It was completely forbidden. We definitely shouldn’t have been staring at each other whenever children weren’t around. There were about ten thousand reasons we shouldn’t flirt. My son was going to be in his class. If the school found out, I’d be moved.
Then, there were the looks we’d receive around town. It was 2020. It shouldn’t have mattered at all that he was black and I was the whitest blonde you’d ever seen. No one told Albanyville that it’s perfectly acceptable for a woman like me to date a man like him. It was made worse by the fact that I was about half his size. Maybe I should have been intimidated by that, but all I felt was a stirring in my chest whenever I looked at him.
We began to play a game of teasing chicken. Neither one knew the other’s limit. I never wanted preplan to end. I kicked off the flirty mess by tucking my skirt up into my waistband while I wiped down the benches in the locker room. I checked to make sure it was him first, then I bent over and displayed myself in my cutest red thong as I crawled on my hands and knees.