A Forbidden Life

The first day of summer term.. And it was pouring with rain.

We carried out our usual regime, he dropped me off by the field and drove on to school.

Cruel to be kind, I suppose.

I walked in, umbrella gripped in hand, still getting soaked by the cold rain anyhow..

Shuddering I stuffed my damp coat into my locker, along with the useless umbrella, and entered the common room.



After about ten minutes of false smiling and "How were you holidays?" which only manufactured the same drab answer about forty times, Registration began, and went.



I suppose it\'s risky, having a relationship with a man you see almost everyday, but that you can never react to in your environment.. One single look could cast a shadow of suspicion. Still, that was part of the thrill that kept us going.. our forbidden love.



I sat in the crush area, so called .. well, I\'m not all too sure why its called such, perhaps its because of the layour of tables that allow crushes to meet etc.. Who really knows? This most prominent position was the riskiest of them all, almost directly opposite the tech area, where he spent most of his time. It was true that he has a tendency to dissappear, off doing administration duties, or working at the sister school, but this was where we bumped into each other most.



Whenever he would let himself go and try to sneak a smile at me, I had to make a big deal of it to my friends, to keep the story going. I\'ve had a crush on him for two years, and never dreamed it would amount to a relationship.

I used to lose it around him, if he passed me, or looked up and happened to catch my eye, and if he spoke to me? I wouldn\'t be able to shut up about it all day.

Now, I wouldnt fuss quite so much, but I would still keep the ideal of my crush going, lest they all know.. I\'m hitting that.



Around lunchtime I was seated with my friends, with my front facing him through the glass partition of the dining rooms, him the opposite end, eating with staff.. I would look up and occassionally catch his glance, but just distance my look and zone in on the conversation around me.

It was hard on school days.. so hard. I wanted nothing more than waltz up to him, grab his tie and pull him to me.



Sometimes at lunchtime we could sneak away for a quick burst of passion in the back of his car. No one said our relationship was glamorous. But it certainly had its perks.



In my afternoon arts lesson I went through to the tech department, to fetch some materials for my project, he raised his eyebrow at me whenever I came in, and he was there, I just beam him my best student-style smile. And asked him about the materials. There was no-one else around, so he planted a firm kiss upon my lips, in a romantic but rushed gesture. It was nice to know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. This was another of our perks, if we got caught, we wouldnt be able to explain.

Its not unusual for me to go through to the tech department, being an art student, my subject often calls for the more three-dimensional properties of the technology department.



We spent the evening as usual, having had a re-sample of the school day, I was unusually pissed off and depressed, though with him on hand, it made it so much easier, we curled up on the sofa and I explained that I wanted to spend my next year at College. I\'m unsure of his approach, he seemed both reluctant that he wouldnt see me everyday and relieved that our relationship, though still Taboo, would be legal.



The drawback to this, would be I would move back in with my mother, which, didnt sit very well with him.

He wasnt a violent man, he just tended to sulk a little when he was upset, I soon ammended mine and his mood with a little happy fling on the couch. Thats the wonderful thing about sex, it puts you in such a great mood.



Having been kept away from each other all day, the sex was fiery and passionate. First day back sex was always the best.. though, the shower scene yesterday will take some beating.. I love him.