Thou Shalt Not(57)

As the fourth period students began taking their seats, one of them noticed my phone on the desk and made a mock attempt to grab it. I didn’t remember locking the screen, and if Holly had sent something, Samuel would have been in for a pleasant surprise.

“Touch that and you write a ten page paper on how the lighting in the movie affects the overall plot and success of the film,” I said, shooting Samuel a gaze that meant I wasn’t playing around.

Samuel sheepishly returned to his seat, and the rest of the class settled in. The lights went off and half of the students rested their heads on the desk, making no attempt to hide the fact that they intended to sleep through the video. I made no attempt to pretend like I cared. Sleeping through videos was one of the sacred rights of high-schoolers.

I leaned back into my chair, feeling a little tired myself. I hadn’t slept well. My mind had been full of thoughts about April. I was conflicted, but the most conflicting aspect to what I was feeling was that I wasn’t conflicted that she was married. It was mostly because anything that happened between us could cost us our jobs at the very least and get one or both of us hurt. I imagined it was frowned upon in most workplace settings to begin a relationship with a married coworker. Working in a Christian school turned the phrase from “it was frowned upon” to “it would likely get you beheaded.” Slight exaggeration, but only very slight. Which, in essence, meant I was more afraid of the consequences of being caught than I was about the actual lack of morality. What did that make me? Maybe I didn’t want to think about that right now. I was in the habit of overthinking everything. This time I could just choose to live. I liked that idea.

I picked up my phone and saw that I had three messages. Two were from Holly, and the other was from April. Most men would be damn happy to be able to call either one of these women their own, and I found myself fluctuating back and forth on how I felt about them, even though neither could I technically call my own.

I read April’s text first.

Did you start reading the book at all last night?

No, I passed out pretty quickly once I got home, I replied.

Then I switched over to the texts from Holly, and for the first time in a long time, she was sending me pictures.

The first picture said “new Dream Angels bra” and showed her from the chin down to her belly button. The bra had white cups with black along the outer edge and underneath. The straps were black and there was a small white ribbon in the middle. The bra seemed maybe a size too small, or perhaps that was how it was supposed to look, making her breasts seem even larger than they were. I very much approved of this bra, if she was seeking my approval.

The second picture said “matching panties” and my eyes got very wide and I instantly began feeling the growth along my left thigh that I knew she was hoping for. The picture showed her from the chin down to her feet this time, and her caption didn’t lie because the panties were the only article sof clothing on her body. The bra was on the floor between her feet. I didn’t even look at the panties for a minute at least. Seeing her breasts always made me stop in my tracks, and stare for a while. Her pink nipples were hard, pointing toward me. For a second, I felt like telling the students to go to lunch very, very early and then finding Holly so I could eat her for lunch.

I looked around the classroom to make sure no students were watching me stare down my phone, and most were still sleeping at their desks. A few intrepid ones looked like they were working on other class homework and maybe four were actually watching the movie.

A third text came through from Holly as I returned my eyes to her breasts.

Well...what do you think?

I won’t be able to stand up for a few minutes at the very least...

Just as I had hoped :-)

I wholeheartedly approve of your Victoria’s Secret discoveries.

I bought a few other things you might like.

If you send them to me, I won’t be able to walk the rest of the day.

Don’t worry. You need to see the others in person. A little Show and Tell for Mr. Harper.

God, this woman could turn me on in a second and keep me turned on for a long damn time. I remembered now that when she sent these pictures, my brain would become distracted for the rest of the day. I had a feeling I would be returning to the pictures for a while.

When is this show and tell going to take place?

I work tonight until 2. Maybe I’ll stop by afterwards. ;-)

I might have to take a nap so I can be ready for you.

I got a text from April, so I switched over. I wasn’t sure if she was next door in an empty classroom, or if she was wandering the campus during her off period.

I should put a time limit on you. Make you submit a book report to me, her text read.