Foreign Classes
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,515
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Foreign Classes
This is part of a larger work so I apologise if the chapters seem to be in weird places but for reading convenience I decided to chop it up. More chapters are coming and I'll try to keep it running as smoothly as possible.
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FOREIGN CLASSES
I sat across from Mr. Garrison waiting for him to notice me. Iain Garrison was our current student teacher. He was from America, California to be precise. This was one of the lessons where he had the class to himself.
I was starting to get impatient. The tables were set out in a square, each of us facing the center. I was finding it quite impossible that Mr. Garrison hadn’t realized I was sitting across from where he standing, especially as I was sitting on the inside of the square.
He was deep in conversation with one of my classmates, Nick, about dirt bikes, which had nothing to do with our work concerning the effects of particular shots in filming.
I was nearing my wits end when the conversation abruptly changed to Australian geography. “So the Northern Territory is north of us, right?” He casually asked the class at large.
“North west.” I snapped back at him over a general murmur of consent. He thanked me, murmured it a few times and asked about New South Wales. My thumbs were whirling round each other as I tried to keep my cool.
Finally I snapped. “This has nothing to do with our work! Can I please have some assistance with question 17?” He seemed startled at my outburst,
“Would you like my attentions Carly?” His eyes were sparkling and the edge of his mouth flickered, concealing a grin.
“Please.” I sighed. Finally I could get back to my work.
“Would you like…assistance with this problem that is gnawing away at you?” My heart skipped as he paused before ‘assistance’ and I felt shivers running along my spine as he drawled ‘gnawing’ in his mild American accent.
He was quite attractive, 6’2”, topping me by a nice 2 inches. His thick, sandy blonde hair fell softly over his face, seemingly kissing the edges of his emerald eyes. He liked to smile a lot, his lusciously full lips revealing naturally straight, white teeth. I’d often wonder how he kept his teeth so white as I’d often seen him smoking around town. I’d never seen his body bare, but I imagined his chest would be as nicely toned as his arse and arms were. He soaked up the harsh Australian sun like a sponge in water. He left most girls breathless and I was certainly not an exception.
I couldn’t stay pissed at him, he was obviously trying not to laugh at my blunt cry for his attention. “I would appreciate that.” His amusement was infectious and I smiled at him.
“So what can I do to help you in your…predicament, Carly?” He was using my name a lot, and that damn accent seemed to make him put an erotic slant on such innocent terms. His words were affecting me slightly, but I tried to ignore the feeling slowly spreading out from my groin, he was obviously doing it unconsciously.
“Uhm, question 17 asks what effects close ups of slow moving hands on another persons shoulders could mean. We need 5 answers for each question and I’ve only got 2.” I was feeling the blush deepen slightly, his eyes were locked on mine and his grin had broken out on his face fully now.
“Empathy, camaraderie, caring, tenderness, love, sensuality, sex…need more?” With each word his voice got deeper, his eyes more intense upon my own. I was forgetting what the question was about now, I was just concentrating on his voice and my need to have him continue.
“I forgot what I wrote down now.” I blushed even stronger, my body flaring in response to his knowing look. I could swear my mind was playing tricks on me. “I’ll go check.” I turned and walked over to my desk trying to clear my head. I turned when I heard a light thump and started laughing when I saw he’d vaulted clear over the desk in one easy movement. “Wow, I’ve never seen a teacher do that one.”
He started walking towards me. “I’m not an ordinary teacher. I thought you would have figured that out by now Carly.” I smiled and turned back around to get my work.
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Please review.
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FOREIGN CLASSES
I sat across from Mr. Garrison waiting for him to notice me. Iain Garrison was our current student teacher. He was from America, California to be precise. This was one of the lessons where he had the class to himself.
I was starting to get impatient. The tables were set out in a square, each of us facing the center. I was finding it quite impossible that Mr. Garrison hadn’t realized I was sitting across from where he standing, especially as I was sitting on the inside of the square.
He was deep in conversation with one of my classmates, Nick, about dirt bikes, which had nothing to do with our work concerning the effects of particular shots in filming.
I was nearing my wits end when the conversation abruptly changed to Australian geography. “So the Northern Territory is north of us, right?” He casually asked the class at large.
“North west.” I snapped back at him over a general murmur of consent. He thanked me, murmured it a few times and asked about New South Wales. My thumbs were whirling round each other as I tried to keep my cool.
Finally I snapped. “This has nothing to do with our work! Can I please have some assistance with question 17?” He seemed startled at my outburst,
“Would you like my attentions Carly?” His eyes were sparkling and the edge of his mouth flickered, concealing a grin.
“Please.” I sighed. Finally I could get back to my work.
“Would you like…assistance with this problem that is gnawing away at you?” My heart skipped as he paused before ‘assistance’ and I felt shivers running along my spine as he drawled ‘gnawing’ in his mild American accent.
He was quite attractive, 6’2”, topping me by a nice 2 inches. His thick, sandy blonde hair fell softly over his face, seemingly kissing the edges of his emerald eyes. He liked to smile a lot, his lusciously full lips revealing naturally straight, white teeth. I’d often wonder how he kept his teeth so white as I’d often seen him smoking around town. I’d never seen his body bare, but I imagined his chest would be as nicely toned as his arse and arms were. He soaked up the harsh Australian sun like a sponge in water. He left most girls breathless and I was certainly not an exception.
I couldn’t stay pissed at him, he was obviously trying not to laugh at my blunt cry for his attention. “I would appreciate that.” His amusement was infectious and I smiled at him.
“So what can I do to help you in your…predicament, Carly?” He was using my name a lot, and that damn accent seemed to make him put an erotic slant on such innocent terms. His words were affecting me slightly, but I tried to ignore the feeling slowly spreading out from my groin, he was obviously doing it unconsciously.
“Uhm, question 17 asks what effects close ups of slow moving hands on another persons shoulders could mean. We need 5 answers for each question and I’ve only got 2.” I was feeling the blush deepen slightly, his eyes were locked on mine and his grin had broken out on his face fully now.
“Empathy, camaraderie, caring, tenderness, love, sensuality, sex…need more?” With each word his voice got deeper, his eyes more intense upon my own. I was forgetting what the question was about now, I was just concentrating on his voice and my need to have him continue.
“I forgot what I wrote down now.” I blushed even stronger, my body flaring in response to his knowing look. I could swear my mind was playing tricks on me. “I’ll go check.” I turned and walked over to my desk trying to clear my head. I turned when I heard a light thump and started laughing when I saw he’d vaulted clear over the desk in one easy movement. “Wow, I’ve never seen a teacher do that one.”
He started walking towards me. “I’m not an ordinary teacher. I thought you would have figured that out by now Carly.” I smiled and turned back around to get my work.
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Please review.