Dedicated to my buddy, DP's little sis, because she's been waiting for this chapter for about a week now. enjoy it while it lasts!~~~Athena
That Monday, 6pm
All of the teachers had left for the day. Dana had a mandatory session with Big Boy, courtesy of her favorite assistant principal, Scott Guber. Otherwise she'd be at the basketball game which was just ending in the gym. She used to go to all of her friends, Bobby and Jake's games, before this Big Boy sentence. It was like death for her to discuss her problems, but making up awful stuff seemed to be working so far. And Big Boy was just so much fun to mock! An easy target for Dana Poole!
She wandered down the stairs, and if anyone asked she was going to her locker. But she continued down past the 1st floor to the dungeon. She sometimes came down here after seeing Big Boy when no one was around. It seemed crazy, but...well, she'd never admit it, but she looked through the window at his empty classroom and thought about that kiss. It had been so long ago. She just looked at the room where he taught every day and wished maybe things could be different. That they could end up together again, leaning on his desk and sharing a kiss.
But when she peered inside this time, Harry was sitting on his desk with his head in his hands, in the classic Harry "I have a problem" position. She'd seen him like this before. But when he lifted his head, Dana could see a shining tear running down his face.
Dana opened the door and strolled in, stopping by Harry's desk.
"What's the matter? Did the big bad barbie dump your @$$?" she said, confidently hopping up onto the nearest desk. She leaned back and bent one knee so that an intriguing shadowy triangle between her legs showed near her short skirt.
"Actually Dana, not that it's any of your business, but yes. And thank you for brightening my day."
"Look, Mr. Senate, I didn't think...."
"Well, that was fairly obvious. Could you please just go run off and get yourself into loads of trouble so that you can blackmail me into saving your @$$? Let's get it over with, I'd like to get on with my life."
"I'm hurt, Mr. Senate." She said, running her delicate hands over the thin gold necklace she was wearing to draw attention to her low cut tank top. Dana didn't seem to realize that it was winter in Boston. She was being more forward than usual, but she needed to attract his attention. "Do you really think I have anything left to blackmail you with? For now, I'm all out."
"Well, I'm safe...for a while anyway."Harry finally cracked a smile.
"Yeah, you'd better watch what you say around me. I just might decide to pay a visit to Guber."
"Right Dana, like you'd voluntarily go see Guber!"
"Ok, probably not. Damn you know me well. But you never really know what I'll do next, do you Harry?" She bent her knee more, increasing the size of the shadowy triangle. Now Harry couldn't help but stare.
"Come here, Harry. I have a secret for you." Like a moth to a flame he went to her, eyes focused on her exposed thighs. He put a hand by her thigh on the desk, grinning. "Lauren doesn't deserve you. You're just too damn cute for her."
And Dana spun around on the desk so that she was facing him. His arm was pinned under her thigh, his dark eyes level with her bright blue ones. Then all rules were history. They leaned in and kissed, his hand creeping up her exposed thigh, hers sending chills up and down his spine. Her legs with their knee length leather boots wrapped around his waist. His hands crept further up beneath her little black skirt. He kept a hand under her tight butt to ensure that she wouldn't fall and gently pushed her off of the desk. She gasped with surprise and grabbed him around the neck, letting him run his free hand all over her. He continued to kiss her, feeling the inside of her mouth as well as her gorgeous body at the same time. She contently sat in his arms and let her arms drape over his strong shoulders, letting him caress her. They broke off the kiss and he began to shower her soft skin with kisses. She moaned and let his warm lips dance over her shoulders and chest. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist from the pressure of his gently roaming hands. Her tank top's elastic-y neckline was sitting a few inches below her chest. His hand was getting to know all of the crevices and hills of her body. But suddenly they stopped kissing and touching. Dana unhooked her legs, and Harry wiped the strawberry lip gloss off of his face. He smiled an uncomfortable smile. What he... what they had done was very very wrong. Dana pulled down her skirt and fixed her top. "Um, so, do you need a ride home, Dana?"
"Depends. My house or yours?" She put a delicate hand on the button of his pants, ready to undo it. He was ready to let her, ready to rip off her shirt and lean her against a desk while she....But it was all wrong.
"Yours!"He said, realizing that he couldn't let this go on any longer.
"No thanks, I'll walk."