I Saw the Friction Marks

We were in the middle of the biology class when it happened. Mrs. Garland, our teacher, arranged her skirt while she was sitting on her desk, following an exposition. The movement lasted less than a second, but, since I’m in the first row of chairs in the classroom, I saw the friction marks on her legs. 

Before I continue, I must say that I’ve had a crush on Mrs. Garland since the course began. She’s elegant and classy. None of my classmates could dream of being like her. And she has long legs and a narrow waist. She must know that’s the most attractive part of her body, for she always wears pencil skirts or tight skirts. And she looks great in all of them!

At first, I thought she might have hurt herself. You know, I thought she’d hit a drawer or the corner of her bed. But then I realized that those weren’t bruises, but friction marks. And that’s when I knew they had been caused by ropes.

My friend Danny is into all things kinky. And he’s told me about bondage, and how people like it to leave friction marks on their skin. 

Who would have thought that Mrs. Garland, so proper and respectable in her early forties, would be a rope bondage enthusiast?

I didn’t pay attention to the rest of the class. The image of Mrs. Garland all tied up, like in the pictures that Danny showed me on his cell phone, occupied my mind completely. I didn’t dare to imagine her without clothes. But in my fantasy, she was wearing an exquisite set of blue lingerie, which matches perfectly with her fair skin.

I can hear her moan as the ropes pass through her skin and leave their marks. I could see in her face how much she loved the sudden heat and the brief pain.

When the bell rang, announcing the end of class, I was still dreaming with my eyes open.

I saw the friction marks by chance. And it was the best part of my day.