Echoes Down The Corridor

Twerking and Confessions (Part 1)

A/N: Well, this is a long one - be prepared for a mountain of dialogue and a bit of fluff! I've had to split it into 2 parts so I could get the drama in - more at the bottom :)

Friday afternoon rolls around quickly, and, having quickly gone home to get changed - I decide upon bleached denim shorts, a white lace top, and pale blue converse - and dump my school stuff, I arrive at Sarah's house a little after 6 in the evening. She lives in a fairly small, semi-detached house on the big estate outside the town where I go to school; it is clean and well-kept, with a variety of colourful flowers bordering the gravel path up to the front door. Despite knowing almost everything about this woman, and having known her intimately, I'd never seen inside her house - this is her private sanctuary, and I feel a little nervous about going inside. Sighing deeply, determined to enjoy this evening, I knock lightly on the door.

My girlfriend, breathtaking as usual, opens the door; the huge smile plastered across her face sends all my apprehension flying out, and I too smile back. She hastily ushers me in, and I step through the door, detailing her appearance. Her blonde hair is tied up in a high ponytail on top of her head, highlighting her high cheekbones and soft face; minimal make-up, a loose, pink shirt (unbuttoned) and white tank top, and light grey skinny jeans complete her look. She is stunning, and I feel awed just standing next to her.

"Well," she begins, breaking my trance, "I thought, since your exams are about 8 weeks away, I have a bunch of worksheets for you to get on with, and we could also do some timed extract questions on To Kill A Mockingbird if we have time, because I know you spend about 3 hours on each one!" she says with a wicked grin. A look of horror crosses my face.

"Don't look so horrified!" she then says, laughing at my expression "I was only kidding. Like I'd make you do revision on our date? Nah, there's popcorn and takeaway menus in the kitchen, and a bunch of DVDs that aren't Thomas the Tank Engine or Tinkerbell's adventures in my room. We're going to have fun." she finishes with a wink, and we both begin to laugh, the wonderful sound filling the room.

Whilst Sarah goes upstairs to get a selection of films, I enter the lounge. I first spot an iPod Classic in a dock on the windowsill and, intrigued to know what kind of music my girlfriend (and Catholic English teacher!) listens to, I scroll down, reading through the list of songs. Laughing, I take in the eclectic mix of music she has - from Kelis to Mozart and everything in between, and a LOT of hip-hop: Ciara, Chris Brown, Gwen Stefani, all the Black Eyed Peas albums - you name it, it's on there! Not what I was expecting, but then again, there had been a lot of surprises in our relationship. Picking out a song at random, I pressed play and, as "Yeah!" by Usher began to thud out of the speakers, I began to dance in the middle of the floor.

Swinging my hips in a sultry way in time to the music, Sarah re-enters the room and leans up against the doorframe, grinning at my amazing seduction techniques (hahaha NOT!); when I beckon her to join me, she eagerly obliges, standing behind me and resting her hands on my hips, swaying in time. Encouraged by her movements, I move my hands to reach behind her neck; when one of her hands moves to my stomach, I gasp audibly - arousal is building in both of us as the song reaches its climax. We keep moving as one, tension and desire building at the speed of light as the song continues to play.  

"Wow," I begin after the song ends, breathless from the heightened tension of the past few minutes.

"Yeah, that's what they all say..." Sarah retorts playfully, earning her a slap on the arm from me. "Hey, I think we should do something a little less...energetic, since we're not actually drunk yet. Pick a movie" she finishes, gesturing to the small pile on the couch.

As we settle down to watch "Imagine Me & You", we snuggle down on her sofa, Sarah placing her arm around my shoulders. I laugh at the cheesy nature of what we're doing now; less than 3 months ago, she was just my teacher, a goddess out of my reach. Now here we are, together. It seems so surreal, yet I love it - I love her. I'm in love with her. At 16, I know this shouldn't be true, can't be true in many people's view, but I really think that I am actually in love her, and this is more than just a teenage crush that's escalated out of control. I know full well the extent of the law preventing us from walking down the high street hand-in-hand (a very thorough Google search one night both escalated and quelled my fears), and I don't know if she reciprocates these feelings, but right now I'm content with what I have with her. And I'm more than happy to spend the next part of my life as we are.