The last full day before finals had come to an end. Robert was just having fun with Sarah’s arse as he walked behind her without intending to communicate with her. Before summer, he would only get to see her once more, and that would be at the History final. Even though she didn’t care a whit about him, he would miss her massive body. He ought to be frantic at her. She seemed to be to blame for everything strange that was going on in his life in some way. When Carmen spoke to him about Sarah that day, she asked him, “What if we just met now for the first time?”
He was surprised and delighted to see the troubler outside again, wearing those black pants that looked like skin. He didn’t tell Carmen or her that he was following them to the car. Carmen was wearing grey jeans, and when her right butt cheek dipped down, an oval of frayed white thread appeared. Before his rational mind could stop thinking about it, he pictured slipping his finger inside and wiggle-worming it towards her pussy. He turned his attention to Erica’s groin instead of the hole. With those pants on, she might as well have been naked. Before they reached his vehicle, he was getting harder.
“Where is Robert?” Erica inquired.
Carmen said, “I don’t know,” and began to turn around.
“Shit! Do you follow us?”.
“No, just going…It’s amazing how you two are always on time”.
“He was probably staring at your fabulous ass.” Erica stated.
“Shut up.”Robert and Carmen simultaneously said,
He flipped his seat up to allow Erica to get in. After inserting one foot and her head into the vehicle, she paused and looked back at him. He moved up after grabbing the leg outside the car. She had every chance to say something or fall into the car like she usually would, but she remained composed and allowed him to groan at her. He moved his hand inward after squeezing her groin. She pushed back, matching his dare. He said, “Sure, I’ll watch your stupid flip class” because it was a hot pussy hand.
Erica countered, “It’s not stupid.”
****
In the meantime at home, Orva paced forth and back across her room. Shameful behavior from a woman seeking attention and validation in the absence of a bra. Even though she referred to Robert as her “little man,” she knew he was just a boy when she had been amused and even humbled by his crush a few years earlier.
Her chest tightened around her heart as she opened the box on her bed. She had dismissed the idea as irrational because it came to her in a fleeting moment and was inappropriate, irrational, and potentially illegal. Sadly, similar as malicious considerations will generally do, it putrefied to her. She experimented with the concept and let it develop into a fantasy, but she never considered the risk because she would never do it. She had three children and her husband.
“Adults do not engage in such behavior”. She told herself.
Orva looked at the time. She figured she had plenty of time, so she picked up the box and carried it like a ticking bomb. She told herself that it probably won’t work anyway, as if that made it okay to try.
On her computer screen, she could see the driveway and front porch.
“Thanks to Kebbi and Philipp, no one could sneak up on me.” She acted quickly despite knowing precisely what to do.
A mass of butterflies swarmed in her stomach after everything was completed, just like the night the power went out. She might have grown up and become dissatisfied with her sneaky and perky ways if her life had taken a different turn. Instead, when she suddenly became a mother, the door to who she was had been shut. She was made to become an adult by responsibility, and as a result, she was thrust into a life for which she was unprepared. The years had passed since she played the part. She had fooled everyone, but her subconscious told her she was a liar during those quiet, lonely times. Her heart was holding something secret.
She reasoned that it wasn’t her fault. Robert’s passionate touches had revived the little girl whose father had killed years earlier, and Kebbi’s neglect had been killing the woman she pretended to be. She was ready to let out her pantyhose as years of unfulfilled desires bubbled in the center of her being. She started taking off her clothes and clicked the mouse when she was naked. The monitor was filled with the image of a woman’s naked backside. Breathing became more difficult.
“You’ve got that Old Nick inside…Old Nicky had been released from captivity,”. She said as she looked back at the harmless clock radio on Kebbi’s desk. Orva grabbed her crotch while she was having an orgasm on a computer screen. Her thighs and fingers were covered in seven years of suppressed passion.
***
Miss Donald’s gymnasium was a massive, prefabricated metal structure that could have served as a race shop as well as a gymnastics classroom. The air conditioner was running at full capacity and the roll-up doors were shut. Blue, thick mats covered the majority of the area. There were two parallel bars, a balance beam, and three trampolines. Standing on the floor with Carmen next to the mats and staring at twenty spandex-clad women, Robert felt like a pervert. He knew why he wanted to return, but he didn’t know what Carmen gets out of it all.
Freya, a senior who worked for Miss Donald, performed various actions four feet in front of him. She grinned at him, reclined, curving until her hands were on the mat and her spandex squashed pussy was right in front of him.
He wanted to stick his cock in the middle groove and each lip that he could clearly see. As the girls bent and folded themselves, he thought of a thousand different positions. He was unaware of the body’s incredible flexibility. He would most certainly return to gymnastics. It was superior to the volley ball games Carmen played.