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This is a repost of one of the seven stories which I posted in January 1996: 
Desire, Hidden, Other, Plan, Stars, Trial, and Wait. -- deirdre


Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often 
depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe fantasy 
stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life.  Be warned 
that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Do not read this 
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to repost, to make available online, and to publish in 
low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups if attributed to deirdre.  Permission 
granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this type of material if 
attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the 
name of deirdre. -- deirdre


Stars
by deirdre, 1/13/96

* * *

"She's out by the water."  It was one of Donna's friends telling me.  I 
recognized her but didn't remember her name.  The girl directed me to the door 
out to the back yard and I left.

Well I was glad to leave: everyone in the family room had been paired off in 
couples--they were ignoring me, but I had trouble ignoring what they were 
doing.  It was awfully dark in the back yard--I think they had the lights out 
on purpose.  Some of them had been a bit undressed, and in some cases, it 
wasn't just couples!

Well I walked carefully back from the house toward the water.  I wondered 
whether I would be intruding on Donna.  And someone.  Well, what else could I 
do?  I'd had her car and I had to either pick her up or one of us would have 
to walk home.  My eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the stars as I came 
nearer to the water's side.  I saw a couple, sitting, looking out over the 
water, and wondered if it were Donna.

So should I accost every couple until I find her?  How do I end up in these 
situations?  FInally, I just moved close-by, waiting to hear something.  I 
stood by a tree, but they just sat there, not saying anything.  I should 
whisper Donna's name loud enough that they culd hear it.

Well I didn't.  I finally sat quietly, leaning against the tree, near the 
water.  It *was* a very beautiful night--Craig and I ought to be sitting out 
here.  But Craig had a long way to go before we'd do something like this.  I 
ended up just sitting there, actually enjoying the peace.

"I think I see her."  It was a low voice from the couple.  I was almost sure 
it was Donna.  "Yes, that's definitely her," continued the female.  And 
ironically, with that I became certain she was Donna.  I didn't know who she 
was there with.  She'd gone off to this party with some of he high-schol 
friends who I assume she hadn't seen all the while she was off at college.  
Well, they certainly seemed to be, um, casual about their relationships here.

"What's she doing?" came a male voice, also just above a whisper.

"She's kissing him," answered Donna.

"*Really*?"  He definitely sounded surprised.

"Yes, she is.  They're *definitely* going at it."

Well the guy responded with a quiet little laugh.  "She's old enough to be his 
*mother*."

"Not quite *that* old."

"Well, if she had'm young.  I can't believe she's doing this.  Do you think 
she's drunk?"

"No, I don't think so.  She didn't seem it."

"But who would have ever guessed it.  She's definitely married, isn't she?"

"I think she's got a couple of kids."

"How'd you all get her to come anyway?"

"Oh, we had to work on her--we told her she *deserved* a break."

"Well,  I have to admit, that after a couple of drinks, she certainly seems to 
fit right in!  What're they doing now?"

"Oh god!"

"What!"

"She's kneeling in front of him!"

Well, the guy didn't answer.  I wondered why.  Then I heard Donna go on: 
"She's *doing* it!"

"What!"

"Oh yes, she is: she's sucking him off!"

"I've got to see!"  I heard movement.  Then I heard his voice again: "I don't 
believe it."  The response was a low female giggle.  "My God, she was his 
teacher just two years ago!"

Well, I sat there, stunned.  A teacher from *our* high school?  One who would 
act like that?  "She is *really* into it!" continued the guy.  I could hear 
awe in his voice.

Then there was silence.  But I could just see them staring.  I didn't know who 
the guy was, but I had the image in mind.  Finally I heard Donna: "Do you 
think *you'd* like that?"

A little laugh.  "You mean *her*?"

"No!  Uh, what *do* you think of her."

"Oh, she's pretty good.  But no *you*."

"Let's try something," I heard Donna say.  Then there was movement, and a 
little giggle.  For some reason, I didn't want to hear this and I quietly 
stood up and walked away.  I looked back at the water under the starlight, and 
thought again about me and Craig, then I turned back for the house.

On the way, I realized that things were likely to be just as embarrassing in 
the family room I had just come through.  I stood a momnt at the back door, 
wondering what to do, but finally entered.  I'd have to wait a bit for Donna.

Fortunately, things seemed a little less hot--a bunch of people were sitting 
around talking, though there was one couple in the corner who seemed to be 
oblivious to everyone else.  And I heard giggles from upstairs.

"Did you find Donna?" asked the girl I'd talked to before.

"I didn't want to disturb her," I answered and the girl giggled.  They seemed 
willing to have me sit in with them.  I sat in a chair in the corner, figuring 
I'd just keep my mouth shut.  They offered me a beer, but I turned it down.  
Then they went back to their talking.

Well I just sat there, listening to their sometimes-inane comments, when 
finally the back door opened.  I looked up to see if it were Donna returning.  
It was one of my teachers, Ms. Keys!

I kind-of sank back into the corner, feeling suddenly panicky that she might 
see me.  I couldn't believe that it was her, coming in like that with that 
college guy!  She looked kind of giggly--I'd *never* seen her like that!

Someone gave them beers and after a swallow, they locked in embrace right 
there.  So far, I didn't have to worry about her seeing me: I wasn't in any 
sort of conspicuous position, and she seemed focused on the others.  And the 
guy, and the beer.

I continued to watch from the corner of the room.  I couldn't keep my eyes off 
her!  She drank beer and joked with them.  And she and the guy were all over 
each other: they'd stop and kiss for a second right in front of the others.  
And she kissed another guy the same way!  Finally a few of them went upstairs 
in a group.

I wondered about it.  Who knows how wild things were up there, or maybe they 
were just talking and joking around.  I wanted to know what was happening, but 
I wasn't going to follow them!  What if she saw me?

After she left, the ones who stayed in the room started talking about her: "I 
can't believe she came--how'd Adrienne and Donna convince her?"  "I don't 
know, I guess her husband was out and she came on a lark."  "Who would have 
believed the way she's acting?"  And it went on.

And on.  I sat there, waiting for Donna.  And for Ms. Keys to come down again. 
 
It still seemed impossible to me the way she was acting.

She came down.  She was back in the room, holding onto the wall.  Once again, 
I shrank back into the corner though it was probably more mental than 
physical.  "Where's that boy I was with?" she asked.

"Wasn't he up there with you?" asked one of the girls.

"He left.  I think." I realized she looked a little unsteady.  "He was, uh, 
*real nice*, but *you* look nice too."  She was smiling at one of the other 
guys!  "I should call Sheryl.  I want that boy again."

"Maybe you should sit down a minute."

"OK."  She sat down on an ottoman.  "Sheryl should be here.  And I should get 
Bibi to come.  Where's the phone?"  It struck me that Sheryl was Mrs. Wood's 
name--one of the other teachers at school!  I didn't know about any teacher 
named Bibi, but there could be one.

"Are you ready to go home, Ms. Keys?" one of the girls asked her, and it was 
obvious that she thought Ms. Keys should do just that.  Ms. Keys just looked 
at her.  I couldn't tell if she were confused, or angry or what.  "Why don't 
we get someone to drive you home?"

"I'm OK."

"Trust me, won't you?" and the girl pulled on her arm to get her to stand, 
then stood there, holding her, steadying her.  "Someonewill drive you."  She 
was looking around the room.

"You could drive her, couldn't you?"  It was the girl next to me, talking to 
me!  "It'll only be a minute--Donna won't mind."

"Uh, I'd better not..." I didn't want to do it.

"Come on, we'll get her out to your car."  And she stood up and started 
talking to the other girl.  The waved me to come after them and started 
walking with Ms. Keys out the front!  I followed.  How did I get into this?

There I was, driving, Ms. Keys sitting next to me.  It was dark in the car.  
She had no idea.  I glanced over at her to discover her staring at me.  "Thank 
you for driving me home," she said.

Well maybe she was drunk, but I wasn't so sure.  She *definitely* shouldn't be 
driving, but beyond that, I didn't know.  I was hoping it was dark enough she 
wouldn't recognize me.  "What's your name?" she asked.

"Uh, never mind..." I mumbled.  Then we were stopped for a light.

"You're a pretty little thing.  Kiss me."

"No!" I sort of yelped.  I kept my head turned as much away from her as I 
could in a natural way.  She leaned over until her lips were at my ear.

"Let's have some *fun*.  You like girls, don't you?"

My heart was beating so fast.  This was *Ms. Keys* sitting next to me.  She 
had sucked off a guy at the party!  She was coming on to me!

I *liked* Ms. Keys.  I always had--I wished she'd see me more in class even 
though I do have a tendency to stay out of the center of things.  I'd 
certainly never though of *this*, but at that moment I thought about it.  "Do 
I *know* you?" she suddenly asked.

"No!" I said again, almost in a panic.  We were there on her block, I was 
sure.  "Which is your house?" I asked.  And she started looking, finally 
pointing it out to me.  I left her off and watched her walk up to the front 
door and enter, then drove off, relieved.

Well this time Donna was ready to go.  "So, you drove Ms. Keys home," she said 
as we drove off.

"Yes."

"Boy, wasn't *she* something!  Was she drunk?"

"A bit.  I think."

"Did she say much?"

"Uh, no!  Nothing!"

Donna giggled, but then said nothing.  She drove in silence for a while.  Then 
she said: "OK, what did she say."

"I said: nothing."

"And that's what made you so shaky.  Come on, I've got to know."

I thought about it.  Donna can be pretty persistent, and I do trust her.  "You 
won't believe me," I finally said.

"Try me."

"Uh, she came on to me."

Once again, Donna didn't say anything for a while.  Then she said: "What did 
she do?"

"She wanted to kiss me.  She didn't know who I was."

"How do you know?"

"I don't think she did."

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Kiss her."

Well that caught *me* short and it was a second before I answered.  "No!"

"Why not?"

"Dona!"

"I'll bet you wanted to.  She probably won't remember much of this."

And I caught myself thinking about it: I could have kissed Ms. Keys and 
probably she would have forgotten about it.  Then I sort-of caught myself and 
tried to salvage the conversation with Donna.  "Of course not!"

"You think I don't know you're bisexual?  Thinking about the girls?  And your 
female teachers?"  I felt my heart sink.  I could see that she was convinced, 
that I'd never be able to lie to her about it in any way that would change her 
mind.  I just sat there, wondering where this would all lead.  Finally Donna 
spoke again: "Listen, don't worry about it.  But you've probably lost the only 
chance you'll get with *that* one."

Ms. Keys.  Donna was probably exactly right: never in a million years would I 
get another chance with *her*.  Except, of course, in my daydreams.

* * *

I put the paper down, my eyes still fixed on it.  Nothing.  I forced myself to 
look up at Mrs. Skye.  She was sitting there, staring at me.  "Well, what did 
you think?"

"Uh... nice, the way you touched on the plot points, revealing the situation 
bit-by-bit, though you might be including too many of the narrator's thoughts: 
we don't really want to know *everything*"  I looked down at the paper again.  
"In fact, it vaguely reminded me of some particular writer: I'll probably 
think of his name in a minute."  I was shaking.  I couldn't believe I'd 
actually gotten myself to read it right to Mrs. Skye.  Even though she'd 
finally responded, I still wasn't sure how this was going.

How had I convinced myself to do this?!  Naturally, I had a different story 
that I'd written to read to the class.  But when I'd ended up making up the 
class alone with Mrs. Skye, I, well I must have gone momentarily insane or 
something, convincing myself to read this one instead.

"It *is* quite good.  But it *was* distracting that you started so many 
paragraphs with the word 'well'.  Oh, and strictly speaking, it doesn't mean 
someone's bisexual if they simply feel an *attraction* to members of their own 
gender.  *Everyone* has thoughts like *that*, you know."

"Oh," was my brilliant reply.  I forced myself to look up at her again.  She 
still just sat there, in one of the student desks.  It occurred to me that she 
had basically admitted that *she* sometimes felt an attraction to women!  It 
was still hard to face her and I kept glancing down, despite myself.

Well, I had been crazy enough to *read this story: I knew I had to push on--
it was much too late to save myself from humiliation: "But what did you think 
of the *content*?"

There: I'd said it.  I steadied my gaze, looking at her.  It was difficult, 
but I didn't back down.

She giggled very briefly.  "I think..." she started, then paused.  I could 
already tell that she was still being a teacher, talking to her student.  "I 
think that *you* had better keep in mind what would happen if teachers and 
students didn't have *rules* about keeping their distance!"  And suddenly I 
was staring down at my paper again.  My mind was still racing and my heart was 
beating.  "And if you continue to write like that, I think you'll eventually 
bring uncounted readers *untold* frustration."
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