“Is that a ‘No’ Bette?” Ms K, was laughing at me, “I feel rejected,” she added in mock outrage.

“Bette you better fucking fix this, or I will kill you! In fact you will kill you. So come on! You’ll never live this down!!” Okay, okay, control, breathe, In; one, two, three, four, Out; five, six, seven, eight. Okay. Focus.

Before I knew what I was doing myself, I had done it. I moved over to Tina, could I call her that now? Mmhh Tina.. I like that name. It fits her perfectly. My hand brushed up to her jawline, snuck itself around her neck and found its way into her blonde tresses. My left hand moved similarly, according to itself, to pull lightly on Tina’s right hip.

She was as shocked, as I was. Her hand moved around my neck, playing with my hair. I knew it was the smart thing to leave it down this morning. Our stomachs pressed against each other, our breasts too. We fitted perfectly. She was smiling. I wasn’t. I was in awe of her. Her everything. She is after all, unbelievably beautiful.

Despite the fact that I am taller than her, and that she has this authoritative nature, it felt really good, being able to pull her to me. I gulped. I still hadn’t said anything, and she still had that delectable smug little grin playing on her lips. Somehow, I got myself together and decided to kiss her. I bent down slowly, my eyes locking with her, and placed a gentle sweet tender kiss on her cheek. And then I moved back.

“Not quite the place to do this, Tina, sorry Miss.” I added, directing her to the several students now arriving into school.

She moved to pick up my hand, “Bette, look at me.” She paused, I held my breathe. “You can call me Tina, everywhere, but in class, okay?”

I was giddy now. And I was falling, No! I had already fallen, fallen hard!

I picked up her stuff from the car, and we walked into the school together. Walking up to the classroom, I dropped her bag onto the teacher’s desk. Wow, if this goes somewhere, we could have lots of hot ‘extra classes’ on that desk!