Second Bite of the Apple

Chapter 11: Saved By The Bell

Chapter 11: Saved By The Bell

We pulled into the car park behind the music department so there was no need to go through the main school building. Apart from Laura's, there were only two other cars there. Judging by the fact that most of the classrooms were still in darkness, I presumed it couldn't have been much later than 7am.

Almost as soon as the engine had switched off, Laura was out of the car like a bolt. I bent down to gather my bag, just as the door on my side was pulled open. I looked up to see Laura courtly holding the door open for me, and holding out her hand. I hung my bag in her outstretched palm as I removed myself from the car, winked and then took off in the direction of the music department.

I could hear Laura laughing as she ran to try and catch up with me. Wow, her laugh was perfect. I stopped abruptly outside the glass door and turned back to see Laura approaching with a smug grin on her soft lips.

"Forgetting something?" she teased, dangling a set of keys in front of my nose.

I pouted with my hands on my hips.

"You can do the honours," she said chucking the keys in my direction (which thankfully I caught).

Once I'd managed to unlock the door, I grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her in after me, unable to contain the happiness etched across my face. We half ran, half skipped through to the office. We truly were like a couple of giggling school girls, but I couldn't help it, she made me feel young again.

I perched myself coyly on the edge of Laura's desk and crossed my legs. Laura sat down and rested her left hand upon my thigh. A small voice in the back of my head was telling me to pull away, but a louder voice was wishing her hand was higher up my leg. I ignored that little nagging voice and closed my fingers over the top of Laura's, brushing my thumb gently over her silky skin. Laura's hand gripped my thigh firmly in response and I felt a surge of longing tear through my body. My eyes swept over the snug silken shirt that clung firmly around Laura's breasts. The emerald sheen worked perfectly with the colour of her eyes. Eyes that were now burning with a wanton fervour. Nobody had ever looked at me in that way.

As Laura leaned in closer, her hand inched slowly up my thigh causing an array of sensations to undulate through my core. The satin of her blouse strained slightly as her chest expanded; the rise and the fall indicating her salacious arousal. Neither of us broke eye contact, not even to blink. The fire held in that gaze was too much. Coupled with the hand which had now moulded itself around my hip, I could hardly contain the effect she was having. Her hand was perfectly positioned to caress my thigh right along the crease where it met my pelvic bone. The clandestine intimacy felt so wrong, yet so right. Every nerve in my body was alight with ardour, screaming for more. I could hardly breath though, let alone move. Rooted to the spot, Laura's hand proceeded to explore every contour of my hip bone, before she slid a solitary finger tauntingly under the waistband of my trousers. Her kuckle grazed my abdomen as she deliberately slid her finger right across to the opposite hip.

Suddenly, with her finger still hooked into my trousers, she rose from her seat, simultaneously pulling my body in towards her own. I slid from the desk letting my feet gently meet with the floor. I found my body pressed soundly against her own; my right thigh caught between hers and my left leg wrapped subtly around Laura's right. As I regained a little composure, I could feel my confidence increase. Hesitantly I skimmed my foot up the back of Laura's calf, using my leg to draw her body closer to me. I paused slightly at the hem of her taut black pencil skirt, but only for a second.

It wasn't until now I realised that Laura was actually an inch or two shorter than me. Her deft fingers made light work of the top few buttons of my blouse, making me feel even more foolish about the fiasco this morning. An appreciative smile flitted across Laura's lips as she revealed the risqué lace of my bra. Startled a little at how assertive she was, I abandoned my ascent of her leg, dropping my foot to the floor.

"Do I make you nervous?" Laura breathed, no doubt interpreting my trepidation.

I bit my lip, not trusting myself to answer. Without waiting for a response, Laura ran a finger lightly across my collarbone, pushing my blouse off of my shoulder in the process. I could feel her breath on my neck; the tension was almost unbearable.

Then, I felt her lips meet briefly with my skin. It happened so quickly, I had to question whether it had even happened at all. I wanted her to do it again, but this time I wanted to be certain.

I knew it was wrong. Everything about this was so incredibly wrong, and that's what made it feel even better. Caught in the moment, I clutched at Laura's waist, pressing my body up against hers. I was suddenly aware of just how tightly she was gripping my thigh between her own. I knew I wasn't the only one that wanted this.

The finger that had been tracing my collarbone was now skimming over my shoulder and down my inner arm. Laura's hand found mine and our fingers intertwined. Her other hand was planted firmly in the small of my back (up my blouse I noted), ensuring my body was held as close to hers as possible. I was sure I could feel her heartbeat echoing through my chest. In that moment, it was almost as if we had become one. Just like with music, time and space seemed to fall away and cease to exist. I found myself inexplicably lost in in her presence.

I gazed determinedly into the laurel eyes before me, trying desperately to fathom what was going on in that beautiful mind. Laura's head tilted slightly, almost as though she was waiting for me to gauge the situation before she acted. I couldn't wait any longer. I tangled my fingers into her hair, directing her face upwards to mine.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I said, already leaning in.

"Neither should I," she moaned into my mouth before letting our lips finally meet.

Hesitant at first, we took quick stolen tastes of each other's lips. Feather-light kisses rapidly became firmer and more passionate, until, overwhelmed with carnal desire, I bit down upon Laura's lip.

The gorgeous woman before me let out a gasp of what seemed more like surprise than pain. Although a slight metallic taste told me I'd probably been just a little too rough. Laura didn't seem to notice though and had already responded by parting my lips with her tongue. I could feel her invading my mouth, as well as my mind and body.

Desperate for more, I started tugging at her blouse, trying to free it from her fitted skirt.

"Stop!" she whispered urgently, releasing my hand and holding her own up to halt me.

I opened my mouth to apologise, sensing that perhaps I had gone too far or that she had suddenly realised just how much trouble we would both be in should we get caught. Then I heard it.

The sound of keys jangling and fast approaching voices was clearly distinguishable. It was Darby and she was not alone. The accompanying male voice sounded worryingly like Mr Prescott (our Head Teacher). Panicking I started fumbling over my buttons. They had to be less than a couple of metres away.

RING-RING-RIINNGGGG!!!

RING-RING-RIINNGGGG!!!

The footsteps and voices retreated away from the office as the fire alarm pierced the otherwise peaceful morning air. Pure relief flooded Laura's face and I knew my expression probably showed a similar story. My breathing started to subside as both the fear and arousal drained from my body.

"We should... go," I nodded in the direction of the door, remembering that as Head Girl I would be expected to account for all members of the 6th form during fire drills (presuming this was a drill).

"Or we could stay?" Laura joked half heartedly, already knowing my answer but clearly just as disappointed as I was for the premature end to our morning together.

Swiftly planting a kiss upon Laura's cheek I headed for the door knowing that if we emerged together it would look suspicious. Thankfully the corridor was deserted and I was able to easily blend in with the crowd spewing from the main building and across the car park.

I think it's safe to say, that's the first time in my life that I've ever been grateful for a fire bell.