[Background: Kate had accidentally found a good friend, Cassie, and another colleague, Jon, in a rather passionate session in a small office. Kate watched from the hallway and then decided to get a close-up view. Aroused, she fingered herself to orgasm. Kate then headed back to her own office.]
I walked down the hall towards my office in a dazed-and-confused haze. I had just participated in something outside my normal frame of reference, pushing against the bounds of a persona I'd honed in my profession, a persona that - I knew deep down - didn't fulfill me. Nope. I sighed as I thought about how I'd buried that fun (but responsible) girl I'd been in college - the sometimes Bad Girl. Yes, my current reputation was accurate: thoughtful, hard-working and committed teacher; an active, enthusiastic and dedicated coach; a respected, involved community member. Yes, I was someone ahead of her time, mature, savvy, and on top of life. I was also a good daughter, girlfriend, friend and neighbor. Yes, yes and yes. But for a long time I'd ignored the naughty part of me who liked to have fun, flirt, dirty-dance, get crazy, and just enjoy pleasure.
There were a couple of reasons I had ignored that part of me: I was under-the-spotlight in town, an attractive teacher and I garnered attention - too much sometimes. Sometimes I felt like a scarlet "A" (or in this case a "T") was on my forehead. Couldn't I just have a beer without getting a double-look from some concerned parent (they were everywhere) sitting at a nearby table? Nope. And the other reason was my ex-fiancée, Chad, who crushed that naughty girl not with a solemn decree but over time. And I let him! Oh, there'd been a couple of times when we were lustful creatures together. But that had been as rare as asteroids hitting Earth.
The reasons I had fallen in with Chad....hell, I didn't want to beat myself up about that again like I'd done night-after-night! No damn way. I shut that down quickly.
In distraction (and with the guilt & excitement still bombarding me) I bumped against a couple of lockers during this self-diagnoses. Plus I was recovering from an intoxicated swirl of a purely animalistic sexual act that had toppled the walls on my semi-celibate life.
Did I really see "that" and do "that" a few minutes ago? Yes. And it was exciting and had stirred up a part of me shut down far too long, stored in the closet with unworn coats and boots. I wanted THAT back in my life in some way. Yes I did.
And what about Cassie? Damn. I felt a bit betrayed. She had something going; at least if getting banged on top of her desk was any indication! We had grown close since she separated and then divorced. We were Two Women Wronged and had other commonalities, enough to form a strong bond. But Cassie didn't tell me a thing about Jon! That hurt but she had a chance to explain.
And, shit, I forgot about getting the can of soda. And the radio, too. But I wasn't going back towards her office and I just wanted to sit down and regain my composure. I messed around with email and paperwork until Cassie finally showed up 20 minutes later.
Cass was all cleaned up and - had I not been watching in that front-row seat - I'd have never guessed she'd been fucked from stem-to-stern, ""Hey, Kate." was how she started the conversation entering my office.
I didn't react, looking up at her from my office desk chair. She bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she sat in an old wooden chair I had rescued from storage.
"I bet you want an explanation," she said. I answered in an affirmative, "Mmmmhmmm," while nodding my head. Looking into the parking lot I saw Jon get into his car, pull back, and take off. There was a palpable silence in the office.
Cass had my full attention.
She spent ten minutes just talking. I sat and let the story unfold: She'd met Jon by accident while at the Chesterton Mall a month before. She was there looking for a dress to where as a chaperon for our school Winter dance. Yep, I remembered that day. They met in the store and stood chatting near some stylish kitchen small appliances. It was awkward at first but neither made up an excuse to move on. Then they ate lunch in the mall's food-court. The conversation over lunch turned into a dinner together. And, to make a long story short, four days later at her condo they "...did it, and I mean we did it like rabid, horny monkeys. It was incredible." She looked at me straight in the eye blushing a bit.
Cass considered herself a carefree spirit but also careful and measured in making her decisions. But for some reason – though they had never flirted or really showed each other attention during a couple of years on the same faculty – there had quickly developed an intense physical and emotional connection. Cass confessed she was still reflecting upon it all, figuring things out, and remaining somewhat skeptical...but unable (or unwilling) to stop it either. It felt so good, so unbelievably good.
Jon had lit a fire and Cass admitted she was very ready on many levels for the flames. He listened to her. He was patient. And damned if he didn't turn her on like no man ever had. She giggled a bit as she said she'd pay him for the sex if she'd just have known how talented he was at pleasure! She shared things with Jon – intimate thoughts - that she had never told another person, even her ex-...heck, even herself. Cass told me that the newfound passion was addictive and unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She was sleeping more soundly than she had in months and then woke up thinking about him, too. But she couldn't tell anyone until she had it all "figured out" for herself.
"Well, that option is gone. I'm in the loop now, Cassie!" I said with a laugh. I had sat listening intently since it felt like a confessional. But with the topic a hand it was more like a naughty late night drunk session, too. Except it was around noon now. On a Sunday!
My feeling of betrayal dissipated. Cassie was not hiding me from the truth, she just wasn't sure what the truth really wasy. I understood. And now she'd have someone to share ideas with or to give her a reality-check. Me.
"Ok, Cassie. I get it. I really do. But how in the world did you end up...how can I say it?...doing it on your desk?" I didn't add – and how did I end up getting off while watching?
"Well, Jon and I were headed out of town to look at some antiques up in Oxnard County. You know those shoppes along the river road area? And we also were going to talk about our relationship, see how we both felt. It's hard to discuss when we're naked, ya know! So, we figured the drive would help. Then, we stopped here to pick up some papers. Uhhhh, well, we'd talked about some of our fantasies...and, oh hell Kate I'd always wanted to have sex on a desk. Any desk. On it. Under it. Over it. Jon surprised me today. First we just started kissing. Playing. No one was around. It was quiet. And...well, then you can see what happened from there..." She was looking down to the floor. She was still that quiet, some might say shy art teacher.
Would I ever look at her the same way or remember her bent over the desk being penetrated by that glistening tool? No, probably not. But that's ok. I admired her for it.
Now it was my turn, "Oh, Cass, I'm sorry I interrupted the fun. I never, ever would have guessed what was going on."
"You musta liked it." she leaned forward, almost whispering it.
