Blair comes round

You’re just packing up when Blair saunters in. Her smile is electric and quickly chases the stragglers from the classroom.

“Drinks?” you ask her? No-one has mentioned a repeat of last week yet.

“No, Krystal’s away for the weekend, visiting friends. The others have cried off. So it’s just you and me this evening.”

“Sounds good? Don’t want to go to the pub then?”

“No. Especially as from next week the school leagues start.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Next week the school matches start. Every Saturday I’ve got the First Team to coach. One week we’re hosts, the next week we’re away. You’d be surprised how much organising that takes. Thursday and Friday running around making certain all the players are still in and know what they’re doing. Saturday, it’s like herding cats. Sunday, sorting out equipment, players, whatever. I have little time at the weekend for enjoying myself.”

“That’s a shame.”

“You’re telling me. The one problem with being a sports teacher. Half my work happens outside school hours. This is my last free weekend before the Christmas holidays, and I intend to enjoy it to the full.”

She’s stepped into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. Now she steps towards you. Then she’s on you, wrapping her arms around you, pressing her body against you, pressing her lips against your lips, smothering you in her body, in her perfume, in her desire. She’s taller than you. She’s stronger than you. You couldn’t fight it, even if you wanted to. And you don’t.

“Come on, I’ll drive you back to your place.”

You gather your bag and quickly follow.