The two hurriedly rushed to the professor's apartment, making small talk along the way to keep the awkward silences to a minimum. As Stacy shimmied with the entrance of the apartment complex, Sara took in how fitting the space was for her teacher; it was clean, charming, and cozy.
Making their way up to Stacy's apartment, Sara felt like her professor was rushing her to her room, walking at such a brisk pace the student was nearly jogging just to keep up. "Please don't tell me you secretly have some weird sex dungeon in here," Sara jokingly said towards her already visibly tense professor, as they reached her apartment door. Stacy fumbled with unlocking it. Clearly, the joke didn't help the situation.
"Oh goodness, Sara, please," the teacher's nerves showed as she dropped the key onto the floor and her ears turned a shade of red the student have never known was possible.
"Here, let me do it, I'm sorry for saying that." Sara quickly reached for the key and easily unlocked and opened the entrance to the apartment. "Err, here you go," she said handing back the keys to the professor, "If you're not comfortable with this, I can go. I understand why this would make you nervous Dr. Reader."
"No, no Sara, the stressful part is over. I just have the world's nosiest neighbors, who happen to be parents on the PTO committee." The teacher paused, and relaxed her shoulders, realizing how wound up she was getting. "Honestly, I don't know why I'm so nervous about this, I just want to help you, but something about that little personality of yours is throwing me for a loop. Sometimes I forget students can actually have a sense of humor," the two walked into the quaint studio apartment.
The bed was against the back wall directly in front of the door, fully illuminated by an open window behind it. The sofa was in the center of the room facing the tv, against the furthest wall to the right. The old wooden floor creaked, but it's rustic charm only added to the atmosphere. All throughout the room were sketches of dresses and outfits, and most notable were the headshots of the teacher, sometimes solo, other times surrounded by other models.
"Oh wow Stacy, you never told me you modeled. Please tell me you didn't stop just to teach in this crusty ass town…sorry," Sara's cheeks flushed as the teacher gave her a look "I'm sorry, I should watch my mouth."
Stacy was surprised that she's never talked about it before. "Never mind your mouth, I've heard you swear plenty throughout the year," she smirked. She went on to explain the photo, "one of my best friends, Rachel Antoff, she's a fashion designer. She has her own line of clothing, I was like a business partner to her when she first started and every now and then she would ask me to sketch something up or stand in for parts of her collection. I still do it, but it's more of volunteer type thing at this point, if and when I have the time to visit her."
"That's rad, you could totally model as a full-time thing though. This whole teaching gig can be a thing of the past if you really tried." The two moved further into the apartment, moving closer to the wall of photos. "Honestly, you're stunning in these pictures." Sara hesitated, scared that her comment could be misinterpreted. "I mean you look good every day! But these seriously are something to look at." Sara noted and raised her eyebrow at the professor, as she looked at a particularly risqué photo.
"If I didn't know any better Ms. Clement, I would think you were flirting with me," the older woman quipped back. "Go sit on the couch, I'll make us some tea and we can finish what we were talking about at the park, okay?"
The teen settled into the couch, which was overflowing with abstractly themed throw pillows, and mindlessly flipped through the channels on the tv. She was using it as an aid to distract herself from her thoughts, so she wouldn't cop out with seeing how far she could get with Stacy. Did she feel bad for using her professor just so she could feel better about her own insecurities? Sure, but it's not like she only likes the teacher for her body, it just so happens that being physical with the professor is also a way for Sara to 'vent'.
While Stacy was busy brewing them tea, Sara settled on watching 'Grey's Anatomy,' knowing it can be used as a way to spark a conversation with the teacher. It also just so happens to be the teens favorite show, it even shed some light on issues that related to her own life as it discussed body and gender dysmorphia throughout its many seasons. Sara leaned back into the couch, with her arm sprawled across the back of the couch, more or less making herself feel at home.
Stacy walked over with a tea cup in both hands, and gingerly set them down on the coffee table, smart enough to save her tongue from the scorching heat of the fresh brew. "What'd you put on? Grey's Anatomy? I love this show! I've been watching it since it first came out, George and Cristina will forever be my favorite characters from any tv show," the teacher gushed.
"Why's that?" Sara asked, turning her body to face Stacy. "Well, George is the person I think everyone wants to be, ya know? Selfless, sweet, caring, and just a little awkward. Sure, his timid nature may have gotten in the way of his success, but he always had the right intentions." The teacher took a deep breath, and continued on with her answer, "On the other hand, I think Cristina was the exact opposite of him; she was bold, knew exactly what she wanted and capitalized on it no matter who it hurt. But her growth was always constant, and in a way, she humbled out with the pressure that was put on her. I'm not saying I want to become as stubborn as her, but her confidence and intelligence is definitely alluring."
"Clearly, you've thought that out, huh?" the teen and the professor both laughed, realizing how quick Stacy was to jump on that on that question. "But, I couldn't agree more. I think you're a good mix between those two though. You have spirit, you obliviously care about your job and your students, and to call yourself unintelligent would be the furthest thing from the truth. "So," the teen paused, making sure to make eye contact with the older woman, "I would say you're pretty alluring."
Stacy's smile, despite her trying to repress it, only made the student giggle at how much of a schoolgirl the older woman looked like right now. Stacy patted Sara's arm that was resting on the back of the couch, and leaned forward to finally take a sip of tea.
"Dr. Reader, I really just want to say thank you for helping me with my messed-up life this year." The teen shifted closer to the front end of the couch, leaning on her knees, staring intensely at the tea in front of them, still hesitant to take a sip. "And I want to make it clear, I love my mom. With all my heart. But sometimes with her being a counselor, I get worried that she can't make the distinction between being a mother, and doing her job." The teen grabbed for the tea finally, wanting to see if Stacy had any comments.
"Oh," Stacy seemed taken aback by the sudden gratitude the teen was expressing, "you don't have to thank me. That's sorta what I'm here for." Stacy set her cup down, and angled her body to face the student on the couch, now completely neglecting the tv on in the background, and lessening the distance between the two. "Regarding your mother though," she cleared her throat, "I do not know much about her, or your relationship, so I have no place to put any judgement on either of you. My only purpose right now is to reaffirm you, and let you know that even if you feel you don't have her upmost support, you have mine." Stacy gave Sara a genuine smile, with a hint of blush to her cheeks, telling Sara that maybe Stacy is interested in her that way too?
Sara put the tea cup back down on the table, and moved closer to the teacher, as well. "You make me happy," the teen blurted out, not quite knowing why she felt so comfortable admitting such feelings to the woman. The student chuckled a little, noticing how vague the comment was, "I mean, being able to spend time with you, and sit and talk, it all just makes me happy. So, in short, you make me happy."
"Well, you make me happy too, Sara. I enjoy your company," Stacy said while brushing her hair behind her ear. Her nerves were showing again, as she avoided eye contact, evident by her sudden intense interest of the ring she was wearing on her right hand. Making it peak Sara's interest.
"It's beautiful." Sara said, slowly taking Stacy's hand to inspect the ring closer. Doing so, she slowly ran her thumb across the woman's hand, "Was it a gift?" Their hands stayed in that position while Stacy explained. "Yes actually," the tops of her ears growing red, as the teen slipped her fingers in between her own, and continued to hold her hand. "My mother gave it to me when I was around your age, maybe even a little younger. It's a moonstone." The ring was atop a gold band, slim enough to not seem flashy, but sturdy enough to hold the birthstone. The stone itself, as Sara remembered, was a designation of hope, a sign of sensitivity and comfort. She thought this to be utterly true to the character Stacy displayed, always feeling like she could be her true self around the older woman. "But it's a long story," Stacy sighed, "maybe another time we can discuss it." Sara noticed that there was a sadness to Stacy's eyes, but didn't want to press the matter further, knowing that prodding isn't always the best solution.
Her ulterior motives slowly began changing in her mind, realizing that taking advantage of the kindness this woman offered would do neither any good. At the same time though, her physical and emotional attraction was also getting harder to neglect. Something about Stacy just kept drawing Sara deeper and deeper into whatever this relationship was becoming.
"Would it be inappropriate of me to ask to hug you, Sara?" Stacy startled the teen with the question, only furthering the teens confusion for her sudden realization how sweet and genuinely kind Stacy was. "I…I think I would like that, actually." With her approval, albeit a timid one at best, the two leaned into each other, letting the older woman pull the teen into herself. It started off awkward, as the teen moved around to fit more comfortably in her professor's lap, but they both began to relax as Stacy slowly rubbed Sara's back, soothing both their nerves. Sara had never felt this level of intimacy, even when she was with her past lovers.
She let her head rest on Stacy's shoulder, with her nose pressed against the professor's pulse point. She noticed that with each breath that passed her nose and hit the exposed skin, Stacy's heart rate would quicken, and as the teen settled her lips against it, an audible gasp escaped the professors mouth. It could not be entirely be described as a kiss, as Sara simply just left her lips touch the skin, but it was just enough contact for either Stacy to acknowledge it, and let it continue, or to tell her student that this was crossing the line.
Sara parted her mouth, to ask a question, but stuttered, causing a short breath of warm air to caress Stacy's neck. With that, a sharp intake of breath furthered Sara's proof that the woman was enjoying the contact. Sara finally asked, "Can I kiss you?" Stacy, afraid to hear how needy her voice might possibly sound, nodded her head and pressed the teen's back further into her body to lessen any sort of distance between them. Sara ran her nose along the woman's jawline, teasing her, and noticed how the red blush adorned her professor's chest and ears. She placed small pecks on the professor's pulse, and worked her way up to her jawline, using her hand to hold the woman's face still, wanting to see what spots really drove her wild. From her jawline, she worked up to behind the older woman's ear, and nibbled on the soft skin, aromatic from the perfume she must have put on before going out. The suddenly sweet taste caused the teen to moan. Stacy clutched the young brunette, turning her head even further to the side to allow more contact, and began to rock them, using her hips to push the two back and forth. Sara's confidence and desire grew, as she finally took the woman's ear into her mouth, and began to kiss and bite, working her way up and around. Her tongue darted out, and traced the curvature of the top of her ear, and worked her way back down, making sure to slow her breaths and let it cool the reddened and slightly abused skin.
"Jesus Christ," Stacy sighed under her breath, "please kiss me." Sara did so with no hesitation this time, and grabbed the woman's face with both hands and guided them into the kiss. The kiss was quick and soft, but both went back in for another, causing Sara to smile so wildly that it became impossible for Stacy to continue without making direct contact with the teens teeth. Sara began to giggle, and it spread to her professor. "This is fucking crazy," Sara stated, the smile still evident in her voice. "We should stop," it was not believable though, as she continued to peck at the teacher's lips. "We really should," Stacy said, taking the teens lip roughly between her teeth and pulling on it, making it pop back into place. She rolled them back, positioning herself to hover over the teen, who still had her legs wrapped around her midsection. The coat the professor was once wearing was hastily removed by the teen and thrown somewhere in the small apartment. She slid her hands under her shirt, and teased with the bra as Stacy sucked on her pulse point. The teen bit her lip to silence the moan that was begging to come out, and couldn't resist raking her nails down her professors back. Stacy stopped and hissed at the sudden sensation, but rolled her hips into the teen, causing both of them to gasp. "Fuck, please don't stop," Sara begged.
A knock on the door made them both jump, and immediately Stacy shot off the couch, and Sara sat up and straightened the pillows that now littered the floor. "I'm comin- I mean I'll be right there!" the older woman yelled towards the door, "Just act like you're watching tv or something," she whispered toward Sara. "Oh my god..." the teen had her head in her hands, not quite sure what they were going to do now.
"Lindsey! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Stacy screamed as she looked through the peephole, rushing to unbolt and unlock the door. The two women giddily embraced, "I missed you so much, you idiot!" Stacy littered the strange blonde woman's cheeks with kisses, and left Sara hot, bothered, and ultimately concerned that she just helped her teacher cheat on her significant other.