Infatuation

by Jade Taylor

  “Ellie taught you well,” she said.

  I moved away, ignoring her wet cunt as I moved to lie beside her and hit back with, “Let me guess, you taught her everything she knows.”

  We were both still, lying on our backs, not even touching.

  “Why is this so hard?” I asked.

  She was silent for a moment, then honest at last. “Because this is the end, and we both know that.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” I said, but my voice sounded false, even to me.

  “It does,” she insisted.

  She rolled over to me and stroked my hair.

  “You really think this is going to somehow work out?” she asked, her face so close to mine, her hand on my hip. “How can you think this could have a happy ending?”

  “Please,” I begged; I didn’t have the answers.

  “This isn’t real,” she told me, then kissed me.

  I wanted to tell her that it could be.

  “This isn’t Pretty Woman, there isn’t going to be a happy ending,” she insisted as she kissed me again.

  I couldn’t think about what she said, all I could think was that she was kissing me, that she was naked, that she was lying next to me and kissing me.

  She said she didn’t kiss clients.

  But she kissed me.

  Slowly she undressed me, kissing each piece of skin she revealed, teasing my breasts as I had done to her, leaving me moaning loudly with none of the restraint that she had shown.

  Then her mouth was on mine once more, and my naked body was pressed against hers, every nerve ending in my skin tingling madly. My nipples were hard and sensitive as they brushed against hers, making me call her name softly. My clit felt like it was on fire, so desperate for attention, and finally, she touched me.

  Her hand went between my legs at the same time as my hand went between hers. Slowly we moved together, synchronised, my tongue in her mouth, her tongue in mine, her fingers on my clit, my fingers on hers. I was so turned on, but wanted to make this moment last forever, and when I slowed my pace she copied.

  “I don’t want this to end,” I said, not sure whether I was talking about the sex or whatever it was between us.

  “I know,” she replied, then shut me up by kissing me some more.

  Her skin was so soft as my hands explored her body quickly, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, sliding across her perfect arse, before returning to her cunt once more. I tried to hold every sensation in my head, the feel of her soft skin, the heady scent of her arousal mixed with the sensual smell of her perfume, the sound of her sighs as she finally stopped being silent.

  Her hand on my clit, stroking, teasing, working me up to a frenzy I hadn’t even imagined.

  My hand on her, doing the same.

  “Harder,” she told me, and I stopped teasing.

  She came, her juices dripping all over my hand, her silence well and truly broken as she shouted out, “Jenni.”

  It was the release I needed, and I came with her, my body shaking and weak.

  I lay back on the bed, physically and emotionally spent.

  I wanted to tell her I loved her, but knew she would bolt for the door if I did.

  Instead I said nothing, and cuddled up beside her.

  She fell asleep before me, and I watched her, trying to stay awake, so I could take as much of her in, before this really was over.

  ***

  I woke in the night and saw her getting dressed.

  “Please don’t go like this,” I asked, my words sounding more begging than I’d intended.

  “You need to get over this,” she told me, her voice firm as she sat on the side of the bed. “Get back to the life you had before me, focus on your career, get married, start a family.”

  The words sounded strange; once they had been everything I’d wanted but they seemed just a distant dream.

  “Don’t go,” I pleaded.

  “I won’t,” she lied, not even getting undressed again as she slipped back under the covers.

  “I love you,” I said, with nothing left to lose.

  “I know,” she sighed, but she didn’t pull away.

  I wanted to hold her, to keep her close and stop her slipping away from me.

  Instead I reached for her hand, and, for a while, she let me hold it.

  When I woke again Kat was gone, but the money was still on the side. On the envelope she had written in her bright red lipstick ‘Don’t come back’.

  And that time, finally, I didn’t.

  Epilogue

  Of all the places to see her again.

  At my daughter’s first parents’ evening.

  I’m amazed when my daughter grabs my hands and pulls me over towards Ellie, my husband only slightly behind us.

  She looks as good as ever, and when her eyes meet mine they widen in surprise, her mouth curving into a secretive smile.

  “This is Ms Smythson,” my daughter introduced us. “She’s maths.”

  I sat and numbly listened while she told us of how well our daughter was doing, and of how much better she could do if she applied herself more.

  Craig kept looking at me, as if he expected me to say something, but all I could do was nod, waiting until it was time to see the next teacher, waiting until all this was done and I could speak to her alone.

  Eventually, at the end of the evening, I lost my husband and return to the desk where Ellie is sat.

  She looks as if she were waiting for me.

  “So, you took Kat’s advice?” she asked, gesturing at the school hall around us.

  The words shock me, whatever was between Katerina and me I had thought was private, even now to hear that she shared our conversations with Ellie feels like a new betrayal that prickles under my skin.

  “I never thought you’d be a teacher,” I retort, on the defensive.

  “I always was,” she replies, hardly fazed. “It isn’t a job with that much excitement.”

  She waits once more, waiting for me to ask, both of us knowing the only reason I’d want to talk to her alone.

  I finally relent.

  “Do you still see her?”

  I shouldn’t ask; I know what my infatuation could do now, now I have a family to risk. But my obsession still knows no boundaries it seems.

  “No,” she finally admits. “She left the country, had one of her rich men set her up as his mistress in Dubai.”

  It hurts to think she ran so far away from me.

  It hurts even more that I didn’t know because I didn’t look.

  Was I supposed to? I wonder.

  “Why?” I ask stupidly.

  “She said she got over involved with a punter.”

  Perhaps Kat didn’t share as much with Ellie as I’d thought.

  “I was never a punter,” I say, standing to walk away.

  I go back to my family.

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