Lunch Time Love (R)
Kathy Steiner was amused by the image of hair nets and an abrasive personality as the bygone image of the lunch lady passed through her mind knowing that today's kids had quite a different experience when they were served their school lunch. Thankfully, the days of hairnets were gone. Most workers wore their hair pulled back with ball caps on their heads and they wore plastic gloves and red polo shirts while serving the food.
Kathy had been "a lunch lady" since the days when her daughter Judy was a student at Hillsboro Elementary School. Judy was now a sixteen year old high school junior but Kathy kept the part-time school gig because she found that being a "lunch lady" was actually a pretty fun experience. It was only two-and-a-half hours a day and it got her out of the house for a few hours a day.
Now in her tenth year at Hillsboro Elementary, Kathy enjoyed interacting with the young students and her devoted goal was to ensure they had a pleasant lunch experience every day from her friendly attitude while serving the food to the artwork that graced the walls of the school cafeteria.
A mostly self-taught painter, Kathy transformed the cafeteria into a deli motif with several eating murals on the wall and the lunchroom into a carnival image after she was asked to help spruce up the lunch room walls. She liked creating a different ambience in rooms and she was proud of her work.
Kathy hoped that the students were inspired by her artistic contribution. Perhaps she would be able to 'draw them out' and that they felt safe with her even it was only for three seconds when she looked them in the eye while serving them their food.
Unfortunately, Kathy's husband wasn't much thrilled with her staying on as a lunch lady after Judy moved on to middle school. He couldn't understand why his wife would want to demean herself with such a lowly position when he was bringing home six figures as a prominent Blue County lawyer.
Kathy had given up trying to explain her feelings to her husband who lived in his own world anyway. Their marriage had been on autopilot for years and she found that she related more to her lunch co-workers and the kids she served than she did to her husband's legal circles of prosecutors, judges, fellow lawyers and local politicians.
Kathy enjoyed seeing the young faces every day and she didn't mind when some of them came back to ask for seconds. She had become good friends with the cafeteria's fearless leader, Debbie, who was patient with the chatter and kept the staff on task efficiently. It was obvious that Debbie cared about the kids and her workers and she did a good job making sure the kitchen ran smoothly.
The crew fed more than a hundred kids a day which took a lot of effort and muscle. Kathy's arms received quite a daily workout from all the stirring and lifting of spoons, tongs, and food but she noticed that it didn't take long for the smiles of the kids to emerge when they received their meal and that made her feel good knowing that she was giving them something they enjoyed.
Kathy knew that she provided a stable presence in students' lives and that she was one of the few adults in the school the kids interacted with who didn't give them a letter grade! She enjoyed creating bonds with the students even though it was brief chats as they came through the lunch line. Still, those interactions could lift a student who needed a positive stroke in the middle of the day by offering sustenance in both food and spirit. Besides, the kids knew they needed to stay in the good graces of lunchroom staff or they might not get good stuff to eat!
All things considered, Kathy loved being a lunch lady and her resentment toward her husband increased with each passing year for his continued lack of support in her interests.
Kathy returned to Hillsboro Elementary School to begin another school year as a lunch lady. She reported for her first day of work two days before the start of school to get her marching orders from Debbie and to prepare the kitchen and lunch room for the first day.
Debbie was sitting at one of the lunch tables with a man Kathy did not recognize. Debbie was easy to recognize, of course, with her near orange hair and painted make up that made her look almost clownish.
"Oh, Kathy, there you are," Debbie said with a smile. "Say hello to Jenny's replacement."
"Jenny's gone?" Kathy asked with surprise as she looked at the man seated at the table.
"Yes, she accepted a new position at a different school," Debbie reported. "This is Sam Rogers."
Kathy had no idea what this guy was doing working as a lunch guy. There hadn't been a man working at the school lunch room in all the years she had been on duty there.
"Hello," Sam said politely, reaching out his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hello," Kathy replied as she accepted his hand. "Welcome to Hillsboro Elementary."
"It's a pleasure to be here," Sam replied with a grin.
Kathy took a chair next to him and waited for Debbie to fill them in on her plans for the day but her cell phone went off and Debbie excused herself to take the call, walking across the room with her finger in her ear.
"So," Sam said after a moment's pause. "How long have you been here?"
"This will be my tenth year," Kathy replied proudly.
"Wow!" Sam replied. "Good for you."
She peered at him with interest. "I know it's none of my business," she said after a moment of hesitation. "But what brings you here?"
He grinned. "Surprised to find a fifty-four year old guy signing up for this duty, huh?
He didn't look fifty-four. Although his blond hair was streaked with gray, it was still thick and shiny. He was athletically thin and his face didn't show the wears of age.
"No, no," she said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"I just retired from teaching over at the high school," he reported. Thirty-years was enough."
"Oh, maybe you know my daughter," Kathy said with interest. "She's a junior. Judy Steiner?"
"Oh, sure, Judy," Sam said with sincerity. "Good kid. Congratulations."
"Thanks." Kathy beamed proudly. Then she studied Sam for a moment longer. "But that still doesn't explain what you're doing here."
He laughed. "No, it doesn't," he agreed. Then he turned serious. "My wife passed away unexpectedly a few months before I retired," he explained. "The house is empty without her. I'm hoping this will be a welcomed distraction from the silence."
"Well, it's definitely noisy here!" Kathy laughed. "And I'm sorry for your loss."
Debbie returned from taking her phone call and she reviewed the rules, routine and expectations with Kathy and Sam. It was obvious to Kathy that Sam was an easy going, laid back, uncomplicated guy with low expectations and a sense of gratitude for landing the job. He was fun to talk to and he was a natural as a food service guy.
There wasn't much for Sam to learn and he picked up the basics from the start. Kathy was glad that he was a quick study because she didn't want to have to be bossing a guy who was older and much more experienced than her!
From the moment he picked up the serving spoon, Sam had the kids literally eating out of his hands. He was funny, personable, and friendly and he had a way of talking to the kids and not at them. Kathy loved serving along side of him because Sam made the day go by so much quicker and he made everything more enjoyable.
Kathy also liked talking with Sam. He greeted her with a cheerful hello the moment she walked through the door to start the shift, always interested to know how she was doing and what she had been up to. She found herself looking forward to chatting with him because he was genuinely interested in what she had to say.
When Sam found out that it was Kathy who had painted the murals in the cafeteria and lunch room he was full of compliments and excited appreciation. It tickled her that he was so impressed by her work and it made her feel good too. She couldn't even get her husband to come in to take a look at the murals and it had been three years since she had finished the project.
As the weeks of lunch serving passed, Kathy began to realize that she had a lot in common with Sam. They both loved the unstressed nature of their part time jobs, an escape from their normal routines and a chance to help out the community, the school system, and the kids they served.
Kathy had a similar sense of humor to Sam and she found herself laughing every time she came to work. She looked forward to seeing him, chatting with him, working with him, and being with him. He made her feel rejuvenated, important, supported, listened to, appreciated, and admired.
Was it immoral to be a married woman who felt attracted to another man after nearly twenty years of marriage? She wasn't sneaking around. She wasn't even being secretive or deceitful (yet). But with each passing school day, Kathy found herself becoming more drawn to the very notion of being around Sam. Was she willing to jeopardize the safe and secure life she knew just because she found some guy interesting and invigorating?
Was it because her marriage was in a rut that she felt rehabilitated by the energy that Sam brought to her life? He was different and new and she liked how she felt when she was with him. But this was only lunch duty, after all, but perhaps that was why she liked being with him. It was almost as if they were in an alternate universe when they were together: the lunch duty universe.
Kathy liked forgetting that she was the lawyer's wife when she was at Hillsboro Elementary School. She found her role as lunch lady much more satisfying and fulfilling. Nothing had happened between her and Sam and they weren't close to crossing the line so she wasn't sure why she was feeling tickly about all this. They weren't even flirting. They were just being friendly co-workers and interested conversationalists who got a kick out of serving food together.
Debbie had certainly not noticed anything 'familiar' going on between her two employees and when Kathy returned to her regular life outside of her lunch lady duties she quickly slipped back into her mundane routine as house wife to a preoccupied lawyer.
For his part, Sam was happy to be functioning again. He had been planning his retirement for years. He and his wife were going to take a year to travel before figuring out what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives, but just months before his last day on the job his wife was stricken and died two days later, sending his life into a freefall of depression and despair.
Sam somehow got through the rest of the school year as a widower although looking back on it now he had no idea how and he had very few memories of those final weeks that were now a blur.
Then he spent six weeks held up in his house doing nothing. It was only the intervention of a couple of friends that finally got him out of his prolonged funk and it was his sister who suggested that he should try to do some volunteer work to give his life purpose again.
A few days later, his eye caught the advertisement in the paper for part time lunch servers and he figured that was something that could give him an excuse to get out of the house for a few hours every day. He was thinking of writing a novel and had been researching his idea for the past few weeks but he wasn't sure if he had enough energy and commitment to actually sit down and take on the project.
Meeting Kathy had been the best thing that had happened to Sam since his wife's death. There was no denying that he was lonely, sad and feeling empty, but Kathy's smile and friendliness was a bright light in his otherwise dark days and he found himself looking forward to his lunch duties just for the opportunity to be with her for a few hours. He felt like a kid in high school again resenting the weekends when he couldn't see the pretty girls at school and looking forward to Mondays so he could be around them again!
Sam was especially taken by Kathy's art work on display in the cafeteria. She was a talented artist even though she was dismissive of her talents and he wondered if she would be interested in doing some work at his house. There was a hallway that looked rather barren and boring and it occurred to Sam that maybe a mural would brighten the space up.
He stopped Kathy one day at the end of the shift when she was heading for the door.
"Do you think you might be interested in painting a mural at my house for me?" He asked.
"Really?" Kathy asked with surprise.
"Sure," he replied with a smile. "I admire your work and I think you'd really bring life to this hallway in my house. I'll pay you a fair price for your labor."
"Oh, I couldn't take your money," Kathy replied with a blush. "Just pay for the supplies and I'll be more than happy to do it for you."
"Great!" Sam replied with enthusiasm.
They made plans for her to follow him to his house the next day to check out the space and discuss mural ideas. Kathy was blown away that someone would be interested in her work. It was the best thing that had happened to her in years.
At the end of the lunch shift the next day, Kathy followed Sam home. Ironically, he only lived a few blocks from the school in the flats section of town not far from Beano Field. The house was a one story ranch, attractive, well kept and quaint.
"My wife was into House and Gardens," he explained when Kathy complimented him on the appearance of the place.
There was evidence of her everywhere: in the paintings on the wall, in the furniture selections, and with the many photographs of her everywhere.
"What was her name?" Kathy asked the first day she was in the house, staring at a portrait of Sam's wife hanging over the mantle.
"Marlene," he answered with a sigh. "We met in college."
"She was very beautiful," Kathy observed.
"Yes, she was," Sam said quietly and Kathy could sense that he was a man still grieving.
He showed her the hallway he was thinking of having done. It was dark green and it really darkened the hall's appearance.
"Oh, this should be a much brighter color," Kathy said. "White or yellow."
"I was thinking of maybe having a baseball mural?" Sam said.
"Yeah, I played as a kid and coached later on," he said. "It's my favorite sport."
"Sure, I could do baseball," Kathy replied, studying the wall.
"Great!" He said with excitement.
So, after lunch duty on most days (which continued to be fun and interesting), Kathy followed Sam home and she spent a few hours working on the hallway mural. She used a Norman Rockwell painting as her model but the image that started to develop was much different than the master's work. She made sure that Sam was the batter and she put Marlene in the stands cheering him on. She also used other photographs she saw around the house to incorporate into the mural. Sam's Dad was the home plate umpire and Sam's son (Danny, now twenty-five and working in Boston) was the bat boy. She even worked herself into the mural, although she had herself half off the wall so it was only a partial image of herself. Debbie was also in the work, sitting in the stands talking on her cell phone!
Sam absolutely loved the mural as it developed. He'd sit in the hall and watch Kathy work. They talked and laughed and Kathy had never felt so relaxed working on a project before. She was quite proud of this particular mural as it grew close to completion and she was glad that she could bring some new life to Sam's quiet and empty house.
Kathy was beginning to feel sad when she realized that the mural was almost done. She had enjoyed her time working on the mural and sharing her afternoons with Sam and it had become natural to easily converse with him as they talked.
She knew a lot more about him now – his career as a respected and admired teacher, his coaching success as the Hillsboro High baseball coach (he coached his son), and his marriage to Marlene which sounded to be storybook romantic and solid.
Kathy thought about her own marriage and how stale and unsatisfactory it had become. She wished he still had the passion that Sam had for his dead wife and it embarrassed her to realize how disinterested she was in trying to bring some of that to her own relationship.
There wasn't much left to do with the mural but Kathy had stretched out the project a few extra days just for the excuse of going over to Sam's house following lunch duty. It was much more satisfying and enjoyable than going home to her empty house. Judy was usually involved in after-school activities or hanging out with friends and Kathy's husband was rarely home before six o'clock most nights so there was no hurry leaving Sam's.
Kathy wasn't sure what she saw in Sam. He was attractive but sad, smart yet humble, dangerous but somehow safe. He was dangerous because he had become her fantasy and her escape from her unhappy and unfulfilled marriage. She liked how he made her feel and she knew it was platonic but it still made her feel tingly anyway.
Kathy had come to Sam's house one more time although it was clear that the mural was finished. The hallway had been cleaned and she had to admit that the mural looked damn good.
"You did a good job," Sam told her as they stood together in the hall admiring her work.
"Thanks," she said proudly.
A smirk crossed his face as glanced at her. "I'll miss having you here," he admitted.
"It's been fun," she smiled.
He had taken a step toward her and she was surprised when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close in a squeeze. It was their first physical contact after all these months of being emotionally and spiritually close. But for some reason Kathy wasn't frightened or upset by the gesture. Instead, she rested her head against his shoulder.
"What are you going to do now?" She asked.
"I guess I need to get back to my stupid novel," he sighed. "I won't have the distraction of you being here every day."
"I guess not," she answered simply.
"I really enjoyed it though."
"Me too," she admitted freely.
Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks for everything," he said.
Kathy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back. She shoved him against the mural and kissed him harder, wrapped her arms and legs around him before kissing him again and then she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
"Oh, Sam," Kathy moaned.
He put his hands on her ass to hold her up and he continued kissing her back.
"You smell like the lunch lady," he teased.
They were both still in their lunch duty polo shirts, food stained and sweaty from their lunch work.
"I usually take a shower when I get home," Kathy told him.
"You could take a shower here if you wanted," Sam suggestively suggested.
"Okay," she agreed happily.
Sam kept his hands on her ass and kissed her until Kathy began undoing his belt and he unbuttoned the top of her shirt. Before either of them knew what was happening, they were both tearing at each others clothes as they continued to make out in desperation. Soon, almost without explanation, they were both nude, their clothes strewn across the hall floor and Sam was leaning Kathy against the wall, still holding her up by her now naked ass.
Kathy was moaning with excitement as she continued to kiss him and then she dropped out of his grasp and gripped the shaft of his penis which she began stroking.
"What about the shower?" Sam groaned.
"Later," she purred before dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth.
"Kathy!" Sam exclaimed with disbelief.
She pursed her lips on the shaft and slid her mouth back and forth while her hands stroked the shaft and his balls and she used her lips, tongue and mouth on his scrotum and penis.
She hadn't performed oral sex on her husband in years and she wasn't sure why she had so easily done it for Sam. Maybe she just wanted to make him happy after his many months of loneliness and grief. She almost felt like a school girl again doing something so risqué.
It didn't take the over-stimulated and surprisingly horny Sam to climax into Kathy's waiting mouth and she savored his cum as she continued to suck and stroke the shaft of his erection with one hand while gently caressing his scrotum with the other. Sam was having trouble staying on his feet as he leaned his head back against the mural and moaned with satisfaction.
When Kathy finally released Sam's penis from her mouth, she stood and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"That was nice," she whispered.
He took her by the hand and led her not into his bedroom but into the spare one that once belonged to his son. Kathy understood that perhaps he wasn't ready to take a new woman to the same bed he shared with his wife for so many years and she was okay with that, especially considering she was a married woman. She couldn't believe any of this was actually happening but she wasn't fighting it either.
Here she was a married mother of a teenage daughter completely naked with another man, having just performed oral sex on him like she was some teenager herself even though she was nearly forty years old. She sat on the bed and looked into Sam's eyes as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
"It's time for me to return the favor," he said sincerely.
She was embarrassed for the first time as she felt him put his hands on her two knees and slowly open her legs, exposing her middle aged crotch to him. He slowly moved between her thighs getting closer to her exposed womanhood.
"Oh," she said when she felt his breath on her pussy.
Then he surprised her by moving up her body and kissing her on the mouth before sliding his tongue against hers. While he kissed her, he slipped his hand over her breasts and then brought a hand between her thighs and touched her there while she moaned and gasped as she became further aroused.
Sam had his palms on Kathy's breasts, feeling her erect nipples. He kissed them and licked a trail from the lips of her mouth to her breasts while Kathy continued to moan while he played with her breasts and nipples with his tongue and fingers.
Slowly, he worked his mouth down between her legs, kissing and licking at her inner thighs before licking her slit which caused her to yell out as Sam pressed his mouth over her entrance and began licking his tongue up and down her opening, enjoying the taste of her that oozed from her.
Kathy moaned and panted as Sam used his tongue to orally pleasure her. After a few minutes, he inserted a finger and Kathy's response was quick as she thrust her hips off the mattress and within minutes she experienced an orgasm from a man other than her husband for the first time in more than twenty years.
Sam didn't wait for Kathy to catch her breath as he rubbed at her opening with his fingers and then brought the head of his erect penis to it and teased her a bit by getting some of her juices on his penis before penetrating. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust forward until his cock was fully lodged inside of her, ramming himself in and out of her while she reached down and rubbed at her clitoris to intensify the sensation.
Soon Kathy was having an intense orgasm and when Sam withdrew for a moment, she sat up and grabbed the shaft of his penis before pushing him off of her and onto the bed and climbing on top of him and impaling herself onto his erection. She was facing him as she bounced up and down while he kissed her and fondled her breasts until she had yet another intense orgasm while he released himself into her. Kathy finally collapsed on top of him with his cock still lodged in her pussy.
"Now we can shower," Kathy said when she finally caught her breath.
He felt himself slipping out of her and he felt disappointed. Kathy climbed off the bed and he followed her into the bathroom and the shower where the sensation of Kathy's nude body rubbing against him caused his penis to respond by hardening to another erection.
"Not bad for an old guy, huh?" Sam joked when she looked down to see how hard he was again.
She let him rub himself against her naked ass crack under the spray of the shower head.
Kathy drove home in a daze. She couldn't believe any of that had actually happened. When they were done with the shower, they dried each other off and kissed one final time before they walked naked to the hallway with the mural where Kathy collected her clothes and dressed. Sam wrapped a towel around his midsection and kissed her goodbye although nether said a word.
And now she was driving home to her husband having no idea why she did what she did with Sam. It had been spontaneous, sudden, unexpected, scandalous and shocking while at the same time amazing, exciting, thrilling, gratifying rewarding and the most pleasure she had felt in years. She hadn't enjoyed sex like that in a very long time and she was surprised when she felt no regrets about any of it as she pulled the car into the driveway of her house.
When she got to the school the next day, Kathy and Sam exchanged knowing smiles but neither was embarrassed or remorseful. She smiled when Sam asked if she wanted to come over at the end of the shift.
"Yes," she replied willingly.
And so that became their new routine, their new affair. They called it Lunch Time Love and it was as freeing and welcoming as Kathy could ever have imagined it being.
Three weeks into their new lunch time love experience, Kathy sat naked in Sam's lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist and took her lips in his. She giggled and kissed his neck when they were done with the smooching.
"This has been very nice," she remarked.
He was silent, looking away and staring into space.
"What's the matter?" She placed a hand on his cheek gently as his eyes filled with sorrow.
"You're getting ready to end this," he sighed, lifting her off of him and standing.
"No I'm not!" She insisted, standing and grabbing his arm. "Why would you think that?"
"This is just a fling."
"You mean the world to me," Kathy said, her eyes tearing up. "You know that."
She followed him from the spare bedroom into his bedroom and watched as he got dressed.
"I don't blame you," he told her, not looking at her.
"Blame me for what?" She asked in a low voice.
"For ending it," he sighed.
"I'm not ending it," she insisted.
"Maybe not today," he pointed out. "But you will."
"Sam, I hate the idea of hurting you," she confessed, stepping close to him and giving him a hug, suddenly feeling vulnerable being naked while he was dressed. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she left the room to retrieve her clothes in the other room.
"For what?" He followed her.
She kept her back to him as she slipped on her panties and bra before putting her lunch lady shirt and pants on.
"I don't know," she confessed with a sob before bolting for the bathroom and shutting the door before he could enter behind her.
She knew this wasn't a real relationship. It was a fling she was having behind her husband's back for mutual gratification. Sam was a lonely widower still in love with his dead wife and Kathy had no illusions about replacing her or leaving her husband for Sam.
When she was done relieving herself and brushing out her hair, Kathy left the bathroom and found Sam standing in the hallway staring at the mural.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," he said, not looking at her.
"It's okay," she said, studying the mural as she stood at his side. "I'm sorry if I upset you."
"You didn't," he said dejectedly. "I upset myself."
"You're a good man, Sam," Kathy told him. "But we both know this has to end. I can't leave my husband and you're not ready for me."
"Marlene is still with you," Kathy pointed out. "You won't even fuck me in your own bed."
She could see the pain in his eyes as he flinched from her crude comment.
"This is all that we'll ever be," she sighed. "Secret lunch time lovers."
"For how long?" He asked.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Sam."
She left without saying another word, returning home as the unfaithful wife. She lived in a handsome home that was at least three times the size of Sam's place. She wasn't sure if she was still in love with her husband and she didn't know if he was in love with her but she had a sixteen year old daughter still at home and a wedding ring on her finger and she was still a wife.
Sam was a wonderful distraction and an escape, a welcomed lover and he made her feel loved, at least during lunch time. She liked feeling wanted and she knew that she was temporarily filling the hole left by Marlene's death. She was okay with that. The sex was good, the friendship was important, and Sam's conversations made her feel like she was an interesting person.
Kathy stood in the kitchen making dinner in the empty house. Judy was out with friends as usual but her husband would be home soon. How ironic was it for the Lunch Lady to cook every night? If Sam was her lunch time lover, what did that make her husband at dinner time?
She heard her husband's car pulling into the drive and the automatic garage door opening. A few moments later, he entered through the back door to the kitchen with his large satchel in his hand.
"Hello," he said with his usual tired tone.
"Hello, Mike," Kathy answered. "How was your day?"
"Same old same old," he replied with a sigh, putting the satchel on the window seat. "You?"
"Fine," she said. "Pork chops okay?"
There was a silence as he watched her prepare the meal. She was surprised when his hands found her waist and he squeezed her tight. Demonstrative physical gestures like that had been few and fair between in recent times.
"You okay?" She asked.
"We haven't…well, we've been busy lately, haven't we?" He said.
"We've been in the routine," she clarified.
His hand found her cheek and he lifted her hand to kiss it. "We haven't had a decent conversation in forever."
"What is there to talk about?" She asked with a weak smile.
"Our daughter?" He asked. "Our relationship? Our family?"
"I didn't think you were interested."
"How 'bout a drink?" He suggested, stepping toward the door. "Martini?"
He disappeared from the room and thoughts of Sam raced through her mind, mostly of making love in his son's old room, the smell of their lunch duty still on their skins.
Mike returned a moment later with two martini glasses in his hand.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know what happened to us," he confessed, handing her the glass.
"I guess we've just gotten old," Kathy remarked.
"We're not that old, Kath," Mike was quick to point out.
He leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Maybe we're just….detached," he theorized.
"How so?" She asked as she greased the skillet.
"I have my life and you have yours and we kind of lost track of our lives together," he answered before he gave her another kiss as he stood next to her at the stove.
She turned and tentatively returned the kiss. "Maybe," she agreed.
He kissed her neck. "There used to be a time when we cared," he admitted. "I don't know what happened."
"I need to finish dinner," she said, pulling away.
"Of course," he said with disappointment, taking his drink and leaving the room.
She felt horrible, of course, but she couldn't make love to her husband hours after making love with her lunch time lover. She did have some morals left.
They mostly ate in silence that evening.
Kathy couldn't wait for the lunch shift to be over. She let Sam leave the school building first as always and then she drove to his house in a delayed fashion, parking on the street a few houses away and walking to his back door.
Sam was standing in the kitchen when she entered the house and he put his hands on her hips, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her into the living room where he gently placed her on the couch. Kathy wrapped her legs around his waist and she moaned when she felt his manhood poking at her.
"We need to get our smelly lunch uniforms off," she advised.
"Of course," he agreed.
They unbutton each others shirts and each pulled the other's off over their heads. Sam gently got rid of Kathy's bra and he began to suck on her breast while fighting to unsnap her pants. She helped him pull her pants and panties off her hips and down her legs.
"I never get tired of looking at you," he said with regard as he eyed her nudity.
She blushed like a school girl but looked at him longingly as he pulled down his pants and yanked down his underwear. She loved looking at him too.
She was surprised when he leaned over and scooped her up in his arms again.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer but she got teary eyed when he carried her into the master bedroom.
"Sam, are you ready to fuck me in your own bedroom?" She asked with amazement as he placed her gently onto the bed.
"No," he replied. "I'm ready to make love with you in my own bedroom," he whispered as he slipped onto the bed next to her.
"Oh, Sam," she sighed happily.
"I'm ready to move on, Kathy," he said quietly as he kissed her. "Are you?"
She stared at him. "I don't know," she admitted.
"Well, think about it," he requested
"I will," she promised as she let him make love to her.
It was the first time they fell asleep after making their post lunch duty tryst and it was dark when Kathy opened her eyes.
"Oh, shit," she groaned as she jumped naked from the bed. "I need to get home."
Sam stirred and glanced up at her. "I'm glad you finally stayed this long," he said.
"Are you crazy?" She asked with panic, peering down at him as she looked around for her clothes.
"We got naked in the other room," he reminded her as he wrapped a sheet around himself and followed her as she hurried into the living room.
She was standing naked in the shadows staring at him when he came into the room. "I would stay if I could," she said sadly.
"I know," he said with an understanding sad smile.
She got dressed quietly and gave him a kiss goodbye before heading for the front door.
"You're not coming back, are you?" Sam spoke.
She looked back at him with a pained look on her face. She broke into tears and rushed back to him, giving him a hug.
"Thank you for everything, Sam," she whispered before she darted from the house.
Kathy prayed hopelessly that perhaps Michael had a late night meeting or was otherwise detained as she sped home knowing she had no reasonable alibi to offer explaining her absence or why she was still in her lunch lady uniform nearly seven hours after her shift ended.
She was resigned to her own fate as she walked into the house that was well lit knowing that Judy wasn't the one who had turned them on. Sure enough, Michael was seated on the couch with a drink in his hand watching a hockey game on the television.
"I don't care who it is, end it now," Michael said as soon as she stepped into the room.
She didn't say anything in response as she went upstairs to take a shower. She stayed in her room for the evening and Michael never came up the stairs to join her.
In the morning, Kathy dressed and went downstairs to find her husband asleep on the couch. She awoke him before their daughter arose and he went upstairs to get dressed for work without saying a word to her.
Kathy called in sick for two straight days and when Debbie finally called to check in with her, Kathy announced her immediate resignation.
"I can't go back," Kathy announced tearfully.
Debbie didn't ask for details and she accepted Kathy's decision without argument.
"Thanks for everything you did for us all these years," Debbie said with professional appreciation. "You were a joy to work with and the kids loved you."
Kathy burst into tears knowing that her lunch lady identity that she cherished so much was now gone. It was a stiff price to pay but she knew the chances she took the first day she walked into Sam's house to check the hallway wall for a possible mural.
Oh, Sam. He knew the night she left that it was over and that he would never see her again. They started their lunch time love affair but she was a married woman and mother and although she had sinned her husband was willing to take her back and she wasn't about to walk away from him or her family no matter how special Sam was to her
It was nearly two years later when Kathy heard the radio plug for "local novelist Sam Rogers" who would be signing copies of his new book "Lunch Time Lover" at Johnson's Book Store in downtown Hillsboro.
She burst out in laughter and wiped a tear from her eye as she painted the new mural on the garage door. She'd have to send Judy (now in her first year at Blue County Community College) down there to get a copy of that book!
"What's so funny?" Kathy's husband asked as he stepped out of the back of the house to check on her painting.
"Oh, nothing, Mike," she replied with a smile.
"It's coming along well," Mike said, gesturing with his chin toward the mural.
"Thanks," she said proudly.