0 comments/ 25055 views/ 2 favorites She Takes More Than Attendance By: rlabodame Robbie Meister had walked into the Creek Falls High School attendance office so many times he knew he could sleepwalk his way there. He was more than a creature of habit. He often carried himself like a zombie. The routine of each day exhausted him to the point where everything at school after 2 p.m. seemed to run together. The students' questions grew as tiresome as the long walk from his classroom to his car. He stopped by the same area each afternoon to hand in the attendance sheet for the one period in which he could not input absences on the computer. The school's IT experts promised long ago to fix the issue. "We'll get around to it," the principal once said. Yeah, right. He would believe that empty commitment the day the mayor forced construction crews to complete a roadway project after starting one. Get around to it, to him, meant it was not going to happen. Robbie was tall enough at 6'0", but he was not a towering presence in the physical sense. His belly protruded just a bit, and his figure suggested the kind of imperfection that plagued the so-called Average Joes. His blue eyes accented his thick, oddly shaped chin in just the right way. His short brown hair was trimmed well and remained straight without the aid of gels or other sticky salon products. He had decided to teach Economics, U.S. Government, and U.S. History after realizing that his state department gig was a bureaucratic dead end. As an educator, he could impact young lives and get more kiddos interested in the political system. He was the only teacher in the district licensed to tackle all three subjects. No one else on campus dared attempt the civics triple threat. His routine was as mundane as it was enthralling—daily tutoring sessions in the morning, tense conference periods with parents, and two problematic classes. This day was different, and the experience about to unfold erased all prospects of future boredom. As he entered the attendance office, he heard a woman on the phone. Yes, that woman. The attendance clerk, Elisa Ramirez, was asking a caller in Spanish about some child's unexcused absence. It might as well have been a troublemaker or hooky expert from one of his rowdy periods. Sometimes, routine blinds even the most open-eyed observers. His next Eureka moment arrived when Ms. Ramirez hung up the phone and delivered a half-hearted hello. "Turning in attendance, Mr. Heister?" "Yep." "Thanks. Have a great day." For weeks and weeks this had been the customary exchange between the two school employees. Even a chimpanzee could have engaged in more meaningful discourse. The two spoke Spanish, but they didn't know that each had visited several Latin American countries. That revelation would come soon enough. For now, he settled for eureka. As if a light suddenly came on upstairs, he remembered why he enjoyed his trips to this room so much. How could any man need a reminder? Ms. Ramirez was gorgeous. Her outfit accentuated her stunning features, and her smile, infrequent as she allowed it, was divine. Her warm and comforting but somewhat distressed voice reminded of Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz in their sexiest cinematic moments. The difference: Ms. Ramirez was authentic and a much more relatable figure. Her figure was nothing to scoff at, either. On the occasions she wore skirts, her slender but curvy legs were a delightful sight for eyes that couldn't be sorer if they were smacked in a boxing match. On this particular Thursday, she dressed up as much as she ever had. Her pink, long-sleeve silk blouse fit her body proportions to perfection. She wore black dress pants and dark black heels that seemed to make her stand taller than a goddess. He realized that all this time, he had been fantasizing about this woman. He was too engrossed in that damn routine to notice before now. Why else would he trek to this location each day? He could have asked a substitute or a neighboring teacher to deliver his sixth period roll sheet. No, he wanted to see her again. Maybe Robbie's thing for elegance made the difference. Maybe fortune decided to smile on him at just the right moment. He babbled something just as he exited the office that he was sure he would regret for many months. "Would you, uh, uh, uh, like to, sometime...uh, sorry, have a great day." Robbie used his rough experience with a 10th grader earlier that day as a lame excuse. Nah. Another stab threat did not count as reason for such ineloquent gab. Yikes, he thought. What the hell did he just say? How could a trained educator sputter so when it mattered? He knew he needed a wild experience with a woman to spice up his life. At this juncture, he would have settled for lunch at a Cajun restaurant—and he hated Cajun food because it was too damn spicy. Robbie shook off the awkward encounter—was it just awkward to him, or did she also notice—and headed for his car. Just then, a student from his second period stopped him. "Mr. Meister, can I talk to you for a sec?" the 11th-grade, straight F student asked. He was determined to transform this high schooler from potential dropout to college graduate. "Did you miss your bus bud? How are you getting home?" "Oh, my mom is coming to pick me up in a few minutes." "Alright, shoot. Ask." Robbie smiled, as he forgot for a moment about embarrassing himself in front of Ms. Ramirez. His wayward pupil then launched into a line of questioning fit for a police interrogation room. The student wanted to know about grades and whether he could retake a test. "Sure, Robbie," said. "Do you have time now?" The last thing he could do was blow off this underachiever. So, they ventured back up to his room. Robbie unlocked his door and handed him a quiz. "Here, try this first. If you pass, I'll add a letter grade to your previous test. You know, you did earn a 'C' on that one, right?" About 20 minutes passed before the student turned in his paper and said "adios." As Robbie glanced at the paper, he thought aloud. "Yes, this kid CAN ace a test when he studies." He decided since he was back in his room to tinker with the placement of a few posters on the wall. Variety suited him on the days when the routine became too much to bear. The rush to help a student in need helped him forget about her. "Oh shit," he muttered. He recalled his bumbling attempt at a response in the attendance office and remembered how gorgeous Ms. Ramirez looked minutes earlier. As his thoughts returned to the beyond attractive female clerk, he realized in embarrassment that his penis was growing like Pinocchio's nose in his pants. He knew then that he needed to vacate the premises before he did something else stupid. Teachers are not paid to exude stupidity. Economics 101, he thought. On Thursdays, administrators left just after the dismissal bell and most of the other teachers dispersed, too. He expected to encounter noble gases in the hallways and an empty parking lot. He was anxious to get in his car and make the 20-minute journey home. As Robbie traipsed through that familiar hallway again, he heard footsteps behind him. The sound of click-clacking feet startled him. He jumped a bit, and the reaction seemed to confirm his zombie-like walking habits. He felt a hand gently slap his back and that seductive voice let out a laugh. Ms. Ramirez. Oh God. Had his temporary erection subsided? Could he compose himself enough for conversational redemption? He managed something that seemed better than idiotic. "Hello again Ms. Ramirez. Sorry if I babbled earlier. Long day. I was surprised someone else besides a janitor was still here. The campus becomes a ghost town on Thursday afternoons." Yes, Robbie thought, wanting to add an imaginary exclamation point there. He had delivered four complete sentences and a fragment that made some sense. It was a start. "I agree about those Thursdays. I can see why everyone leaves so early," she said. "Oh, and by the way,' she said, pausing for what seemed like an entire class period—she was about to diss him or at least, he thought so. "Call me... Elisa." Oh God again. She made the pronunciation of her name sexier than anyone else ever could. "Why are you still here, Robbie?" He knew for sure his erection would make a loud, rude return at any moment. He could not handle the succession of names. For weeks and weeks, they had referred to each other with formal titles. He was Mr. Meister. She was Ms. Ramirez. Not anymore. They were now, at least, on a first-name basis. Robbie stifled his excitement as much as he could. He placed his lunch bag in front of his pants hoping to hide any signs of arousal. He told himself the tactic would work. Robbie had always been wary of hitting on or harassing co-workers, especially as an educator. It was nowhere near the level of sexual relations with a student, but it was still a taboo exercise. He yearned to tell his lustful feelings to take a hike. "Go away," he muttered without thinking first. "Are you OK?" she asked. "Is something wrong?" He turned apologetic in an instant. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean, uh, uh, I was talking to..." Goddamnit, he thought. He was mumbling and babbling again. This was no way to impress the woman of his current dreams. More of this would cause her to scram. She would speed away faster than a truant student or one of those so-called drop out candidates. "Where do you live?" she asked. That lightened his spirits again. "10913 Hollow Ridger Dr. in Atlantis Acres," he replied. "Nice neighborhood, I hear," Elisa said. From now on, he would think of her as Elisa, not Ms. Ramirez. Forget all that formality bullshit. He tolerated enough of that in his classroom. For once, he was going to live on the edge. Whatever that meant. "I moved there two years ago and love the neighbors. I did not know the people surrounding me could be so kind. How about you?" "I still live in the Baker Pointe complex, but I'm hoping to move elsewhere soon," she said. "Wow," he exclaimed. "Isn't that the apartments where the fatal shooting occurred last week?" "Yes," she said with a sigh, "but I feel safe enough there for now. I just make sure not to go out at night." Then, the compliment slipped right off his tongue and into her wonderfully shaped ears. "A woman as beautiful as you should not have to fear for her safety every night." She laughed again while he blushed. Christ, he thought. He had done it again. Maybe he needed to revisit formality. He often pondered writing a book called "She's Not That Into You" to mirror his experiences and tell his life story. He was terrible in the presence of such attractive ladies. "Thank you, Robbie. What a sweet thing to say." Sweet? Uh-oh. Sweet, to him, meant the kiss of death. It signaled that a female harbored no non-friendship feelings for him. Then again, what was she supposed to say to that outburst? "Take me to the nearest bathroom and fuck me in the ass?" Of course not, he told himself. "So you speak Spanish, right, Robbie?" she asked. This question excited him. He knew this was something they could share. It represented his one chance to catch her attention. "Indeed, Elisa." He made sure to pause before uttering her name. Who cares about that damn boner anyway? "I studied for a half-year in several South American countries, and I traveled to Spain for two weeks. I have also trekked to Mexico on numerous occasions. I became a fluent speaker thanks to all of those trips, and my bilingual capabilities helped me land this gig." The two then engaged in a brief Spanish conversation. "Impressive," Elisa said. "You sound better than me." "I can assure you I do not," he responded with a laugh. "You sound breathtaking with your accent and that warm tone. It lights up the attendance office." Now, she blushed. "Geez, Robbie, I have never been complimented so by a man before." You gotta be kidding, Robbie thought. This had to be a ploy. How could any male teacher on campus—maybe even some of the younger female ones—resist admiring her beauty? "Great looking gals don't work in the attendance office at a high school," she protested. "I do not feel sexy in the least. You, on the other hand, are quite handsome." "It's nice of a probably married woman to say that about me. Few women ever have." He wondered at that moment why he had never seen a ring on her finger. "I'm not married," she said coolly. "Never have been." He almost dropped his bags in shock and struggled to stay upright. This gorgeous, perfect-bodied woman was not married, was modest, and thought he was handsome? Had a student slipped a narcotic in his orange juice that morning? Was this an unexpected LSD trip for a non-drug user? There was no way she could have said those things. They had been standing outside the doors for a minute and decided to head home. She offered another gentler slap on the back. "I'll see you tomorrow, Robbie." "Have a great afternoon, Elisa." With that, they went in separate directions. As Robbie opened his front door with his key, he heard a frustrated sound across the lot. That voice was unmistakable. Something was wrong in Ms. Ramirez's, no Elisa's, world. He looked over and saw her kicking her car, a 2005 Toyota Solara. It was a chic vehicle, but on this day, it decided to sputter. "No. No. No. Don't do this to me." Robbie raced over to see what was the matter. "Elisa, why are you kicking your car?" "Damn thing won't start," she said. "This is not how I wanted this rough day to end. I spend all of my time handling parents and students, and I was screamed at three times today. I forgot my lunch, so I didn't eat. My mother is sick and about to die. Now, it looks like my transmission is busted, or something. I'm not a fucking mechanic." Her eyes began to well up like one of the water fountains. "I promised to stop crying long ago." "Hey, hey," Robbie said with assurance. "You can cry all you want around me. I know the feeling of a horrific day. I have shed a few tears myself. I dealt with several family member deaths in the last three years, and I forget my lunch all the time, or worse, I forget the silverware." He reached out and offered a tissue from his jacket pocket. He patted her on the back. He hated to admit to himself that even this was sexy. A crying woman should not elicit a boner. Elisa, though, was not just any crying woman. Robbie wanted to badly to taste her tears. He wanted to make them scram. "Do you have a number for a mechanic or someone that can come and evaluate the situation," he asked. "No. I don't know what to do." "Hang on," he said, "I have AAA. Can you wait a minute while I dig around in my glove compartment to find the phone number?" "Sure," Elisa said. "You would do that for me? You need to get home, right?" "No way. I refuse to leave you here like this. Any man who would leave you alone in a high school parking lot with a broken down car should be fired or maybe imprisoned." She laughed again and wiped the tears from her eyes. The outside light accented her features even more than her outfit. He ran to his car, hoping his boner would not grow long enough to trip him. He rummaged around in his car until he found the AAA card. "Here," he yelled. "I found it." He called the two-away service for her, and the two explained the car issue as best they could. "I'm not a fucking mechanic, either," he said with a chuckle. She laughed again. The fall breeze and low-70s temperature made the wait outside easier to survive. About 25 minutes later, a truck arrived to tow her car to the nearest auto repair shop. "Would you mind if I bummed a ride with you back to my apartment?" Elisa asked. "Would I mind? Yes, I was going to split just after the tow job and make you walk home alone." "Oh, stop Robbie. I don't need sarcasm right now." "Sorry, Elisa. I would be delighted to offer you transportation." This prompted her biggest smile of the afternoon. With that, they hopped in his car, a black 2008 Toyota Rav 4, and followed the driver to the shop. They shared the same car brand and two languages. Robbie felt like a home-run champion now. Something had to come of this, he thought. He did not intend the word "come" as a pun, either. The manager at the auto establishment told Elisa he would need at least a day to replace some parts and check the transmission. "OK," she said with a nervous sigh. "Whatever. Can you complete the job by Saturday?" "Sure," the burly car guy said. Robbie and Elisa exited retreated to his vehicle. He was so thankful he had cleaned out and washed his Rav 4 the previous weekend. It was, indeed, a mode of travel fit for such a pristine lady. She pointed the way to her apartment. They winded down some streets until they arrived at the infamous Baker Pointe complex. "We're here," Robbie said with a disappointed sigh. It was obvious by now that he could not stomach walking away from her without professing his feelings. "Chau, Robbie," she said, as she climbed out and onto the sidewalk. She waved. He was ready drive away, when she stepped in front of his car. "Geez, do you want to get run over also? Talk about the worst day ever..." "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you, Robbie. It just seemed so rude to let you drive home without at least inviting you up to my place. I remembered just now that I have this unopened bottle of wine that someone gifted me a few months ago. Do you like wine?" Her place, he thought. Did he like wine? Shit, he liked wine, all of the world's gardens, babies, farm and zoo animals, and the whole fucking lot. Anything for her. He might have chugged a glass of septic water just to extend their encounter. No, a glass of aged pinot grigiot sounded much better than sewer fluids. "I love wine. Thanks for the invite." "Well, seeing as you wasted more than an hour and a half of your day to help me get home, offering you a glass of red liquid is the least I can do," Elisa said. Robbie made sure to interject with conviction. "I did not waste any time, Elisa. I live to assist others. What else could a good man do?" Her apartment was well put together with just enough space for two people. Designer curtains covered her front window blinds. No one could see inside her unit. He was glad for this safeguard. Her walls were barren, except for three paintings and a few posters. Her kitchen was petite and cramped. She poured each of them a glass of this cheap but aromatic wine and they sat at her miniature breakfast table. "Let it breathe," he said to her. "Wine like this is better when you wait a bit to sip it." "Ah, a wine expert, I presume," Elisa said. "I know enough to fake being a connoisseur," Robbie said. He tried taking a sip but ended up gulping instead. He spilled some of the pinot on his white dress shirt. The routine—that damn thing again—had caused him to forget what he was wearing. He felt the brief sting of warm water on his chin. Elisa had already fetched a wet paper towel. The water temperature reminded of those sweltering summer days. "Ouch," he said with a jerk. It didn't hurt at all, but he needed to say something. It was, in fact, a pleasant sensation. "Sorry, wine was dripping down your face." "Oh Goodness," Robbie said. "How embarrassing. You must know by now that I'm a klutz from all of those papers I tend to drop." "I think it's cute," Elisa responded, "and I am not that graceful myself." Just then, she took a sip and did the same thing. That caused the two to laugh. The kitchen became a stand-up comedy club with the lone occupants in stitches. He snatched the damp paper towel from her left hand and dabbed at her chin. She smiled in that erection-inducing way. The way her lips parted made him melt like candle wax. "You are so beautiful," Robbie said, as he reached for her right hand. She did not resist his touch, but she cleared her throat after the elongated comment. She blushed. She Takes More Than Attendance "Um...Robb—." He cut her off to continue to his passionate outburst. "I don't care if I shouldn't say this. I need to say it." The pitch and volume of his voice rose with each sentence. "I walk into that attendance office every day to see you. I didn't realize that until today. I get so used to my routine that I forget why I do things sometimes. Your smile lights up my worst days. I fantasize about you, Elisa. That blouse, your eyes... My God. How in the world do the other male teachers and administrators in the building not do the same? You are kind. You do the little things that matter, like holding open doors for people. You handle distressed parents every day. You listen to tirades. I fantasize about you, Elisa." When he finished, he felt frightened. What if she retorted, or worse, asked him to leave right away? Damnit, he thought. Stop being a klutz. You went too far with this one, Robbie. Way to go. This time, she broke the silence. "Robbie, not many people have said those things about me." She started to cry. "I have thought you were handsome for a long time, but I had no idea you felt that way about me. I was worried. Nobody wants the attendance office lady. You..." In a signal that no more conversation was needed, the two met in a soft kiss. Her lips struck first. She led. He reciprocated. After five seconds, the two parted and stared at one another for a minute. Robbie then forced his face to hers, and they engaged in a wild kiss. He savored the taste of her milk chocolate lips. Her breath was also heavenly. The meeting of their lips, to him, felt like the romantic equivalent of those two hands touching in the Sistine Chapel painting. Damn sacrilegious behavior. It just reminded him of that. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. She met his tongue with hers. She used her tongue to massage his taste bud area. The two relished the flavors of the other's mouth. They gasped for air several times during this unbelievable kiss and played with one another's hands. Her lips and mouth were history in the making. Robbie had never enjoyed another woman this way. It hit him then that he was making out with the gorgeous attendance lady. He was about to live out a school fantasy without any repercussions. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss, stood up and approached her. "You've had a stressful day, Elisa. I want to comfort, protect and worship your body." He first pecked her on the neck. He then caressed every area of her neck and face with his lips and hands. He moved to both ears and treated them like a collector would precious antiques. Her ears and gold earrings were beyond precious. He worked slowly so his lips could enjoy and worship them. He ran his left index finger down the left arm of her blouse. He did the same on the right side. Robbie then used both of his fat but muscular hands to deliver a shoulder massage that made her moan in delight. As his hands navigated her back, straight brown hair and shoulders, his lips remained active, too. She let out sexy "ooohs" and "aaaahs" each time he kissed her ears. She had dreamed of another man caressing her this way. "I want to pleasure you, Elisa, in a way that no man ever has," Robbie said. "I want you to pleasure me. I want you," she replied. Elisa stood up and led him to the bedroom. "Ah, so you want to..." "Fuck?" she asked. "Of course, Robbie. Don't worry about saying that here. I," she paused, "want to fuck you. Bad." She shoved him onto the bed with such force that it startled him. She was a strong woman, indeed. There, she began a dreamy striptease. She undid her silk blouse one button at a time. This was not going to be a five-minute quickie. Both of them established that earlier with their passionate kiss. When Elisa reached the last button, her blouse flew open and revealed a white lace bra and cleavage that would send any man to the restroom for some private masturbation. Before she could go any further, Robbie cupped his hands around her bare stomach and stuck a finger in her bellybutton to provoke a laugh. Her skin danced the line between light brown and a dark white. He caressed her stomach with his hands and pulled her closer. He used his mouth and tongue to massage the top exposed part of her breasts. His penis was longer now than a street block. Arousal would have qualified as the understatement of the century. He wondered if it would become hard enough to break through his black dress slacks. Elisa then began to unbutton his shirt for him. He helped her until he could take it off. He threw it across the room. He ran over to the wall and dimmed the bedroom light. She had already turned off the kitchen light. Robbie helped Elisa remove her dress pants and her heels. Her white lace panties matched her bra. He ran the fingers on his right hand up and down her chest and used them to tickle the tops of her breasts, while his other hand manipulated her moist panties. Robbie's index finger reached in and found her juicy clit. She did everything possible to prevent an early orgasm. The pleasure was too much for both supposed romantic outcasts. Remembering his hard-like-a-stone cock, he threw off his dress pants revealing his green boxers. He unclasped her bra, while she stared at the gigantic bulge protruding his shorts. "Damn, I do turn you on, huh?" she asked in the sexiest voice imaginable. He finished the loving act of slowly removing her lace bra and stepped behind her so he could cup those luscious tits. Robbie's tongue danced around her neck and lips as his fingers massaged the exposed breasts. "I cannot wait to taste these," he said. A minute later, he did. If dark red circles crowned her breasts, her perfect, circular nipples accented them. He could not have imagined such sensational tits in his wildest dreams. A birthmark on the upper left corner of the right breast and a bruise on the left made them sexier. Robbie used his gentle lips and active tongue to stimulate the miniscule scar. Elisa moaned louder than ever. "I cannot get enough of these breasts, Elisa," he said. "Please let me know if I start to hurt you." "Oh my God, no, Robbie," she replied. "This feels so good. I don't want it to stop." His mouth covered every inch of those breasts multiple times over, as if it were conducting an FBI investigation. He then moved his hands down to her panties and slid them down her gorgeous legs. Her pussy, trimmed but not hairless, looked so delicious. "I want to taste this," he said. "I want to give you the incredible orgasm you deserve, Elisa." Robbie kissed every inch of her body, including her stomach, bellybutton and upper thighs before his lips and tongue discovered the "X" spot—her clit. He lapped up her pussy juice and used his finger to open up more room for his tongue. He made sure it navigated every nerve and crevice possible. He kept his head buried in her pussy for longer than he cared to count. Such bliss did need to be timed. "Is it tasty?" she asked. "Fuck yeah." "This is the sweetest dinner ever," he managed. "The flavor is incredible." He wrapped up his eating excursion and the two met in a passionate kiss. She then ripped down his boxers and flung them across the room. "Are you ready, Robbie?" "Oh yes, Elisa. My penis is about explode." With that the two fell back on the bed, and he climbed on top first. Screw tender love and care, he thought. Robbie rammed his cock into her pussy and thrust it in and out. Their mouths met in another wild kiss while they fucked. He could feel his warm penis entering her lukewarm vagina. It, too, navigated every nerve and crevice. The two began uncontrollable moans that did not let up until they finished sex. He held back his load for several minutes, as long as he could. Then, without warning, he came inside her. The wonderful sensation almost knocked Robbie and Elisa unconscious. Her legs hugged his back. Every part of her body needed to grip onto something to survive the initial orgasm. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. When he had emptied his stock, the two paused to gasp for air. Elisa then assumed the top dog position and the two repeated their endeavors from moments ago. This time, with her on top, he was the one in need of body support when they came. He wrapped his legs around her to compensate for the almost dizzying orgasm. The two met again in a brief kiss. Then, Elisa decided she wanted to taste his drenched cock. Robbie was not sure he could make it through a potential blowjob without creating a lake of cum on the bed. Who the hell cares, he thought. His dick nearly erupted like a geyser when her tongue first stimulated his soaked cock. "Oh my God, Elisa, this is more than I can handle. Oh. Wow. My God." She slurped his cock until he had filled her mouth with hot cum. She slowly spit it back onto his dick and then climbed back on for one more ride. This time, she did all of the movement. She rode him like a jockey would a horse. She rammed her pussy into his cock. They came again. He estimated they might have unloaded at least a pint of cum, if not a damn gallon that night. Robbie and Elisa let out successive sighs and then lay next to one another to caress the other's exhausted body. They kissed plenty, too. "I cannot believe this serendipity, Elisa. This is one of the best days of my life. You just fulfilled a fantasy." "I guess, then, we should start dating, Robbie, since we already came inside one another," Elisa said with a chuckle. "Agreed. How about tomorrow night at 8 p.m.?" he inquired. The two shared a laugh. A few miles away from Creek Falls High School Attendance Office, Robbie Meister lay still, stared at the ceiling for a moment and it all made sense. He visited that room every day to see her. In a break from routine, he did more than visit her. He came. They shared one last embrace before falling asleep. The walk from his classroom to his car would never seem as long again.