3 comments/ 16462 views/ 9 favorites Volunteer Work Ch. 02 By: hosaki Disclaimer: All of the characters are over 18 and while I wish this were true, it is a work of fiction. Also, there is a story line to the romance, so if you're looking for a quick sex story to read, try another story. We ended up going to a local cocktail lounge I had learned about from some coworkers. We ordered our drinks (both margaritas) and we sit back to enjoy the live band that was playing that night. We start talking again about ourselves and the different teachers at school, but no matter what I do, she always keeps the conversation from getting too personal. As the night went on, I noticed many guys checking her out, and a few had even come up to ask her to dance. One in particular caught my eye. He was a handsome devil, and had been watching all night. He never made any move to come over, but I saw him smile every time Ethel declined a dance. Softly, I whispered in her ear, "I think that guy at the bar likes you. He's been checking you out all night." She turns her head as though she was getting a kink out of her neck and looked at him. "I don't care," she said. "He is handsome, but I'm not interested. You know what? I'm tired of these guys coming up and asking us to dance. Let's do something about it." "What do you have in mind?" I ask, already afraid of the answer. "Silly, we just have to make them think we're a couple." "Crap," I thought to myself. I could already feel something was going to go wrong. Out loud, I asked, "And how do you propose we do that?" "We dance, but not like two friends dance. At the next slow song, I'm going to slide out of the booth and cordially ask you to dance, like we're on a date." "OK," I replied, wondering how long I'd have to wait. Turns out not very long. The very next song the band played was Brad Paisley's "We Danced." And for those of you who don't know Brad Paisley or the song, it is a very romantic slow song. It's perfect for two lovers to dance to, only problem was, we weren't lovers. But that didn't stop Ethel. "Oh, I LOVE this song!" she said as she slid out of the booth and coming to stand in front of me. "Could I have the honor of having this dance?" as she held out her hand. I had no other choice, if I didn't want to make a scene, so I grabbed her hand, knowing that nothing good was going to come of this. She slowly led me onto the dance floor, all the while holding my hand proudly, like we do this every night. There were the usual cat call and wolf whistles that seem to come from guys whenever they see two women dancing, but we ignored them. She stops in the center of the dance floor, and turns to me. Without even thinking, I pulled her to me, and she naturally (almost too naturally) folded herself into me. It wasn't the awkward slow dance like some of the couples were doing. You know the one: guy has his hands on waist trying to nonchalantly grab some ass, while she has her hands on his shoulder and gently slapping him every time his hands wander to her ass. No, our dancing was the natural, hold-your-lover-tightly, and dancing close enough to whisper sweet nothings in the ear. It really looked like we had been dating for a long time, but all I could think about was her breasts rubbing against mine as we circle the dance floor, and the sweet smell of her shampoo tickling my nose. I could feel myself getting turned on, and knew that if this didn't end very soon, I was going to do something stupid. Luckily, the song ended, but it seemed she was reluctant to let me go. Before she did, she whispered in my ear that she was going to bathroom, and would be ready to leave when she came back. I let her go, and make my way back to the booth. However, I get stopped by that guy who had been watching us all night, and I feel my stomach sink. He does not look happy and I could tell from the glazed look in his eyes he was drunk. "Hey, lesbo! Why you with a woman? Are men not good enough for ya?" He tries to grab my hand and pull me to him, but I know enough karate that I let him pull me towards him before ramming my knee into his junk. He lets go of my hand and keels to the ground grabbing his balls and howling. Another guy walks over and tries to help, but ends up trying to flirt with me. Apparently he didn't see our little show or hear the other guys' comments. I see Ethel coming back from the bathroom, and I see her stop and try to figure what's going on. I look at her and will her with my eyes to help me. She does but not in a way I would have expected. She walk up to me, and much to my surprise, and the other guy's, gives me a hug and then a kiss on the lips. "Hey babe, you ready to go home?" I felt as though I had been struck by lightning. I wanted to pull her back in and never stop kissing her. Instead, all I could do was nod my head yes, as she grabs my hand and we walk towards the front door. "I'm sorry!" she says as soon as we hit the parking lot. "I don't know what came over me. I just thought that was the best way to get him off your back." She has the courtesy of looking embarrassed. I tell her that it was all right, it did get him off our back, and then we agreed that the kiss didn't mean anything. I could tell, though, that something had changed. She was no longer her bubbly self, and it was the first time I saw her without that beautiful, infectious smile on her face. I hug her again and fight the urge to kiss her again as we say good-bye. Volunteer Work Ch. 03 The next couple of days that I came, were tense. We didn't really talk much, or even really look at each other, or at least she wouldn't look at me. I on the other hand would watch her out of the corner of my eye. I would smile every time her laughter filled the air, and think about that day. I knew there was something between us, even if she wouldn't admit it. I couldn't figure out why she suddenly pulled back, emotionally. I thought we'd had a pretty good friendship going, and after all, we had agreed that night didn't mean anything. Fortunately my questions would be answered that weekend. I was at a restaurant, waiting for a couple of friends to show up, when Ethel walked in. She didn't see me as she was seated. She ordered a couple of drinks, so I knew she was meeting someone else. I decided to take a chance and go talk to her. I got up and made my way over to her table. Gently, I touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Waiting for someone?" She jumped at the sound of my voice and her face turned red. Immediately I felt bad. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to scare you." "Oh no, it's not that. I just didn't think anybody I knew would ever eat here. And no, I'm not waiting for someone, I'm just leaving." I just looked at her and smiled. Gently I said "Hon, I've been here for the last 10 min. I saw you come in. Who is she?" She laughed and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about." I smile again. "Come on now. You can be honest with me. How long have you and she been dating?" She looks around fearfully. "Shh! Keep your voice down! And how did you know?" I again laugh loudly. "Oh sweetie. You're too funny. Have you not seen me stare at you, look at you out of the corner of my eyes, they way you pulled back from that embrace, and the way you used gender neutral pronouns when talking to me about the person you're dating? The list goes on and on! I know the signs. I use them myself!" I watch her reaction carefully as I reveal this to her. At first she just stares at me as my words sank in. "So, you'r--like--too?" was all she could get out. I decided to help her out and said, "Yes. I'm---like--gay, too." I can visibly see her deflate like a balloon as her shoulders slump and she looks down at the table. "Please don't tell anyone at school. I don't know what I'd do if word to get around." I looked at her and quietly said "I would never tell anyone or do anything to betray your trust." Suddenly I saw this gorgeous redhead walking our way, and Ethel sees her too. Her face breaks into a huge grin and I know this is "her." Immediately I feeling a rush of blood course through my veins and I acknowledge it as being jealous. Quickly I push that thought aside. As the redhead walks up to the table, I see her eyes shifting from me to Ethel. Ethel sees it too, and quickly jumps up to introduce us. "Nelly, this is Alex, and vice versa." I politely stick out my hand to shake hers, and she rudely pushes it aside. "Who the fuck are you?" she demands. Inwardly, I cringe. While I'm not against swearing and cussing (and am known to have a "potty-mouth" of my own from time to time), we are however in a family restaurant with little kids around. I also hate making scenes in public. Quickly Ethel jumps in before things can escalate and says, "Nelly is the volunteer worker I am so blessed to have in at school. I know I've told you about her." "Oh yeah!" Alex says. "So this is the "volunteer" you won't shut up about. So tell me, what else are you "volunteering" to do to my girl, huh?" "Alex!" cries Ethel. "It's not like that! She helps me in my classroom and that's it! There's nothing going on between us!" During all of this time, I feel my face getting hot, not because I'm nervous, but because I'm thinking, "God, If Alex only knew what my thoughts are about Ethel. She'd kill me for sure!" "Look," I said, "it's been real, but I have to get going. I've got a long day tomorrow, and a long drive back home. Ethel, I'll see you tomorrow in school." And with that I quickly leave before Alex can say anything else derogatory about me. As I get in my car, I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, for I now know I have no chance in hell of ever being with Ethel, if that's the kind of girl she dates. I start driving back home, but eventually have to stop alongside the road for my tears are coming too strongly now to see the road. Eventually, my tears dry up, and I get a grip, realizing I never had a chance anyway, and from now on, I will see her as nothing more than a colleague. Volunteer Work Ch. 04 Disclaimer: All of the characters are over 18 and while I wish this were true, it is a work of fiction. Also, there is a story line to the romance, so if you're looking for sex stories to read, try another story. * That promise to myself lasted exactly 8 hours until the next time I saw Ethel at school. She wore a scarf around her neck, even though it was a pleasant 75 degrees outside, and I knew she was hiding something, and from the state her girlfriend was in last night, I knew it couldn't be a hickey. I kept looking over at her throughout class, but she refused to look at me. I thought, "Fine. She won't be able to ignore me forever. I'll just wait for the kids to go to specials." And with that thought, I focused more on my group of kids, realizing I couldn't remember a thing they had read or if they had even read the book. When it was time for the kid to go to specials, I got my things together to leave like any other day, and I waited until I saw her walk back into her classroom. She was writing on the whiteboard at the front of the classroom, so I quietly opened the door and snuck in. I stood there admiring her, before I loudly cleared my throat, and not until she turned around, knowing she could see me do so, did I lock the door. I decided to be as blunt as possible to try and keep emotions out of it. "What are you hiding under the scarf and don't tell me nothing," I said. She pretended to play dumb. "What are you talking about? It's just a part of my outfit. I'm not hiding anything." Yeah, that's why you keep rubbing your neck like it's sore, and I also happen to know you don't usually wear scarves. What gives?" Still she refused to reveal anything. "Look, Nelly. I want to keep our relationship strictly about business. My reasons for wearing a scarf today are for me only. You do not need to know them." At this my resolve to show emotions slipped and I saw red. "It's Alex isn't it? Did she do something to you last night because of me?" "Nelly, no, and it's none of your business! I can handle her!" Instantly, I realized my mistake and was sorry I had yelled. "Look, I'm sorry if I got mad, but I'm your friend, and I care about you. I can't stand the thought of somebody hurting you." "Thanks for your concern, but everything's fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go collect my children." Still, I didn't move from in front of her door. I reached into my back pocket for a business card and wrote my cell and home phone number on it, leaned forward, and gently slipped it into her back pocket. As I did so, I quietly whispered in her ear, "Just in case, you can always call me. No matter what time of night." I let my hand linger in her back pocket as I breathe in her scent. When she doesn't lean away or make a move to get away, I quietly breathe in her ear, "She doesn't deserve you." With that, I leaned back, unlocked the door and went to collect the class from P.E., knowing she needed to compose herself, as I had felt and seen her shiver as I said those last four words. I don't know if it makes me a bitch that I got some satisfaction from knowing I could get that kind of reaction from her, but if it does, then so be it. ******* A couple more weeks passed and our relationship remained strictly about work. We didn't see each other outside of class, and when we were in class we only talked about lessons and the children. It seemed she wanted to forget about that conversation, and so I let her. I never flirted with her again, or made any sort of move towards her; I already knew she was conflicted with her feelings, and was not going to push her. I knew she would come to me when she was ready. She was ready about a month after that conversation. It was a Friday, and I could tell she had something on her mind all day, but I was not going to push her to tell me. I didn't ask her at lunch, and I didn't even ask her at the end of the day after the kids were gone. I acted as I did every other day, even though I was dying for her to talk to me, which I knew she wanted to do. So I wasn't that surprised when I got a call about 8:30 that night. I was already for bed in my usual attire- spaghetti strap tank top and Sofie shorts, when my phone went off. Before I could even say hello, she blurted, "I kicked Alex out!" and then she just broke down sobbing. I immediately grab my keys and shove my shoes onto my feet and raced out the door, not even caring I was only half dressed. I still had her on the line and I was trying to calm her down for her to talk to me and tell me what happened. I didn't need for her to tell me directions to her house. I already knew where it was. It took me less than 20 minutes to get to her place from my little 2- bedroom apt. All the while I kept her on the phone trying to calm her down, but it seemed all she wanted to do was sob her pretty little heart out. I didn't even tell her I was coming over. I'm pretty sure she just knew, because as I parked my car in her drive-way and ran up the front steps, she flew the door wide open and flew into my arms. Somehow I knew that there were no words to comfort her at this time so I did the next best thing. I held her. That was the only thing I could do. I walked her to her living room, and sat down on the sofa and rocked her in my arms. She put her arms around me, her head on my shoulder as she just cried as I softly whispered in her ear. I can't even remember how long I held her before she finally fell asleep. All I know is that my arms were numb from holding her, but I didn't even care. I carefully lifted her to carry her to her bedroom, trying not to wake her up. She moaned softly, and I froze fearing she was waking up, but she just turned her body into me more, so that her face was nestled underneath my neck. I could feel every breath she took, and it took every ounce of self control I had to not kiss her. She looked so much like an angel, even with her puffy red eyes. I carefully laid her on the bed, and started to undress her. She had on the same outfit she'd had on at school that day: a mid-length purple skirt and a plain white tee that hugged every single delicious-looking curve. I started with the shirt, and carefully lifted her up so I could take it off. Again she moaned, and again I froze, but her breathing remained deep. I debated taking her bra off, but decided to leave her with some sort of modesty. I then moved down to her legs. I took a deep breath as I slowly unzipped the zipper, and moved it down her legs. Underneath, she had on these black lace panties that were practically see-through, and even though I hadn't turned the light on, there was enough moon light for me to see that there was absolutely no hair on her nether regions. My breath caught in my throat as I laid her skirt and shirt over a chair because she looked so beautiful lying there, her hair all a mess from her breakdown earlier. Gently, I rolled her over so I could pull back the covers on her side, and I covered her up. I then climbed in the other side and wrapped my arms around her again. No way in hell was I letting her wake up by herself tomorrow morning. I gently kissed her temple, sighed, and with her head on my arm, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, Ethel was still asleep. I was laying on my back, and sometime during the night, she had rolled over so she was draped across my body. Her head was nestled between my head and my shoulder, her arm draped across my breasts, and her right leg was thrown over mine and was lying between mine. There was no way I was going to be able to get up without her waking up, and I really didn't want her waking up in that position. She went through enough hell last night, without thinking I'm taking advantage of the situation (even though I am still fully clothed). I decide to hell with it, and tried to gently roll her off of me, and to my surprise, she clung tighter to me. I was even more surprised when she said "Don't get up. At least not yet." I guess while I was lost in thought about the current situation, I hadn't noticed the change in her breathing. "You know, as much as I want to stay here like this, it is Tuesday, and we both have to go to school." That's me, always the logical one. "Fuck!" she cried, starting to panic. "What time is it? I'm a mess! I gotta take a shower, I guess I won't have time to go for my morning run (so that's how she stays in shape), I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday, I don't even feel like going in today, and...." Throughout this entire spiel, she's running around looking for an outfit to wear. God she looks so beautiful when she's worried, but that last sentence caught my attention. "Stop." That's all I said, and surprisingly, she did so, but with a question in her eyes. "I've got an idea. Do you have any personal days left?" Every school year, each teacher gets so many sick days, family emergency days, and best of all personal days. "Yeah, I think so. I mean I haven't used any this year? Why?" "Call in a personal day. You just said you don't feel like going in today, and you know you're not going to be able to focus on anything you need to and it'll be a day from hell. You know the kids are like dogs, right? They can sense when their teacher is distracted, and take full advantage, so let a sub have a day from hell instead." I could tell she was still hesitant, so I added for good measure, "You don't need any more hell right now. And I only say that as a friend. You went through a lot yesterday, and if it were me, I would want a couple of days off to get things sorted out." Finally, I saw defeat and she said, "You're right. I do need to take some time off. I'll call in for the next two days as well, and hopefully they can find a sub on such short notice. But what about you? You're going to be late aren't you? Especially since you can't go to work in what you're wearing!" She started to laugh at the thought, since I had my pj's on. I look at her and say, "Are you crazy? You really think I'm going to let you stay home alone after yesterday? You need a shoulder to cry on, and someone to talk to, and that can't be done when you're here and I'm at school. Besides, I'm a volunteer. I don't get paid, and I'll just let them know that an emergency came in from my real job, and I have to cover a co-worker's shift today, then I'll call in to my real work, and tell them I need the next couple of days off." She walks over to me, puts her arms around me and gives me a hug. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me right now." I hug her back, and I want to stand there and hold her forever. Also, it's not completely lost on me that she is still in just her bra and panties. As I hold her close, I can feel her heart rate picking up, and I realize it's not lost on her, either. I pull back slightly, to say "you're welcome," but before I can say it, she turns her head, and gently brushes her lips across mine. She pulls back and before I can say anything, she presses her lips again to mine and this time I'm the one to pull back, my mind screaming, "No! This is not how it's supposed to be. I don't want to be a rebound. Yes, I want her but not when she's so vulnerable!" I had every intention of saying that, too, but when I looked into her gorgeous eyes, with her lips pink and plump from the kiss, what actually came out of my mouth is, "Are you sure?"