Faith knew the moment she pulled into the driveway, that she was possibly making the biggest mistake of her life. But what else could she do? There was a cry for help. She either would or wouldn't. In a way, she blamed herself. She let herself get too close... too trusted. If only she maintained her distance... like any good teacher would.
It all started just a few weeks earlier, but really it had been a problem from day one of the school year. She was the new teacher in this small town where everyone knew everyone. Heaven was a student in one of her classes. Just sixteen, quiet and well behaved, Faith took a liking to her immediately. Boys did too, but Heaven seemed to take no interest in them. It was this behavior, plus her good looks that drew Faith to her... an attraction that both excited and disturbed her.
It was the same kind of attraction she felt for her college roommate, Jill. Nothing ever came of it. Jill never knew of the attraction, and besides, she only had an interest in Jesus, like many of the students that went to their religious university. Even so, Faith was proud that nothing had happened, that her beliefs had given her the strength to resist temptation through college and even before. "It's just a phase. It will pass." That's what she kept telling herself. And yet, here she was, now an adult, and still fighting these feelings. How long do phases last?
She thought she was winning the battle, keeping everything professional. In the classroom, it was easy. How could anything possibly happen? And she was right. But then, one of the school bus drivers was injured in an accident at home. Because she already knew how to drive one, Faith volunteered to replace him until he recovered. What she didn't know, was that Heaven was one of his passengers. At first, it wasn't a problem, as Heaven got off at a stop with several others. A very rainy day changed that.
It was pouring and Faith offered to take Heaven directly to her home so she wouldn't get wet. With no one else on the bus, Faith and Heaven just talked one on one, really for the first time. It was mostly Heaven helping her to find her home. Once that was established, Faith offered to drive Heaven directly home every day, to which Heaven gladly accepted. Over time, the two grew closer. Faith really looked forward to these conversations and Heaven seemed to also.
"Keep your distance!" That was something Faith kept telling herself, but it was becoming harder and harder. The conversations were becoming more intimate as the two became more comfortable with each other. Once very quiet, Heaven was now more engaged. She talked more than Faith had ever seen her do at school.
Out of the blue, Faith asked, "So, any boyfriends?" Why did she ask that? Of course, Faith knew. If Heaven had one, maybe the temptation wouldn't be as strong. Instead, Heather just rolled her eyes and said, "God, no." Strangely, Faith was both relieved and excited by that answer. Maybe there's a chance.
"A chance to what?" Faith asked herself. God, she was actually thinking something might happen between them. "Keep your distance. Keep your distance."
Heather then asked, "Keep your distance from what?"
Faith was in a near panic. "Did I just say that out loud?" After thinking of an excuse, she said, "It's just a school bus driver thing."
After that day, Faith was really hoping the other driver would be back to work. Unfortunately, he was still two weeks away. "Just two more weeks, then I'll be fine." That's what Faith thought. How wrong she was.
It was on a Friday. All the other students had gotten off and it was just the two of them. Heaven seemed different. She wasn't talking and clearly something was troubling her. It took time, but Faith was able to get Heaven to tell her what was wrong.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Faith asked.
"No!" Heaven shouted. "Both my parents work there. They'll find out."
"What if I talk to the school nurse?" Faith responded.
Heaven shook her head. "She's my aunt."
Faith tried thinking of other options when Heaven began to cry. That's the bad thing about small towns. How can this problem be solved without anyone knowing about it? With Heaven still crying, Faith swallowed hard and said, "I'll help you. Is there anyone at your house now?" As Heaven shook her head, Faith continued to drive, wondering how this was going to all turn out and the thought of making possibly the worst decision of her life as she turned into Heaven's driveway.
After entering the house, Faith asked, "Where do you want to do this?"
Heaven thought about it for a while and answered, "The bath... No, let's go to my room." Heaven led the way with Faith fighting hard not to look at the perfectly shaped backside covered in skin tight jeans. Once inside, Faith shut the door and said, "You should remove those."
Heaven turned away and started to unzip her jeans. Faith also turned and found herself staring at a mirror attached to the dresser, and seeing Heaven's reflection. As hard as she tried not to, she couldn't help but watch as Heaven peeled her jeans down past her bottom.
"Of course, no underwear," Faith thought to herself. "Why, God? Why do you tempt me?"
She continued to watch as Heaven finished removing her jeans, before dropping to her knees and placing her torso on her bed.
"Okay, I'm ready," Heaven said while still facing away.
Faith took a deep breath. "You can do this. You can do this," she kept thinking to herself while still looking in the mirror. Then she turned and tried walking towards Heaven. Her legs felt like they had lead weights attached as she struggled to move. Somehow, she was able to get to a lamp, and after removing the shade, she kneeled behind Heaven and turned on the switch.
And just like that, she could see everything. Heaven's perfectly shaped backside was even more perfectly shaped. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. She felt frozen, unable to move, as if she were in a trance, until Heaven snapped her out of it by asking, "When is it going to start?"
"Oh, uh, you're going to need to spread your legs a little." Heaven complied as the light illuminated her womanhood in all its' glory. A perfect line with just a trace of hair on top. Faith just stared, still saying to herself, "You can do this."
Then, with trembling fingers, she tried to spread the folds to find the opening. This proved to be quite difficult as she couldn't seem to make her fingers do what she wanted them to do. The shaking fingers also seemed to have an effect on Heather, as she started becoming quite wet. Finally, Faith was able to have enough control and contact to spread the lips, ever so slightly as she tried to look inside.