Celebrate Earth Day with a sweet and sexy romance! 

I wrote this story for the 2014 Literotica Earth Day Contest, but this version is new and improved. When I wrote the original story, I shied away from too much romance, preferring to concentrate on the first-time sex with a summer fling. I love these characters, though, and when I thought about making some revisions, I realized that I wanted them to be together and happy.

Even if you read the original version, I believe you'll enjoy this Earth Day tale. For more info, visit my website Patientlee.com.

 Now for something completely different.

 

Note from PL:

On Earth Day, 1999, two days after the Columbine Massacre, an angry student threatened to kill me. He was angry, and he had a plan. Because he talked about his plan with other students, he removed from school and sent to juvenile detention for three months. I still associate Earth Day with this incident.

Last month, one of my students stole my iPad in retaliation for working with his mother to keep him from failing his freshman year. He wasn't pleased with the agreement, and thought he'd get back at me by stealing from me. Fortunately, we caught him, and I got my iPad back. He got suspended for three days. 

Seems unbalanced, doesn't it?

I have invested hours of my time and energy trying to help this student in the last two school years. After confronting him, my comment to a coworker was that I felt like I had been stabbed in the back with an iPad. It was disheartening, but I felt better after I wrote the story.

Just about every, single day at school, I have a moment in which I wonder if my day is about to stop being so typical. 

This is a work of fiction. I have no experience with any of the events in this story.

 Almost in the Earth Day

I step out of my front door, coffee in hand, laptop case over one shoulder, purse over the other, and realize that the sun is actually up over the trees this morning. Last week I could just see the pink glow that comes right before the big ball of fire pops over the horizon.

What a difference a week makes.

As I get into my Prius, I spill coffee on my denim skirt. The color is dark enough so that most people won't know, but I'm still pissed. I turn on the heater in the car. There is a little morning chill in the air, but I crank it full blast because that's how I dry my hair in the morning. I turn up my hard rock station and sing before I even start to drive.

I pull out of my driveway and hope that the bus hasn't gotten to my street yet. I've been stuck behind the slow, stinky behemoth twice already this week.

Shit. There it is. Why do I always leave so damn late?

I arrive in the parking lot, and I curse out the Escalade parked next to me. As always, its tires are over the line of my space, and I'll have to squeeze out of my car to avoid hitting the Lexus on the other side.

I trot through the parking lot, tripping over my Birkenstock clogs on the curb. My boss is standing outside, greeting students and faculty, and reminding parents for the hundredth time that student drop-off is in the back of the building. He laughs at my stumble before tapping his watch and giving me a stern look.

"If you didn't wear those hippie shoes, you might be on time for work, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

I greet the secretary and sign in. I don't have time to stop at my mailbox, but I vow to check it later. I stop twice to chat with colleagues, but not for long. We're all busy; we all have things to do before the bell rings.

A student stops me in the hallway to ask about a make-up test. I tear a piece off the grocery list in my purse and write her a pass for third period. I remind her that she was supposed to make it up two weeks ago, so she must remember today.

I pass a student that has been in my class for three years. "Nice shirt," I say. It's a Metallica shirt.

"Thanks, Miss Davenport. You have awesome taste in music," he replies.

"I know," I call back to him over my shoulder.

BANG! I jump, not knowing what it is. I look over my shoulder, but I try not to let on that I think something is amiss.

I hear a loud girl's voice telling her boyfriend he's an asshole for dropping a stack of books and scaring the crap out of her.

When I finally reach my classroom, I can't find my keys. There are students lined up at the door, whining about how heavy their books are. I try to hurry. My stuff is getting heavy too.

Aha! I clipped them to my belt loop already.

I put my things in my classroom, pick up my lukewarm coffee, and go stand by my classroom door in the hallway. Usually the teachers across the hall and I chat while we wait for the bell to ring, but Mrs. Costa is absent today. Mrs. Peterson is later than I am this morning, and she's flying in at the last minute. It's casual Friday, and I see that she has taken it to the extreme. Yoga pants. Interesting choice. I'm sure she thinks the same about my Birkenstocks.

I smile and greet my students as they enter the room. Some return my greeting; some merely grumble. It's early. I understand.

The late-bell rings, and I start my get-to-class routine. I make arm gestures like a flight attendant, and rhyme like Dr. Seuss. It doesn't get them to class any faster, but the dickhead who teaches in the classroom next door is a real asshole about it. I've seen him stand with a clipboard, filling out disciplinaries as the kids race down the hallway after the bell rings. I know. Rules are rules, but I pick my battles.

This morning is completely typical. The only deviation from the script has been Mrs. Costa's absence. As I'm about to shut the door, I see Aaron Jackson heading toward my room. He's been absent, but I'm surprised to see him so early in the morning. He doesn't usually get to school until second or third period. He's not a fan of getting up in the morning. Or of school. Or of life in general.

I smile and ask Aaron if he's stopping by to get last night's homework. He looks me in the eye and doesn't speak.

And my day suddenly stops being so typical.

For a moment I feel like I'm giving birth. Like my uterus is being torn in half. But I already had my babies.

Then I see the pain.

It's silver, like stainless steel. It surrounds me, muffling the sounds of teenagers laughing and sneezing and talking and phones buzzing on the desks. A minute ago some girls were jousting verbally, each trying to establish that her seasonal allergies were, by far, the worst. Now I hear the wah-wah-wah of their whining from ten miles away.

The world is melting in silver. I taste it, like I used to taste the metal bar on the baby carriage when my mother would take me for a walk around the block. It quenched my thirst, that cold, silver bar.

I remember ice skating on the puddle in front of our house. It was so cold that year, just like now as I sit on a frozen puddle. The silver glint of my double-runner skates is oozing through my body. I shiver. Why am I sitting on a skating rink in the road?

I look around and see my fourth grade teacher, holding her silver pointer, tapping it on the board as we recite multiplication facts. I'm terrified because I don't know the sevens, and she's about to call on me with that pointer the kind that looks like a pen but telescopes out to be a big long silver stick and it's pointing at me and my bladder lets go and now the frozen puddle is warm.

I hear a scream and another and another and I don't know where I am or why I taste the stainless steel of the metal bar of the baby carriage or why I see silver sequins blowing past me, like icy metallic sleet falling on me stinging my tin foil skin.

My sister is calling me but she died and she's buried and gone and buried in the stainless steel casket so small and sad. Everyone says it's a pity because she was just a baby.

Why am I wrapped in tin foil like leftovers from Easter dinner why so I won't fall apart because I'm melting and my silver insides are leaking to my outsides and the puddle gets colder and deeper and I'm skating with Todd on a pond this time and I love him and he lays me down on a blanket in the snow and takes off my tin foil wrap and slides his smooth silver shaft inside my body and I love him even though I am cold.

And my babies my grls aren't bbies anymore I see slvr rattles and cups and baby earrngs where are their braces why are their brcs mltng dwn thr chns and a silver iPad for each of them on Chrstms mrnng.

Tdd puts that slvr ring n my fngr and tlls me we wll b tgthr forvr but dont thnk he can com wth evn thgh I hve th shny rng n m fngr tht says frvr.

Silver

Cold

Quiet

Dark

Nothing

Peace

White

Noise

Light

PAIN

TERROR

^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^

"Her eyes are open!"

"Where?" I barely manage to whisper.

"You're in the hospital, Mrs. Davenport. You were attacked by a student at school this morning."

"Dead?" I try to say.

"No. We thought we were losing you at first, but you're going to make it, honey."

"Todd?" I rasp.

"He's right outside. I'll have him hold your wedding ring, OK?"

"Silver...one?"

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure it's platinum."

"Dying?"

"No, no. You'll be back in front of your classroom before you know it."

"Tell them..."

"Shh, honey. Don't try to talk."

And someone bursts into the room, saying, "Sorry I'm late. I had an Earth Day clean-up at my kids' school."

Earth Day. April twenty-second. And I almost died.

Almost in the Earth Day.

"Tell them...I FUCKING QUIT."

Quick and Dirty: A New Collection by Patient Lee

Featuring two newly published stories, Quick and Dirty contains five short stories about watching and being watched. Click here to check it out on Amazon.

Collared in the Temple of Dendur: A young woman meets an older man in the wake of a break-up and discovers her submissive side. Her Master takes her to the Temple of Dendur exhibit in the Metropolitan Museum of Art where she submits to letting him fuck her in public in order to earn her collar, sealing his Dominance over her. This story features light and sensual BDSM, public submission and sex, and a Dom that will make your panties wet.

They were still walking by when I felt a draft on my bottom. He had lifted my skirt, exposing my buttocks for a moment. I felt one of his hands on my ass for a moment before he used it to guide his cock against me. His other hand was on my back, pushing me gently forward. Again, he spoke into my ear. "Spread your legs a little."

His cock poked my flesh several times, trying to find the spot. He was taller than I, and this wasn't the most convenient position for us to fuck. As he slid into my warm, tight cunt, I bit my lip to keep from crying out. His erection was much thicker than my ex-fiancé's, and it still filled me with a shock I didn't expect, even all these months since that first night after the party. When his pubic hair tickled between my ass cheeks, he said, "Now you may come, my little slut. Do it fast. It won't take me long."

The last of the Asian tourists entered the temple as he began fucking in and out of my cunt. The pleasure was so intense, I no longer cared what they thought. I arched my back a little bit, pressing my nipples against the lace of the bralette. He took the folio from me once again and let it fall to the floor. I knew that the remaining tourists would turn to look. I could feel their stares burning right through our façade of normal behavior. "Put your hand in the bra cup and pinch your nipple," he said. I complied right away, pinching harder than necessary. I tried not to make a sound as the sensation in my cunt swelled in time with the pain in my nipple. "Good girl. Quietly. Come for me, slut."

My fingers moved in a blur against my clit, and I fucked back against him, trying to take him deeper despite an angle that prohibited such motion. I was on the brink of coming, pinching and rubbing and bucking my hips.

"Hey, professor! How are ya?" A man's deep voice boomed over the wall of the temple.

What the Hell Are You Looking at? A quirky tale from the perspective of a fictional onlooker to the Déjeuner sur l'Herbe, the painting by Edouard Manet featuring two fully clothed "dandies" and a nude woman having a picnic.

From my vantage point, I had an unobstructed view of her and her private parts. The pink flesh between her legs glistened with her arousal. The soft mounds of her breasts contrasted with the hardness of her erect nipples, sending a surge of pleasure through my cock. I quickened the pace of my hand and forced myself not to cry out and draw attention. 

The man who had been fellated by the nude woman knelt in front of her and dipped his head between her parted legs. His tongue touched her pussy, and she shivered a bit at that first contact. He licked all around her clitoris, slowly at first. The woman moaned, and her hips rocked against his mouth. I watched his tongue probing her most private of areas, finding the spots that brought her pleasure. 

Although I had heard of cunnilingus, I had never ventured to suggest to my own wife that I perform this wickedly sensuous act on her. This was my first true introduction to oral sex on a woman, and while I was slightly reviled by what I saw, I knew that I would indeed lick a woman between the legs as soon as I could arrange it.  I wondered what a pussy would taste like, remembering the musky scent that had emanated from her womanly cleft.

Conversation between the picnickers had finally ceased, and the man whose cock had previously been in the woman’s pussy now lowered himself to his hands and knees, straddling the woman’s head. I saw the woman’s tongue reach to meet his cock before he plunged it into her mouth. With a start, I realized that she must be tasting the juice of her own pussy mixing with the pre-cum that would be pooling in his slit. My pleasure surged at her wantonness, and I willed myself not to come just yet.

Between the Sheets: A fictional transcript of a fictional radio show on a fictional satellite radio station. Actress Tessa Tayes tells the Beau Stewart Show about the time a neighbor watched her pleasuring herself while hanging laundry.

Beau:  Why don't you just give us a look?

Nick:  Yeah.  Just pull your top up for a minute.

Tessa:  I will NOT.  I'm telling you this story instead.  Stop interrupting.  Seriously.  What was in that tea?

Nick:  Just keep talking, honey. This is going well.

Tessa:  (sigh)  I was just wearing my bottoms, and I started to dance a little bit.

Beau:  Was there any music?

Tessa:  No.  Well, maybe I sang or something.  I don't know.  I just moved.  My tits were jiggling with me, so I started jumping a little bit too.  (giggle)

Beau:  You were jumping topless without anyone to see?

Nick:  That sounds like a waste.

Tessa:  (giggle)  It felt good.  It made my nipples tingle. 

Beau:  Tell me.  What color are your nipples?

Tessa:  Umm . . . Kinda pinkish.  Maybe more of a rose color.  Why am I telling you this? 

Nick:  And how big are your areolae?  Just show us with your fingers.

Tessa:  About like this.

Nick:  What's that, like the size of a quarter?

Beau:  Nah, more like a half-dollar.  Just the right size to get your lips around.  Were your nipples hard?

Tessa:  Of course, so then I kinda rubbed them against the cool sheets. 

Beau:  Can you demonstrate the technique you used for that?  I mean, with your top still on if you insist on it.

Tessa:  Sorta like this.  Against the sheets.  It felt awesome.

Beau:  That's fuckin' hot. 

Tessa:  Yeah.  It was.  I was getting so  (giggle)  turned on.  Apparently my new next-door neighbor thought it was hot too.

Beau:  In the house that was empty?  Or in another house?

Tessa:  In the FORMERLY empty house.  A new couple had just moved in that week or something.

Beau:  So who thought it was hot?  A man or a woman?

Tessa:  The man.  I found out later that he was, like, forty years old.  I happened to glance at the upstairs window, and I saw him. 

Beau:  He wasn't even trying to hide?

Tessa:  No!  He was just leaning towards the window with his palms on the windowsill.  Hey, can I have more of that tea?  That was delicious.

Nick:  I'm on it.

(door opens and closes)

Beau:  So what did you do?

Tessa:  Well, I thought I was hidden by the sheets, but that obviously wasn't true.  (giggle)  I panicked.  I froze and looked around for my top first.  I guess I kicked it or something when I was dancing.

Beau:  When you were dancing or prancing?

Tessa:  (giggle)  I have no idea.  I kinda covered myself with a sheet and tried to figure out what I was gonna do. 

Beau:  How long did you stand there like that?

Tessa:  I don't know, but all of a sudden I heard music coming from the house next door.  He'd opened the window too.

(door opens and closes)

Nick:  Here you go, honey.  I put in a little extra "courage."

Tessa:  Thank you.

Beau:  What song was it?

Tessa:  What?

Beau:  What song was coming from next door?

Tessa:  Oh.  I don't know.  Something old.  I didn't recognize it, but I guessed he was enjoying the show and wanted me to keep dancing.

Beau:  So you did, right?

Tessa:  (giggle)  Yeah.  I did.  (slurp)

I Won a Basket of Porn: 

An award-winning, unconventionally told story inspired by a real life premonition that came true--that I would win a vibrator. The rest of the story is fiction, told through fictional newspaper articles and the comments that follow them. It's a satirical look at what can happen when everybody gets a say, even when they don't understand the whole story. Here's an excerpt from the middle of the story:

East Lake Gazette

August 10, 2012

EAST LAKE SCHOOL DISTRICT INVESTIGATES ALLEGATIONS THAT TEACHER HAS BEHAVED IMMORALLY

ROBERT KALINOWSKI, Staff Reporter

EAST LAKE – Superintendent James McAffee reported that the district is looking into the allegations that Ms. Patricia Gray's behavior at the ELVFC Summer Fun Fair violated the Code of Ethics signed by teachers upon being hired in the school district. This code includes Actional Non-Criminal Misconduct, including an immorality clause. 

The attorney for the school district, Paul Ostrowski, declined to comment, but the teachers’ union’s representative made the following statement: “We completely support Ms. Lee’s right to act within the limits of the law outside of school. She is legally of age to purchase alcohol, to gamble, and to possess pornography. We are prepared to fight on her behalf to save her job.”

Our attempts to reach Ms. Gray at home were unsuccessful.

18 COMMENTS

Pastor_Dan :: 3 hours ago

Praise God! It’s about time somebody did something about this. School starts in a few weeks. This process will take time. They’ll need to hire a replacement. WE CANNOT HAVE A PORNOGRAPHY LOVER TEACHING OUR CHILDREN!

Church_Lady :: 3 hours ago

Pastor Dan, the whole town is behind you. Imogene Peterson started a prayer group on Thursday nights to support this cause. Teachers are not like regular people. They must be held to a higher standard.

RockOn123 :: 3 hours ago

I still can’t believe that their was a vasket of porn. I would have spent a ton of $$ if I knew I could win pron. 

Susan_Kline :: 2 hours ago

Does anybody know what was in the basket? Maybe we’re blowing this out of proportion for nothing. 

Dorothy_Jane :: 2 hours ago

I heard that teachers aren’t even allowed to have a facebook. I know that Miss Gray does. She shouldn’t be aloud to send massages to kids. What if she sends porno pic. Gross

Concerned :: 2 hours ago

Teachers must be responsible for the moral behavior of the community. Remember that football coach that was fired because he didn’t report his assistant coach for molesting boys? That’s how it works. 

God_Is_Good :: 2 hours ago

1 John 2:16 - For all that [is] in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

LadiesAux :: 2 hours ago

I put the basket on the table, so I know what was in it. I can’t even bring myself to say it.

Mr_Bill :: 2 hours ago

She was my kid’s teacher last year. If she gets fired, does that mean that my daughter has to repeat 2^nd grade? They took away all those football players wins away when they fired the coach for not reporting the sexual abuse by the assistant coach in the shower at the university. I’m afraid that they’ll take away my daughter’s second grade

WannaSurf :: 1 hour ago

I can’t beleive that my 2^nd grade teacher likes porn that is so hot

Laura_and_Steve :: 1 hour ago

She is an awesome teacher. Leave her alone. It’s nobody’s business.

Concerned_Parent :: 1 hour ago

Does anybody know if your child gets Mrs. Gray who you call to get your class changed? I don’t want my son in her class.

Mias_Mom :: 1 hour ago

The school has to understand. They’re trying their best to fire her. If my son gets her and they won’t change it, the school will just have to pay for him to do cyberschool. If enough parents do that, they’ll have to fire her. They won’t be able to afford for all those kids to go cyber.

Get_Real :: 1 hour ago

I don’t think the school district pays for cyberschool. That doesn’t make any sense.

ELEA555 :: 1 hour ago

They do in this state. It costs about $11,000 per student per year. (state average) It comes right out of the school budget, funded by your tax dollars. 

Get_Real :: 1 hour ago

I doubt it.

ELEA555 :: 1 hour ago

Google it.

Get_Real :: less than an hour ago

I stand corrected. Taxpayers- this is bogus. Call the superintendent. Gray has to be replaced. We can’t afford to pay her salary, plus cyber tuition for all of her students. 

Watch Me: 

A family of five vacations in New York City. When the woman's parents offer to take the children for the night in the adjoining hotel room, they take advantage of the "adult time." Staying quiet so parents and children don't hear, they exchange delicious oral sex. They up the ante when she opens the curtains and presses her breasts against the cold glass, begging the people in view to watch her. Excerpt:

"Shh!" I said with a giggle as we entered the hotel room. I could hear the TV in my parents' room through the thin wall. Frank had his arm around me, and he spun me and pushed me back against the wall separating the bathroom from the rest of the room. He kissed me, and he thrust his tongue along mine filling my mouth. His hands were on my jaw, pulling my head toward him. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him into me. We kissed hard and fast, like we used to when we were teenagers, making out on the couch with my parents in their room down the hall.

I moaned into Frank's mouth, and felt the heat burning between my legs. It had been weeks since our kids let us have a night alone, and I needed a good, hard fucking. Frank's hands went to my blouse, and he ripped it open, popping buttons onto the floor.

"Oh my god, that's hot," I murmured with my mouth still working against his lips. His head dipped to my neck, and he kissed along my collarbone before moving toward my cleavage. He grabbed my breasts over my bra and groped them roughly, almost hurting me, but not quite.

"Does that turn you on, baby?" he asked. I managed to nod just before his fingers slipped inside the top of both cups and he gave a tug, separating them. Nothing happened on the first tug. My head went back against the wall, and I arched my back, pressing my breasts toward him.

He tried again, and this time, the fabric separated with a loud ripping noise. The sound of the satin giving way sent a fresh wave of heat through my pussy. I was getting wet, but I couldn't help but bitch about having to replace it. "Frank! That was my favorite bra!" I stuck my bottom lip out in what I hoped would be a very persuasive pout.

"I'll buy you two tomorrow," he said, his voice rough with lust. I put my hand on Frank's groin. He was as aroused as I was. He put his hands on my tits. They were just large enough fill his calloused palms. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, and I rewarded him by pulling my skirt up over my hips. He gave the hard nubs one more flick before he grabbed my panties and shoved them down to my knees. I stepped out of them while he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock.

He grabbed my legs under my thighs and hoisted me up, pressing me against the wall. I wrapped my feet around his ass and pulled him into me. I was so wet, the head of his cock slipped right into my hole, and he slammed into my pussy. "Oh, that's how you want to play it," I said with a sexy smile. "You want to fuck me up against the wall, huh?"

He pulled my head to him again and kissed me hard, causing our teeth to crash together. We both laughed, but only for a split second before he pulled out and pumped into me again. Over and over, he drilled me against the wall while I held on for dear life. After a moment, I lost my grip, and slid toward the floor.

Frank supported my bottom until my feet were on the floor, and then he pushed his pants down around his thighs and pushed me to my knees. "Suck my cock," he said in a gravelly whisper. I looked up and smiled, and then I opened my mouth and put my hand on his shaft. It was sticky with the juices from my pussy, and I giggled at the naughtiness of licking it clean. I guided him into my mouth and started to lick from base to tip. The wetness on his pubic hair tickled my face. My own scent, thick and heady, sent a fresh wave of arousal between my legs.

"Can you taste your pussy, slut?" he said as he tousled my hair. I nodded and smiled around his cock. I started jacking back and forth with my hand, my fingers hitting my lips. Being a slut made me even hotter.

"Mm-hmm," I said, running my tongue along the underside of his erection. I put my other hand around his balls and caressed them. They were sticky from my pussy too.

"Oh, baby. I'm not gonna last long."

I pulled my mouth off and jacked with my hand. "Come on my tits, Frank. Make me your slut." He reached down to play with my nipples as I moved my hand faster and faster. "C'mon, baby. Come for me."

His whole body stiffened, and he stifled his shout the best he could. I was glad he remembered that everybody else was next door. I didn't want to have to remind him that my parents and children could hear us in the middle of his orgasm. His cock shot spurt after spurt of cum on my body. The first landed on my lower lip, another one on my chin. The rest covered my tits with splashes of warm, thick cum.

 

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