Rememberings

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*NOTE: this story shifts from present day to three years ago and back pretty much without warning. read carefully.

Rememberings

It had been nearly three whole years since Kathy had been on her high school campus. As she walked into the building she felt as if it had shrunk over the years; the once endless hallways seemed short and cluttered; the once tall, bleached white ceilings seemed small and dirty. Her golden-brown hair tossed about as she looked from one way to the other.

The hallways were filled with the usual cliques of chattering teenagers. A group of tall, muscular jocks nodded past a circle of giggling super-model types with neon pink cell phones and matching handbags. Hiding in the corner near the art department were the usual Emo kids, dressed in black with hair covering at least half their face.

Kathy turned the corner and continued down into the gym hall, wrinkling her nose at the smell of old gym socks, and rotting cheese sandwiches. “Not a single thing has changed” she thought aloud as a handsome blond gave her a keen glance.

Kathy shook her head with distaste and persisted down the hall toward the gymnasium. Suddenly there was a beep from her side. She picked up her cell and gave it a frustrated frown, it was a text from her younger sister who she had been searching for for nearly ten minutes already.

“BB practice till 7, pick me up then.”

“Great!” Kathy said turning abruptly. “What am I going to do for four hours?”

Kathy headed back out to the commons and towards the back parking lot. She really had no idea what to do with her afternoon. She finally had a few weeks off from her studies at the university and she was finally back her old hometown, not that she particularly enjoyed that fact.

Greentown was about as dull and conservative as you could imagine, and being back in Greentown High School was bringing back a lot of memories; memories Kathy had sworn she would forget. It had been a complicated four years at GHS, especially junior and senior years.

It had all started in the second semester of junior year, the moment she walked into Mrs. Marcella’s classroom and she set eyes on the tall, slender brunette masterpiece. Kathy had virtually lost her ability to breathe as the young English teacher strutted to the front of the classroom and took a look around at her new class. The entire room was abuzz with whispering, but as soon as she spoke, all was extremely silent.

“Hello class. Welcome to a brand new semester. Some of you I know…” she said frowning at Joshua in the back of the classroom who had already lost interest and started to toss paper wads at a girl named Jessica who was unfortunately seated in front of him. “…and some of you I do not…” with this she looked directly at Kathy, and she could swear she saw her look her up and down a couple times before turning to the board. “…my name is Mrs. Marta Marcella…”

She wrote Marta in large green letters on the whiteboard and turned around to look at the class. “Please don’t call me Mrs. Marcella… it makes me feel awful old… Marta will suffice.”

After that Marta got right down to business and the rest of the class took a deep breath and dived straight into notes. Kathy, however, was still struggling to breathe. Had Mrs. Marcella really just checked her out? No, Kathy thought scribbling notes idly in her notebook, there’s no chance somebody as hot as her could be…

“Kathy Wiseman?” an excited voice came from behind her. “Wow, it has to be a least two years since I’ve seen you around here at GHS.”

“Three actually…” Kathy said turning around to face Marta Marcella face-to-face. “Three years, five months, and twenty four days.”

“Not counting are you?” Marta said slipping into the chair at her desk and typing away at her keyboard pretending to be distracted. “So what brings you here to my classroom?”

“I don’t really know…” Kathy said drifting around the room and reading the posters that plastered the classroom’s walls. “…I was here to pick up my sister…and then I guess I just wandered in here out of habit.”

“Old habits die hard I suppose…” Marta said breaking her gaze from the computer screen only briefly to glance up at her former student.

Kathy became suddenly very conscious of herself, the way she always did when Mrs. Marcella had her eyes on her. She anxiously smoothed out the wrinkles in her white blouse and brushed the stray hairs hiding her bright green eyes. When Kathy realized what she was doing she stopped abruptly, but Marta was once again looking away, this time out the window at the kids throwing snowballs around the courtyard.

“So your sister, she’s a freshman this year right?” Marta said turning and jostling some papers on her cluttered desk.

“Yeah and she actually made it on the junior varsity basketball team.” Kathy said with a proud smile.

“She’s very different from you. She’s on the basketball team and in the student council…” she said placing some papers in a sack carelessly. “She’s also very outspoken… I’ve noticed her in the hallways already.”

“Yeah…” Kathy said in a slightly irritated voice. “…Kylie’s always been the popular one…”

“Make’s her awfully unattractive.” Marta said approaching Kathy slyly and looking her in the eyes for the first time. “I’ve always had a thing for the quiet type.
Kathy could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn’t been this close to Marta, to any woman for that matter, in quite some time. She could almost remember what it her hands felt like, what her lips tasted like, what her body felt like in her arms.

“It’s been far too long, Kath.” Marta said placing a delicate hand on her arm and squeezing it affectionately.

No one except Marta had ever called her Kath; at least no one had done so without the threat of an all-out beating. Hearing that name Kathy suddenly drifted back to more than three years ago, waiting anxiously outside Mrs. Marcella’s classroom door.

“Just go in there and talk to her Kathy!” Jackie said nudging Kathy closer to the door. “You’re lucky she’s even here this late, she normally leaves as soon as the last bell rings.”

“No…” Kathy said staring at the doorknob, her heart racing. “…I’ll just come back tomorrow.”

“What’s the big deal, Kathy?” Jackie said cocking an eyebrow at her. “You just go in there and ask her to help you out.”

“It’s not that…” Kathy said absentmindedly.

“Then what’s the problem?” Jackie said her huge head of red hair cocking to the side like it always did when she was confused.

“It’s nothing I just—”

But she was suddenly interrupted as the door swung open. “Oh! Kathy! Can I help you?”

“No—I—well—” she said looking to Jackie for some sort of scapegoat but Jackie had disappeared down the hall.

“I was just headed home… but if you needed help with something I don’t mind staying a while…” Mrs. Marcella said opening the door and placing her things on the nearest desk.

“Oh… w-well I uh—” Kathy stuttered. It was five weeks into the semester and still she couldn’t even speak to her, no less look her in the face.

“Is something wrong?” Mrs. Marcella said closing the door quietly and giving Kathy her full attention.

“No, not really I just…” Kathy said utterly frozen with her hands at her sides and her eyes glued to her scuffed tennis shoes.

“You know, Kathy, you’re a quite a girl…” Mrs. Marcella said crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking at Kathy with an affectionate smile. “… you manage to do wonderful on my quizzes and tests, even though you don’t pay attention to a thing I teach during lecture.”

“That’s not true!” Kathy said indignantly, looking up at Mrs. Marcella for the first time.

She was still smiling, but in a way Kathy had never seen her smile before; in a way she dared not look at anyone without the door locked tightly. “It’s okay…” she said leaning back against the desk behind her. “I’m just used to getting that kind of attention from the boys…”

“What are you talking about?!” Kathy nearly screamed at her, dropping the books in her arms almost to the floor.

“I’m not stupid Kathy…” Marta said approaching her slowly. “The way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking, the way you linger around after class, the way you never call me Marta, no matter how many times I ask you not to call me Mrs. Marcella…”

“I—well—you—uh…” Kathy said trying to inch back, bumping into Marta’s desk in the process.

“Plus…” Marta said pulling out a piece of folded paper from her shirt pocket. “…last week you accidentally turned this in…”

Kathy’s eyes spread wide open. Scribbled around the edges of the assignment was Marta at least two dozen times in all different directions and styles. Kathy suddenly felt very sick to her stomach and closed her eyes frantically, scared of what she would say next. Suddenly she felt breath on her face and an arm by her side.

Kathy opened her eyes to see Marta just inches from her lips. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” Marta said, her breathing growing heavier. “You have no idea how much you make me want to kiss you, do you?”

“I—I do?” Kathy blinked at her, unable to believe what was happening.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this…” Marta said softly touching her fingers to Kathy’s cheeks; Marta smiling as she shuddered and closed her eyes pleasantly. “… and I have a feeling you reciprocate them…”

“I—I do…” Kathy said breathlessly as Marta’s chest pressed close to hers.

Marta snuck her hand through Kathy’s thick, silky hair and squeezed her neck softly, pulling her into a gentle kiss. Kathy nearly went wild with disbelief and passion. She could feel her panties getting wet as Marta pushed her knee firmly between her legs and messaged at her breasts through her shirt.
Kathy arched her back in pleasure falling back onto Marta’s desk, moaning softly as she rubbed harder at her sensitive spot. Marta laughed and tossed the things from her desk, papers and pencils spilling to the carpeted floor. She leaned over her, looking deep into Kathy’s eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and then her own.

Kathy reveled at the newly exposed flesh of her beautiful teacher, her skin was smooth and tan and she could not help but run her fingers down her arms and up her stomach, coming to rest on her breasts. Marta arched her back and breathed heavily. Kathy reached around her and unhooked her braw revealing her perfect C sized breasts. Kathy let slip a brave smile and took each in her hands, messaging her nipples with her thumbs.

“Oh Kath!” Marta moaned, “You’re making me so wet…”

Suddenly Kathy awoke from her daydream.

“You left me there for a while didn’t you?” Mrs. Marcella said with a smile, squeezing her arm again.

“Remembering old times…” Kathy smiled, shifting over to the side and out of her grip.

A disappointed frown appeared on Mrs. Marcella’s face, but she recovered quickly. “So, how has college life been treating you?” she said flatly, returning to her desk.

“Not bad… it’s the personal stuff that’s been acting up…” Kathy said with a sigh.

“Always seems to turn out that way doesn’t it?” Mrs. Marcella said fiddling with her fingers awkwardly.

“Wait, did something happen with you?” Kathy asked curiously, watching Mrs. Marcella attentively who was watching the snowflakes outside just as intensely.

After a few minutes she finally looked back up at Kathy. “John and I divorced last year.” she said shortly, smiling weakly.

“Really?” Kathy said in an apologetic tone. “It didn’t have anything to do with me? I mean, it’s been years since we…”

“No he didn’t divorce me, Kathy, I divorced him.” she said scribbling idly on a scrap piece of paper, which was actually a student’s assignment.

“But why? I thought you loved John?” Kathy said still watching her closely. “I mean…that’s why you took that sabbatical right? To fix things up with him, right?”

“Yes…” she said finally looking up at her again, “but after five months of working on our relationship I realized I didn’t love him anymore. And that I … I was in love with you.”

“What?!” Kathy said getting very dizzy, the room around her getting fuzzy. Kathy leaned cautiously on the desk beside her. “You—what?”

“I know I seriously screwed up those seven months of your life, but when I left to try and fix things with John things only got worse.” she said speaking fast, as if to say it all before Kathy went screaming out of the room. “When I told him I had an affair he got angry, he wanted to know who it was. When he found out I was having an affair with not only a student but a girl he went ballistic. He never hit me, but he screamed, and he wouldn’t look at me…”

Tears began to spill from her cheeks and Kathy began to awake from her state of shock. She hadn’t seen Marta cry since the day she had told her that she could never see her again.

“This isn’t right, Katherine.” Marta had said, her words seeming so cold. “You are a student, and I am your teacher. What we are doing is wrong and it needs to stop.”

“B-but…” Kathy said tears pouring from her eyes and all over Marta’s unwelcoming shoulder. “…you said you loved me…”

“I’m sorry Katherine…but I lied.” Marta said, pain spilling from her eyes as well. “I’m leaving, you’ll be fine.”

“But Marta!” Kathy called after her as she climbed into her car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“You broke my heart.” Kathy said, looking down at Marta fiercely. “I barely made it through senior year… I wanted to kill myself because you abandoned me.”

“I never should have kissed you…” Marta mumbled, shaking her head.

“Or had your way with me on your desk?!” Kathy yelled at her angrily.

“Kath, quiet!” Marta said looking at the door nervously. “You know what it’s like for homosexuals in this town! Could you blame me for needing a little release?”

“So that’s it!” Kathy continued to yell. “I was just your little dyke fix? Huh? Yeah well fuck that!”

With that she spun around and stormed towards the door. Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob a hand grabbed her arm and spun her back around. Marta pinned her either of her arms against the door and pressed her lips against Kathy’s.

Kathy tried to resist and tried to push her off, but that only made her grip more tightly. Marta sucked lightly on her lower lip and pushed her tongue into Kathy’s mouth, playing with her tongue excitedly.

When Marta finally pulled away from her mouth she continued to kiss down her jaw line, down her neck and across her collar bone. She had Kathy panting softly before she stopped to look her deep in the eyes. “You can’t deny that there was something drawing you back to me… you can’t deny that you don’t still have feelings for me.”

“No…” Kathy said closing her eyes and trying to calm her breathing.

Marta slowly let free one of Kathy’s hands and reach down into her pants. Kathy shuttered as Marta’s fingers reached her soaked panties. Kathy closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as Marta pressed over her opening.

“Really?” Marta asked with a triumphant smile. “Because you feel awful wet to me.”

“Oh—gawd!” Kathy said as Marta reached into her panties and rubbed at her clit.

After a couple moments Marta suddenly stepped away, leaving Kathy panting helplessly against the door. “Please…” Kathy pleaded. “…don’t stop…”

Marta got down on her knees and unzipped Kathy’s pants, pulling them slowly to the ground along with her panties. Marta could see her lower lips glistening, and with a hungry look she looked up at Kathy. “Now Kathy, tell me the truth.”

“I fucking love you Marta, no one makes me cum like you do…” Kathy said her hand hovering over her crotch anxiously.

Marta excitedly licked at Kathy’s swollen clit, pushing two fingers into her wetness firmly. In and out she moved her fingers, nibbling all the while at Kathy’s clit. She added a third finger and pushed harder and faster, Kathy’s moaning growing louder.

Finally Kathy shook with ecstasy as she came, dripping into Marta’s welcoming mouth and all over her fingers. When Kathy’s breathing had finally gone back to normal, and Marta had sucked up that last of Kathy’s cum, Marta moved back to her desk and unbuttoned her shirt.

“Now it’s your turn.” she said with an evil grin.

To be continued?