Jim* and I were both newly qualified teachers at a primary school. I’d fancied him since our first day in September – he was so good-looking, with his messy brown hair and blue eyes. We hit it off immediately and were always flirting in the staff room. I was newly single and would have jumped at the chance to go out with him. The problem? We weren’t allowed to date colleagues – it wasn’t in our contract as such, but the head had made it very clear in our initial meeting that it wasn’t appropriate.
By the time December rolled around, the sexual tension was at fever pitch. And then, as the newest members of staff, we were given the task of staying late to put up the Christmas decorations in the hall. It was already dark outside and, while pyjamas and wine would have been nice, it was an opportunity to be alone with him. Of course, I pretended I was less than thrilled about it.
“I can’t believe we’ve got to stay and do this,” I complained, rummaging through the decoration box. “Why us?”
“Can you think of anybody else you’d rather be stuck here with?” Jim asked, winking. My skin prickled.
“No,” I said, looking him in the eye. “No, I can’t.”
From then on we flirted our way through the job. There was even a moment when he asked me to climb up the ladder so he could “check out my arse”.
I obliged and climbed up, wiggling my bum as I went, while we both laughed. It was pretty obvious we were on the same page – but he just wasn’t making a move. Before too long, the decorations box was empty, and I was gutted and defeated.
Then he turned the lights out. “We should really make sure that the fairy lights are working,” he said.
The Christmas tree looked magical twinkling away. I started to tell Jim how much the kids were going to love it, but he interrupted me.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. I shivered and turned to face him. We kissed slowly, and when I felt him hard against my leg, I pulled his hips against mine, desperate for more. We started to kiss frantically, tearing at each other’s clothes. I had never been so desperate to feel somebody inside me, and by the time he’d got my knickers off, I was soaking wet.
He pushed me against the stage and lifted me up. I hooked my legs around him as he entered me, pulling him deeper in, moaning as I moved with him. It was totally explosive – the long build-up meant we were both desperate for it. As I came, I narrowed my eyes and the fairy lights slid in and out of focus with each wave of orgasm. I was vaguely aware of our cries echoing around the hall as he came too, his fingers digging into my back.
Afterwards, we lay together on the stage, his head resting on my thigh and my fingers curled around his hair. But it wasn’t long before we started again. We stayed there for hours, having slow, amazing sex surrounded by Christmas lights.
The next morning in assembly, the head asked the pupils to give us a round of applause for putting the decorations up. I caught Jim’s eye and we clapped, too. I think we deserved it.
*Names have been changed
