Echoes Down The Corridor

First Encounter

A/N: I thought I'd upload a couple more chapters to get the story moving - feedback really appreciated, I want to improve :)

The shrill ringing of the bell jolts the class awake, and sends an abrupt tidal wave of bodies to the corridor outside. I, on the other hand, am a dreg left behind to clear up the mess left in the wake of their descent. She packs away neatly, shrugging her pink gilet around her small shoulders. My thoughts keep me a million miles away from the classroom - I almost miss her gaze. A sharp twinkling of ocean blue penetrates my soul and removes me from my thoughts, shattering my being from every coherent thought; the gentle invitation to join her courses through numbing my body. Her gentle concerns, all pretence of course, about nothing in particular falter when brown meets blue, chocolate meets sky, as we fall into the liquid pools of the others eyes.

Eyes dart to lips, filler speech stops as our lips meet for the first time. In a passionate fire, the fear of being caught only drives the desire to giddy heights. In a magical whirlwind of feeling and sheer need for each other, we swiftly move into the store room - ignoring the piles of textbook and unmarked coursework strewn everywhere. Hands slide up and down, daring to go further with every sigh and moan that escapes our lips. Consumed by desire, I barely notice the small tug at the hem of my shirt, wetness seeping through my thin underwear at the excitement to come. Suddenly, she pulls away shaking her head gently, the soft ends of her hair brushing against my cheeks. "Not here," she whispers hoarsely "Not now." Feeling in my blazer pocket, she whips out a pen - gently brushing against my breast as she moves her hand - and swiftly engraves my hand with 11 numbers; ending her phone number with a simple kiss. Shivering at her touch, she mistakes this for a chill, takes off her gilet and wraps it around me. Seeing the hurt on my face, she smiles gently, continuing "But we'll find a way, honey. There's always a way" and, planting a swift kiss on my nose, she grabs her rucksack and disappears down the corridor.

Seconds later, I awake, shaking my head at the vivid dream that promptly escapes from my memory. Until I realize that I'm in the store room, I'm surrounded by a mess of textbooks, the class went to break ages ago and I'm wrapped up in a pink gilet, its scent invading my senses like an autumn breeze. The numbers engraved on my hand concludes that the past few minutes did occur and I did actually just kiss her. I gently pass my tongue over my tingling lips, eager to devour the taste of her.

Smiling, I gather my things and, keeping the gilet wrapped tightly around my body, I too exit down the corridor...