Well... that was interesting!
However, like a kid with a new toy, I was breaking all the rules I'd set for myself throughout my affair with Elle. Too many people I knew, mostly through my sons, visited "
Passions
" and sooner, rather than later, one of them would find me there.
And then...!
So Mia and I decided that we'd meet for lunch a couple of times a month, rather than at the Club. Wasn't as intimate, didn't allow for the, "touchie feelie" kind of shenanigans that we would enjoy in our "pleather" chair... but it was a hell of a lot safer!
Another advantage to dating a 19 year old college student...?
I could take her out on weeknights... with no need for reservations... and not just to well known restaurants. She was just as happy going to a neighborhood bar for a burger, as to any big name joint.
I did, however, save those places for an occasional weekend rendezvous.
"Daddy" still got to give her dessert on the ride back to wherever she'd be going at the end of some of those dates, but she would never invite me into the house or apartment, her answer to my, "Why?" always, "I'm waiting for the right time and the right place."
At least she didn't say, "Fahgetaboutit!"
On the Elle front, I was still visiting her at school in the afternoon, still enjoying a late afternoon liaison, all under the guise of my storytelling.
But it actually was time for my first story of the year, Elle giving me the book title, allowing me to pick up the book at the library and prepare my version of her reading.
One thing that had become abundantly clear, as we talked about her class, the new year and the new Principal... was her infatuation with the man.
As with most of the staff, she'd been miffed when the administration had overrode the selection of the Faculty Selection Committee and had hired Allen over their objections. However, after meeting both he and his wife and having the School Committee and Superintendent give him a vote of confidence over a salacious accusation from his time at his former position... she'd decided to give him a chance... and seemed to very much enjoy her relationship with him.
Of course, when you throw in another rumor, this one over a purported tryst between he and one of the teachers during the late summer, which again the Superintendent's office investigated and subsequently cleared both individuals... only to have the teacher confess to Elle that they had done the deed and it was, "... fun,"... Elle now seemingly convinced that he was the second coming of Brad Pitt.
Or... at least that's the way it seemed to me.
After another, "... he just really good with the kids... and he's so funny... and even some of the older teachers have come around and seem to believe that the rumors about he and Judy were all made..."
To which I replied, "Which you now know were true... When do you think he'll put the move on you?"
That earned me a light slap on the arm... and, "He'd never make a move on me... I'm married and so is he... and he's already been accused of screwing around with two younger female teachers... so he'd never try that with anyone else."
"So it would be fear of getting caught that might dissuade him from taking you for a test drive?"
Another playful slap... and then, "Listen... he's my boss... he knows that and so do I. We like each other and we like to talk... and he likes to harass me and I give it right back. He's more like a little brother than anything else!"
I had no double that if Allen had heard her say that, his first thought would be... "Yup, if vice is nice... then incest is best!"
I told my story to the class, yet despite Elle's attempts to explain what it was I was doing, her students didn't quite understand the relationships between the characters in the book, my granddaughter Lexi and Lexi's friends Batman and Robin. While they enjoyed the voices of my two bumbling "Heroes," and the participation of their classmate Marcus in all the frivolity, I could see that it might take a little longer for this group to understand what I was doing.
I did get a nice ovation at the end, as well as an appreciative hug from Marcus.
One of the problems with my method of storytelling was Lexi having moved on to the Middle School. While still at the Elementary School, she would occasionally stop into Elle's classroom for no other reason than to say, "Hi." It was there that Elle's current class could get to know her and it was a lot easier for them to then associate her, and her "friends" with the people in the books.
I asked Elle if I might need to change my story line, but she vetoed that idea, promising that, "... the children will get it. And I know that having Lexi, and all, in the stories builds a continuity from year to year, the teachers in the 3rd, 4th and 5th grades all tell me that your stories live on as the kids progress."
But one thing that did change was the, "Second Thursday in October," ritual of my needing to accompany my son and Lexi to "Parent's Night" at the school. With her in Middle School the focus was now on more complex subjects and material, all of which I was ill suited to understand.
No... I wasn't as smart as a 6th grader!
Knowing that Elle dealt with Parent's Night in a completely different manner that all of the other teachers and staff, packing a sandwich and drink so that rather than leave with the students at 3:00 and then coming back at 6:00 for her first appointment, she would stay, do her class prep for the next day and then prepare for each appointment so she could keep them short and to the point. While most of the other teachers were still, "hard at it," at 9:00, Elle would be gone by 8:30.
So, that last year before Lexi had moved on, I stopped into the school at my usual time, interrupting Elle's schedule, and then fucked her, this time right on her desk, in full view of the parking lot!
That left her smiling, happy and yet...still yearning for more.
How did I know that?
When I stopped in the next day... she pulled me into her little bathroom and sucked me dry in less than a minute... her explanation as I sat trying to catch my breath... "I was so fucking horny after you left... I couldn't think about anything else but the taste of your cum. I spent the whole night sitting in a puddle of it, so much that even after I taken as much of it as possible out of my pussy... I still had a big stain on the back of my skirt and a huge sticky spot on my chair. I could swear that some of the parents could smell the sex as we sat talking, just by their facial expressions!"
This year, I did the same thing, showing up at around 4:00 and walked into an empty classroom...?
I knew she was somewhere in the school, unless she'd left with Kathy, because her car was still there. Then I noticed her bookbag next to her desk, with her pocketbook next to that... so she was somewhere in the building.
After sitting there for ten minutes, I got up and walked to the window, discovering another parked car, this one in the far corner... belonging to Allen.
Okay...
Moments later, the sound of high heeled shoes in the corridor... then quiet voices... giggles, the stuttering steps of someone avoiding something... and finally, a voice that was easily identifiable... Elle in sotto voice saying, "You're so bad!"
She walked into the classroom, her body arched forward... Allen right behind her... both of his hands on her ass.
Sitting in the right rear corner of the room, I was looking right down the wall at the door, so there was no mistaking what was happening. Yet, somehow, with her concentration on Allen behind her... she saw me sitting there... and stopped dead in her tracks!
Allen, already on top of her, crashed into her, his momentum nearly knocking her off her feet. Grabbing her around the waist... he saw her looking to her right, so he did the same.
He reacted quicker that her.
Jumping backwards, he nodded at me, then said, as he was turning towards the door, "... and thank you Mrs. Adams for the input, and could you please get that report to me in the morning,"
With that... he was gone.
I stood up and walked straight for the door also... Elle moving to intercept me, her, "Honey... what are you doing here...?"
That was followed by the sudden realization...!
I just held up a hand to stop her... smiled and walked out.
