She was sitting on the edge of her huge wooden desk when I came into her office and she pointed me to the low stool directly in front of her. I sat do...wn and looked up at her and saw her push her sexy glasses back on her tiny upturned nose and she put one foot on bench right next to me. Too late, I saw the trap of her black silk French undies and her nylons that were attached to them with the sexy garters nurses used to wear back when I was a kid and far too young to get a kick from looking at. Katie noticed that it was almost noon, so we dressed and went to the kitchen. Becky came home shortly after that and found us sitting at the kitchen table drinking sodas. True, we were only using one chair and the sodas were taking second place to kissing, but we were dressed and in the kitchen when she brought lunch.“I didn’t expect you to be dressed and in the kitchen,” Becky teased.“We were such a sticky mess after that last round that we had to stop and clean up,” Katie told her. “Lucky for. " I'm up. I'm up." she replied, blatantly fibbing."Don't make me get the ice water!" the redhead threatened.Mumbling imprecations under her breath, she got up, made her bed, and laid out her clothes. Joining the others, she staggered out the door and into line. As they made their way toward the pool, she heard quiet humming from parts of the line. It stopped every time they approached one of the watching teachers, then continued once the performers thought they were far enough away. While the. Another blast of energy fills my head; this one is a little more visceral. You look at me and mumble something. "Huh? I didn't catch that," I say.A wickedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you.