How to Keep an "A" in English
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
61,573
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
CHAPTER 1 Open Your Mouth
Warning: this piece is about somewhat forced relations between an older teacher and his younger student. There is forced penetration, anal sex and statutory rape. Do not read it if you do not like this stuff. If you do like it, read it and review it. All my own characters please do not use them without permission. I do not promote what I write about, I just write about it because so many people like the ideas, NOT THE ACTS. Thank you for taking the time to read this lovely erotic piece that I am sharing with you. ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1 Open Your Mouth
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
“Class Dismissed”
All the students shuffle out, minus a few pausing to check out the bulletin board by the door.
“Adriana, can I please speak with you for a moment?” Startled that the teacher wanted to see her, she turns her head from the posted upcoming events towards her teacher’s desk.
“Sure, Mr. Andrews”. She shyly slinks across the room, her long floral skirt flowing out behind her.
*Bang!* as the door swings shut after last pupil exits.
Unsure as to what to do, Adriana stands by the side of his desk, ankles crossed.
“Adriana, I wanted to know that I see how you’re not really participating in class discussions. Do you know this?” He looks at her with a worried gaze.
“I, uhhh, though that I was doing well in this class, don’ t I have an A?”
“Well, yes, on tests and essays and projects, but darling, you seem to persist on keeping your mouth glued shut during discussions and forums. Sometimes in life my friend, you need your mouth open. Without it, your grade just wont remain an A.”
“Well, what can I do to fix this Mr. Andrews?” she sweetly asks.
“I have just the plan. What you need is a person who you can sit down with and practice saying what you think with. We just read Pride and Prejudice right?” She nods. “Well, can sit down with someone you trust and just open that pretty little mouth of yours and speak. Do you have anyone in mind?”
Adriana thinks of her drunken mother at home who she cannot possibly talk to. No siblings, no real friends or neighbors. All she really does is study alone, and take care of her sick widowed mother.
Seeing Adriana’s lack of names, he quickly intervenes. “You know, I can help you.”
Silence. She thinks, he can’t be that bad. He is just an English teacher.
“What do you say, girl?”
“I guess I need the help, thanks.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday. Would you like me to come over your house? I’ll speak to your parents about our arrangements.”
“No, uhh, well…” She wanted to tell him why he could not come over her house. She had never told anyone about her home life. “Mr. Andrews, can you keep a secret?”
He nodded his absolute trust. Adriana then told her 36 year old Junior English teacher about her Alcoholic mother, her dead father, how she has to take care of her mother, pay the bills with the little money her dad left them all the while keeping up an 3.8 GPA. Basically, her mom doesn’t care enough about her anymore to even know where she is except for when she needs more cigarettes. Mr. Andrews leans across the desk and takes Adriana’s hand. He sees tears falling from her soft blue eyes. Overcome with a wave of compassion, he stands up and goes to where she is standing, and slowly rubs her shoulder.
“I’m sorry Mr. Andrews, I’ve never told anyone that. I just have no one to talk to. No one really cares enough.” She says through wet eyes and a quivering lip.
“You know what babe, I’ll help you. Now, I care. It’ll be killing two birds with one stone. We can be friends and you can tell me your stories, and you’ll also be getting help for my class.” He leans in and dries her tears with his big, manly hand.
“Would you like to come over tonight? We can talk about whatever you want.”
She thought a second before answering, “I’ll come over after I have cooked my mom her dinner. She wouldn’t notice if I didn’t come back till Monday.” She said with a half laugh.
He jotted down his address and she said she would see him at 7ish.
CHAPTER 1 Open Your Mouth
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
“Class Dismissed”
All the students shuffle out, minus a few pausing to check out the bulletin board by the door.
“Adriana, can I please speak with you for a moment?” Startled that the teacher wanted to see her, she turns her head from the posted upcoming events towards her teacher’s desk.
“Sure, Mr. Andrews”. She shyly slinks across the room, her long floral skirt flowing out behind her.
*Bang!* as the door swings shut after last pupil exits.
Unsure as to what to do, Adriana stands by the side of his desk, ankles crossed.
“Adriana, I wanted to know that I see how you’re not really participating in class discussions. Do you know this?” He looks at her with a worried gaze.
“I, uhhh, though that I was doing well in this class, don’ t I have an A?”
“Well, yes, on tests and essays and projects, but darling, you seem to persist on keeping your mouth glued shut during discussions and forums. Sometimes in life my friend, you need your mouth open. Without it, your grade just wont remain an A.”
“Well, what can I do to fix this Mr. Andrews?” she sweetly asks.
“I have just the plan. What you need is a person who you can sit down with and practice saying what you think with. We just read Pride and Prejudice right?” She nods. “Well, can sit down with someone you trust and just open that pretty little mouth of yours and speak. Do you have anyone in mind?”
Adriana thinks of her drunken mother at home who she cannot possibly talk to. No siblings, no real friends or neighbors. All she really does is study alone, and take care of her sick widowed mother.
Seeing Adriana’s lack of names, he quickly intervenes. “You know, I can help you.”
Silence. She thinks, he can’t be that bad. He is just an English teacher.
“What do you say, girl?”
“I guess I need the help, thanks.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday. Would you like me to come over your house? I’ll speak to your parents about our arrangements.”
“No, uhh, well…” She wanted to tell him why he could not come over her house. She had never told anyone about her home life. “Mr. Andrews, can you keep a secret?”
He nodded his absolute trust. Adriana then told her 36 year old Junior English teacher about her Alcoholic mother, her dead father, how she has to take care of her mother, pay the bills with the little money her dad left them all the while keeping up an 3.8 GPA. Basically, her mom doesn’t care enough about her anymore to even know where she is except for when she needs more cigarettes. Mr. Andrews leans across the desk and takes Adriana’s hand. He sees tears falling from her soft blue eyes. Overcome with a wave of compassion, he stands up and goes to where she is standing, and slowly rubs her shoulder.
“I’m sorry Mr. Andrews, I’ve never told anyone that. I just have no one to talk to. No one really cares enough.” She says through wet eyes and a quivering lip.
“You know what babe, I’ll help you. Now, I care. It’ll be killing two birds with one stone. We can be friends and you can tell me your stories, and you’ll also be getting help for my class.” He leans in and dries her tears with his big, manly hand.
“Would you like to come over tonight? We can talk about whatever you want.”
She thought a second before answering, “I’ll come over after I have cooked my mom her dinner. She wouldn’t notice if I didn’t come back till Monday.” She said with a half laugh.
He jotted down his address and she said she would see him at 7ish.