SATURDAY
Vickie laid under her covers late Saturday morning. She relived the night before as her hand moved over her naked body. She knew the dangers involved in her actions but the lure of the excitement, the danger, the sex, the new found urges were overwhelming and she couldn't find nor wanted to find the strength to fight it. She lounged in bed until late morning and then did some school work.
Later that afternoon, she logged on and saw an e-mail from SIX.
Dear Vickie,
Thank You. I've got some HARD homework for you.
SIX, AKA EIGHT
Vickie smiled and closed that message and a new message appeared in her in box, from Mary Ellen.
Yo Teach,
Hope ur not busy 2night. If so, cancel. Secret mission. I know where you live. Leave key out, like u did for 6. CU at 7.
ME
Vickie was both intrigued and bewildered. It was easy enough for Mary Ellen to find out where she lived but what was this secret mission? And why was her e-mail so cryptic? Vickie smiled to herself as she realized that this would not be a usual Saturday night.
SATURDAY EVENING
Vickie heard the key slip into the door at a few minutes before 7:00. She had turned off all but one small lamp in the corner of the room as she sat and waited on the sofa near the window. The door opened slowly and Mary Ellen stepped into to room without seeing her teacher. The student was wearing black sneakers, black, double knit leggings that held every curve of the girl's body, a black sweatshirt that zipped up the front and a black knit cap that was pulled down so that she could stuff her hair under it. Vickie sat and took inventory of the girl's attire before she said, "you look like a cat burglar."
Mary Ellen jumped a bit and replied, "that's the point. Now hurry up and get dressed like me and let's go."
As Vickie walked towards her bedroom, she pumped Mary Ellen for answers but the girl was not forthcoming and remained silent as she quickly went trough the teacher's closet and bureau, tossing to her the clothes she wanted her to wear.
The two of them were entirely dressed in black. The clothes matched not only in color but in the way they hugged the bodies of the two women. About the only difference was that Vickie's sweatshirt didn't have a zipper. Her sweatshirt was a pullover and was molded to her breasts.
Pleased with the way the teacher was dressed, Mary Ellen promptly said, "Okay. Let's go."
Vickie grabbed her pocketbook but Mary Ellen told her to only get her car keys, no pocketbook, no money, no identification, nothing else. Vickie started to protest but an insistent Mary Ellen finally got her to the car.
Mary Ellen directed her teacher to drive to school but would not reveal why. The parking lot was full with cars. The school was regularly used for activities, one of which was a basketball game that was heavily attended. The gymnasium was set on one side of the building so that the classrooms could be secured. A few of the classroom windows were lit, probably some sort of night courses for both students and adults or maybe the custodians were cleaning. Vickie was directed around the back of the building, to the teacher's parking lot and she pointed to a space along side the building under Vickie's second floor classroom.
Let's go", whispered Mary Ellen as she quietly opened the door and snuck to the side of the building. Vickie mimicked her motions, not knowing why she did so. "Where are we going?", asked Vickie and Mary Ellen pointed straight up towards her teacher's classroom. The now dark room was third from the end of the building and Mary Ellen led Vickie towards the end of the building and the lone exit door.
Vickie grabbed her arm and said, "Mary Ellen. Tell me what we're doing."
Seeing that her teacher was determined to know, Mary Ellen said, "Remember Friday afternoon? Remember I left the room? Remember the fire alarm? Every thing was shut down, remember?"
"You did that? You pulled the fire alarm? But why?"
"History, teach, history."
"I don't understand."
"You know that SIX was watching you with his camera, right?"
"Right."
"You know how careful he is about back tracking and erasing his steps?"
"Right."
"Well, Friday, he didn't have a chance. The lab was shut down, The students had to exit. All we have to do is check the history of the lap tops in your room and Gotcha SIX. You want to know, don't you?"
"You're unbelievable. Uh, yea. I want to know. But how do we get in the building?"
"Oh, teach of little faith. Mary Ellen has thought of everything. I not only pulled the alarm, I also taped the lock on the side door. I'm in black, you're in black, it's dark. we enter, we search, we find out SIX, we leave, and no one knows. Ready?"
True to her words the door opened when Mary Ellen pulled the handle. The two women entered the dark building and with the aid of two pen light flashlights that Mary Ellen was smart enough to bring they made their way up the first few of stairs to the first floor. As they looked through the closed double doors, they could see a the light stream out of one of the classrooms on the far side.
Vickie felt both dread and a high degree of excitement. Sneaking around in school, after hours was proving to be a turn on. They quickly climbed the the stairs and reached the second floor and walked quietly down the deserted corridor to Miss Roach's room.
The doors to Vickie's classroom were locked but Mary Ellen told her teacher to wait in the corridor as she went down a few rooms and looked into what she thought was an empty classroom. Mary Ellen peered into the room for a full minute when Vickie got impatient.
"Hey.", she said in a whisper.
Mary Ellen turned towards her and crouched down, put her finger to her lips to signal her teacher to be quiet and then waved her to come to her.
Vickie moved very quietly, bent over to keep hidden under the small windows in the doors and crouched beside Mary Ellen.
"What's going on?", Vickie whispered.
"I was going to use the connecting doors from this room to get into your room, but someone is in this room."
"Who?"
"I'm not sure but she's standing by the window, looking out over the parking lot."
"She? Think she saw us?"
"Don't know. Depends on how long she was standing there. Take a look but be quiet."
Vickie raised up and looked through the window. She saw someone looking out the window.
She quickly lowered herself and said, "I think I know who that is."
"Who?"