School Time

OOC: sorry, not going to be able to post tonight after this

IC: getting hard as I see her walking through the locker room, I whisper from the showers " hey, over here"
 
Karen stopped at the entrace to the showers. She peeked into the tiled room and saw Mike standing in the spray of one of the many shower heads the stuck from the walls. She let her eyes roam over his body, watching rivulets of water trickle down his naked form.
"So," she said, "this is new. Usually you just wait for me on the bench by your locker. But I guess you needed a shower this time, huh? Been thinking dirty thoughts?"
She watched his cock twitch a bit. She loved to see the transformation...to watch a flaccid penis grow and expand, becoming eager and ready to please.... The tip of her tongue eased lightly along her lips. Slowly, teasingly, conscious that he was watching her with eager, needy eyes, she popped open the buttons of her blouse.....
 
Mr Jost

After a couple of minutes, Adie looked up. "Ummmm, hello, Miss Applethawite, I'm really very sorry about before. I was quite rude to you. But, I had just had a situation with one student who will be along after school to spend some time with me, and I needed a few minutes to speak confidentially with the young lady who just left. I couldn't explain myself then, and I was wrong to be so rude. I hope you'll let me apologize by entertaining you later. Won't you please sit down so that we can start over?"

After she sat, he explained, "When I found out that I was assigned to have a student teacher, I called the college and arranged to pick my own. Your name leapt out at me. You see, here I'm Adie Jost, the old English teacher. At the college, you read one of my books. There I'm Dr. A.E. Jost. I wrote "Sexual Tensions in Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter" about 20 years ago. It was my dissertation and got me the job at the college. I argued that underlying the plot of book was a deep seated love triangle, a struggle between Hester Prynne and Roger Chillingworth for erotic control of Dimmesdale. My thesis involved all sorts of strange passions, both Dominant/submissive and latent homoeroticism. You wrote a thesis for your senior seminar arguing that Hester was actually a latent lesbian who was trying to mine Dimmesdale homosexuality and shape it to her erotic needs. A brilliant job. So, when Mordecai Brown, your seminar teacher, told me you were going into teaching and recommended you to me, I was overjoyed. Iasked that you be assigned to me, especially because you'll get to work in MY senior seminar. They are very intelligent, mature, and open students, ready to explore the connections between literature and real life in all its aspects."

He paused to take a breath. "That you're also quite lovely and very professional is a bonus! However, I'm sure that we'll have our moments wqhen correction and criticism will become part of the day...and I'll do my best to make sure that you're ready to go out and be well-prepared foer both teaching and other areas of life." He smiled at her and took her hand.

"So, do you want to look over my notes on the orgies in Brent Easton Ellis for tomorrow's lecture?"

He lead her to the computer and she began reading the notes. Just then, Rayne barged in without knocking.

She walked down to his classroom and without knocking she walke din, "Mr jost? i just remebered i still hand't turned in my report."

She was dressed in a very exotic and revealing goth outfit, and her blood-red lipstick matched her corset. He looked her in the eyes, stopping her immediately. "Hello, Rayne. Thank you for the report. In the future, please knock before you come in here. You might interrupt something important." He kept her eyes locked and saw the fires burning beneath the surface there. She was going to try to put things on the front burner, but he wanted them to simmer. "I'll look your paper over and bring it with me when we get together later this afternoon."

Then he turned to Jessica. "Miss Applethwaite, this is Rayne Blackthorne. She'll be in the seminar we were speaking of. Rayne, this is Miss Applethwaite, my student teacher for the semester."

He watched to see the interplay between the two young women...one so professional, the other so very exotic.
 
watching Karen as she walks in, my cock quickly begins to rise.
"Been thinking dirty thoughts huh?"
"mmm, yeah, was thinking about that time we met at my place after the state title game last year" I smile at her. "You seemed to enjoy the shower so much that night, that I thougt we should meet in here, to combine the dirty thoughts of both that, and doing it at school, so do you want to get naked and join me?"
 
Jayme jumped about a mile high when he heard the soft voice behind him and felt the pressure on his wrist. He thanked her and gently took the hankie from her, pressing it to his wrist. He was beginning to feel weak from blood loss. Yet another sign of his eternal weakness. He lowered his big blue eyes to the ground, not wanting her to see how scared he was. After all, she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Why would she ever care about him?
 
Karen locked her eyes on Mike's as she rolled her shoulders, wiggling out of her blouse. She kicked it aside, and kicked off her shoes. Her white bra held her breasts firmly, pushing them together, lifting them up. Her hard nipples poked against the lacy cups.
Mike's gaze wasn't on her eyes anymore. He was staring unabashedly at her tits. She brought her hand up, gliding her fingers along the edges of her bra, then reached back, popping the clasp, and letting it fall away.
Placing her hands on her hips, facing Mike squarely, she smiled... "Like what you see?"
 
OOC: McKenna

McKenna, please empty your mailbox! It's overflowing

And I'm enjoying where this is going...all of you, keep up the good work and stretch your characters, let them grow!

(Yeah yeah, I'm sounding like a teacher, I know)

:)
 
(Oliver Twist-Dickens)

Rayne smiled and shook her hand, "Rayne Blackthorne. My parents thout this class would be good for me this semester, since I choose not to accompany them on my father's Ambasadorship."

Turning to Mr. jost she said, "I apologize for barging in.i just wanted to make sure, I didn't get a poor grade.I always complete my assignments. Later it is then."

Nodding to Ms. Applethwaite she turned and left the classroom the heels of her boots clicking on the tile.
 
Mr. Jost

When Rayne left, Adie closed the door behind her and quietly turned the lock. If anyone came by they would figure he'd gone for lunch. If Karen came by, he knew she'd knock and wait.

He returned to the desk and sat next to his new student teacher. He looked at her as she read the lecture. Her color rose and he could feel the heat rising in the room. He studied her:

Her outfit screamed "TEACHER" but it also said, "beautiful woman" She was very attractive and he thought he glimpsed a bit of thigh above her white stockings when her skirt rode up. Her cardigan was lovely and her choice of perfume was subtle but spoke of eroticism...leather & lace, Adie thought. Nice choice. But which do you prefer? Her hair and eyes bespoke her Scots ancestry, as did her name. A Scots redhead...fiery, opinionated, independent, and self-assured. Quite a challenge, he thought, but definitely not insurmountable.

He watched her read through the lecture and turned his attention to Rayne's paper, "the uses of vampiric eroticism in Anne Rice's fiction". The topic was a bit broad, but the girl used some very provocative quotes, especially concerning LeStat and his hold over younger women. She analyzed well, spelled moderately, and teased her teacher with little subtlety. Where is she headed with this? he pondered. He thought he knew and he began making a mental checklist of necessities for his interview with this vampire....


But then, Jessica cleared her throat....
 
Rayne headed out to her fave cafe'' to listen to her poetry. She smiled as she thought of Jost reading her report. If he didn't catch that big hint then something was worng.
 
"Your lectures... are they always so sexually explicit?"

He looked at her and answered frankly, his eyes never leaving hers, the term paper dangling from his fingertips. If she looked down, she woud see his arousal, caused both by Rayne's explicit term paper and by her body and her obvious arousal.

"Not always. It depends on the class level and the students. If this were an underclass and the students less mature, we wouldn't be going anywhere near this stuff. But, these are all seniors, all very adult seniors when it comes to intellect and sexuality. They deserve to be dealt with as adults.

"And they all have done their share of what we're dealing with. You saw Rayne, her dress, her attitude, her fire. Look at the paper she gave me to read." He handed her the paper on sex and the vampiric sub-culture. As she perused it, he said, "Do you think she's going to be embarrassed by my lecture?

"Or is it you, Jessica? Are you embarrassed by the content? the ideas? the suggestions she makes?"

He watched her color deepen as she read more of Rayne's openly sexual writing and moved a step closer. "Jessica?"
 
She stood up abruptly and practically collided with Adie. His hands reached out to grab her upper arms, pulling her closer to the solid strength of his body. The look in his eyes seemed to tell her he knew exactly what she had just been thinking.

He moved quickly but surely and held her close to him. Her eyes were softer now, yielding. He knew what she was feeling, that the erotic power he exuded was overtaking her. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled, then lowered his head and kissed her.

Her lips were firm at first, but yielded to him and parted. His tongue flickered against her teeth and she opened her mouth to allow him entrance. He kissed her deeply now, his hands still gripping her upper arms tightly. When she whimpered, he released her only long enough to recapture her in his arms. He felt her tremble as he kissed her again, his tongue probing deeper as his arms held her against his chest. Her nipples seemed to poke through her cardigan and into his chest.

He broke the kiss and whispered, "Yes, you're right. You're going to be mine, my student, my protege, my girl, aren't you Jessie?"

When she nodded he whispered again, "So much to learn, so much to experience, so much to take... Where shall we start, Jessie?" He smiled again and nibbled her neck as his hands stroked her hair and down her back, over her buttocks. "How about with your promise to help me with everything I need to do with my students. Everything...do you understand?"
 
"like what you see?"

Smiling as I see her gorgeous tits, pointing down at my rapidly hardening cock, "I could ask you the same question" :) "Now why don't you take that skirt off, and get that hott ass of yours in here"
 
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AngelOfDarkness said:
Jayme jumped about a mile high when he heard the soft voice behind him and felt the pressure on his wrist. He thanked her and gently took the hankie from her, pressing it to his wrist. He was beginning to feel weak from blood loss. Yet another sign of his eternal weakness. He lowered his big blue eyes to the ground, not wanting her to see how scared he was. After all, she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Why would she ever care about him?

She knelt silently as she nipped her lip. She really wasn't buying the story that he was fine. "You know sometimes it never hurts to talk to somebody that knows about pain. At least that is what my Mother's shrink says. I really think you need something .." grabbing her bag and searching for something more helpful. " I realize that being a new girl, you think I'm being a little forward, but seriously I'd like to help if I can"
 
Mr. Jost

She whispered a reply to his question, "I promise." Then she stepped in closer and pressed her body to his, feeling his arousal pushing against her tummy as she lifted her arms around his neck and raised her lips for his kiss.

He kissed her again, differently this time, asserting more control over her. His hands dipped to lift her skirt, run over her thighs to cup her ass. Nice...lace panties...this girl dresses for pleasure he thought as he groped her buttocks. His teeth nipped her lower lip hard, causing a quick moan.

As he bit her, his fingers brushed the gusset of the panties and pressed her sex lips apart. She was damp already and getting wetter by the second.

He broke the kiss and said, "Prove it to Me, Jessie. Remove your panties and put them in the top drawer of My desk. I assure you that you won't need them for a while. Of course, if you choose not to do so, you'll leave now and not come back." He dropped his hands from under her skirt and stepped back, breaking contact with the highly aroused, stunned female.
 
Jayme

He moved the bloody cloth away from his wound and instinctively pressed his lips to it. He moved his eyes up to meet hers as he felt her kneel down beside him. What he saw was the most beautiful pair of turquoise eyes he's ever seen; he felt as if he could get lost in them if he keep gazing.

"Thank you so much," he said, trembling beneath her gentle touch. "I swear though, there's nothing wrong with me. I just, I mean, it's just an old habit," he said, pointing to his bleeding wrist. "It makes me feel better."

Immediately, he realized what an idiot he was being. He stood up, and a visible change occured. His body became more chiesled, his face grew rougher, his usually bright blue eyes clouded over, and a darkness surrounded him. "Why do you act like such a fucking baby?" he asked himself. His feelings shrank back into the farthest corners of his mind.

"I'm so sorry, you must think I'm such an idiot and a baby. I can't tell you I'm wrong, but I can atleast stopping acting like one."
 
Mr. Jost

She was livid. She saw stars! This was only a game to this man, this collecting of women and bending them to his will. Jessie took a pencil from his desk and fished the pair of panties out. "And these, Adie? Which horny little twit did you pick these off of?" She let them drop back into the drawer, grabbing her own panties and heading for the door. Reality sure came back with a bang.

Adie watched with a grim smile on his face.

"I may be a fool once, but never twice."

"I wouldn't count on that" He stood between her and the door. "Stay five minutes and stop being a jealous little girl. You knew that Rayne was after me, wanted to fuck me, yet you came into my arms. You know that the girl who left as you first came in is going to return here, yet you played your own game.

" 'He's handsome, he's powerful ... He'll be MINE if I give in to him.' "


Adie looked at her trembling with anger, frustration, and though she wouldn't admit it to herself, jealousy.

"A minute ago, you were willing to be My girl, to let Me control you. That involves courage, to step across that line. Now, it's all gone. Why? Because a high school girl, on a lark, took off her panties and left them here? If you can honestly say that you didn't know that, then you should leave.

He stepped aside.

"And when you go, as you drive away, speeding through a school zone. And by the way, you'll get a ticket... As you go, a voice in your mind will wonder what would it have felt like. Tonight, in bed, alone, your deepest thoughts will be what would it be like.

"But you're right... you should go. That's the sensible thing to do...

"Or, you can stay and give Me those... as proof."

He waited for her answer...
 
Mr Jost

"Damn you," she whispered. Adie only smiled...

Inside, he thought, Yes Damn Me to hell, but I've won this round.

He kissed her again, this time bringing her mouth to his with the hand gripping her hair. His lips bruised hers, his other hand held her panties, his victory. His teeth again found her lip and bit it, almost drawing blood, before he broke the kiss and whispered, "Are you ready to go the next step?"

She delayed, but nodded.

"Then you must kneel before Me and address Me as 'Sir' It's about power, Jessie. When you kneel you give Me power and I'll give you ... well, you'll find out My gifts for you in exchange for the power you give Me freely. Now, please kneel and say the word, Jessie."
 
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