Chapter 3The first day of school dawned hot and bright and Kayla was nervous but performed well as she taught her first two classes. She felt a sense of relief when she finished the second class and could retreat to the privacy of her office and her shared planning period with Melissa Martin. Melissa was already at her desk, and as Kayla entered the office she noticed a vase of pink roses on her own desk. Surprised, she walked over to it and found a small envelope lying next to the vase. Kayla opened the envelope and looked at the small parchment card. It said: “I hope your first day is going well. Your new friend and colleague, Melissa”
Melissa had stood up to go to the bookshelf, and Kayla strode over to her. “Melissa, this was so nice of you. Thank you very much.”
Kayla had a huge smile on her face and she thrust her arms around Melissa to thank her. Melissa was not nearly as demonstrative and was startled at first, then relaxed into Kayla’s hug. Kayla couldn’t help but notice Melissa’s large, full breasts pressing against hers, and her own n*****s almost hardened just from the slight contact. She let go, distracted from that observation when Melissa asked her how the first two classes had gone.
“Pretty well, actually, and I think I’m over some of my nerves. There was one student in the first period that seems like he might be a behavior problem, but other than that, I feel great about everything so far.”
“Well, there’s always unfortunately one or two of those, but you develop skills for dealing with it. If you’re really lucky, he’ll be the only one you see all day.” Melissa smiled at Kayla, and her blue eyes sparkled behind her lenses.
Kayla looked at Melissa’s face, pretty really, behind the glasses and certainly not enhanced by the tightly pulled back hair. She found herself wondering again about Melissa and what her story was, but Kayla had work to do and soon all thoughts were on teaching math and making her way through the rest of the first day.
The rest of the week passed quickly for Kayla and she found herself settling into the intricacies of dealing with students, co-workers, administrators and parents. On Friday, she felt like celebrating her success so she asked Melissa to join her that evening for a drink.
“Well, I suppose I could,” Melissa said still studying her lesson plans. “I usually go out with my boyfriend every Friday night, but I suppose I can just meet him a little bit later. Where would you like to go?”
“How about that new Irish Pub that opened - Dunnegans, I believe it’s called. Say 7:00?”
“That works for me,” Melissa replied. “I’ll look forward to it.”