Summertime Loving

Chapter 48

With Travis out of the office, he wondered when Ms. DeWitt wanted to clean the room. While he thought of this, she coincidentally walked out of her office, seeing Travis standing by the stairs. She smiled.

"Travis, dear, you seem eager to help me clean. Should we begin now? I don't have anything to do at the moment," she said.

"Yeah, let's do it. Since I'm not feeling like staying behind after school," he said. She nodded and went back inside her office. Before she closed the door, she signaled with her index finger for him to come. He entered her office.

"Did you bring the extra clothes?" she asked. He responded with a nod. She told him to go get them before the bell rings.

"I don't have anything to worry about since I got the infinite hall pass. But she doesn't know that, so let me go get them," he thought.

He hurriedly went downstairs, where he opened his locker and took out his school bag. He got his clothes and then ran back upstairs. He didn't bother knocking since that's for people with manners, and last he checked, he lacked those.

Travis walked into her office and luckily found her half naked. Melody was wearing a two-piece lingerie set, colored white, that featured delicate lace trim and a subtle floral pattern, adding an elegant touch to her attire. The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her figure and enhancing her natural beauty. He couldn't help but be captivated by the alluring sight before him, and a lustful smile crept onto his face.

She knew very well that he was staring at her. As she bent down, pushing her ass back, giving Travis a breathtaking view of her bodacious rear, he approached her and placed his hands on her waist. Travis thrust forward and rubbed his pelvis on her ass.

"Whoa there, aren't you being a little rude, holding what's not yours?" she asked in a seductive tone that lingered in his mind like a melody.

"Who's to say it's not mine?" he said as he gave her ass a light spank, causing her to blush and raise her back up. Travis removed one of his hands and placed it around her waist.

"For such a fat ass, you surprisingly have a fit figure. Do you work out, Ms. DeWitt?" he asked as he placed his chin on her shoulder, looking down at her breasts. Melody felt his hold on her body, something she surprisingly found herself enjoying.

"Why, thank you. Yes, I do work out every single day. Won't you love to join me one day?" she asked.

"I'd be honored to see the beautiful sight of you wearing leggings and a sports bra that barely holds these magnificent knockers," he said, raising his hands and holding her breasts.

"It's like you already know. Let's hurry up and get changed though. I wouldn't want this to escalate into something that's irreversible," she said.

"Though I don't mind how touchy he is, I don't want us to get down and dirty this early. I mean, though I'm a bit of a slut, I still have morals," she thought.

"Yes, that's a good idea," he replied as he backed up from her, getting one last view of her ass. She pulled up her pants and placed them under her fat ass, wiggling it for Travis, then pulling her pants up.

"You should be getting changed as well," she said.

He nodded and took off his shirt. Though it happened in a split second for Travis, Melody saw everything in slow-motion. She watched with unspoken fascination as he slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled upper body glistening with perspiration. Her eyes traced the lines of his sculpted muscles, captivated by the way his every move seemed effortless, like a work of art coming to life. Time seemed to stand still as she couldn't help but steal glances at his rugged charm, a moment suspended in silent admiration as the world continued to spin around them.

"Are you alright, Ms. DeWitt?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm more than alright after seeing that. You surprisingly have such a nice body. Hmm, now I'm really interested in what you're packing below," she said.

"Would you mind showing me?" she asked.

Hearing this, Travis couldn't help but smile. He got closer to her and pulled her by her waist as he gave a deep stare into her eyes.

"Why don't we keep that as a surprise for now? Wouldn't want to ignite a flame in your heart this early," he said.

She found herself falling into his eyes. His deep, chestnut-brown eyes held a certain allure that went beyond their ordinary hue. They seemed to reveal a depth of experience and emotion that piqued her curiosity. A soft, knowing smile curved across her lips as she nodded in agreement with his words.

"Let's go clean, then," he said, as he walked back and wore his change of clothes. She also finished dressing.

"Well, I've already gathered all the supplies we'll need to clean this up. So let's get started. Get some gloves first and a mask, since there's a lot of dust in there. Wouldn't want you getting lung cancer," she said.

They left her office and went up to the room and opened the door. Yesterday, it didn't look as dirty, but right now, now that they had to work, it seemed like there were piles and piles of work they had to do. Travis first open ed all the windows in the room, getting in some fresh air that would help with the dust. They then got a broom and began sweeping all the debris out of the room. They followed that with mopping the whole area and then getting it clear with a clean mop, getting the floor dry.

"Well, that was the easiest part. It's time to get rid of all those books out of this room," she said.

"Where are we gonna put them?" he asked.

"Not sure. Why don't we donate them to the library? I'm sure they'll love that," she said.

Without further ado, they started moving the books. They placed them in boxes, which they had conveniently found inside the room. It took a couple of hours, but they finally finished with the books. Now it was time for them to wipe the windows and windowsills, which was the easiest thing to do.

"I want to paint these walls as well, get a little bit of graffiti on the wall showing that this is a room for music. I wonder who can do that," she said.

"I can do it. Not to brag, but I'm a bit of an artist, you see," he replied.

"Well, you'll be in charge of doing that job. Um, what else? Furniture-wise, I want it to sort of be like a studio, you know? So we'll add in a couple of couches to make it homey, then lockers so that students can place their stuff. Then a sound system, also surround speakers. After that, make the place dim, meaning we'll place blinds in. After that, we'll add LEDs that change colors. What do you think?" she explained.

"That's fine and all, but where are we gonna get the money for all of that?" Travis asked.

"Well, you might not believe this, but I'm a bit of a millionaire myself. Don't tell anyone, though. But I'm The Golden Girl," she said.

"Huh? Who the fuck is that?" he asked.

"Oh, I forgot that you're a young one, huh? Well, I used to be a nightclub DJ. I went by the name The Golden Girl. I was really good, got tons of gigs, worked with a lot of popular artists. It was essentially living the dream back then, but I got bored of it all, so I quit and became a music teacher."

"What the fuck is wrong with some people? Bro, why would you throw away the bag just so that you can be a normal motherfucker?" he thought.

TO BE CONTINUED