Anna's Australian Adventure [Closed]

[jeremiah1982]

Name: Jeremiah Stevens (or Mr. Stevens to his Students.)
Age: 32
Occupation: Speech & Drama Teacher, Rosenville High.
Status: Married.

For as long as he could remember Jeremiah had always wanted to be a teacher, it was his passion today and his lifelong dream when he was younger. In his twenties theatre had been his hobby, his way of unwinding after a stressful day at University it was also how he met the woman that became his wife. That was most likely why he agreed to move to Rosenville on such short notice, to have the chance to lead the private schools Drama programme was truly a unique opportunity, one that he intended to make the most of.

It was amazing how different he felt today compared to the same time last year, last year he was the new kid on the block he felt lost, nervous and a little out of place but as his car pulled in to the staff parking area he still had a smile on his face. His first production for the high School had been a renowned success and gained him favour with the school board and with all the nerves behind him he intended to buckle down and start pushing the envelope, he took great pride in his position and he had no intentions of losing the boards favour now.

As he turned off the car he could see that some students had already began to arrive, a giant swarm of white and green uniforms, he couldnt help but wonder what the first day would hold. He grabbed for his briefcase and the large script which he intended to use for the schools production.

This is to some an extent an attempt to restart a thread that never worked the first time around. As he moved through the school corridors he recognised a few faces, he'd become used to the cheeky grins and giggles from the female students but to the most part tried not to think anything of it it certainly wasn't unheard of for girls to have crushes on their teachers.

For the most part the rest of the day was largely a blur, he spent most of the morning locked away with the other staff from the drama and music departments discussing what he had in mind for this years production, it was a step away from their usual and something that was going to rely heavilly on the talents of their students, it was going to mean a lot of hard work on his part most of the staff recieved his idea's with excitement but he wouldnt really know anything until his drama class at the end of the day.

Lunch and the afternoon was reasonable uneventful and it wasnt until his drama class was looming that he started to feel those nerves, he could hear the voices coming from the room he forced a smile and made his way into class.

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[hereiam_1971]

Anna Mohr looked up at the door to the Rosenville high school and swallowed hard. Building up her nerve, she slid in step with the other students as they made their way into the contemporary building. As she glanced around, she saw that everyone else was dressed similarly to herself, the girls in dark green pinafores with white blouses; the boys in green shorts or pants with a matching blazer and tie.

Looking around she saw several of the other girls dressed more similar to the boys, and wished that her exchange parents, David and Molly Harrison, had been a bit more flexible with the outfits they had chosen for her. They had welcomed her with open arms not less than a month ago, when she had flown over shortly after Christmas, on December 28th to be exact. She had spent the first day in Melbourne celebrating her 18th birthday.
The Harrisons were a younger couple, but seemed to be rather conscious of the rules the exchange program had set on them. David was a banker, and Molly worked for the government in some capacity; Anna hadn’t really asked but she thought it was something to do with transportation. They had been very kind to her, since she had arrived from Atlanta; taking her to Sidney to see the opera house when they found out she was intensely interested in the performing arts.

So far, aside from the uniforms, the school seemed pretty similar to her high school in Atlanta, though to Anna there was one big difference. Here she was the new girl, the American girl, while back home she was popular and always in the thick of all of the social activities. While she was no cheerleader, nor much of an athlete; she was too clumsy for the organized sports, she always had the most popular boys at her seemingly beck and call.

Her schedule looked promising, mostly studies which she found interesting; history, English, music, and last but definitely not least drama. She loved drama, though it was not her career choice, the idea of being the center of attention was near and dear to her heart. She hoped that she would have a good teacher, and that he picked some fun productions.

As Anna entered her first class, some of her reservations began to fall away. She smiled at several of the students, and took a seat. She adjusted her glasses and found a syllabus on her desk. She scanned through the titles of the books they were supposed to read, having had read most of them already. This was going to be a snap, she thought.

The rest of the day went by quickly and by lunch she had met several girls her age, along with many boys that swung by to “just hear her southern accent.” She ate up the attention from them, and especially hoped for more from Robbie Martin, an athletic looking boy who was purported to be a rugby star. She was pleased to find him in most of her classes.

Anna’s final class of the day was drama. She walked into the class with Michelle Rodman and Robbie, chatting pleasantly with them, and slightly flirting with the boy. Her two new friends were taller than she was, at five foot even; she had found most of the students she had met were taller. Michelle was blond, in contrast with her own dark brown hair, which fell across her shoulders.

They were the first students in the classroom. Robbie pressed them to take a seat in the rear of the room, but Anna decided to sit closer to the front. Michelle joined her and they sat in the seats as the remainder of the class filled the room. There was no syllabus, and Anna was intent on what the teacher had planned for the class that year.

She sat whispering with Michelle, as the door to the class room opened and a sharply dressed man in his mid thirties entered the room carrying a stack of papers. He smiled towards the class, introducing himself as Mr. Stevens. Anna’s eyes were locked on the man and butterflies welled up in her stomach. She found it hard to concentrate on the rest of his words, her eyes watching his lips as they spoke.

Michelle thrust a stack of papers towards her and whispered, with a playful laugh, “He is gorgeous, isn’t he.” Anna, took her paper, and handed the stack to the student next to her, a thin goth looking girl. She quickly glanced over the syllabus, but her eyes were watching the teacher over the top of the paper as he finished his preparations for the class, before standing in front of them.

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[jeremiah1982]

Jeremiah talked casually as he looked out over the classroom full of students he would be working with in the coming months, he couldnt help but be amazed at what he saw Rosenville High had always been home to some attractive girls but there were a couple of this class that really pushed the envelope, given the show he had in mind that was going to prove to be a great assett, asuming they had the talent to back it up. Pushing the thought from his mind for a moment he paused and waited as the class handed around his prepared paperwork.

"I want to stress the importance of this project to the school, obviously most of you will be aware of the reputation this school has for its drama programme, I imagine thats why most of you will be here today."

The students were all so quiet, he couldnt help but be surprised by how much attention they were paying especially one of the newer faces in the front row, he recognised Michelle from last year, even Ariel a girl with black hair and pale skin. But he certainly sisn't recognise the new girl, there was something about her that caught his eye but he dismissed the thought once again as he began taking them through the plan for the year ahead. the production of course was not a maditory part of the Drama course but a very important extra corriculor activity, it was however very rare for students to elect to miss it, especially given that it got them out of some of their more 'boring' subjects. Though he didn't approve of the motivation he did appreciate that it filled his talent requirements.

"We have a lot to cover throughout the year ahead of us, in this class alone you'll be touching on poetry, monologues, duologues and much more. Some of the work you will faced with will be challenging and some of it potentially beyond you at first. Everything I have put together is designed to push you and to challenge you, I expect nothing less than your best."

He began to pace back and forth, he felt a little awkward barking out what appeared to be orders, it wasnt really the style of teaching he liked but he felt it was important to start the year with a strong ground of who was in charge and who would be giving the orders.

"But I can see by the look in your eyes that you are waiting on something. So how many of you have heard of the musical... Chicago."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Anna finally broke her eyes away from Mr. Stevens and scanned the syllabus. It was as she had expected, some competition speaking, some interpretive reading, many of the same things she had done back in her high school in Atalanta. Mr. Stevens started explaining the course, and she looked up from the paperwork again.

As Anna listened Mr. Stevens went down the list of activities as well as their weight on the final grade. She was confident that she would be able to handle all of the tasks that he had planned for the year. She had already picked out a monologue, one she had actually done last year, and hoped it would be acceptable.

Again she stole a glance at Mr. Stevens, she liked the way that the teachers here at Rosenville dressed, and she thought that Mr. Stevens had one of the smartest suits she had seen. He was incredibly handsome in it, and looked much more sophisticated than the boys. As she was studying him, she heard him get to the part about extra credit.

At this Anna perked up, she prided herself in having a good GPA. Her only “B” grade classes had been a couple of math classes, and thankfully she had taken all that had been required. As she listened, she realized that the extra credit was going to be taking part in the school production. Her heart skipped, she loved acting, and hoped that it was a production she was used to. She saw Michelle lean forward as well, and she knew that she would at least have someone she knew in the cast or crew.

Eagerly, Anna waiting, as Mr. Stevens went on about how important the production was to the school. She was more interested in what it was going to be. He seemed to start being a stickler on the requirements, and he hadn’t even told them what it was going to be. Anna hoped for a musical, or a drama, she didn’t care for a lot of the slapstick type comedies that were prevalent as the non-musical production back home. She rarely participated in the cast opting for the crew in those productions.
She was relieved when Mr. Stevens finally got to the point. As he said the name of the production her stomach dropped, her excitement welling up. Chicago. She loved that musical; she could barely keep her excitement contained. While her school had never attempted it, she had watched the movie tons of times, and had even had the opportunity to see a production of the show that a traveling troupe had put on in Atlanta.

She realized she was no longer even listening to Mr. Stevens. Her excitement over the selection cause her to space out the remainder of his introduction. She was torn on which character she like better Roxie or Velma. Catherine Zeta-Jones’s portrayal had been one of the things that had gotten her interested in music, dance and acting. But Roxie was the star of the show. She knew both characters lines from the movie by heart, and felt she could portray either of them. Her only fear was the dancing; she had taken dance lessons for years, but she never excelled at it like she did singing or speaking.

She leaned towards Michelle, and whispered. “This is so exciting.”

Her new friend whispered back, “I know, I love that show.”

“Wonder when they are going to do auditions?” Anna quietly asked.

“Usually in a couple of months,” Michelle replied, “the show is generally before the mid term break, though it might be a bit later, this one will take a lot of work.”

 

[jeremiah1982]

Jeremiah was actually a little surprised to see how intently the class was listening, especially two of the girls in the front row, seemingly hanging off every word that he said, the mysterious new girl especially. Judging by the reaction to his announcement practically everyone of the students infront of him would be auditioning for Chicago, thatw as good because he'd need the numbers. His eyes kept trailing back to the right the mysterious new girl kept grabbing his attention, he couldn’t entirely explain why, just the way she was looking at him perhaps. Maybe its just the fact she was a new face.

“As I'm sure you can imagine, Chicago is going to take a lot of work, its not just a musical its one of the biggest musicals. This means we'll be getting in to things earlier than usual, auditions are going to be in 3 weeks time.”

He watched the expressions on the students faces, many of them clearly wasn't too keen on starting to quickly but if he was going to have the show ready on time he was going to need to extra time.

“When your leaving after class you will find a sign up sheet on the door, everyone will be given a week to put their names on the list. This really is a big deal guys, its going to be a lot of hard work but I can promise you... This will be one show you will remember for the rest of your life. You have till the end of school friday to register.”

Jeremiah stopped moving, paused for a second and then smiled as he took his seat at the front of the class.

“Okay, so we've got some returning students but I can also see a few new faces, so why dont we do a little get to know eachother exercise. I want your name, what you preferred to be called, what brought you to Drama this year and the colour of your toothbrush.. I'll start, my name is Jeremiah Stevens, unfortunately the school dictates that you have to call me Mr Stevens. I am of course your teacher and my toothbrush is blue.”

And with the same warm inviting smile he turned to Michelle.

“Would you like to start us off?”

 

[hereiam_1971]

As Michelle and Anna whispered among themselves, completely tuning out the teacher, Anna caught Mr. Stevens giving them that look. She turned away from Michelle, her attention back on the teacher. The more she stared at him, the more she convinced herself that he was probably the most handsome teacher she had ever had. As she watched him, she saw his eyes keep flashing her way, and every time she caught his glance she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

Mr. Stevens was back on track; his attention focused on the entire group of students. She watched him raptly as expressed his own enthusiasm for the production. She could tell he was really interested in it, his voice, which by the way she loved; the accent, his cadence, its tone, had increased in speed. She quickly glanced around the room and saw that her fellow students were equally as engrossed in their teacher’s words as she was. Then he dropped what equated to a bombshell.

“…auditions are going to be in 3 weeks time.” When he spoke, she heard a rustle in the seats behind her. The whispering between students became a small roar. She leaned over to Michelle, who had an incredulous look on her face.

“Three weeks,” she whispered, sounding to act somewhat horrified. In fact, she felt she was in good shape, as she had been attend the last semester of school in Atlanta, her voice was still in good shape from the production of Cats that they had put on prior to Christmas.

“Yeah,” Michelle whispered back, sounding horrified.

Again, she caught Mr. Stevens looking at them, and she separated from her new friend, her eyes facing back to the front of the class. Mr. Stevens waited for the rest of the class to settle down before he started speaking again. While he spoke, Anna couldn’t stop thinking about which of the two characters she wanted to portray. Roxie was the main character, but Zelma was so so sexy.

She heard him call Michelle’s name, and she popped her head up realizing that she had been staring down at her notebook, a big heart drawn on it. She realized she had no idea what was going on, and when Michelle stood up, she panicked; hopefully she would be able to figure out what the class was doing.

Michelle was already speaking. “Michelle Adams and I love drama. This is my second year taking this course, and my toothbrush is also blue.” As Michelle spoke, Anna breathed a sigh of relief; it was just an introduction game. She waited for Michelle to finish and start taking her seat, before she stood by her desk, turned to face the class and spoke clearly.

“I y’all, I’m Anna Mohr, I’m an exchange student from Atlanta Georgia. I’ve been involved in acting, singing and dancing since I was in junior high. And... uh…” she felt her mind go blank, she couldn’t remember what color her toothbrush was. “And… oh… my toothbrush is green.” She felt her face go red as she stumbled over the simple question; quickly taking her seat, hearing the giggles of the other students.

The rest of the class went through the exercise without incident. There were a total of thirty two students in the class. It seemed that about a fourth of them were in the class for actual drama, the rest as some kind of skate class, Anna surmised. Still most of them seemed friendly, except for the embarrassing moment where they had laughed at her for the toothbrush.

After the last student had introduced himself, a tough looking boy in the back of the class named James, Mr. Stephens seemed to relax. The rest of the period went by quickly as he began to talk about the history of drama. Anna knew about the thespians in ancient Greece, but she listened intently anyways, Mr. Stevens catching her full attention.

 

[jeremiah1982]

“In Australia early theatre consisted mainly of english-style musical theatre, comedies and pantomimes that took on local themes, the disordered fun of the theatre gave the settlers a break from the very stressful life they were forced to lead, and considering Australia was supposed to be a penal colony at the time it seems quite ironic when we look back today.”

He continued to look around the room, surveying the students reaction to his lecture, for the most part it was fairly typical, all except once again for the mysterious Anna , she was clearly listening, very intensely. He found himself biting his lip.

“The theatre continued to build throughout Australia as the Goldrush hit in 1850, Melbourne's Princess Theatre was build in 1892 and is still considered to be the focus of Australian Theatre today.”

As Jeremiah continued to talk he noticed one thing that was starting to bug him and it wasn't the first time he'd noticed either, the mysterious new girl Anna and Michelle had been chatting on and off throughout the entire class, that just distracted him further, and the more he looked in her direction, the more he noticed her stunningly good looks. Thankfully he knew that class was coming to a close soon, but he was definitely going to have to talk to those two after class had ended.

“One of the first assignments we shall be going through will be duologues, I will pair you off in the next class and you will be given a duologue that will need to be performed infront of the class next week. But that is for tomorrows class”

And with seemingly perfect timing the bell rang to signal the end of school for the day.

“Michelle Anna, hold back I need to get a word..”

 

[hereiam_1971]

Mr. Stevens was discussing the history of the theater in Australia and in Melbourne in particular. Anna watched with rapt attention, until he started talking about the Princess Theater. As he was speaking about it, she again leaned into Michelle and whispered. “Where is this theater Michelle, I’d love to see it.”

Michelle whispered back. “It’s on Spring Street, and it’s gorgeous. I got to see Hairspray there in December.”

Anna was about to continue when she again noticed Mr. Stevens was focused on her. His expression didn’t seem angry; if anything he seemed to look somewhat longingly in her direction. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she felt the handsome teachers eyes on her. She looked down at the desk top and saw him look out to the class. The clock behind him showed her that it was getting very close to the end of the period, and while the stolen glances from Mr. Stevens put her a bit on edge, she found that she was enjoying the attention.

She loved attention from boys, she had had many beaus back in Atlanta, but this was the first time she had even considered herself attractive to a man, and with a small tingle in her stomach, she thought ,‘and such a good looking man.’ Still she had never had many relationships, most of the boys she dated were not content with the oral sex or hand jobs, that she willingly gave, but instead often pushed her to go further. So far none of them had succeeded, and she had often been labeled a tease.

As she tuned back into the class she heard Mr. Stevens wrapping up the session. He listed the activities for tomorrow, and she was hoping that she would end up with Robbie. As the bell sounded, Anna was already preparing to make a bee-line to the sign up board. She had decided that she would sign up for either role; surely she would get one or the other. Just as she was sliding out of her seat, she heard Mr. Stevens clear his throat and call out her and Michelle’s names.

Again she felt her cheeks begin to burn as the remainder of the class stopped for a moment, obliviously trying to listen in on what kind of trouble she was in. Her eyes met Michelle’s, as she slowly stood up, clutching her laptop bag to her chest. Michelle’s face was as red as hers felt, and together they shuffled to the front of the classroom. Glancing over her shoulder, Anna saw that the remainder of the students had resumed their exodus from the classroom, and the last student walked into the hallway, she and Michelle were standing in front of the teacher.

 

[jeremiah1982]

He watched from the front of the class as the students all began to leave, some of them far too quickly, the rest of them taking their time, one by one they all left trying not to snicker at the two girls left behind. He waits for a moment, just looking at them from the front of the class, the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass the girls by allowing their class mates to hear as he spoke his mind.

“Anna you look worried, don't be, I'm sure Michelle will testify that I'm a fair man but I am not a man that's going to be walked over either.”

Jeremiah moved toward them, he was trying to walk a fine line, making his point but without being a tyrant, it wasn't easy, probably the one part of teaching he hated.

“Clearly your both excited about the show, I could see the passion in your eyes but if your going to talk about it I will not tolerate it during my class, do you understand? This is my classroom, you need to remember who is in charge... And then we'll get along just fine... Right?”

As he spoke to them he couldn’t help but admire them, they may have been talking but they had the right looks for the roles, only time would tell if they had the talent to back up it.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Anna tried not to look worried as she and Michelle stood in front of Mr. Stevens. She caught a whiff of his cologne, fresh, slightly spicy, and felt butterflies in her stomach. She stared at the ground, at the tips of his toes as he began to speak to them. “Anna you look worried, don't be, I'm sure Michelle will testify that I'm a fair man but I am not a man that's going to be walked over either.”

As he spoke, she slowly raised her eyes, following up his leg and across his body. The butterflies increased as she realized how close she was to the man. Then her eyes rested on his face, and she was all but staring into his eyes. She didn’t see any real anger in them; in fact, she thought he looked more than a little apprehensive at the idea of having to scold them.

Anna gave him a half smile, hoping that Michelle was focused on him, rather than her own reaction to her teacher. She saw him catch her eye, and she stared into his for just a moment, before dutifully dropping them again, in deference. She listened as he continued, nodding at the appropriate intervals, to show him that she was sorry.

When he finished, Anna again glanced up, trying to meet his eyes again. He met her gaze, and she almost shivered, she knew what she was feeling, and couldn’t fathom why this man had turned her on so much. She had never been attracted to older men, knew she didn’t have any form of Daddy complex, but Mr. Stevens definitely was pushing her buttons.

To her left, Michelle had turned and started toward the door. Anna smiled at the teacher, and pushed her shoulders back, just a bit, in an effort to accentuate her bosom. She tried to think of a reason to remain where she was at, close enough to this man to smell his cologne, but all she could stammer out, in a low voice, was.

“Mr. Stevens… uh… I was wondering if you could tell me what I can do to for … well for, like an extra credit.” She felt her face blush as she knew how corny the line sounded, but she had to remain in his presence. The butterflies were fluttering harder, and she felt a dampness in her panties. She noticed how clear his eyes were, and felt the blush start burning her cheeks.

Behind her, she heard Michelle call her name. Turning she almost fled towards her new friend, away from her teacher. Michelle was at the door, looking for the sign up sheet. Mr. Stevens had apparently not got it taped to the door yet, and Anna all but pushed her blond friend out the door. But before leaving, she turned back, to look at her teacher again, wanting to catch his eyes.

 

[jeremiah1982]

He stuck to his guns until he was finished, and unlike most students they actually appeared to be listening, or at least Anna was. A good sign, it displayed that she was willing to take direction, Michelle was listening as well but that was not shocking. He held his composure quite well or at least he had thought so, he'd even found himself looking in to the eyes of Anna a couple of times which, he tried not to think about. Once he was finished he gave them a chance to reply but nothing was said, Michelle moved on quickly but Anna held herself back. He was happy with it all right up until the question.

“Mr. Stevens… uh… I was wondering if you could tell me what I can do to for … well for, like an extra credit. “ She asked.

Jeremiah hesitated but only for a second, it seemed enough however because more or less the instant she asked she was gone. Jeremiah was left shocked for a moment, did she actually mean to ask THAT question? Again he tried not to think about it but that was when he felt it, the movement that all teachers fear. His cock twitched and he swallowed nervously, he checked them carefully, they were more or less out of the classroom and so quickly he attempted to adjust himself through his slacks before it was too obvious.... Thats when she looked back at him. He blushed and moves his hands to his waistband, pretending to adjust his slacks... A simple and ineffective attempt to disguise what he'd been doing or more accurately what he was attempting to hide.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Anna followed Michelle through the slowly emptying hallway. Her new friend was chatting away about something, as she headed for their lockers, but Anna was still thinking about her last glance at Mr. Stevens. She still felt stupid; the question she had asked was so out of context, why couldn’t she had come up with something better? Something, that wouldn’t make her look like a cheap hussy, he probably thought of her now as one of those ditzy girls who used their appearance to get what they wanted.

Michelle had stopped and was talking directly to her, “Anna, did you hear me? Earth to Anna.” Anna popped her head up, looking directly at Michelle’s face. The girl giggled, and continued. “I was asking if you wanted to go to mall, we could find you something a little bit more…” Michelle’s eyes traveled over the jumper, “a bit more fun.”

Anna smiled gratefully, as she opened her locker, and took out her backpack, placing the text books she needed for the evenings homework inside and zipping it closed. “Sure, I’d love to go, let me just call home and let Molly know where I am,” she replied as they simultaneously closed their locker doors, a clang emanating through the hallway.

Anna returned to the recently renovated terraced home that the Harrisons lived in at right before dinner. She and Michelle had spent the last couple of hours combing the mall for more appealing items, which would meet the schools dress code. Happily, she placed three large bags of clothes on her bed, before removing the jumper and tossing it in the back corner of the closet. ‘Good riddance,’ she thought, as she slid into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which sported the Georgia Tech Yellow-Jackets mascot.

AT dinner, the Harrisons were attentive, asking how her first day at Rosenville had fared. She told them about Michelle, her classes, and when asked replied. “I really enjoyed drama; we are going to do a production of Chicago.” She also told them about her interest in the swimming team and choir. After dinner she finished her homework.

Later, she stood in front of the large mirror, preparing to go to bed. Before sliding her oversized Mickey Mouse t-shirt over her shoulders she stood nude in front of the mirror, and thought about Mr. Stevens, remembering her last glance at him, before she had followed Michelle through the door. Had he really been adjusting himself, had she given him a hard-on? The thought sent a wave of excitement through her stomach, and she almost found herself touching her own pussy.

Hearing one of the Harrisons in the hallway, she quickly dropped her nightie over her head, and slipped between the covers. She listened as the light footsteps; she guessed it was Molly, receded into the bathroom across the hall. Then she reached down, and slowly began to run her finger up and down her dampening pussy. As her finger dipped in, she remembered the scent of his cologne, the Australian accent that seemed to sound so sexy on him, and finally remembered the way he looked at her as she looked back at him.

The next day, as Anna and Michelle walked to their first class, they passed by Mr. Stevens room and saw the signup sheet posted on the board by the door. Michelle boldly walked up and wrote her name on the top of the sheet, before looking back to Anna and motioning her over. Anna glanced at the closed door, remembering the thoughts she had had last night as she rubbed herself under the covers, and blushed. Swallowing hard, she took the pen from Michelle and signed her name on the second line.

The rest of the school day went by fast, and as the day progressed, Anna began to feel a sense of excitement at the idea of seeing Mr. Stevens again. In English, she couldn’t help but continue to stare at the clock, as the big hand slowly rotated around the face. Finally, the bell rang, and she slipped quickly, through the throng of students, and to the drama classroom.

Just as Anna opened the door, she remembered the fool she had made of herself yesterday afternoon. She hesitated, and then heard Robby and Michelle’s voices coming from behind her. Michelle, tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a puzzling look. “Mr. Stevens doesn’t hold a grudge, Anna,” she said, “He’ll have forgotten all about yesterday.”

Almost shocked, Anna continued to stare at her blond friend, had she heard her childish remark yesterday, Anna had thought she was out of earshot. Michelle returned the look and continued. “He won’t punish us again, don’t worry, he’s a great teacher.”

Anna sighed in relief, pushing the door open as the rest of the students began to approach down sides of the hall. She instantly looked to the desk in the front of the room, but Mr. Stevens was not waiting for them. Michelle brushed by her, and she followed the blond to their seats from the day before. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Robby plopping down in one of the rear chairs.

Anna took her seat, and turned to face her friend. Her eyes kept flashing to the door, as Michelle started to tell her about a boy from another class, a transfer student from Sydney. The room filled, and she felt her heart pound as behind a tall athletic girl, she saw Mr. Stevens enter the class room. Her eyes followed, as he closed the door, and made his way through the center of the room.

Michelle had stopped talking and was thumbing through the assigned textbook, as Anna turned her head to follow the teacher’s easy gait between the desks. Then he was by her desk, the same cologne floating through the air, as the man’s suit pant brushed her arm. He looked down, for just a moment, and she flashed a smile at him, her teeth barely visible between the red of her lipstick.

Then he was in front of the class, his easy manner evident as he leaned back against the large metal desk at the head of the room. Anna felt herself try to will him to look her direction. She had traded yesterday’s plain jumper for a green and red tartan skirt and the requisite jacket. She had picked up a white cami, which peeked out from under her more conservative shirt, which was unbuttoned just enough to show the cream lace over her breasts.

She watched as Mr. Stevens eyes scanned the class; possibly mentally taking role? She saw him pass over the row behind her, and her breath caught. Then he was glancing down to her left, and then she saw his eyes rest on her. She let her breath out slowly, as she tried to catch his gaze with hers, a slight blush on her lips. Then he was passed her and on to the rest of the class.

Anna glanced down, her book still closed in front of her, and tried to understand what she saw. Had he paused? Or had he just counted her seat and moved on to the next student? She slowly opened the book, and looked up, waiting for him to start the class.

 

[jeremiah1982]

The bell may have rung to signal the end of school but Jeremiah still had at least another hour of work before he could even think of calling it for the day, but that was the price of being a teacher, over worked and underpaid, but then maybe he didn't do it for the money.

Upon reaching home Jeremiah kissed his wife, sat down enjoying a good meal, for the most part it was a rather uneventful night, Jeremiah kept himself in control... That was until bed time, Jeremiah had been frustrated all day. Like a man possessed Jeremiah too fucked his wife like it was their wedding night all over again

“Oh god darling, where did that come from”

Jeremiah could only smile and with a wink managed to say the right thing.

“Darling, there's just something about you that inspires me”

Jeremiah felt increadibly guilty the next day, ashamed that he had allowed himself to become so aroused rom something so simple, he attempted to put it behind him as he started the class the next day, standing at the front of the room he couldnt help but smile, he knew what he had planned was a little different, but he also knew what it would mean should they chose to use the opportunity he was giving them for the right reasons...

“Well today is where everything changes, today is where your first major assignment begins, in a moment you're all going to be given the chance to chose from a selection of monologues, and what you will be doing is finding a quiet place to start your preparations. You are welcome to leave class, but before you decide to slack off, you should know that an ainitial performance will be expected on friday.”

He watched the kids for their reactions, many of them conflicted, deciding if they'll actually follow through with what he expected them to or not... And then hs eyes found Anna's, he blushed.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Anna felt her stomach tighten as Mr. Stevens’ face flushed. She really liked the idea that he, an older man found her to be as attractive as she did him. Just like yesterday, he spoke to the class, but every time his eyes went her direction they seemed to linger just a little longer than the time before. Each time he did this, she put on what she felt was her best smile.

Upon his announcement of the research project, the classroom emptied. Michelle stood and began to exit; halfway to the door she turned back to Anna, an inquisitive look on her face. “I’ve already picked out my monologue,” Anna explained, “I just need to run it past Mr. Stevens. I’ll catch you after so we can go to the mall or something.” The explanation seemed to satisfy Michelle, and she turned and headed out the door to the library.

Anna watched the rest of the class exit, her eyes flickering up every so often to watch her teacher. When the final student had left the class room, she shuffled through her notebook, finding the small pamphlet entitled ‘Queen of the World’. “Mr. Stevens,” she said, as he looked up from his paperwork. “I was wondering if you had time to review this monologue that I have. I believe that it meets the criteria you laid out in your handbook.”

As she spoke, she slowly slid out of the chair. Her skirt pushed up to the top of her thigh high stockings, and as soon as she saw his gaze drift down, she pushed the skirt back down covering the place where the bare flesh of her thigh met the white elastic of the stocking. His eyes flickered back up to her face, and she knew she was blushing; the butterflies in her stomach had started to flutter and she slowly moved towards him, holding out the pamphlet.

He took it, and began thumbing through the pages, as she moved around the desk to look over his shoulder. “I know it’s a little bit long, but you did say up to ten minutes on the handout.” She was now speaking almost directly into his ear, her breath warm against his lobe.

He finished skimming through the monologue, and sat it down on the table. “Please, Mr. Stevens,” she cried, “please, I really enjoy that one.”

 

[jeremiah1982]

OOC: Sorry, been having some net issues but everything is finally back online...
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He swallowed nervously as he watched the entire class leaving, every student but one... That one, the one he felt guilty about every time he saw her, a feeling that perplexed him considering that he would never allow anything happen.

“I've already picked out my monologue. I just need to run it past Mr. Stevens. I’ll catch you after so we can go to the mall or something.”

He smiled a little relieved when he heard Anna's explanation to her friend, clearly he'd been worried over nothing, as the last of the students left the room and then just as he was starting to relax again he caught an odd look in her eye as she looked up at him, a look that make him nervous all over again.

“Mr Stevens”.

He turned from his paperwork quickly, attempting to look as though nothing was worrying him.

“I was wondering if you had time to review this monologue that I have. I believe that it meets the criteria you laid out in your handbook.”

He watched in amazement as she rose from her chair, her skirt pushing upwards to the top of her thigh, he didn't even realise how obvious his gaze was until she pushed it back down, he quickly returned his eyes to her face but he was pretty much sure she must have noticed. Yet again he felt his cock begin to twitch, thankfully he had the desk to hide the 'growing' predicament. He slowly looked up over his shoulder, a little shocked that she was already behind him leaning over his shoulder, he took the pamphlet from her and fingers through the material. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could he heard her voice in his ear, her breath on his neck... He couldn't help but wonder what she'd be thinking if she knew what it was doing to him, adjusting himself in his chair to hide his hardened cock.

“I know it’s a little bit long, but you did say up to ten minutes on the handout.”

It was a challenging piece for a number of reasons and probably wouldn't have been his first choice. He slowly placed the pamphlet down on his desk and started to turn back to her.

“Please, Mr. Stevens, please, I really enjoy that one.”

He found himself biting his lip, finally he spoke to her, giving her the answer she wanted perhaps a little too easilly...

“Of course.”

For a moment he forgot about his predicament and as he grabbed the pamphlet again he began to spin the chair around but quickly stopped as he realised she might see the tent that had formed, biting his lip he stopped, hoping she wouldnt look down and notice.

 

[hereiam_1971]

As Mr Stevens, uttered the words, “Of course,” Anna beamed him a huge smile.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed as he handed the pamphlet back to her, and started to spin in his chair. She felt her heart start to pound in her chest as she caught a glimpse of his lap. She stifled a giggle; he had an erection. She tried to keep her eyes on his; noticing his discomfort as just as quickly he spun the chair back around, placing his feet under his desk.

A thrill coursed through her body, as she comprehended that it was her who had made his cock hard. The idea pleased her and the thoughts of the naughty act she had performed thinking of him the night before sent small tingles through her body. She felt her body heat begin to rise, as she realized she wanted more from him.

She leaned back against his desk, trying to push her small breasts out. “Oh, another thing Mr. Stevens.” She said as she hoisted herself on his desk, “I decided that I would like to try out for either Roxie or Velma, I signed up on the sheet on the door.” As she spoke, she hopped up on the edge of his desk, “I think I could do either part, and I love Chicago.”

She started to hum, then her sing, her voice in perfect pitch, “If you’d have been there, if you’d have seen it.” She stopped another large smile on her face, “I already know all the lyrics, I’ve seen the movie about a hundred times.” She hopped off the desk, her skirt flying up above her stocking; before fluttering back down. “Think about it, please Mr. Stevens.”

She hoped he would swing around again she wanted to see him strain against the cloth of his trousers. She wondered what he would do if she reached down; she wanted to feel him filling her hand. She stood by him for another moment, letting him feel her presence hoping that the sexual energy she was feeling transferred to him.

 

[jeremiah1982]

For a moment he felt helpless, a strange feeling that made him very quite uncomfortable, he felt himself watching her eyes dip down, or did he? He wasn't entirely sure, as he moved back under the desk he found himself staring, as much as he tried not to as she slowly walked to his desk and leaned back against it, he couldn’t help but admire her breasts but he couldn’t exactly explain why his eyes were drawn to them so suddenly. He couldn’t help but think how lethal this girl could be if she knew what she was doing to him. His cock was no longer just hard but it was literally aching to be touched, this just made him feel even more. Suddenly he realised she was saying something, he had to force his eyes back to her face, what on earth had come over him? She didn't seem to react, perhaps she hadn't noticed. He watched her every movement as she expressed her interest in the two main roles and his cock twitched at the very thought of her body in the costumes, he found himself biting his lips. In an attempt to regain some composure he shook his head, trying to regain his sense of self control. And then he watched her hop of the desk, her skirt rising just enough to show off those incredible legs of hers.

“Think about it, please Mr Stevens.”

He watched her as she moved, barely even aware that he was swinging his chair back around as he followed her. Think about it? No, he had to base his decitions on talent, not on... whatever this was he found himself distracted by. He attempted to clear his mind again, shaking his head. His chair completely out from his desk, his predicament in full view. Completely forgetting about having to hide anything he remained in full view..

“I'm excited to see you showing so much interest in the class”

He looked up at her, his poor attempt at trying to regain control of the conversation... His eyes moved to her body again, his body was betraying him. But had she realised? And what would happen if she had..?

 

[hereiam_1971]

Anna smiled as his chair rotated around, the rise in his pants clearly evident; she was aware of her own arousal, the dampness between her legs, the press of the cloth of her brassier against her hardening nipples.. Even as she saucily walked to her assigned desk she revisited the urge to turn; run back to him. Every step she took sent a sensual jolt through her body as the material of her panties rubbed against her damp sex. Reaching the desk she turned; disappointment pushed her other emotions aside. Her line of sight was now was blocked by the desk.

She had felt his eyes on her the entire time, and a flush grew on her face. “I love the class,” she answered in response to his statement. “I have already submitted my application to Julliard, in the drama department, but with the acceptance rate there, anything helps.” As she spoke she stepped backwards and the back of her thighs hit her desk; sending her materials to the floor. She quickly turned to look at the scattered books while she silently admonished herself for her clumsiness.

Without thinking she dropped to her knees and began gathering the books and paper that was now strewn between her desk and Michelle’s. Piling the debris next to her she spied her green pen where it had rolled up against the far leg of Michelle’s chair. Leaning forward on her palm, she grasped for the cylindrical object; her bottom rose above her body as she stretched forward.

As she grasped the pen in her hand, she realized the position she was in. Hastily, she righted herself back onto her knees; pressing her skirt back down against her thighs. Her face burned hot as she carefully stood up, her books in hand and without a look ran towards the door to the hallway. Outside the room, she stopped, her back pressed against the wall as she tried to control her breathing.

Again, she was acutely aware of her body’s reactions to Mr. Stevens. Her nipples throbbed against her brassier as her chest heaved. She reached between her legs, feeling the gusset of her panties and was horrified to find the cloth damp. She hoped that Mr. Stevens hadn’t seen how aroused she was when she was looking for her pen. She looked to her right; at the door to his classroom, then hurried down the hallway to the library, hoping to find Michelle.

 

[jeremiah1982]

Jeremiah smiled in response to the knowledge that she was enjoying the class, to hear she had applied for Julliard was fantastic. It meant she was taking her aspirations seriously. For a moment he felt relieved regaining his senses back, getting himself under control. But his eyes quickly turned to her body as she moved back, her eyes almost appearing to be locked on to his, it sent an excited shiver down her spine at the thought that maybe, just maybe she was doing this deliberately but he quickly dismissed the thought as ridiculous.

The next thing he knew all her books were all over the floor, Jeremiah quickly rose to his feet with the intentin to help her but then was left frozen in place at the sight before him. She turned from him and went to the floor to gather her things, the sight of her ass before him made him bite his lip, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he watched her reaching forward for a simple pen. He was staring without even realising what was happening, slowly taking a step around his desk as her skirt rose up , he was near in heaven. Another groan escaped his lips as he felt his cock pressing against the front of his pants, begging to be released. That's when his eyes caught the sight of her damp panties. He gasped, she was turned on. Was she doing all of this deliberately? For a moment he considered approaching her, sliding his lands over her tight arse but he didn't move, he remained in place. In his almost trance like state he watched her quickly fix her skirt, grab her things and hurry off. Slowly he collapsed back in to his chair, his breathing laboured... What was he doing? This was getting out of control.

He struggled to remove the image from his mind as he attempted to mark some papers from an earlier class, soon his thoughts drifted to his own satisfaction and his hand began to wander, gripping his cock without thought of his location. But just as he was reaching climax his phone called and the moment was broken. He returned home to his wife silently cursing himself for his behavior. And as punishment he forced himself to remain aching all night.