Unintentional

Amy POV

As the day is drawing close to its end, I am now realizing what I did. I have practice, plus I have a date with Avery. I am just hoping that detention won't be long. I will apologise.

I make my way back to Ms. Wade's classroom. She is bent over, collecting something from her drawer. Damn! She looks good! Her bun is now a bit messy and so sexy. I can see the ass of her pants having some wrinkles from all her movements throughout the day. I am just standing there, admiring. She looks up. I know she sees me checking her out. Tough luck.

She gestures towards a chair next to her desk.

"Have a seat, Amy."

I move to sit, but then remember my apology.

"Ms. Wade, I'm sorry for the language I used with you. I was just so angry at Rhonda. She is just picking on me for no particular reason."

"I accept your apology, Amy. I don't want it happening again. I understand you were mad. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is ignore people like Rhonda."

"I really do understand what you are saying. I have been steering clear of that girl, but she seems to take pleasure from tormenting me. I was about to let her have it. I, simply, could not turn the other cheek this morning."

She pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and takes a seat behind her desk. I sit next to her in the chair she provided.

"Can you be lenient with me today? I just joined the basketball team, and I have to practice at 4:30."

She checks her watch.

"It is 3:20. If you move fast enough, you can go."

"Fast enough?"

She places a stack of papers in front of me and a few answer sheets. Oh, great! I will check papers. I sigh.

She smiles.

"Don't be such a baby. They are multiple choices. These are the freshmen papers. It should not take you long."

I want to waste no time, so I start to check papers. She is checking, too. After about fifteen minutes in, I slouch back in my chair and look at her. I know she feels me staring.

After what feels like five minutes of staring, she raises her eyes to mine. I have the pen tapping at my lips, but when she looks at me, I slip it into my mouth and, visibly, twirl my tongue around the tip. I just don't give a damn. I want her to know I find her attractive. To top it off, I wink at her. Her cheeks are red, and when my stare goes down her body, I can see the imprints of her hard nipples.

"Do I need to send you to the principal's office?"

I giggle and lean in closer to her.

"What will you tell them? That I can't help liking what I see? That I find you so sexy? That I want to-"

She stands, swiftly, and folds her hands over her breasts.

"Leave. Go to practice."

I know I should not say these things to her, but I want to. I smile and slowly stand. Instead of walking in front of her desk, I walk behind her, letting my body barely brush against hers. She stiffen.

"See you, Alyssa," I whisper.

That's her first name. I just saw that on one of her books.

In the next instance, I am at practice. I am being, formerly, introduced to my teammates. The vibe seems so mellow between us. I like this.

"Isn't Ms. Wade going to come this evening, coach?" A voice says from behind me.

I hold back my grin, remembering Ms. Wade.

"No, she texted and said she won't be able to join today. She has to leave early," the coach says.

After about an hour of practice, I am ready to go home and change for my date. I shower and dress. I'm wearing a yellow T-shirt, faded jeans, slip-ons, and my hair down. I am walking out my door, ready to go meet Avery. I have every intention of getting lucky tonight. Three weeks without actual sex is depressing.

Avery and I are having dinner at one of the restaurants I had discovered. She is great company. She knows how to hold a conversation, and she is hilarious. We are having a great time. After eating, I suggest we walk along the sea. I am holding her hand. She is a little hesitant, but I assure her it is innocent. Yeah, right.

We are sitting on the bare sand of the seashore, and I can't wait anymore. I lean in and kiss Avery. She is pulling away from me, but I slow down, and she gives in. I have her on her back and my hands up her skirt in record time. She is into it until her phone rings. It seems this brings her back to reality. She fixes her clothes and says that we should head home. I agree with her. She is straight. I can wait a few more days. It won't hurt.