The Payne Of Love

Aislinn finished the last brush strokes on her canvas, at last, her masterpiece was finished.
Of course, she used the term "masterpiece" very loosely. For she could never truly produce that decent a piece of art. Looking across the grey tones of the abdominal muscles she had so delicately painted, she lightly traced her finger across the edge of one, thinking of how the shape of a certain mans body may look like. Forgetting the paint still needed time to dry, she had accidently smudged the paint into a whitened area.
"Fuck!" She muttered. And quickly tried to dab at it with a cloth, but it was no use, her AS level coursework had been ruined, from one absent minded action.
"What's up?" Michael, one of the other students patted her shoulder.
"Argh.. I've just.. dammit." She pointed toward the smudge.
"It's okay, just paint over it with white." He retorted.
"Yes, but that will change the texture.." She sighed, "I suppose I dont have much option.."
She moved over to the grubby square sinks of the art room and put down the damp cloth. Looking out of the dirtied windows her eyes slowly moved across to the windows of the technology classroom, where she could see her ex-boyfriend working, then she caught a glimpse of one of the technology teachers, Mr Payne, coming over to talk to one of the lads. Her heart fluttered, and suddenly she felt quite flush.
This was not a new feeling to her, she felt this way everytime she saw him, in the corridors, the library.
When she had first started sixth form she had taken a course over at a partnership school, and had previously had to travel on a bus to and from there. What she didnt know was that Mr Payne was now a representative of the Gipping Valley partnership and traveled frequently between the schools. The first day she and her ex whom had both taken the same course, due to difficulties with the ability to do the courses they wanted at their own school were left waiting to be taken to their classroom after those who had properly offered courses had long since gone to their new classes.
But the wait did not matter to her.. Mr Payne had been there to help guide them, and had sat and actually talked to her.
At one point he had even put his hand on her shoulder. A feeling she could not forget.
She did not even know what it was about the man that appealed to her so, her friends who teased her about her crush always labeled him as old. Aislinn in turn always defended him to be "in his early forties".
She knew he was a kind man, from the way he had spoke with her that first day, and she also knew he was an able man, for he often did work with his hands, being a technology teacher.
Perhaps it was just that. He was a man. As opposed to a boy, and she had always longed for someone mature, with experience, which was impossible to find at that school, upper years or not.
She was pulled from her imagination by her friend Tanya waving her hand in front of her face.
"Yoooohoooo. Earth to Aislinn. Are you back with us gal?" She taunted.
Aislinn smiled sheepishly and Tanya followed the trail of view, nodding at the tech window. "I see." She smiled. "Maybe you should tell him?"
Aislinn just stared at her. "Yes, I can see that going down well. 'Hi Mr Payne, you don't teach me and barely even know who I am, but, I have like, an uber crush on you. What do you say to that?' He'll think I'm nuts." She said this all rather fast, but Tanya could tell the cogs were working in her brain. She was thinking about it all right.
She just smiled and slipped off.
"Are you coming to the cafeteiria to get some coffee?" She called from the other side of the classroom.
"Sure. I'll get my purse." Aislinn replied, prising her eyes away from the window. Mr Payne and the class had gone, somewhere in the time that she had been daydreaming about all the things she normally dreamt about with him..
The initial first time in the back of his car.. She didnt know what his car even looked like, it didnt matter, all that mattered was what was happening inside it.
Like her gripping violently into the soft cushion of his backseat, his stubble brushing her face every time he thrusted himself into her, the mingle of sweat gathering on their bodies as the temperature and passion rose.
The soft caress of his lips, nipping on her neck..
Before the summer, she had dreamt these things to have happened on her prom night, but being that prom had long since been and gone, it no longer mattered when it happened, she expected it not to happen at all.