I become a jello shot and other high jinx.
I asked her if I needed to get Mrs Weston again, and she replied with a faint 'Yes'. When I knocked Mrs Weston's door, she answered quicker this time. When I followed her into my room though, Anna was fast asleep.
"She must have just been drifting off", said Mrs Weston, feeling Anna's forehead, "Yeah, she'll be fine after a good sleep."
I was apologetic for disturbing her again but she said it didn't matter, and as I was about to climb into bed she said, "Come to my room for a bit. We can have a chat while Anna goes off properly."
I felt a little strange about the proposition, but couldn't really say no, so I ended up sat on her bed while she faced me on the dressing table stool, suddenly very aware that I had no knickers on under my nightie! I know that sounds CRAZY, but I was 18, a virgin, and an extremely insecure youth. All I could think was 'How the hell did I end up on my teacher's bed with no knickers on?' In my sheltered little existence that was as rude as it got!
Mrs Weston nattered away about what we'd been doing this week and how we must have all got some great ideas for our coursework etc... She poured me a tumbler of water and offered me some of the grapes that she had on the dressing table. I don't know how the conversation turned, but I found instead of nodding along about geography, I was now nodding along about what university she'd attended, and how she'd met her husband there. And then she just asked me, straight out, "Holly, are you a virgin?"
I had been peering down into my tumbler of water, but I now lifted my head and looked at her in surprise. I said nothing.
"Oh come on Holly, 'we're all girls together' as they say!"
"Yes", I admitted after a few seconds silence.
She smiled, "I thought so".
"Why are you asking me that?" I was looking back down at my tumbler again, embarrassed to admit my lack of experience despite all the bravado she had no doubt heard me boast to my mates.
"I couldn't help but wonder that's all. You tell all your friends about the boys you've kissed and that, but you don't really seem the sort. Have you even kissed a boy?" She was bordering on patronizing now.
"Yes" I snapped back defensively, "I have ACTUALLY."
She raised an eyebrow, "Okay, sorry I asked."
We sat in silence. It seemed like hours went by although it can only have been a minute or two at the most. What the hell could either of us say now?! How did the conversation progress from here?!
"I suppose we'd better get some sleep then", she sighed, breaking the silence, "Unless..."
I was longing to get away from this awkward scenario, but the 'unless' held me there unable to escape. Mrs Weston stood up and made a movement that suggested I do the same. When I was stood up, desperately trying to avoid eye contact, she stepped forward toward me, much closer than I felt comfortable with.
"Let me give you something to help you sleep."
Her hands found the hem of my nightie and gently lifted it, her hands touching skin that had never been touched like this before. I jumped a little in surprise at what she was doing, but didn't try to stop her. The nightie was lifted over my head and discarded on the floor. There I stood, naked in front of Mrs Weston. She placed an affectionate hand on my arm as I gazed at the floor, looking for any sign that it might imminently open and swallow me like I wished it would.
"I know you're nervous. Just relax, you'll love it."
She manoeuvred me onto the bed and I lay down while she fished around in the draw. My mind raced about what could be about to happen. She came back to the bed, having sought what she had been looking for, and sat near my legs. She smiled at me and I felt a little reassured, though I can't deny my heart was beating faster than ever before.
I was able to see now what it was she'd gotten.