In the Classroom Closet ...

...she's in her early thirties now, still a student but an adult one. We've been together for five years, and it's never felt like anything more than mutual exploration despite how much I knew about her back then. But recently, we found ourselves at the back of the classroom closet during office hours, me pretending to grade papers on the desk... she had that look in her eyes that said 'let's get naughty'. We were both adults... and she was wearing nothing under my old sweatshirt as she straddled me, grinding against the hardness growing between us... it was intense, so different from our usual slow and gentle approach. The way she took control, the sounds of us moving together in that tiny space... I felt like a young teacher again, but this time with a mature student who knew exactly what she wanted... we had to be quiet, worried someone would come looking for me... but it was exhilarating knowing we could still surprise each other after all these years. Afterward, the awkwardness of our positions made us laugh and kiss... but the memory lingers...