghhh. Unghhh. Whhhooooohhhhh."

I exhaled, and started caressing Jen's hair. I sort of wanted some affection. I think everything that had happened with...with the new teacher, it had left me aching for it. But Jennifer quickly climbed off and found her panties.

"Did you call the bank?

"No, I...I forgot."

"Well don't forget again, OK?"

I sighed, and started imagining Piper's smile.

The next day, Wednesday, I still didn't see Piper. I also missed her the entire day Thursday. And Friday, for that matter, except for a quick glance across the lunchroom. I was relieved to see that she was still here, and wasn't actively running from me. I was also excited just to see Piper's face, and sort of melted at the sight of her. Whatever had sort of almost happened between us was still burning inside me.

Friday afternoon, following a long first week back at school, I slumped into my car. Taking a deep breath before turning the key in the ignition, I heard a little knock at the passenger window. Piper was standing outside it, peering inside, motioning for me to unlock the door. Nervously, I let her in. Piper climbed in, closed the door behind her, and looked straight ahead. Her lip was quivering.

"Chris, I - I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I mean, you're married, and I'm engaged, and we're co-workers, and that was just so wrong, and I'm just really, really embarrassed."

I took a deep breath.

"Piper, it's - it's OK. I mean, yeah, we shouldn't have, but it's not like it was just something you did to me. We were kissing each other, you know?"

"I know that I definitely initiated it."

"I didn't exactly resist."

"But still, I just..."

"You just kissed someone. And you're a great kisser, Piper."

She smiled, just a little, and glanced at me, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Ummm, thanks?" Piper laughed, shuddering a little, then let out a little sob, then laughed a little more. Her eyes were puffy and red. "I've been so torn up about this."

"It was just a kiss."

"Kisses are important! They MEAN something!"

"And what did our kiss mean?"

"That I'm not even married yet, and I can't trust myself not to cheat."

"Or, that you slipped up once, before it really counts?"

"More like, it means, that, that I'll never be over you, ever. I just - I mean - you're just so effing hot Chris, and it just does something to me."

"Could it be that it means that you'll always know there's someone here that is absolutely crazy for you? Who adores you, and thinks you're absolutely amazing?"

"See, that makes me feel totally bad, because it's not right. You're married. I will be!"

"Maybe it means that you're a decent, conscientious person, Piper. I mean you've been tearing yourself up for days over it. You obviously WANT to do the right thing."

"I don't know about that."

"You do."

"You don't know me. Not really."

"So tell me."

Piper took a very deep breath, exhaled loudly, and wiped another tear from her face. She looked so sad, and so vulnerable, and I wanted so badly to reach over, caress her cheek, and comfort her, but in this situation it would have been exactly the wrong thing to do. She sobbed silently for another long few seconds, then tried to speak, her beautiful lower lip shaking.

"So my fiancee and me..." Her voice barely squeaked out the words through the sob she was swallowing.

"The seminary student?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna be a pastor's wife." Piper said it with a sarcastic smirk. "Chris, this is really embarrassing to say, to anyone. But I'm gonna say it. Josiah and me..."

Piper stopped, and buried her face in her hands, shaking quietly, before looking up.

"We - we had sex. We did it. It was only one time, but we actually did it, all the way. And I know it was wrong, I mean..."

"Piper, all you did was have sex with your boyfriend. Your fiancee. I don't..."

"We're not married yet! And we had sex! I mean, it's wrong. But..."

She took a big breath, then started crying again. Piper wiped each cheek. Then she looked directly at me, her face streaked with tears, mouth trembling.

"And Josiah is just so disgusted that we did it. He keeps going on about how awful it was. And he looks at me, like, it's just, it's DIFFERENT! And yes, I know it was wrong, and we shouldn't have done it, but it's like, when we did it, it was like one of the most beautiful and meaningful and amazing experiences of my life, and he's so disgusted that it even happened. I just don't know how to handle it!"

Piper sobbed loudly. I just sat there, beside her, letting her calm down. I felt guilty for thinking how beautiful she looked while she was crying. I did feel bad for her. This theology bro fiancee of hers sounded like quite the asshole. I waited as Piper calmed down, then turned away from me, resting her forehead on the passenger window, running her finger up and down on the glass. She took a very deep breath.

"Piper. Listen. If you really believe what you did was wrong, because you weren't married yet, I can respect that. They're your beliefs. But lots of people don't live up to their own standards. You have to be able to forgive yourself. And if this guy makes you feel that way, maybe you should think hard about whether this is the right relationship for you."

A big sigh. "I know."

"You can think of our kiss as your revenge. He deserves it for making you feel that way."

Piper laughed, actually laughed, and turned around to face me.

"Yeah. Yeah - maybe I will."

"And you really are a great kisser."

"Hmmm." Piper smiled through her tears. "I guess I should go. If I stay here too long, we might start making out or something."

She gave me a cute little smile before she opened the door and walked away. I sat at the wheel for a long while before starting the car. What the hell? My head was still spinning from Piper's revelations.

The weekend seemed to last an eternity. I wondered how awkward it would be for us, for me and Piper, as we went about working together. I had no expectation anything sexual, or romantic, or even flirty would happen, not after that conversation. But Monday, Piper was perfectly friendly. Tuesday as well. Maybe, I wondered, we could just be friends.

The problem was I didn't want to just be friends. Every time Miss Baxter smiled at me in the hallway, or at lunch, I just crumbled inside. I wanted to get to know her better, wanted to flirt, wanted to make something happen. I mean, I'd had plenty of crushes, even as a married man, even for fellow teachers sometimes, but this was different. This was intense, and unending, and crushing, and urgent. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I wondered if Piper was moving on. I hoped, for her sake, that she was. But part of me hoped she hadn't moved on. Part of me hoped she still wanted me the way I so desperately wanted her.

Nights were difficult. I lay awake most of the night, turned away from Jennifer, dreaming of Piper. Sometimes, after barely sleeping, I'd count the minutes until the alarm went off, feeling ridiculous, feeling sort of silly for spending a whole night unable to sleep because I was pining for a young woman who was half my age, a former student of mine, someone still trying to find her way in her own relationship. Then, another night, I'd do it again.

For a solid month, Piper would smile and wave to me every time we passed in the hall, or the lunch room, or in the faculty lounge. Just a little smile and a little wave. I made a point of returning her smile, giving her a friendly gesture, part of me hoping something was still going on between us, part of me terrified of the possibility.

The start of October, Piper's greetings changed, just a bit. I got a smile, and a little wave, but now, Piper spoke.

"Hey you!"

It was the same greeting she'd always given me back at the start of it all, back when we were genuinely flirting. Hey you. Piper said it with a little half smile, warm and growing, her head tilted just a little to the side, every time. Hey you. I started living for those words. So I started returning them.

"Hey you."

"Hey you."

In the afternoons, last period, I started walking down to the art room again, watching Piper in her element, walking with her for a minute or two after school was out. I was friendly. I was a little bit flirty. I was dying to do more, to make a move, but after Piper's earlier reaction to what was only a kiss, I didn't dare. It was Piper's move to make. I could sense it, sense that she wanted to move forward again. All I could do was be available for her.

The first Saturday of November, I found myself in the classroom. I was grading essays, and planning lessons, and to be honest, I was avoiding Jennifer. I knew I'd been mentally absent. I wasn't really there. Sometimes I found it easier just to make myself scarce. So I was here, at work, in the classroom, in an empty school building, Saturday mid-afternoon. I was trying to focus only on work, and was doing so well at it that I thought I'd hallucinated it.

"Hey you."

I looked toward the door. Piper stood in the doorway, leaning against it casually, a serious look on her face. She smiled, just a bit, as I looked toward her. Piper wore a light pink, short-sleeve shirt. It was the first time I'd seen her wearing it. It was embarrassing how I remembered every one of Piper's outfits. She wore the pink shirt with dark blue jeans, the kind that stopped just short of the ankle, the way the younger folks these days preferred them. Plain white tennis shoes. Piper leaned and stared.

"Hey YOU, Piper."

Piper walked in and closed the door. She locked the doorknob, then started looking curiously at the posters sticky-tacked to my wall. She chose one, a US Capitol diagram, and carefully un-tacked it from the wall, then moved to the door, and tacked it carefully in place, covering the rectangular window.

"Better."

Piper walked toward me, toward the desk where I was seated, walked around it, leaned against it, and hopped up onto it, sitting on the corner of it.

"So Mr. Schraeder." Piper smiled. "I was wondering. You used to have a box in your desk. One that locked. You know - for confiscated items."

"It's still there."

"Can I see?"

I opened one of the drawers on my left and pulled out a wooden locking box, spun the combination dial, and opened it.

"So what do you confiscate from students these days?"

"Mostly cell phones. Actually, all cell phones. Nothing but phones. Just for the duration of class. Then they get them back."

"Nothing permanent."

"No, of course not."

"Because I have something for you to confiscate."

Piper looked down at her left hand, and focused on her engagement ring. A thin little gold band with a small diamond, it looked nice on her pale ring finger. Covering it with her other hand, she then gripped it, and with a deep breath, worked it off her finger. She held it up, looked at it, then set it in the box.

"So, do YOU have anything that needs to be confiscated?"

I took a deep breath, overwhelmed. This was really happening. I felt suddenly queasy, excited beyond my wildest dreams but surprisingly nervous. So fucking nervous. I looked at Piper and smiled. Without even looking down, I twisted my wedding band, slid it off my finger, and placed it in the box, next to Piper's engagement ring.

"It feels liberating, doesn't it?"

"Oh my god yes."

Taking a final quick glance, I closed the box, and spun the combination dial. I set the box back in the desk drawer, and closed it. Turning back toward Piper, I discovered she was already leaning toward me. I felt her hand grip mine just as her lips pressed themselves against my lips, soft lips pressing firmly, as I pressed mine against Piper's, lost in the most amazing kiss, tender and sweet, slow, unhurried, luxuriant, and instantly my dick grew into a nearly unbearable erection inside my pants, and my head was fuzzy and weird, and I'd never been so turned on as I was now, by this beautiful young woman beside me, Piper, amazing Piper, she felt so good, tasted so good and I wanted it bad, wanted it right now.

Standing, I helped Piper hop down from the desk and walked her back against the wall, against the smart board, pressed my body against her sweet soft body, looking down at her, into her unbelievable light blue eyes, and caressed her soft, full, pale cheek, and heard the slightest little gasp escape her mouth. I watched her lower lip, full and pretty, tremble just a bit. I ran my thumb over that amazing lip, felt every bit of it, and then Piper kissed my thumb, kissed it and looked up, half smiling mischievously just before I pressed my lips once again into Piper's lips, kissing her hard, kissing her passionately, kissing her like I couldn't remember kissing anyone. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue into Piper's mouth, feeling her tongue, caressing it, swirling inside her wet, warm mouth, her beautiful sexy mouth, and kissing some more, and more, and more, lost in my desire.

My left hand on Piper's cheek, I never stopped kissing her as my right hand found her side, slipped gently beneath her pink shirt, and touched the wonderful soft side of her chubby belly, and I just melted as I caressed it. Piper felt amazing. I never imagined a soft, ample belly like this could feel so wonderful, so inviting, so damn sexy. Piper's perfect body was making me crazy. I just softly, ever so softly caressed Piper, her cheek and her side, while my tongue caressed her tongue, and oh god she was beautiful, Piper was so beautiful, she was so wonderful, so absolutely sexy god damn.

Piper looked up at me, her head at my chest, panting, then smiled, big wonderful blue eyes locked on mine. She draped her hands around my neck then caressed my cheek, melting into me. My cock pressed hard through my pants into her soft belly, oh my fucking god. I let my left hand join my right beneath her shirt, feeing her soft plump flesh, briefly, then removing it once again gently ran it through her smooth blonde hair. Leaning down, my mouth again found Piper's, kissing slowly, slowly, soft and sweet.

My tongue dancing with hers. Her hands softly stroking the back of my neck. Long, slow, unhurried kisses. I licked her full lower lip, then we kissed a little more, and then a little more. Pausing, Piper looked straight into my eyes, faces still resting against each other, both of us out of breath.

"You know I love you, right? I mean completely. Madly. Deeply. I don't just kiss anyone."

"I love YOU Piper. I love you more than I could ever put into words." Piper smiled, looked almost giddy.

We resumed our very slow make out session, tongues in each others' mouths, hands all over each others' bodies through our clothes, then under each other's shirts. Piper slipped her left hand under my shirt, ran it all over my stomach, then my chest, and it felt god damn wonderful. She held me with a little teasing look, then let her lips barely touch mine, just barely, and as I moaned in excited frustration she laughed, and I laughed too. This sexy young woman was making me crazier than I could ever remember feeling about anyone.

Piper gracefully used one shoe to hold the other, then stepped out of it, and then used her bare foot to hold the other shoe in place, stepping out of it. Barefoot, she stood atop my tennis shoes, inches closer to me, the weight of my body holding her against the wall as she gasped into my mouth.

Soft, slow kisses. Piper's lips were amazing, just soft enough, cool and sweet, full and pouty, so goddamn sexy.

"Take off your shoes, silly..."

Piper giggled as she said it. I lifted each leg in turn, struggling to pull each shoe off, each sock off, falling clumsily into Piper as she laughed playfully at me. Finally standing against her, bare feet on bare feet, we resumed exploring each others' mouths.

My right hand, beneath Piper's shirt, gently rubbed the bare flesh of her lower back as the tip of my tongue slowly worked its way along her upper lip, then slowly back along her amazing lower lip. I took her lower lip, just the lower one, between my lips and sucked. Piper squealed, arching her back, pressing her stomach into me hard, before thrusting her tongue once more into mine.

Slowly kissing, slowly rocking her soft sexy body into mine, Piper sighed. Her face reddening, she looked lost in her desire. I let my hand wander down to her full, sexy ass, cradling it through her jeans. Piper's ass was soft - just the right amount of soft, of round, of perfect. I was trying to put Jennifer out of my mind, to not think about her now, not here, but every so often, for just a quick flash, I couldn't help but compare Jennifer's rock hard body to Piper's soft, sweet body, and there was no question in my mind that Piper's body was the one I wanted.

My god she was soft. Her delightfully full cheeks were soft. Her just-chubby-enough belly was soft. Her perfectly shaped ass was soft. Her voice was soft, and sweet, and perfect, and I was losing my mind with desire.

I slid both hands behind, beneath Piper's ass, and picked her up. Piper wrapped her legs around me as I held her, then turned around, and set her down on the desk. Standing between her legs, I gazed at Piper gazing at me as she sat on the desk edge, looking saucily mischievous. I let my hands run up and down over her jean-clad thick thighs, just reveling in the feel of them. Piper tilted her head slightly to the side, then grabbed both my hands, holding them, caressing them.

"Ever since I saw you at that first meeting, I've wanted you. I've wanted to make love to you. I just do."

"Oh Piper..."

I stepped closer, held my face right up to hers.

"I'm ready. To make love. You and me. To have..." Piper squinted in a sort-of-embarrassed look. "to have sex. With you."

"I'm so ready..."

I reached behind Piper, and with a quick swipe of my arm, sent the stack of papers on my desk flying to the ground. I almost did the same with my laptop, but hesitated just in time to quickly place it on my chair. Desk empty, I turned my attention fully to Piper.

Another deep kiss. Piper broke contact, then looked up at me, lips parted, serious, desirous. She fingered the hem of my shirt, and I helped her pull it off. Piper lifted her arms, and I slowly pulled the pink shirt up and off, over her head, threw it aside, and stared.

Piper's face looked so trusting and innocent as she looked directly up at my face, into my eyes, as I took in the sight of her. She was biting the inside of her lower lip, just barely, on one side. Her beautiful face was now framed by two pale, lovely, bare shoulders. I caressed her chin as I kissed her, then let each hand wander down to her sides, her stomach. Piper's bare belly was round and plump, perfectly white and perfectly smooth. She wore a deep red bra, lacy around the top and inner slope of each lovely cup. I gently caressed the side of each of Piper's breasts through it, as I spoke directly into her lips.