UNSETTLED(PART TWO)

"Sure," he made an effort to grin. "After this period?"

"I have to go to a gymnastics meeting right after school. It should only take half an hour, an hour at most...is that ok?"

  "Yeah, no problem. I will just grade some papers till you get here."

   She solemnly nodded, then turned and walked back to her desk. Although he was busy all the time, and the minutes crawled by at a ridiculously slow rate, Damon had no further memories of the rest of the period. He remembered her standing up when the bell rang, and flashing him a quick smile as she left with the rest of the students, but then almost nothing of his last period, the last of the day. He DID remember the cheer his students gave out as the bell rang to end the period...Summer Break was here, and no school for a week!

Like a stampede, the class emptied. Damon walked around, cleaning up and organizing for a while, then left to go to the bathroom. Amazing how fast the school emptied when vacations started - walking by the parking lot, he saw it was almost deserted, except for a gaggle of cars by the gym. After he finished, he walked back to his room.

"Hey, Andrew. What are you doing here so early?" Damon asked the bearded man pushing his broom around the room.

"Summer time Damon! We're going to do the rooms fast, then get out of here as soon as we can. Leaving for the river tonight! What're your plans?"

"Going to landscape my backyard. Get the plants in before the summer kills 'em all."

Andrew raced through his work, and in a few short minutes gathered his stuff by the door.

"Ok, you have fun digging in your yard...I will raise a cold one to you while I'm on the boat!" Andrew gave a teasing smile, rolled his stuff out the door, then Damon heard him lock it from the outside. Marveling at first, he then understood it was just habit...Andrew cleaned these rooms every night, and locked them as he left. Sitting at his desk, he bent his head, and tried to concentrate on paperwork. The whole time reviewing yesterday's excitement, and last night's nightmares...and getting absolutely nothing done.

Forty-eight long fruitless minutes later he heard the door handle jiggle, then a soft knock on the door. Stepping on it over, he opened it and Belle slipped through. Making sure it closed again, he turned to face her. Standing by the door, he just said "Hi."

"Hi," she returned, as she moved a chair next to his desk. "Let's sit. I think we should talk."

  Alarming words. They can be bad in any case, but here, between teacher and student, well...Damon swallowed and walked over to sit behind his desk, while she sat in the chair by the side. He leaned over to move some papers from in front of her, and breathing in caught a hint of strawberries. His brain yelled STOP as the rest of his body screamed GO...somehow the brain won and he sat back in his seat.

"Yesterday, we were stupid." There, she'd said it. Now he knew which way this was going to go, and at least she'd used the word 'we' instead of 'you'.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what..." he didn't get to finish.

"We did it right after school, there were a lot of people around. We could have easily been caught. Then you lose your job and I lose everything else. No, it was stupid."

Damon nodded his head but didn't have anything to say. Standing up, she slowly walked around the desk, trailing her hand along its surface until she was standing right in front of him. Looking down, she said the words he didn't understand at first. He had to replay them in his mind before they took on any meaning.


"We should have waited till later when most of the people had left." Taking one more step, she placed her small feet inside his large ones...and standing between his knees her eyes burned into his. "Like now."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and brought her lips down to his. Relief...relief and lust rushed through Damon's body in unison, mixing and entwining into an unstoppable force of need. As their lips slipped and smeared in their first kiss, Belle slowly sank down onto his right leg. Sitting there, she opened her mouth a little...just enough to snake the tip of her little tongue out to brush his lips. Wrapping his right arm around her waist for balance, he brought his left up to caress and stroke her face and neck as his tongue came out to dance with hers.

As their mouths mashed together and tongues played and explored, their breathing became ragged and finally, she broke away. Breathing hard, she gave him a stern look.

"Anyways, you aren't living what you preach."

What?! Damon's mind raced over all the social rules and norms he was breaking here - not that he was feeling a trace of guilt…but, she's dancing here too...what is she talking about? Her next words quickly cleared it up.

"You said the first rule was Reciprocity. What's good for one is good for the other." Twisting her body, she was forcing his legs wider to bring herbs inside. With a devilish smile on her face, she dropped one hand to his chest.

"Yesterday, you got to see me in my panties, and touch me, too." Trailing slowly, her hand had now fallen to his stomach. "Reciprocity says..." and her hand fell to his belt buckle. As she slowly unbuckled it, staring into his eyes, he took his left hand and raised it to the top button of her blouse. Seeing his hand she smiled and pulled the belt open...just as he undid her top button.

Now, she dropped both hands to the top of his slacks. Squandering time because it took her a moment to realize it was hooks instead of a button, he had her next two buttons open and her shirt spread wide before she could grab for his zipper. She stopped and taking a breath tried to subtly stick her chest out to make herself look bigger. She didn't need to…Damon was stunned by the beauty of her small breasts, nestled in the flimsy white gauze of her bra. Worn more for ornament than backing, the see-through fabric simply brought out her perfect youthful shape.

Keeping his right hand around her waist, he used his left to finish the last button above her skirt and slid his hand up her naked belly to feel and cup her soft little breast through the wispy material of her bra. As he kneaded and squeezed her cute little mounds, his hand found the clasp on the front of her bra. Without hesitation, he pinched and it snapped open, baring her beautiful little titties to the cool air. Either from excitement or the cold, her pretty pink nipples were jutting out - proudly standing at attention. With her shirt and bra hanging open, her small waist and milky pale breasts, her cheeks and chest radiating a soft blush, she was simply the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

And busy, too. By now she had finally gotten his zipper down and was reaching one of her small hands into his pants. Touching his black boxer briefs first, she slid over till she found his already hard cock. Flattening her hand she glided over it, feeling him through his underwear. Her eyes came up to his, and her mouth made a little 'ewwwww' sound.

"Mr Damon...you're BIG." She somewhat wrapped her hand around his cock, and tried to slide it up and down, but was hindered by the boxers he was still wearing. As he leaned in to gently kiss one breast, she stopped moving her hand and sucked her breath in between her teeth. Kiss, kiss, gently suckle and knead, back and forth from one sweet little rubbery nipple to the other, she was quickly giving herself over to the pleasure of his mouth and hands and forgetting about his cock.
And that was fine by Damon...he had a lot of exploring to do. Dropping his hands to her hips, he turned her slightly so she was facing away from him. He wrapped one arm around her small waist, reaching up to cup her breast while pulling her back onto him. With the other, he dropped it down along her side, past her hip, and down the outside of her thigh as far as he could reach. Then moved it gently inside and started slowly drifting it back up, hauling her skirt with it. They both looked down her body as first her thighs, then panties and hips, and finally her lower belly was demonstrated.
As one hand massaged her breasts, the other started moving back down. Play with her belly button ring, over to her flat hips, lower till he reached the elastic top of her underwear. No, not underwear...lingerie. Like her bra, these were transparent, wispy aspects made to enrich and attract...a far cry from yesterday's little-girl cotton panties. The idea that she had planned for this turned him on even more.

He spread out his hand and started to move down over the silky material. Smoothing and caressing, he slid his hand over her whole pelvic region - hip to thigh, over the front of her pussy, back up the other side.