French Oral
Each year the boys’ school next door put on a Shakespearean production and girls in the VIth form could take part.

The year they decided to do A Midsummer Night’s Dream I was cast as Hippolyta – the Amazon Queen married to Theseus.

Our first rehearsal was held straight after rugby practice (for the lads, not us - we played hockey because premenstrual teenage girls can do more damage with a long wooden stick) and I was standing onstage with the other girls when the 1st xv swaggered in. One lad stood head and shoulders above the rest - at least 6'5" of muscle (and in true cliché form, he was from Brussels). He walked up to the stage, lazily looked each of us girls up and down, then without breaking eye contact, slowly removed his tracksuit bottoms to reveal perfect muscular thighs and very tight shorts. There wasn't a dry pair of knickers in the room.

He was Theseus.

Anyway many weeks of rehearsals culminated in the final week of performances for the public and on the night of the last show a cast party was held afterwards in the boys’ Sixth Form Common room – an old WW2 nissan hut in the extensive grounds of the school.

And as the boys’ school had very different rules and regulations to our school, the boys in the Sixth form were both allowed to smoke in their Common room and, it appeared, to drink too.


Halfway through the party I remembered that I had left a bottle of wine in the girls' “dressing room” - we had been given the use of an empty dorm up in the attic of the school.

I found Theseus, explained my problem and how I was scared of going up there on my own in the dark - I might get lost…..so he gallantly offered to take me…..


Outside it was pitch dark and away from the hut silent except for the sound of the sea and the wind gently lifting the leaves on the trees.

We found an unlocked back door began to make our way through the dark Victorian corridors. My stiletto heels tapped out a constant morsecode message on the flagstone floors which became a rapid fire SOS as we walked past the chapel. Theseus recognised my fear and took my damp sweaty hand in his cool muscular one. My breathing quickened and his grip tightened. We made our way up the stairs past the dormitories (including the Sixth form dorms where I had a previous encounter which I may post about...) and we carried on up to the attics.

Once there I started to search for the wine I had left, but Theseus had other ideas…..I was still wearing my costume – an Elizabethan dress with a tight fitting bodice which was constricting my breathing.

He turned me around and began to unlace my dress until it was loose enough to slip to the floor.

I stood there in the tiny dark attic room, almost naked and cold, the moonlight streaming in through the small leaded window. He ran a cool fingertip along my clavicle and down to the tip of my erect nipple,

"You're freezing, baise-moi" he whispered.

I grabbed my school sweater and skirt, pulled them on and shoved the wine into his hand. Hot tears of shame slid down my burning cheeks. He knew I fancied him and he guessed that my French would be crap. At least he waited until we were alone before he insulted me.

I pushed past him and made my way back to the party and never spoke to him again.



EPILOGUE
When I finally found out what he'd meant that night it was too late - he'd left school.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:03, 3 replies)

Achingly well written, as always...

I feel your pain too...

I don't speak french, but I do 'baise' that way...

;)
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 3 Feb 2009, 15:01, closed)

Erm...
In French slang it means a little more than that....

;)
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 10:06, closed)

Fuck....
I'm a French teacher now and I'm gutted for you. Gutted. :(
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 23:05, closed)