Out in the Open, Part I

by Leon Neath

Chapter One

Sara Bruce closed the door of her Toyota Yaris, and pressed the key fob. The locks clicked into place with a satisfying clunk. She had been wise to park underneath the large sycamore tree. That way, the heat of this early July day wouldn't turn her car into a sauna come finishing time.

Only two other cars were in the school car park; the caretaker's beat up old Ford was parked nearest the entrance. The Deputy Headmistress, Lydia Currey, had parked her Mazda MX-5 in the space nearest the road, ignoring the spot reserved for her. This was good news. Sara needed to talk with Lydia.

The two had become good friends when Sara joined Bluebell Acres Primary School as a teacher seven years ago, partially down to their shared love of fine wines, partially because they were so different. Whereas Lydia was confident and forward, Sara was more meek and quiet. Lydia favoured a short blonde bob that accentuated her features and belied her forty-seven years. Sara had kept the same long brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail, for the last decade. Her husband hadn't noticed the last time she had changed hairstyles, so why bother?

Sara pushed open the door and headed for the staff room. She hung up her handbag, filled up the kettle and turned it on. The last day of school felt the same to her at the age of thirty-six as it did when she was six. She whistled a random, jaunty tune as she checked her Facebook account on her phone. Nothing of note.

"Someone sounds happy," a rich, toneful voice said from behind her.

Sara turned and saw Lydia stood behind her. That woman needed a bell putting on her. At nearly five-ten, she was a striking figure, lithe and agile despite her age, able to appear where you least expected. Like her car, and considerable bosom, she wanted to stand out.

"Just looking forward to the end of the day," Sara said, making coffees for both of them. "I take it we're still on for the camping trip after school?"

"Of course," Lydia said, "Do you have everything we need?"

"All in the car," Sara replied, passing over a black coffee, "Wayne was a little suspicious, but he's got his brother's stag-do in Amsterdam coming up tomorrow and all his focus is on that. We couldn't have timed this better."

"How are things between you and him?"

"Not too bad, though I think he's starting to figure out I'm getting a little bored with the same routine night-in, night-out. I'm finding it harder to, you know? Let it out? I just moan a bit and clench a few times and let him shoot it in me, then take care of myself."

"I take it he's not having the same problem?"

"He's a bloke, what do you think?" Sara said with raised eyebrows.

"Fair point," Lydia said knowingly, "I had the same problem with James. Nipped that in the bud while I could. Now I can see whomever I want, whenever I want!"

"Not for the next few nights, you're not," Sara said, "This campsite you picked is pretty remote, I doubt there will be many others there. We break up a week before most other schools as well."

"True, but we're right by the lake, and we'll have a case of wine to ourselves," Lydia said, "Think 'Thelma and Louise' without the police chase."

"And the suicide dive off the cliff," Sara replied.

"Depends on who's driving."

Sara playfully slapped Lydia's arm. "I am not that bad a driver! That tree stepped out into the road!"

"I know, I know! Just so long as you get us there in one piece I'll be happy."

Sara ticked off a salute, and headed for the door. She taught the nursery class. Every pupil was now four years old, the last child having their birthday three weeks previously. She only had twelve of them in the class – the school was quite selective about who they took in.

She had just placed her hand on the door handle when Lydia spoke from behind her.

"Sara?" she asked. "What would you say to us bringing along a third party?"

"Lydia, come on!" Sara said, "Can't you leave your fuck-buddies at home just this once?"

"I'm not talking about an adult, hen," Lydia said, "I was speaking with Mrs. Swift yesterday after school, when she was picking Gwen up."

Sara cast her mind to her pupils, picking out the Swift child. Gwen was a four-year-old blonde girl, a little tall for her age, a little gawky, but with a wide smile and gap between her front teeth who liked to giggle a lot. Gwen was a fairly bright girl who seemed happy to observe and take in everything going on around her. She also made Sara not want to take her eyes off her. Sara shook her head to clear her mind of those thoughts.

"I know Gwen," she said, "nice girl, never really a troublemaker. Isn't she the one whose father..."

"Left her mother after clearing out their bank accounts, yes," Lydia said. "Joyce is in a right state, doesn't know what to do. Anyway, I was speaking to her yesterday and she was asking if we ran any summer classes, or knew of any clubs that Gwen could go to. She's got to work even more now Richard left them, and she can't afford the day-care centre anymore."

Sara nodded. She had an idea where this was going. An uncomfortable heat was growing in her loins.

"Anyway," Lydia continued, "I said that we hadn't run those for a few years, mostly due to lack of interest. She got a bit upset and flustered, so I said that I'd be happy to look after Gwen, so long as she didn't mind her going on a camping trip for a few days."

"I don't know, Lydia," Sara said. She had feelings for Gwen that she knew went beyond a teacher-pupil level. Spending four nights in very close proximity with her would be a severe test of her resolve.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Lydia said encouragingly. "Plus, I see the way you look at her. You never know what might happen."

Chapter Two

Sara's jaw dropped so quickly she was surprised she didn't dislocate it. Her mouth moved, trying to form a sound; any sound, anything to form a denial. Nothing came forth.

"Sara, come on, how long have I known you?" Lydia said. "I can read you better than anybody. Whenever you talk about her, your hands begin fidgeting, and you trip up on your words at least once. I've been in your class when she's been talking and your eyes become a little unfocused, as if you're thinking of something else. And do you know what?"

Sara shook her head, her tongue still unwilling to help her form words.

"It's perfectly fine to feel like that," Lydia said.

Sara could only stare at her fellow teacher and friend.

"After all we've talked about, it surprises you that I'm interested in little girls too?" Lydia said. "We have enough of the same interests, so why not this? I specifically thought of inviting Gwen with you in mind. That's why I've already said yes."

Sara could hardly comprehend this. Barely a minute ago she thought she would be at least suspended if not sacked. Was Lydia now saying what she thought she was saying?

"We'll talk about it later," Lydia said. "I'm sure you have a class to go and prepare."

Sara nodded and left the room. Her thoughts were racing. Lydia knew about her problems at home with her husband, even some of her more secret fantasies. But this? The deepest secret she had kept to herself and herself alone? She must be slipping, if it was possible to spot all of those signs.

That said, Lydia herself seemed comfortable with it. Perhaps the only reason Lydia had noticed was that she too shared the same feelings? The same desire to see a little girl naked?

Sara's mind flashed back to a conversation they had had at one of their girls' nights in, where after the second bottle of wine, the conversation had eventually turned to sex, and what turned them on. Lydia had been divorced a couple of years and in that time had been through a good dozen partners. Her by-far favourite turn on was sex with women, more particularly oral.

"I love it when a girl gets her lips round me and sucks me out," she'd confided a little drunkenly, "I much prefer it to actual fucking."

Sara had said she loved oral as well, though her husband rarely did it on her any more. He'd taken to growing a douchebag beard and all it did was irritate her down below. She'd then talked about something that she'd thought was totally weird. She had always been intrigued and turned on by peeing, ever since she'd put her hands between her legs on the toilet and went on them.

"I've never really dared broach the subject with Wayne," she'd said, "I think he might find me quite weird. Plus, he's a more alpha-male type. He'd never go for me doing it to him."

"I've done it a couple of times," Lydia said, to Sara's surprise. "I much prefer giving it to them rather than receiving it. Sometimes there's nothing better than pushing a woman's face into your snatch and pumping her full of it!"

Sara had broken down into drunken giggles at that point, and the conversation had strangely turned to impossible sports like underwater fire-breathing and sky-diving snooker. She had remembered it a couple of times, when watching videos on line when her husband was in bed, her hand snaking subliminally towards her pants.

"Morning Miss!" an exuberant voice bellowed, shaking her from her reverie.

"Good morning, William," Sara responded to a curly-haired boy who had way too much energy for his own good, who had taken his seat and was now playing with his toy dinosaurs.

Within a minute, three more children had entered the classroom, chattering loudly; two boys, one girl. Sara double-checked she had everything she needed for the day, and opened some of the windows. It was going to be a warm one. She considered taking the class outside at some point.

Ten minutes later her class was full, Gwen being last to arrive, her harried-looking mother muttering a quick apology, accompanied by the universally-recognised raised hand. Sara kept her gaze from focusing on Gwen as she began to address the class.

"OK, gang, last day of school today, so I made loads and loads of hard spelling tests for you!" she said excitedly. Pausing for a couple of seconds to allow the shock to settle in, she continued, "Did I say 'hard spelling tests'? Whoops! Silly me! I meant 'really fun games!'"

The class cheered in the way that only excitable four-year-olds can. Sara began setting up the games, and soon the class was a riot of noise. The morning passed quickly; the children were having fun, Sara had little to do as she left them to their own devices.

After lunch, she took them outside to enjoy the nice weather and look for interesting bugs. Gwen ran over to her with a couple of ladybirds scurrying happily on the back of her palm.

"I bet that's a mummy and daddy ladybird!" she exclaimed brightly as one of the insects took flight. Sara smiled as she ran back to the bush she was looking through, unaware that her eyes were fixed on Gwen's skinny backside.

At half-past one, she gathered the class round and told them how much amazing fun she'd had with them all year, and that she would miss them all terribly, and to have fun in their first year of school. After a big group hug, eleven of the children headed for the gates where their parents were waiting.

Gwen remained behind, and Sara took her hand, and led her back into the classroom, where she set her to colouring in some pictures while she tidied up after the morning session. After a short while she found herself gazing at Gwen, focusing on her eyes, her hair, her mouth. She was now concentrating on staying inside the lines, her tongue poking out between her teeth as she worked on her colouring. Sara began wondering what that tongue felt like.

Chapter Three

Sara was shaken from her reverie by Lydia entering the room. Her slight smile and pointed look said she knew full well what she had just disturbed. Sara turned bright red and ducked under her desk to retrieve her handbag.

"OK, Gwen, are you all set to go?" Lydia asked.

"Yes, Miss Currey!" Gwen replied, putting her colouring book and crayons away.

"Right, your mum has given me everything you need, Mrs. Bruce has all of our camping gear, and will be driving us there. Do you need the toilet before we set off?"

"Yes, Miss," Gwen replied.

"Right. Mrs. Bruce will take you so you don't have any accidents in her car," Lydia said, startling Sara so badly she bumped the back of her head on the underside of her desk. Swearing softly, she resurfaced and glowered at Lydia, who simultaneously smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"Come on, Gwen," Sara said, taking the four-year-old's hand. "Miss Currey, could you take all of our things to the car and we can meet you there?"

Lydia nodded, and Sara led the little girl out of the classroom and down the corridor to the girls toilets. The rest of the school was quiet – the nursery children finished earlier than everyone else – and nobody was in the loo.

"OK, do what you need, then we can go on holiday," Sara said.

"Mrs. Bruce, can you help me?" Gwen asked, "I can't undo my buttons!"

Gwen was wearing a pair of denim shorts with frayed hems that stopped just above her knees. Sara knelt down in front of her, aware that her face was very close to the four-year-old's privates.

"I can help you with these," Sara said, but you'll have to do your knickers yourself."

"Oh, I'm not wearing any knickers," Gwen said happily, "Mum said it's way too warm for them, and I think it feels nicer without them."

Sara stalled for a second, then regained herself, and reached forward to unbutton Gwen's shorts. She hooked her fingers into the sides and gently lowered them down. As much as she tried averting her gaze, her eyes were drawn to Gwen's smooth, folded privates.

"That's my vagina!" Gwen said happily.

"I know, sweetie," Sara replied. "I've got one too."

"Really?" Gwen asked, pushing herself up onto the toilet. "Can I see?"

"No Gwen, it's why they're called private parts," Sara said, watching a stream of urine exiting the preschooler's small sex out of the corner of her eye. She needed to go herself but didn't dare to with Gwen nearby. She held it in and waited for Gwen to finish.

"All done!" Gwen said, "can you wipe me clean?"

"Hasn't your mum taught you to do that yet?" Sara said, hoping both Gwen would do it herself and that she would be asked to do it.

"Yeah, but I always miss bits," Gwen said, "Mum says that makes me smell, so she does it if she has time."

Sara nodded, and reached for the toilet paper. She folded it once and reached between the four-year-old's legs. She felt where the small vagina ended at the back, and wiped slowly towards the front. Gwen giggled as she did so.

"It tickles," Gwen said with a grin. "Do it again!"

"OK, but only once," Sara said, getting more toilet paper using touch alone – her eyes focused on the small crease a foot and a half from her mouth. "We need to hurry up if we're going to get to the campsite before the traffic gets bad."

She wiped Gwen again, making sure her hands didn't touch the soft, smooth skin. She helped Gwen off the toilet, pulled up her pants, then flushed. Within a couple of minutes they were outside in the afternoon sunshine, walking towards Sara's car. Lydia was leaning on the boot, checking her mobile phone.

"Traffic looks good!" she called as the two females approached her, "and the weather's going to be excellent as well!"

"Brilliant!" Sara replied. "We can have a nice refreshing dip in the lake when we get there. Does that sound fun, Gwen?"

"Yep!" the preschooler replied, climbing into the back seat of the car. Lydia passed her the schoolbag with her colouring in it. Gwen began taking her stuff out and arranging it on the seat next to her as the two teachers climbed into the front seats. Sara started her car, exited the school, and set off for a journey that she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams.

Chapters 4-6 coming soon.