I said, “Calm down. Phantom of the Opera is in town. Tell him you and I got all dolled up for a nice supper and a show. Technically that is all true. We did go out for a supper and we definitely saw a show. He will assume it is the play you saw.”
This seemed to relax her a bit. I then added, “You should probably take that toy out.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, “I was beginning to get use to its slight teasing.” She awkwardly took out the toy and put it in her purse. She got ready to leave and said, “Well that was very educational.”
“That it was,” I agreed. I then said to ease her conscience, “Whatever happens at the club, stays at the club.”
She shook her head in agreement and said, “Well thanks, that was fun.”
“I am happy you enjoyed yourself,” I said slyly back. I leaned in as if I was going to kiss her lips and watched as she closed her eyes waiting for the kiss. Instead my lips just brushed hers ever so lightly before I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
A sigh escaped her lips, but she smiled as if she wasn’t disappointed, even though she was. “Good night,” she finally said.
“Good night,” I returned and watched her leave. I followed her with my eyes the whole way in as I anticipated the look back. It didn’t come as early as I expected, but it came, as she reached the door. She looked back at me and smiled. I blew her a kiss and drove home.
The drive home was a blur as I reflected on the night. I now had confirmation she was submissive and I now knew she was willing. The only question left was did she love me. Would she cancel the wedding and declare her love for me? I still didn’t know, but I was hopeful. I smiled as I thought that the final part of my plan would begin on Monday; a two week long onslaught of affection which would hopefully cumulate in a declaration of love to her and hopefully a similar declaration from her to me.
CHAPTER SIX: THE FINAL APPROACH
I purposely did not call her on Sunday. I wanted to let the night just linger inside as she sobered up and dealt with her fiancé. I spent the day doing laundry, planning lessons and watched a movie. I love how people think if you’re a lesbian all you ever do is think sex. I was a complete person with a variety of passions and only Gwen really knew the complete me.
Monday Feb 3
On Monday we met at school and acted as if nothing had happened only two days earlier. I asked how Ron was and she said, “Same old, same old.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?” I asked trying to delve deeper for a secret meaning.
“Not good,” she said, “He was home for the first time in five days and all we wanted to do was watch hockey.” She paused and then stressed “Hockey.”
“Well you know men, they have very limited interests. Sex, food and sports.”
“Well he only seems to have two,” she said frustrated.
Later, at the end of day she came in to my room all flushed and said, “I got flowers sent to me.” She looked at me all freaked out, “At work.”
I had sent the flowers so playing dumb I said, “Well that is romantic. At least he is trying.”
“They are not from him,” she said perturbed and handed me a card.
Lovely Gwen,
You are a beautiful woman. You deserve only the best.
Lovingly,
A secret admirer…
P. S.-That gold dress looked amazing on you.
“Oh,” I said, “Who could it be from?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “Could it be someone from the club?”
“Who?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Just enjoy them,” I recommended. “Actually, you should take them home and show them to Rob.”
“I can’t do that,” she said.
“I suppose not,” I said. I looked at the clock and said, “Got to go coach volleyball.”
Gwen looked at me all concerned, “Are you going to be ok?”
“I’ll be fine. Brittany knows the rules. What happens at the club…”
“Stays at the club,” Gwen finished.
I kissed her on the cheek and headed out.
Tuesday February 4th
On Tuesday I didn’t see Gwen till after school as it was a hectic day. I walked into her classroom and said, “Those really are nice flowers.”
Gwen gave a slight grin and said, ‘The nicest I have ever got.”
“That is too bad,” I said, “A girl needs simple symbols of love on a regular basis. We need to feel loved.”
“I don’t feel too loved right now,” she said with a frown.
“What’s wrong? What did he do?”
“He won’t be home for Valentine’s Day. He will be in Toronto. He won’t even be in the same country. Some special conference.”
“Fuck off,” I said, “That bastard. He knows how much you love Valentine’s Day.”
“He said he had no control over it. He said, we can celebrate this weekend,” she said with tears in her eyes.
I opened my purse, grabbed my phone and called Shelia. “Hi Shelia. Do you have any openings today? Five o’clock. Great. No, it’s for my friend Gwen. Yes, give her the full treatment.” I hung up and said “I got you an appointment for a full body massage.”
She looked at me confused.
“You are all stressed. Go see Shelia. She gives the most amazing massages in the world,” I advised.
She said, “Well I could certainly use one.” I gave her a card with the address on it. She took it and said, “What would I do without you?”
I laughed and said, “Probably wither away and die.”
Gwen laughed as I headed out.
Wednesday February 5th
I wish I could tell you some riveting story or some great seduction or even something remotely interesting, but I can’t. I caught the flu and spent the whole time on the couch watching lame ass talk shows.
Thursday February 6th
I returned to work and it was like Groundhog Day, except in reverse. This time Gwen was out with the flu. I coached volleyball again and ended up going out for drinks with half the team. Again, no great story, other than I had a couple two many drinks and ended up sick for a second straight day, although this one was self-inflicted.
Friday February 7th
The final part of my plan fell into place on Friday. As the day ended, I went into Gwen’s room and said, “I have a plan.”
Gwen looked at me sceptical as she said, “You do, do you.”
“Yes, is your man still gone on Valentine’s Day?”
“Yes,” she said, “Thanks for reminding me.”
“Well, I decided we will make it a special girl’s night in.”
“Really,” she said, “You have no plans?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, “with my best friend.”
Gwen lit up as she said, “That would be awesome.”
“We’ll make exact plans later, but let’s plan to just leave from here and no matter what we do, we will end up at my place. Bring jammies, we are having a two person slumber party.”
“Wow, that is so high school,” she reflected, “I love it.”
I then gave her my now traditional kiss on the cheek and headed out. I was going back home for the weekend to visit the parents. Gwen was supposed to be having her early Valentine’s Day celebration with her man. I got in my car and headed the four hours it would take to get home, beginning my final countdown to the seduction of my best friend.
Monday February 10th
The weekend was fun, but not really relevant to this story so I won’t bore you with the details.
On Monday to start the final stage of my lesbian seduction I had a courier drop off a box just as school ended. The box included a card and a gift. The card read:
Sexy Gwen,
Still thinking about you.
Your secret lesbian admirer.
P. S. The gown is for you for Saturday. I look forward to seeing you again at Le Chateau Club.
The gown was a slinky halter gown that was completely backless and had a front v-neck opening that went to the belly button. Obviously it could not be worn with a bra. The outfit would be perfect for the annual day after Valentine’s party at Le Chateau Club. A legendary annual party that I hoped to take Gwen to as my date.
I walked into her room after school as she was looking at the gown. I said, “Wow, that is an amazing dress. Where did you get it?”
She handed me a card and I read it. “Oooh, the secret admirer strikes again.”
Gwen looked at it more and said, “Well my secret admirer treats me way better then my fiancé.”
“Are you still going on Saturday?”
“I don’t know,” she responded reflectively.
“The fact that you didn’t say no, means you probably will.”
She looked at me and said, “I can’t explain it, but I feel like I have to go back. It is almost all I think about.”
“Oh, I understand it,” I said adding, “completely.”
She smiled and said, “I suppose you do. Do you think the secret admirer is Rosie?”
“I doubt it, it is not her style,” I said honestly.
“Then who?” she pondered.
“I have no idea,” I lied.
I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek and headed out to coach.
Tuesday February 11th
That morning, before school started, Gwen came in my room to borrow crayons and I said, “Hey I forgot all about it, but how was that we-vibe thing.”
She responded, “Amazing actually. The way it hits and vibrates on both the g-spot and the clit is exhilarating.”
“So I should get one,” I said.
“Oh definitely, although with all your toys it may be just another one.”
I responded, “Are you jealous of my toy collection?”
“No,” she said, “I’m jealous of your sex life.”
The first bell rang just as the conversation was getting interesting. Gwen went to class and I prepared for mine.
At lunch a box of chocolates was delivered to Gwen, by me secretly of course, with another note.
Elegant Gwen,
For your sweet-spot, until I can taste your sweet-spot.
Your secret and hopeful lover
Gwen came into my room at last break and said, “I got another gift.”
I smiled and said, “She is really pulling out all the stops.”
“It is driving me nuts not knowing,” she said.
“You really like this attention, don’t you?”
She shrugged, “It is nice to be noticed again.”
“Slut,” I said mockingly.
Gwen looked at me and said sarcastically, “Are we really going to play that game?”
I feign confusion, “What could you possibly mean?”
“You do a different girl every day,” she accused.
I went for the kill when I said, “Actually you have more recently ate pussy than I have.”
Gwen looked at me surprised and said, “Really?”
“Yep,” I said, “I am in quite a drought. My cunt may shrivel up and die.”
This made Gwen burst out laughing as she left to get back to her class before recess ended.
Wednesday February 12th
When I woke up and checked my phone I saw a distraught message from Gwen.
February 12th 12:17AM
From: Gwen
Julia,
I tried calling you, but you must be in bed already. I really need to talk to you, Rob and I had a huge fight.
Gwen
That morning I called her and didn’t get an answer. So I got to school early and as expected she was already there. I walked into her room, with two coffees, and asked, “So what is the story?”
She broke down crying instantly and through sniffles and so forth I got out of it that she confronted him about his lack of attention of late and that led to a shouting match and he walked out.
I got her calmed down and asked, “Does he make you happy?”
“Two weeks ago I would have said yes, but now I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
“Well maybe you guys need a break. If you are meant to be, it will all work out.”
“I suppose” she said.
The rest of the day was crazy and I sent more flowers to her. I got the message changed at the last minute.
Glorious Gwen
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Your sexy smile;
Your luscious legs;
You are perfection to me.
Your secret admirer
P. S.-You deserve someone who will make you the only star in their universe.
After school Gwen was jubilant and there was little evidence of her earlier emotional breakdown. That night we went out to a high school play version of Shakespeare’s Othello. It was a simple night of friendship.
Thursday February 13th
I barely got to see Gwen today as I took my students’ on a field trip. I did make sure to send her another note and present. The note was only a few words:
Sweet Gwen,
I long to kiss you,
To touch you,
To make love to you.
Your secret admirer
The present was a bottle of perfume.