School Appropriate Story
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,680
Reviews:
23
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.
Mr. Davis
Disclaimer: Student/Teacher. None of the events are real.
I love the loyal reviewers, and anybody else who reviews, which can explain why I am writing this at such a God awful hour. Feel free to have constructive criticism
if you review.
This chapter focuses more on Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis was sitting at his desk, preparing for his first class of the day. He wondered which ancedote he should tell the class today. Normally, this was the part of the day he looked forward to the most, getting to the lecture. He loved the random comments of the students. Today, it was hard to concentrate.
Ever since he had received the story, however, unintentionally, he had thought of Kristina increasingly. At first, he thought it was semi-cute, and that to get rid of this little crush all he would have to do is be mean. He had known had fruitless this would be, though. He was much too flattered to punish a student for something she probably couldn't help.
With the addition to the story, he had felt something else besides flattery. He was intrigued as to why, of all the teachers at this large school, he would be the one that she was physically attracted to. After the story, he had begun to wonder what his actions toward her may have been. Had he ever given her some subtle, unconscious sign that she was wanted by him?
If she had been his age, he would have already tried to fuck her, he knew this. Maybe he'd try to seduce her on the desk of Annie Warren, an annoying blonde, who asked such probing questions as: "Can a bear and human have a baby?" Maybe even try to have a long relationship with her, after all, he was getting older.
“If” was the key word there. She wasn’t his age. “Jailbait” was the word that kept coming to his mind.
The maturity level of his student was enticing though. She was smarter than most of his coworkers. Possibly, even himself.
He was thus, distracted from setting down the teaching objectives for the day. He was even more distracted when the student he was thinking of came into the room, early in the morning.
"You're not supposed to be here for another..." He paused to look at an imaginary watch. "3 hours. What's up?" He smiled kindly.
"I wrote more," she said, digging into her pocket for the handwritten piece of the story.
Mr. Davis's mouth dropped in pretend awe. He read through it quickly. He then said slowly, "The other ones are typed. This isn't. Is this a rough draft?"
Mr. Davis could tell from the look on his student's face that this was not a rough draft. At this comment, and her reaction, he felt that their hearts must have plummeted and jumped simultaneously, as she looked hurt, and he felt his heart jump at the last line, as he read it through again.
He wasn't expecting her to cry. "What's the matter?" He asked, alarmed.
Kristina remained silent for a minute, after taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she answered, "Stress."
He knew her too well for this. "Bullshit. What's the matter?" He demanded, now standing and looking assertive.
"I can't be in your 2nd hour anymore." Kristina whimpered.
Mr. Davis raised his brow. "Why?"
Kristina's mouth grew tight again. "For the same reason I'm ditching school today."
"Why? And you know, you aren't supposed to tell me that."
"I don't want to tell you here."
"You obviously need to talk to somebody, and I'm right here."
"You'd probably get in trouble if I told you."
At this moment, Mr. Davis felt compelled to put his hand on her shoulder. Trying a different tactic, he said, "please?"
"If you can come to my house, I'll tell you." Kristina said. "I'm just going to be home all day, making comfort foods."
"I'll see if I can get somebody to cover my classes. I have your address." She looked puzzled for a moment. "It comes with the whole 'teacher' thing."
Nodding, she left.
Mr. Davis quickly set about finding a couple of teachers to watch his class. Two other history teachers were available, which meant that he would have three hours at his disposal. He didn't really want anybody besides a history teacher teaching his students. He knew that the English teachers made things overtly complex, and the math and science teachers made it too dry. He took pride in being a history teacher.
After arranging how his first and second hours would be taught by his co-workers, he set off to find Kristina's house.
I love the loyal reviewers, and anybody else who reviews, which can explain why I am writing this at such a God awful hour. Feel free to have constructive criticism
if you review.
This chapter focuses more on Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis was sitting at his desk, preparing for his first class of the day. He wondered which ancedote he should tell the class today. Normally, this was the part of the day he looked forward to the most, getting to the lecture. He loved the random comments of the students. Today, it was hard to concentrate.
Ever since he had received the story, however, unintentionally, he had thought of Kristina increasingly. At first, he thought it was semi-cute, and that to get rid of this little crush all he would have to do is be mean. He had known had fruitless this would be, though. He was much too flattered to punish a student for something she probably couldn't help.
With the addition to the story, he had felt something else besides flattery. He was intrigued as to why, of all the teachers at this large school, he would be the one that she was physically attracted to. After the story, he had begun to wonder what his actions toward her may have been. Had he ever given her some subtle, unconscious sign that she was wanted by him?
If she had been his age, he would have already tried to fuck her, he knew this. Maybe he'd try to seduce her on the desk of Annie Warren, an annoying blonde, who asked such probing questions as: "Can a bear and human have a baby?" Maybe even try to have a long relationship with her, after all, he was getting older.
“If” was the key word there. She wasn’t his age. “Jailbait” was the word that kept coming to his mind.
The maturity level of his student was enticing though. She was smarter than most of his coworkers. Possibly, even himself.
He was thus, distracted from setting down the teaching objectives for the day. He was even more distracted when the student he was thinking of came into the room, early in the morning.
"You're not supposed to be here for another..." He paused to look at an imaginary watch. "3 hours. What's up?" He smiled kindly.
"I wrote more," she said, digging into her pocket for the handwritten piece of the story.
Mr. Davis's mouth dropped in pretend awe. He read through it quickly. He then said slowly, "The other ones are typed. This isn't. Is this a rough draft?"
Mr. Davis could tell from the look on his student's face that this was not a rough draft. At this comment, and her reaction, he felt that their hearts must have plummeted and jumped simultaneously, as she looked hurt, and he felt his heart jump at the last line, as he read it through again.
He wasn't expecting her to cry. "What's the matter?" He asked, alarmed.
Kristina remained silent for a minute, after taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she answered, "Stress."
He knew her too well for this. "Bullshit. What's the matter?" He demanded, now standing and looking assertive.
"I can't be in your 2nd hour anymore." Kristina whimpered.
Mr. Davis raised his brow. "Why?"
Kristina's mouth grew tight again. "For the same reason I'm ditching school today."
"Why? And you know, you aren't supposed to tell me that."
"I don't want to tell you here."
"You obviously need to talk to somebody, and I'm right here."
"You'd probably get in trouble if I told you."
At this moment, Mr. Davis felt compelled to put his hand on her shoulder. Trying a different tactic, he said, "please?"
"If you can come to my house, I'll tell you." Kristina said. "I'm just going to be home all day, making comfort foods."
"I'll see if I can get somebody to cover my classes. I have your address." She looked puzzled for a moment. "It comes with the whole 'teacher' thing."
Nodding, she left.
Mr. Davis quickly set about finding a couple of teachers to watch his class. Two other history teachers were available, which meant that he would have three hours at his disposal. He didn't really want anybody besides a history teacher teaching his students. He knew that the English teachers made things overtly complex, and the math and science teachers made it too dry. He took pride in being a history teacher.
After arranging how his first and second hours would be taught by his co-workers, he set off to find Kristina's house.