by Briar Lane
As soon as I said that, Lana was sure to take my clit into her mouth and suck on it even harder. I could feel her fingers inside me, pushing right up against my most sensitive spot. As my thunderous orgasm crashed over me, I could hear her moaning too. We were cumming at the same time. She’d made herself finish at the same time as me, and that just made me feel even hotter as I moaned and groaned and let the feeling of pure pleasure take over my whole body.
I rolled over, feeling the aftershocks of pure ecstasy move through me as I tried to come back down to earth. Once I could think again, once I could breathe again, I turned back around and looked right at Lana.
“What?” she asked with a short chuckle.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how incredible you are… And how nice it is that you’re in my bed right now.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked through a heavy breath.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “That was truly amazing.”
It was so funny that a mere hour ago, I was worried that I wasn’t going to like having sex with Lana. Well, what we just did blew that idea out of the water. I most certainly liked it. And I most definitely liked her.
“Was it really?” she said. “I was pretty nervous.”
“Why?” I asked. I knew why I was nervous—because I’d never been with a woman before. But she surely had!
“Oh, you know, I’m your first experience with a woman. I wanted to make sure I left a good impression.”
I laughed. “Oh, yeah. You most certainly did.”
Lana gave me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re really cute.”
Every time she complimented me I just melted. She had been sweeter to me in the last six hours of us dating than some men had been to me our entire relationship.
“So, we should probably talk logistics, right?” I asked.
“Right.” She nodded. “Like, are we going to tell Alex about this?”
I had already thought about it. “Let’s not tell her right away. When she’s around, let’s just keep things platonic. In a normal dating situation I wouldn’t consider having my significant other meet my daughter until we had months of a solid relationship. Obviously you’ve already met her and she likes and trusts you, but I’m thinking we should keep the same formula. If we feel like this is going to be a long-term thing in a few months, then we can explain it to her.”
Lana nodded. “Perfect. Good thinking. But, can I be honest about something?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course, anything,” I said.
“I already feel like this is going to be a long-term thing,” she admitted.
I grinned at her. “Yeah, honestly, so do I.” Then I thought for a moment. “When’s the last time you felt this way about a woman?”
She sighed. “Truthfully, I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I can’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone. Something about the way I feel about you just seems… special. It feels somehow different than all the times I’d dated before. You seem to fit me so much better than any other woman ever has.”
I nodded. “I feel the same way. It’s like everything I wanted in a partner, everything I fantasized about having in someone else… you embody all of it. And it’s still crazy to me that a person like you even exists. Like, I’m genuinely in awe that someone like you exists. And now I actually have you, and…” My thoughts drifted into something darker.
“What?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’ve just got this sense that, like, something is going to go horribly wrong. Like this thing we’ve got going couldn’t possibly last. That it’s too good to be true. And in my life when something is too good to be true, that usually means it’s going to be taken away from me…”
“Oh, honey,” Lana said, brushing the hair out of my face and letting her hand linger on my cheek. “This isn’t like this. Nothing is going to go wrong.”
“You can’t really know that…” I said slowly.
“But I do!” she said. “This is just the part of your story where your happily ever after comes. You know, the rest of your life was the hardship and the struggle and this is the part where you can relax. Where everything falls into place and you finally get to be happy.”
I smiled at the thought of that… Happily ever after. I could get used to that.
“You really think so?” I asked.
“I know so,” she said confidently. “There is no more darkness in our future. Nothing is going to come between us.”
I nuzzled into her arms. In that moment, I believed her. In that moment, I really felt like this was my happily ever after and nothing was going to come our way.
“I believe you,” I told her.
But I shouldn’t have. I really, really shouldn’t have.
14
Lana
I walked around the classroom, peeking over my students’ shoulders as they read the alphabet aloud to their reading partners. I had them all coupled up for the moment and they were supposed to go back and forth, saying each letter and then giving an example of a word that starts with that letter.
There wasn’t much for me to do at that point except walk around and assess where they were at. But I had a pretty good idea of their progress so far and wasn’t overly concerned at the moment. That meant I had some time to daydream.
It had been several months since Katie and I had started dating, and it was crazy how different my life felt in those few months. It was like I was a whole different person with this whole different lifestyle.
Now instead of spending my evenings and weekends alone, I had a partner to do it with. My entire schedule was different because it was now wrapped around Katie’s, and when she and Alex were available. I was often at their house cooking them both dinner and hanging out with them. I was really only at my own home these days when I needed to do things for work.
For months we had successfully hidden our relationship from Alex. In her mind, I was just their friend coming to hang out. I mean, I was also her teacher, but in addition to that, I was a buddy. She was too young to really even understand romance outside of books and movies, and books and movies usually showed straight couples. I don’t think the idea that her mother and I were together even occurred to her.
But earlier this week we had decided it was time to sit her down and explain it to her. Things were getting serious enough that she deserved to know where this was headed and that I was an important person in her life.
I was nervous about telling her, to say the least. It took a little bit of time for her to truly process it. At first she didn’t seem to grasp that her mother and I could be a couple and both be women, but after Katie and I explained things, she understood fairly quickly. Katie and I told Alex that we loved each other like boys and girls love each other and that we were girlfriends, and once she understood that, she seemed totally thrilled about it.
It was way too early for her to start calling me ‘Mom’ or anything. I was still Miss Andrews, and I was sure I still would be way past the time Alex actually finished kindergarten. But that didn’t keep me from fantasizing about the day that I did become her stepmom.
I already felt like a parent to her. As great as the bond I had with Katie was, I think the bond I had with Alex was even better. I couldn’t imagine not being around to watch her grow up.
It was really corny but I couldn’t help but feel like this was all fate. Like I was meant to be her kindergarten teacher and thus meant to meet her mom. Like all of this was supposed to happen and I was always going to end up being her second parent.
Though, if it was fate at play, I wished fate could have introduced me and Katie a long time ago. I hated that I missed out on five years of their lives. That would have been my only regret. But besides that, I was completely contented with my new life.
I heard loud laughter come from the left side of the room and saw Alex and Josh giggling with each other.
“What’s so funny, guys?” I asked, turning on my stern teacher face. “We
’re supposed to be reading the alphabet.”
They both went straight-faced. “Sorry, Miss Andrews,” Josh said.
“That’s okay.” I smiled at them both. “Just get back to the alphabet, please.”
They did exactly that. I think that was the only struggle I had with Alex: having to be her stern teacher during the week and then a fun friend on the weekends. But in a few more months she’d graduate from kindergarten and then that wouldn’t even be an issue anymore. I wouldn’t be her teacher, just her mom’s girlfriend.
As much as I enjoyed being her teacher, I was excited to only have one role to play with her.
As the day came to a close, I heard a vibrating from my desk. I instructed my kids to get their things from their cubbies and line up while I checked my phone.
It was a text from Katie, telling me that she got tied up at work and asking me if I could just bring Alex home. I texted back quickly that it would be fine, and then I headed to my line of students so I could open up the door as the bell rang.
The smell of cut grass hit me as I opened the door. They always mowed on Fridays, and I really loved the smell. I had a smile on my face as the kids began to run to their parents. I pulled Alex to the side and let her know that I’d be taking her home. I’d done this a couple times before, so it wasn’t strange to her and she just nodded.
I waited for the last of my kids to find their parents. Once they did, I turned back to return to the classroom with Alex but was interrupted by an angry voice.
“Excuse me!” a female voice called out. It sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it exactly.
I turned around to see Josh’s mom stomping toward me with anger written all over her face.
“Yes?” I asked, confused.
She looked at me, then down at Alex, then back at me again. “Are you dating this child’s mother?” she demanded in an angry tone.
I was completely confused. For a moment, I couldn’t even think of what to say. My mind was trying to process how she even got that information. But then she cleared that up.
“My Josh told me that Alex said you were her mother’s girlfriend. Is that true?” she demanded.
“I… uh, yes,” I said, both floored that she knew and floored that this seemed to upset her.
“I see,” she said harshly. She then whipped around and called for Josh. “Follow me!” she told him, and she began to march—not back to her car, but toward the office building of the school.
“Wait,” I called after her. “Is there some kind of problem?”
“There most certainly is!” she said in a cold voice, and she continued to march toward the office.
I was stunned.
I looked down at Alex, who had a look of fear in her eyes. “Did I get you in trouble?” she asked guiltily.
“No, honey, of course not,” I said as I knelt down to her and pushed her bangs out of her face. “You did nothing wrong, don’t worry.”
Katie and I had never instructed her not to tell anyone about our relationship. Honestly, I had never even thought about that. I didn’t think we were doing anything wrong. We had nothing to hide.
“Then why did Josh’s mom look so angry?” Alex asked me.
“I… I don’t know,” I told her. And I really didn’t.
Why the hell was she so mad?
“Wait, so, she just stormed into the office?” Katie asked as she sat down on the kitchen countertop. As soon as I got to her house with Alex, I started cooking pasta for us and it was nearly done.
“Yeah…” I said. “It’s a little weird, right?”
“It’s completely weird,” she agreed. “Did anyone from the office call you?”
“Not yet,” I said. “But it’s only been an hour.”
I had to admit, I’d been nervous ever since that encounter with Josh’s mother. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong, but she seemed really offended. Was I actually going to get in trouble? I wasn’t really the kind of person who got into trouble. I was a model student and now I was a model teacher… that was kind of my thing.
“Babe, don’t stress,” Katie told me. “We’re two consenting adults. We’ve done nothing wrong. She can’t get you in trouble just because she’s homophobic.”
My eyes widened. I was so scared about whether or not I’d really done anything wrong that this didn’t even pop into my head as a possibility! “You think that’s what this is about? That she’s homophobic?”
“What else could it be?” she asked. “You’ve done nothing wrong except date a woman and she clearly has a problem with it.”
“Yeah, I guess that has to be what this is about…” I said, feeling a little dejected. “Wow. I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with this from any of my students’ parents.”
As bad as getting in trouble was for me, somebody discriminating against me because I was a lesbian definitely felt worse. Especially since it was one of my students’ mothers who adored me a week ago.
My phone started buzzing from the kitchen table and my mind went straight back to thinking about being in trouble. There were only two kind of calls I got: the first was a call from Katie, which obviously this wasn’t, and the second was a call from my school. And I did not want to hear from the school right now.
“Here, I’ll finish this up,” Katie said, getting off the counter and stepping toward the stove. “You just go answer that.”
I would’ve rather kept cooking dinner than answer the phone, but I had to know what was going on.
Sure enough, it was the school on my caller ID. I recognized this particular extension as being from our principal’s office.
“Hello?” I answered nervously.
“Hello, Miss Andrews? It’s Principal Byron.”
“Oh, hello, what can I do for you?” I asked.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, but I’m going to need you to come in about thirty minutes early tomorrow and meet me in my office. Is that possible?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, barely able to croak the words out with my anxiety rising. “Can I ask what we’d be meeting about?”
“Just… a situation we need to address. We’ll talk more tomorrow,” he responded.
“Okay, sure. I’ll see you then,” I said, trying very hard to sound friendly.
“See you,” he replied before hanging up.
My heart sunk in my chest.
“What’s going on?” Katie asked immediately, sounding as nervous as I felt.
“He wants me to come in early tomorrow and meet him in his office,” I said, feeling a little nauseated. Now even Katie seemed hesitant.
“Well, babe, don’t get nervous! You’ve done nothing wrong. He can’t actually get you in trouble because some woman is homophobic. Maybe he just wants to let you know what was said and that he took your side in the matter.”
“Yeah, maybe…” I responded, though my gut told me that wasn’t the case.
“Let’s not think on it for now,” she told me. “Worrying about it is not going to change the outcome. It’s only going to be more time that you torture yourself. Dinner is almost ready. Let’s just enjoy the night.” She leaned in and kissed me.
“Yeah, sure, that sounds good.” And it really did. But dinner was not going to be enough to distract me from my nervousness. Katie herself wasn’t enough to distract me.
Why the hell did the principal want to see me?
The night went about as well as expected. I was anxious but I tried to hide it and enjoy my time with Katie and Alex as much as possible. I stayed late so that when I finally went home, I was exhausted enough to be able to sleep straight away and not get too anxious about the coming day.
For the most part, that worked. But when I woke the next morning the anxiety came flooding back to me.
I got dressed as fast as I could and I hurried to the school, arriving even earlier than a half hour before I usually got there.
I couldn’t help myself. If something was wrong, I wanted to know about it as s
oon as possible.
Thankfully, Principal Byron was already there and I was able to go to his office straight away. He was smiling and didn’t look particularly upset, so maybe Katie was right—maybe it was nothing.
“Miss Andrews, come on in.” He motioned for me to sit.
“Sir, is something wrong?” I asked immediately, not wanting to beat around the bush. I just needed to know what was going on so it could be addressed as quickly as possible.
He frowned. “Mrs. Taylor—Joshua Taylor’s mother—brought it to my attention yesterday that you were dating the parent of one of your students. Is that true?” he asked.
“It is,” I said. “Why, is that a problem?”
He frowned again. “Actually, it kind of is. Well, not for me, particularly. But it is for Mrs. Taylor.”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand. You don’t care about me dating Alex’s mother, but since Mrs. Taylor does… I’m being reprimanded?” I asked.
Principal Byron nodded. “Mrs. Taylor is the head of the PTA and organizes almost all of the school’s fundraisers. She’s an important part of this school, and as such, I tend to take her opinion seriously.”
I was suddenly filled with anger. “Oh, so because she’s head of the PTA, she’s got the green light to be homophobic?” I demanded.
He furrowed his brow. “Homophobic? Miss Andrews, that is quite the accusation…”
“I don’t think so,” I said coldly. “I think it’s very apparent what is happening here. Mrs. Taylor doesn’t like the idea that her son’s kindergarten teacher is dating another woman, so she came to complain to you about it.”
Principal Byron sighed. “Miss Andrews, I take it you haven’t met both of Josh’s parents.”
I thought on it. No, I guess I hadn’t. I couldn’t remember his father being there at any parent-teacher conferences, but it wasn’t unusual for just one parent to take on most of the school correspondences. Usually one stayed at home or worked part-time while the other worked full-time.
“No, I haven’t met Mr. Taylor,” I said.
