by Kiki Archer
“Come here big girl,” shouted the Head Teacher Kirsty Spaulding, shooting out from behind the pigeon holes and grabbing her tightly around the waist. Kirsty knocked the plastic cup onto the floor. “I told you that you would do it!”
Kat bent down to pick it up but Kirsty pulled her up, shoving a small hip flask into her hand instead. “Here, have a swig of this. You deserve it! I hope I did not scare you! I was just doing a routine bit of surveillance.” She tapped her nose. “You know how I like to.”
Kat nodded with a slight smile.
“Anyway Katherine, your results have transformed this school. We are the top performers in the county for the very first time.” She unscrewed the lid of her hip flask and tried once again to give it to Kat. “You have no idea what this means. I have been asked to conference on leading edge schools. I mean leading edge! John Taylor’s have never been leading edge.” She took a swig herself. “You, Missy, are a superb teacher!” She stood on tiptoes and reached up to squeeze Kat’s cheeks. “Just keep it up big girl.” She turned to leave but shuffled back for one last hug. “And for your information Miss Pity and Miss Mews are on their last warning. I know how dreadful they were to you last year and I have the Governor’s full support that this school would be better off without them.” She pushed her moon shaped glasses back up her nose. “But it is so hard to get rid of teachers, even the god damn awful ones like them.”
Kat was about to reply, but Kirsty had turned once again to leave and was shuffling quickly out of the staffroom towards the hall; the hall where she had little idea of who any of the celebrating students actually were.
Kat breathed a sigh of relief as the staffroom door slammed shut. Kirsty was a fantastic Head, but completely cuckoo and every encounter she experienced with her had been unbelievably bizarre. Her support meant a lot though and Kat remembered the way Kirsty had instructed her to go and claim Freya on signing off day last term. Two months ago, she thought, was that all? It felt like she had been with Freya for a lifetime. Kat smiled and reached back down for her cup, filling it once again with some much needed ice cold water. The summer had been hot and the staffroom was stuffy. She checked her watch and thought about Freya waiting patiently in the sand dune, wondering whether she would indeed be able to keep her word and refrain from opening the brown envelope until she arrived.
Chapter Two
Freya lay on her back, basking in the warm afternoon sun. She had everything she had ever wanted and at eighteen thought that was pretty good going. She was with Kat and that was all that mattered. She thought back to her behaviour last year and felt a deep sense of shame, just thankful that Kat had been so knowing and so right. Right in her course of action and knowing in her perception of events. Her insight making all of this now possible. Both were so glad that they had waited.
The loud OO-OO-OO of a couple of swans flying overhead caused Freya to jump. She watched them descend slowly and knew they would be making their way to the large Coldfield Lake, joining the families of moorhens and giggling couples in wooden boats trying desperately to row in a straight line. She rolled onto her front on the rug and pulled the brown envelope out of her pocket.
“I hope you weren’t thinking of opening that madam?” teased Kat, gently stepping down the grassy slope and lowering herself to straddle Freya on the red chequered rug. She rolled her over and kissed her with passion. They were still at the stage where every encounter was heated, raw, intense and impossible to stop. Neither could ever imagine it not being like this. Every inch of their being wanted the other and they wanted it now.
Freya gasped in between the intense searching kisses. “You looked so sexy sitting behind that desk in the hall.” She gasped again. “And when you kissed me on the cheek...” It was getting too much, Kat was so arousing, so consuming, “...I just wanted to pin you to the table.” She moaned as Kat kissed deeper. “Take me, please. Take me now.”
Kat loved the way Freya could be so demanding, so naughty and so explicit in exactly what she wanted. She was the more experienced of the pair, but Freya was definitely the more adventurous. Kat continued to explore with her mouth but managed, “How about I tell you your results as I take you?” She could be naughty too if she wanted.
“Yes,” moaned Freya as she felt her breasts being cupped under her white t-shirt and her nipples being stroked. The private nesting was secluded enough for neither to hesitate, worry, or think twice.
Kat pulled the loose v-neck down below Freya’s breast and replaced her fingers with her mouth, using her hands to open the brown envelope, relying on touch to feel inside for the important piece of white paper. She gently bit Freya’s nipple as she pulled out the paper and laid it on the ground, causing a groan of delight. “It’s out, it’s open and I can see it.” She returned her hands to Freya’s breasts and gently kissed her on the mouth, double checking once more the results that lay on the soft grass. She slowly undid the buttons on Freya’s jeans and walked her fingers across the top of her black pants that were already wet with desire. “In English, you got an...” She pulled the pants to one side and pushed two fingers deep inside.
“Ahhh!” Freya shouted out in pleasure.
“Yes, that’s right, you got an A.” She smiled and teased Freya’s earlobe with her teeth, gently moving her long fingers slowly in and out of the warm tight opening. “In biology, you got...” She quickly added a circular motion with her thumb to Freya’s throbbing pulse.
“Ahhh!”
“Correct again, you got an A.” She lifted up the loose white t-shirt exposing Freya’s perfectly bronzed stomach and began to kiss down the smooth abs towards her belly button. “In general studies, you got...” She continued her journey and took her completely in her mouth.
“Ahhh, Kat, yes!”
“Mm hmm.”
Freya moaned, she felt completely disorientated. “An A?”
“Mm Hmm.” Kat continued her rhythmic kissing and thrusting.
Freya was so close now it was excruciating. “History?” She gasped deeply. “What ... about ... history?”
Kat ignored the question and instead kissed so hard that her fingers were squeezed like never before in a massive tightening that in turn caused her to gasp out in surprise.
“Ahhhhhh!” Freya felt her body shake as the intense waves of pleasure took her to a place of deep satisfaction.
Kat rested her head on the quivering bronzed stomach and smiled. “You said it.”
Freya hardly knew where she was, let alone the outcome of her history A-Level exam. “An A?” she managed.
“Yes an A. Four A’s.” Kat pulled herself up to Freya’s eye line and hugged her with such pride. “You got four A’s. I love you so much.”
Freya threw her head back down onto the rug and took a long breath of satisfaction. “How incredible.”
Kat immediately knew that she wasn’t talking about her magnificent exam results.
Chapter Three
Jess and Lucy maintained their crouched position behind the large black kitchen table, mostly hidden by the draping red tablecloth. They watched as Kat and Freya entered the spacious apartment hand in hand. They were the sweetest, yet sexiest couple they both knew and were thrilled with the way that Freya had fitted in so easily. She was mature, smart, funny and loving, and it was the loving that mattered to them. Their very best friend had finally found her perfect partner, someone who adored her, just like they did.
Lucy jumped up first. “Congratulations and celebrations, and du du du du du du du du du du du durrrrrrrrrrr. Does anyone apart from Cliff Richard actually know the rest of the words?” She was giggly and overcome with excitement.
Jess was still not fully standing and used the table to haul herself and her bump the final distance. “Surprise. We laid on a buffet and wine to celebrate.” She paused catching her breath. “We are celebrating, aren’t we?”
Freya flicked her shoes onto the rack by the door and pulled the crumpled piece of white paper out of her jeans pocket
. She dashed over the polished laminate floor and skidded to a stop in front of the extravagant buffet table. She lifted the sheet to their eye line.
Lucy stared open mouthed at the exemplary results. “Bloody hell!” She looked at Freya and then at Kat. “You two are a match made in heaven.” She shook her blunt black fringe and peered even closer at the results. “I dread to think what your pillow talk is like. All quadratic equations I bet!”
Jess giggled and spanked Lucy’s firm bottom. “Why on earth would it be all quadratic equations? Neither of them did Maths!” She reached out her arms and pushed out her bottom, she needed to create a space for a hug. “Come here Freya, those are incredible results. Well done.”
“Boff’s the pair of you!” joked Lucy, pulling Freya from Jess and lifting her up for a full bodied hug, forgetting just how powerful she was, then suddenly remembering when Freya let out a small ‘ouch.’
Kat had stayed in her position at the door watching with pride as her two best friends showered the love of her life with deserving praise and congratulations. All three were glowing and she realised it was a mental snap shot that she would remember for a very long time. Jess five months pregnant, excusably chubby, throwing her curly auburn hair back in laughter. Lucy, more muscular than ever from her well suited job as an aerobics instructor, giggling and shaking her fringe in mock outrage. And Freya ... Freya shining in the middle with her wide smile radiating and her green eyes twinkling. A small, unanticipated tear slid slowly down Kat’s cheek.
Lucy hollered, “What are you doing standing by the door, you divvy? Come here!”
“Oh you have such a way with words,” said Jess, reaching for her twelfth party sausage of the afternoon.
Lucy put her hands on her hips. “I know! Listen to this: Birdie birdie in the sky laid a turdie in my eye. If cows could fly I’d have a cow pie in my eye.”
“What on earth are you talking about?” mumbled Jess in between bites.
“It’s a limerick. My Auntie has got a book of them in her toilet. I read once that practicing limericks will tighten the muscles in your tongue. Hey you should practice them Freya, I’m sure Kat would appreciate it!” She nudged Freya gently, sending her completely off balance. “You might have four A’s but I bet you don’t know what an upper topper titty flopper stopper is?”
“A what?” spat Jess.
“An upper topper titty flopper stopper.”
“A bra?” offered Freya, regaining her stance.
Lucy felt genuinely miffed, was there anything that Eagar Elton and Super Spicer didn’t know? “Okay, what do you call a Japanese drummer boy whose father has diarrhoea?”
Kat joined the giggling group. “Lucy, you are priceless!”
“You don’t know do you?! Yes! You pair don’t know!” She puffed up with pride, shook her black bobbed hair and announced: “A slap happy Jappy, with a crap happy pappy!”
Jess almost choked on her mouthful of peanuts and grapes. Her cravings had really opened her eyes to a whole new world of food choices. “I am going to miss you Lucy Lovett.”
“It will be Auntie Lucy soon, and please can we have one day that does not end up with emotional wailing?”
“Suits me fine,” said Jess, already wiping a tear from her rosy plump cheek. She had one week left in the flat and was as devastated as she was excited. Her year to date had been a rollercoaster of emotions, but she was relieved to finally be starting the life that she had always dreamed of. Gary had sold his bachelor pad and her parents had helped them place a hefty deposit on one of the new starter homes near The Chase. It was only a forty minute drive and she realised the gang would still come and visit, but knew deep down that their paths were separating, slowly growing apart. She sniffed back another tear.
“I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong,” smiled Kat, enveloping her in a soft hug. “How many times do I need to tell you? You are not getting rid of us that easily.”
Jess started to sob. “But you and Freya, and Lucy and Ben, are at such an exciting time in your lives with the parties and fun days out and holidays and...” she smiled and sniffed in a wet tear, “...great sex; and what will I be doing? Probably the ironing and moaning about my stretch marks or the mortgage rates and Gary won’t want to touch me after little miss has popped out and widened my passage to the size of the channel tunnel!” She giggled realising she was being ridiculous, but at the same time she knew she was in mourning; in mourning for the wonderful life that she had shared for the past few years with her very best friends.
Kat took both of her slightly plump hands and spoke with passion. “What you will have is a little baby girl who will grow up knowing she is the luckiest little lady in the world, blessed with a beautiful mummy like you.”
Jess looked deep into her kind blue eyes. “Thank you Kat.”
Lucy shouted from the kitchen, “And you can always have surgery to tighten your foo foo!”
“My what?” giggled Jess, squeezing Kat’s hands and returning to the buffet table.
Lucy wobbled back into the lounge and handed out the four glasses of sparkly. “Cheers girls!” She took a large gulp and looked at Jess. “Your foo foo. Why, what does Gary call it?” She turned to Kat and Freya who were now cuddled up on the black leather sofa in the modern but cosy lounge area. “I bet you two use all of the correct terminology, especially you and your A grade in biology.” She playfully teased Freya. “What do they call it? A vagina-glorifica-clitoria or something?”
Jess swallowed a mini scotch egg and wiped the escaping breadcrumbs from her chin back up into her mouth. “Gary calls mine a kitty.”
Lucy wailed with laughter, “Here kitty kitty kitty kitty. Does poor poor pussy need a stroke?!”
“I think it is just called a vagina.” Freya was still getting used to Lucy’s crazy sense of humour, but realised, as Kat had warned her, that she never meant any harm. She smiled at Kat. “We are still at that polite stage where we just say ‘touch me here or kiss me there,’ aren’t we Kat.”
Kat reddened and took a gulp of the sweet tasting sparkly. “Alright! Those two are always saying that I’m a bit of a prude. I don’t want you thinking that too!”
Freya thought back to all of the raunchy escapades they had got themselves into over the summer. “Trust me, I don’t!” she laughed.
“SPILL!!!” squealed Lucy, already refilling her glass. She caught Kat’s stare and dutifully changed the subject. “Actually before you do, there was one thing that I was wondering. Seeing as it’s results day, does anyone know how...” she decided to mouth out the spelling of the name to soften the blow “...how B.” but then realised it made no difference, “...how Bea got on?”
Bea had been a fellow Sixth Former at Coldfield Comp and had tried her hardest to make Freya her own, and in some respects she had succeeded. She had suckered her in and they had become the school’s popular lesbian power couple and even won joint prom queen at the end of term. It had never been love and was in fact an emotionally controlling and embarrassing experience that Freya just wanted to bury. She spoke quietly, “She has moved to France with her family. Her mother has opened a permanent gallery somewhere in the Loire Valley and she is enrolled in the local college studying extended psychology.”
Lucy coughed up some of the fizzy bubbles. “Appropriate then.”
Kat hesitantly joined the conversation. “I heard that she got straight A’s.” She was relieved to have found out from Kirsty Spaulding that her results were being posted to a foreign address and that she would not be turning up at school to claim them; or trying to claim her ex-girlfriend as well. She reached for Freya’s hand. No matter how hard she tried, she could never fully quash her inbuilt insecurity and it was the one thing that infuriated her best friends.
Jess saw it in Kat’s eyes. “Bea might be intelligent, but she is not a patch on you Kat.” She eyed her best friend’s shoulder length blonde hair, stunningly beautiful features and awe inspiring figure, thinking once again how she w
ould be more at home on the front cover of a top class fashion magazine, or on the red carpet at the Oscars receiving a prestigious award, not holed up in some bog standard comprehensive school in front of a load of whiney students. She caught Kat eye. “Not a patch.”
“Look she was a psychotic bitch. We all know it.” Lucy paused. “Sorry Freya.”
“Don’t apologise to me. I’m the one who should be apologising”
No one spoke.
“Right, end of conversation,” said Kat, killing the awkward silence.
Freya squeezed her knee gently. “Come on, it’s nearly time for us to break the news to my parents.”
Jess gave her glass of sparkly to Lucy, a sip had been plenty. “Your results?”
“Yes.” Freya grinned and her green eyes twinkled cheekily. “And the big news.”
“Bloody hell!” Lucy necked the glass. “You two are the bravest bitches I know!”
Chapter Four
Freya pulled her pale blue Clio onto the block paving drive and stared at the house. It was identical to the six others that curved around the neat little cul-de-sac. Tar flecked orange bricks, four pvc windows and a red door. Her parents placed great importance on the value of fitting in, even trying to ensure that their pot plants complimented the neighbours. Neither had quite managed to get their heads around her - as they put it - desire to be different.
Freya noticed the missing Volvo. “They’re not back yet.” She stroked Kat’s little finger with her own. “I did say four and we are slightly early.”
Kat took the hand and kissed it gently. “You do realise you will have driven them crazy by telling them they had to wait until now to hear their beloved, precious, only daughter’s results.”
