Excerpt: I kissed a girl

Tori had been waiting ten minutes, bag resting in her lap, tapping her foot, sitting on the chair just inside Mister Bush’s office.

She was starting to think he’d forgotten her.

She smoothed her skirt and sighed. She needed to stop wearing skirts in winter. They were cold. And her bare legs felt like they were about to fall off from the lack of temperature.

The door suddenly opened and she looked up to see the teacher enter, scratching his brown hair. He smiled at her and closed it behind him, walking across to his desk. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he said, casting his eyes up at the CCTV camera as he loaded up his computer and typed in a password. “May I enquire as to what you found so interesting to talk about all through my lesson?”

Tori stood up, leaving her bag beneath the chair, and sauntered across to lean on the desk. She’d undone the top four buttons of her school shirt, her blazer abandoned by her bag, and had hitched her skirt up another two inches so that it was half way down her thigh. Her blonde hair was falling loosely around her face and shoulders.

“They were trying to decide if you were gay, sir,” she said.

“They believe I am gay?” he spluttered, clicking buttons with his mouse.

“I think they think that because you don't notice their unbuttoned shirts” – she leant forward, flashing him her cleavage – “and their hitched up skirts” – she saw the light on the CCTV camera turn from red to green in the corner of her eye and hopped onto the desk, legs crossed so he could just about see up her skirt – “that you play for the other team.”

“I suggest, Miss Dalton, that you close the door,” he said.

She hopped off the desk, walking across and shutting the door, peering through the little window to make sure no one was around, then turning back around to face him. “Sir?”

He grinned. “You, Tori,” he said, “look practically slutty.”

“Only for you,” she replied.

“Can you come over tonight?” he asked.

“’fraid not. My friends cottoned on to my using them as an alibi, so I have to go home tonight.” She walked over to him and ran her hands over the front of his shirt, stopping at his shoulders and wrapping her hands around his neck. “I’ll come by tomorrow, though, Jason.”

Jason smiled and bent down, kissing her gently.

The simple action started a chain reaction. The kiss deepened and Tori linked her fingers, pulling him down further into the kiss, leaning into his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his hips. Her legs wrapped around him as he backed into a wall opposite the door, kissing her fiercely.

Her hands went into his hair as he reached up her skirt, pulling down her underwear and reaching for his own belt...

Neither of them noticed the face looking through the window on the door.