Back 2 School (Closed)

[BethJones]

In the kitchen Lauren busied herself filling the kettle, turning it on and letting it boil. She stretched into the cupbaord above the kettle, her top riding up a little as her round ass pressed agaisnt the tight jeans, a hint of the lacy underwera on disply as she took out the mugs. "Tea or Coffee?" she asked as she placed the mugs down.

Before she had her response she had knealt by the under counter fridge to get the milk out, her jeams gaping slightly exposing the white underwear again. As she turned to alan she smiled, "Thank you for tonight, it has been wonderful."

 

[Teechurgye]

"Your choice entirely, but please make it decaf." Alan smiles at the beauty before him. Subtly, there was a transformation in his mind. She had gone from former student to colleague, to woman in the span of a handful of hours.

For a brief moment Alan let his mind wander to images of tangles of flesh and hair as the both fight for air. His eyes fell on the lacy uderwear and he wondered about the treasure inside.

Alan shook his head to remove those thoughts. They worked together. He was married. She was married. It simply couldn't work.

Offering his hand to assist Lauren back to her feet. "The pleasure is mine." Alan forgot to let go of her hand.

"I needed tonight desperately. It's a pity the night is almost over."

 

[BethJones]

Lauren smiled, "There is no rush, after all it is Saturday tomorrow not a school day." Lauren didn't feel tired and had no intention to do any work. She carefully poured the water into the two mugs, decaf coffee for Alan and a hot chocolate for herself.

"I'm just going to change into something more comfortable," Lauen said as she led Alan back to the lounge, the TV still on with a rather boring looking documentary. "Feel free to change it, or there is a pile of DVD's over there," she said as she headed to the bedroom to change.

 

[Teechurgye]

Alan changed the channel to ESPN to catch up on the scores from of the day. But frankly, watching static would have had the same entertainment value. His mind was on the beautiful woman who had just left.

What was she thinking? What was she changing into? What would he be willing to give up for Lauren? His wife? His career?

He focused back on the television until he heard the door open.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren reappeared in the lounge, her hair now hanging loose over her shoulders, a long white tshirt now in place of the jeans and vest top. The long tshirt was comfortable and as she felt at ease with Alan she was happy to change. She took a seat on the large soft couch, sipping her hot chocolate as she glanced at Alan and then at the TV. "Anything worth watching?" she asked.

 

[Teechurgye]

"Yeah," Alan aid breathily. "Oh, you mean on TV?" He winked before turning the channel.

Flipping through the channels, fully conscientous of every move she made on the couch. Finding nothing Alan commented. "If I don't find anything soon, I may have to do something completely against the male DNA code. I may have to hand you the remote."

Lauren laughed and Alan saw high on her thigh. There should be shorts at that point. Maybe he just missed it.

With playful reluctance, he held out the remote for Lauren.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren laughed, she felt so relaxed with Alan. She reached out for the remote before announcing that if he hadn't found anything she was unlikely to get anywhere. She moved towards the DVD shelf and lowered herself down to on knee as she looked through the shelf. Selecting an old RomCom she slipped the DVD into the player and took her seat on the couch again. "Hope this is OK?" she asked as the credits began to roll.

 

[Teechurgye]

Getting more comfortable with her, Alan slipped off his shoes and reclined back. His hand touched Lauren's and he opted to leave their fingers touching. He had seen this particular romantic comedy a few times with his wife before. This was like watching it for the first time.

Testing the waters, alan extended his finger to play with Lauren's

 

[BethJones]

The credits started to roll and Alan seemed happy with the choice. She felt as his finger lightly played with her own, it felt nice. Her heart raced as she started to wnder where this would lead. the alcohol had certainly lowered her defences.

As the movie played she felt more comfortable, easing her legs up onto the couch for comfort, she twisted her body slightly, her tshirt riding up unintentionally revealing her pale cheek and the white lacy underwear.

 

[Teechurgye]

Since there were no negative responses, Alan moved a bit closer.

Ah, that sexy lace panty. Wow. He was glas itwas relatively dark to hide the bulge in his pants. His mind screamed for him to stop, while Alan's tingling and warm body begged him to push limits.

In retrospect, the gesture wasn't as monumental...but it was. Alan's hand searched for Laurens and his fingers locked with hers.

 

[BethJones]

Whilst feeling Alan locking fingers with her felt strange, she didn't protest. She found herself appreciating his strong fingers as they clenched into hers. She wondered what he was thinking, wondered why he was still there.

"Fancy another drink?" she asked taking the last sip from her mug.

 

[Teechurgye]

Not being thirsty, Alan politely declined, but interpreted this as a request to let go of her hand. He watched intently as lauren rose from the couch to replenish her beverage.

His eyes scanned her body appreciating the fact that her body, mind, and spirit all matched to perfection. Then Lauren disappeared into the kitchen.

Pausing the movie, he then chastised himself for even thinking unabashedly sexual thoughts. But he couldn't help himself. He craved being with her. He didn't know what was missing from his life until just days ago.

Alan wanted Lauren. There was no denying it.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren lingered in the kitchen as the kettle boiled, her mind was racing as she wrestled with herself. Should she submit to his advances? On one hand she wanted desperately to let him take her, on the other she considered her work and the complications. She liked Alan, she always had, but was it the alcohol making her think crazy things?

Tonigt she should be on the couch with her husband, he should be treating her the way Alan had. Still unsure she returned to the lounge, putting a little distance between them as she sat down. "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" she asked as she placed the mug on the glass coffee table. Leaning forward made her tshirt gape, allowing a full view of her breasts neatly encased inside the white lacy bra.

 

[Teechurgye]

Alan caught a glimpse of Lauren's delicately covered breasts and quickly looked away. Addressing the proverbial elephant in the room, he said "any more glimpses of your body and I'll be thirsty again." He hoped the joke wouldn't offend her. He also hoped it wouldn't prompt a modesty in Lauren.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren blushed. She hadn't intentionally given Alan any glimpses of het body, but as she looked down at her attire she realised that he had been subjected to a view she had given her husband on many occasssions yet he had always seemed to fail to notice.

Whether it had been alan's plan or not he had just made the penny drop for Lauren, she was in a loveless, pointless marriage. Matt only wanted her salary, not her. She tried to rememebr the last time she had held Matt's hand, the last time they had watched a movie togehter, the last time he had taken her out. The list could go on, but the answer would be the same, the last time they really did anything together was before they had married.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to," she said, although she realised while not a concious decision she had wanted to, she wanted to be looked at and admired. She wanted someone to treat her right. "I can change if you like?" she asked not sure whether he wanted her as much as she now wanted him.

 

[Teechurgye]

Knowing it sounded cliche and cheesy, Alan responded "Don't change a thing." He looked deep in Lauren's eyes as he reached for her hand boldly. "Not a thing."

Alan's breath became more labored as he freely allowed his eyes to peruse Lauren's body. He conscientously saw Lauren stand tall and proud now. Posing? Presenting?

 

[BethJones]

Lauren was vulnerable, her mind raced, this man had taught her a lot, she respected him, she had placed him on a pedestal back in her school days. Lauren attributed her successes to him. She knew the feelings she had at the moment were a mix of her idealistice view of him formed in her teenage years and the feeling of rejection she felt from Matt.

Lauren knew she had a lot of thinking to do. Slightly embaressed she sat next to Alan concentrating on the film rather than him. She slowly sipped her drink, doing anything to keep the wild thoughts out of her head.

 

[Teechurgye]

"I'm so sorry, I just remembered that I had promised to help out Mr Sills cut down a tree." Alan lied and as soon as he did, he wished he could just suck the words right back in.

Jason Sills was one of his best friends, but could he trust him with this? What if Lauren asked Jason questions? It even crossed Alan's mind to wake up early and go to Jason's with a chainsaw in hand.

With a guarded level of congeniality, Mr Craig embraced Lauren one more time. (One last time?) Thank you for the wonderful evening, Lauren. We are lucky to have you as a teacher. And I..."

Alan stopped himself from continuing and walked deliberately out the door.

Driving home, Alan was beating himself up. Why had he let the failure of his marriage give him a sense of optimism with another woman. Why a colleague? Why Lauren — the woman he used to dream about in very inappropriate ways when she was his student?

Alan must have mis-interpreted the flirting. He had to. There was no way this beautiful woman craved him as much as he craved her.

The thought of craving her opened a floodgate of images of Lauren's bra and panties on display for his eyes. Alan shook those images from his head and turned on the radio...loud. Maybe focusing on the lyrics would stop those other thoughts.

Once home, he crawled into bed beside his sleeping wife. Choosing not to even stroke himself — knowing what image he would think of — Mr craig fell into a shallow restless sleep.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren was pleased nothing had happened between her and Alan. There were feelings there she had kept underwraps for many years. Lauren had spent the night alone and it wasn't until late on Satuday afternoon that Matt finally reappeared.

The weekend was quiet as always, no fun, no romance, no sex. Lauren planned her weeks work and occassionally thought about what might have happened with Alan and the consequences for her work life. She knew that nothing could happen between them, it was nice to get some attention, to be wanted and cared for all the things that were missing from her marriage.

During the next week Lauren avoided Alan, she felt awkward. It wasn't his fault but she didn't want to put him in a situation. She was pleased when the opportunity to attend an out of town conference came up and she handed her name in for consideration almost immediately. The conference was a three day event starting on a Wednesday.

This was the space she needed to sort her head and refocus on her job and her marriage. a few days away from Alan and Matt, to rediscover why she loved Matt and put the professional distance back between her and Alan.

 

[Teechurgye]

A conference. That's perfect! Mr Craig thought to himself as the student assistant gave him the inter-office memo. Usually Alanwould just address things to get them out in the open. There's nothing like sharing your expectations and feelings.

But this was different. He wasn't entirely sure of his expectations or feelings. Strike that...he was certain of what he wanted. But as it's likely un-reciprocated, Mr Craig preferred to hold on to the memories of Friday night.

And he avoided her. Actually, mr Craig didn't avoid as much as he didn't actively seek Lauren.

Over the next days, Alan made arrangements to get his classes covered by a substitute. Since the 3-day conference started on a Wednesday, he made arrangements to stay for the weekend.

____________

Mr Craig checked into the hotel late on Tuesday evening. Curious as to the name of sone of the guests who would be attending, he asked the guest services attendant, knowing she couldn't legally give him that information.

Alan carries his bags to his room and quickly changes into his swim suit. He'll still have time to get in a few laps before bed.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren arrived about 9:30pm, just in time to order some food from the closing restraunt. Quickly she ordered her food, before rushing to her room to dump her belongings and headed back to the restraunt. She was almost certain she had glimpsed Alan at the bar, but being in a rush she convinced herself she was imagining things.

The conference was all inclusive and she indulged in a large glass or the house red wine, whilst not the best she had tasted after the long day and rush to get here the alcohol was welcome. She worked her way through the three courses, enjoying having her meal prepared for her. Still dressed in her work clothes, having rushed home prepared something for Matt to eat and then rushed to the hotel.

She finished up in the restraunt, thanking the waiter for perfect service and a wonderful meal. It was an early start in the morning and she decided to head upstairs to bed.

 

[Teechurgye]

Likewise, Alan thought that he'd seen Lauren at the conference's hotel. Nah. It couldn't be. It was likely one of the other hundreds of familiar faces he's seen in the years of coming to conferences like this.

Besides, Lauren's face was so engrained in his mind, there's no doubt he would recognize her immediately.

The pool was a bit on the cool side and it had 2 effects on Alan. First, it reduced the growing bulge in his swimsuit. Secondly, moving from the cool water of the swimming pool to the heated jets in the spa, it relaxed his tight muscles after the long drive.

As Mr Craig reclined in the hot tub, a few boisterous teachers pulled his attention to the elevators.

There she stood...undeniably Lauren.

"Damn" Alan muttered under his breath.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren slipped into the next available lift. Inside her room she placed her bag on the side, kicked off her heels and settled on the bed. She flicked through the numerous channels trying to find something she could watch, something mind numbing, something tha twould help her relax.

Her searches revealed very little and so she headed to the bathroom and began to run a hot soapy bath. She lowered herself into the bath, teh warm water making her smile as she eased in lower. The warm water relaxed her body as she lay back enjoying the peace and quiet, enjoying the fact there was no work to do tonight.

 

[Teechurgye]

The moment he saw Lauren signified the end of Alan's time at the pool area. Partially because he set out to seek Lauren. Partially to avoid her. Mostly because the pool area was being closed for the night.

Alan wraps the towel around his body and makes his way to his room. Once inside he takes inventory of what he packed. Noticing that he had forgotten a few toiletries, he calls down to guest services and waits for room service to deliver.

After about 10 minutes, he hears a knock.

 

[BethJones]

Lauren continued to soak, enjoying having time to herself. After half an hour she stepped from the bath and dried off, slipping on a long tshirt she returned to her bed, flicking again through the channels hoping to find something to keep her entertained whilst she dozed off to sleep.