School Appropriate Story

Disclaimer: This is all made up. The classes are based in reality, as in how they are set up, though none of the events in the story really happen. Student/ Teacher.


Lee David was the History teacher in Centinel High School. The students loved him. Any other teacher was not universally loved or hated as much as Mr. David was.

The students didn’t love him for no reason; he was hilarious… and a walking history book. He had a more than vague idea of what he was talking about, and seemed to know almost an infinite amount of details about the subject, as long as it pertained to history. Once, the students made a choice of doing their homework in class or another lesson and homework; they chose to have homework.

He didn’t seem the most sociable though. He usually wore black, and he always wore suits, with pale skin and dark brown hair. Crystal Parker had once described him as vampyric. She was incredibly close to worshipping him as a god.

Crystal was Mr. David’s best student. She wrote perfect essays (when he actually assigned them) and was respectful. She also would ace a test with disturbing frequency. Mr. David wondered if his tests were difficult enough for an honors class.

Crystal, in reality, was acing every class with minimal effort. With a more difficult history class she took the previous year, she had still aced every class and every test that that teacher had assigned.

The week before midterms began, Crystal was invited to go on a field trip, and she would need to make up the midterms she would be missing on the date of the field trip. A history midterm was on that day… she would need to make it up after school on her birthday.

Mr. David was considerate enough to stay after school the 2 weeks before midterms for an hour and a half so the slackers would have a chance to improve their “D”s and “f”s to Cs.

Crystal was turning 16. She was happy to a certain extent. She wasn’t getting a car, nor did she have a driver’s license. She didn’t even have a permit. However, that meant that there was only 2 years left until she was able to move out of her mother’s house.

Nobody else was there; it was too soon for the slackers to start to try. Trying to break the awkward silence as Mr. David searched for her test and Scantron, Crystal was reminded of something in German that Mr. David had said earlier that day.

“Do you speak German? You were saying “hurry up” in German earlier.” She said, averting her eyes.

“Huh? Oh, just a little bit.” He said as found the test and handed it to her.

“I think it’s a pretty language.” She said meekly.

“Well, you’re crazy. Do your test so we can get out of here.” He said.

Crystal finished her test with no interruptions. She thought it was too easy to be a midterm. In fact, some of the questions seemed familiar…

“Mr. David, are you sure this is the midterm?”

Getting up from behind his desk where he was answering emails, he walked over and looked over her shoulder to read a test question. It wasn’t the midterm. He had given her the first test they had ever taken, and had thought it was the midterm because the midterm’s first question was identical to the first test’s first question.

“Sh-”, he began, but caught himself. “I’ll get you the right test.”

Crystal noticed he was wearing boots. Crystal and her friends would always ask a person wearing boots, “Nice boots, wanna fuck?”

Her teacher was wearing boots. She bit her lip to avoid asking the question.

Turning around, and with the right test and a fresh scantron being held in his hands, Mr. David noticed that Crystal was biting her lip.

“No, the test you took will not be counted against you.”

This test was much more difficult than the first. Crystal’s mother called her cell on question 27, and had pointed out that it was 4:30. Crystal’s mom also said that she was going out, so she wouldn’t be able to call her for a ride.

She sighed heavily when she got off the phone.

“Didn’t study as well as you think you did?” Mr. David asked.

“No, it’s just that I won’t have a ride home from school.” She answered, returning to her test so she would finish early and wouldn’t have to pass the more questionable neighborhoods in the dark.

After a period of time, as if Mr. David had needed to consider it, he offered her a ride home.

“Thanks…That’s really nice of you.”

“Shhh… don’t tell anybody.”

Crystal thought that the midterm sucked. It was difficult. It had taken her 2 hours to complete. The rest of the students would be given two days in class to work on it. After Crystal finished her test, and Mr. David began to get ready to leave, Crystal’s mind immediately returned to the boots comment. How she longed to ask him!

“So, what’s up?” He asked her as they walked to his car in the fading dusk.

“Umm… Today’s my birthday…?” She answered, as if unsure of what his question meant.

“I kinda figured with the huge birthday card/necklace." Crystal had forgotten about that. "16, eh? 2 more years until you’re an adult.” Mr. David said.

“What…? Can you read minds?” She asked, thinking he was thinking about the boots comment. “Because I didn’t even ask you… I mean, I’ve been considering that for, like, 3 hours, and -”

“What are you talking about?! I was talking until you can leave your current residence.” Mr. David eyed her suspiciously as he unlocked his car.

Crystal got in, but refused to answer what she had been talking about. She gave him directions to her house.

“I am kinda curious… what were you talking about with mind reading?” He asked her outside of her house.

“Nice boots, wanna fuck?” She asked in a higher than normal voice.

“How about in 2 years, or when you aren’t a student of mine?” was his very natural response.

He was suddenly divine to her. She had always contemplated making him a god of her own, worship him in her closet like the chick from “Hey, Arnold.” However, in the darkness, his pale skin shone like the moon, and the fact that she had caused him so much inconvenience and yet he was continuing to speak in a gentle voice, and with a grin on his face… He was idyllic.

Not knowing why, she grabbed his hand, and raised it gently to her lips. His eyes got wide as he realized what she was doing. “Good night, sweet prince.” She said as stepped out of the car.

Mr. David passed the next few weeks in terror. He was afraid that the cops would be knocking on the door at any moment, that he would be fired, and sent to jail and be forced to have anal sex with an infinite amount of strangers. He also doubted that he would be good at giving head.

When the principal, Ms. Ali, passed him in the halls of the main building, he’d shudder.

He didn’t know why he was afraid. She was in the fault; she had made the first move, down to the boots comment. The worse part was that he would be seeing her in less than 2 weeks. He had no one to approach in this situation. He didn’t have any guidance from any body.


Crystal wondered why she had felt compelled to kiss the hand that fed her “A”s. She was apprehensive for the Monday when school would begin again, and she was worried that it would affect their ‘professional’ relationship.

She began to have dreams, and later fantasies. The chaste kiss begins to go up his arm, past his neck, and onto his lips. The kiss becomes plural. The chaste part is dropped, and the tongue becomes involved. She was forming a plan on what to do if the situation arose anew.

Every student that had had him the previous semester, if they didn’t have them this current semester, had missed Mr. David. No matter how good their new teacher was, s/he didn’t compare.

Crystal had him again.

After the lesson on Monday, which was a review over the Industrial Revolution, he called her to his desk after class. The class after hers was his lunch, so he could speak with her for a long time before needing to have her leave.

“I wanted to talk with you on what you did in the car. Sit down.” Mr. David commanded.

“I don’t know what compelled me to do so. You just looked beautiful in that light.” She answered with her head down.

“Beautiful? Just in that light? Look, I don’t know if you are doing this to screw with my head or what, but it really shouldn’t happen again.” Mr. David said with a smile.

“Or should it?” she asked.

“No, it shouldn’t.” was his response.

“What, you don’t like being kissed on the hand? We can do other areas…”

“Don’t be that specific! I could lose my job if anyone finds out, even though you were at fault.” He actually got down on his knees and seemed to be begging her at this moment. He clasped his hands in hers.

“Stupid statuary rape laws.” She muttered.

“Yeah, and I’m your teacher!” he said with a look of disbelief.

“Then teach,” she commanded.