Why do people bail? (one on one)

Lance Silvers sighed, looking at his watch. He was the only student left in the classroom, and he was only there because he had to be. It was his last class before graduation, and everyone else had skipped it. There he sat, at the age of 18, hoping to not be noticed by anyone, and he was the only person in the classroom. Sometimes, he hated his life. At least the teacher was total eye candy. Just as he was thinking that, she walked into the room, carrying her lesson plan. She didn't look up until she got to her desk, and when she did, Lance could see the vein pulse in her forehead. "Morning, Miss Yamaguchi. Looks like everyone else skipped out, and left me here."

Miki Yamaguchi sighed, as she surveyed her classroom. Out of a class of forty, the only one who actually showed up was the one who was graduating. She could be out getting laid, she thought, as she looked at the lack of students. At least the one who remained was cute. She had to admit that she was surrounded by hot teenage guys all day, and sometimes she daydreamed. Of course, the students all seemed to not notice, but most of them were probably thinking of their girlfriends, or the next big game.

She was...Angry. Very angry, he noted. When she asked where the other students were, he shrugged. He had no idea where everyone was, but the look on Miss Yamaguchi's face was interesting. He studied her face, then her body, looking her up and down. She really was quite beautiful. She had a better body and better looks than any of the schoolgirls he'd seen at the place. Shaking his head, he forced himself to concentrate on answering her. "They probably bailed to get an early start on the pregame rituals."


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Miki Yamaguchi, Teacher

still looking for someone to take the role of Miss Yamaguchi *points to pic*

Miki put a hand to her eyes, closing them. She couldn´t blame the students (actually, she could), she should have expected this to happen. It wasn´t the first time. That didn´t mean she could take it calmly, though. Miki took a deep breath, and moved over to the window, and opened it, letting some fresh air come in. The sun was shining merrily, and she could easily hear the sounds of all the excited boys running around, getting things ready.

She suddenly remembered that she still had a student left. Miki turned around, and crossed her arms under her breasts (which had a rather... uplifting effect on them). She managed not to scowl at Lance, which was a minor feat in itself.

"Well... I don´t really know what to do. There is no point in carrying on and pretending this is going to be a normal class, is there?" She managed to smile at herself over her weak joke. "So, what do you say we skip class as well?"

Of course, Miki´s first thought was that each of them should go their own separate ways. Lance to wherever he felt like, and Miki to get some early sleep so she could last a good, long night at the clubs, and then some lucky guy´s appartment. But, seeing Lance sitting there with `the look´ in his eyes... hmmmmm...

"Or perhaps we could have a different kind of class..."

Miss Yamaguchi smiled more confidently as she walked over to her desk and sat on top of it. Just for the briefest of seconds, she allowed Lance to see between her legs, before crossing them (which was no less enticing a sight, she was sure, given how he had to be at that age...). Miss Yamaguchi wore just a black thong, attractive in its simplicity, and it how its blackness seemed to shine when just a dot of light reflected on it, just before her legs covered it.






(Well, that was a doujin I haven´t read in years...! Interesting choice...)

OOC: lol...it's a favorite of mine.

IC: Lance blinked, seeing her expression change from exasperation and annoyance to...something else...as she looked at him. He tilted his head, studying her expression for a moment, then watching her as she moved to sit on her desk. Again, the definite beauty was there. And that brought thoughts to his mind that a student really shouldn't be having towards their teacher. Thoughts of Miss Yamaguchi's glorious body writhing under his as she came hard. Thoughts of her laying with him, listening to his heartbeat after they finished. Thoughts of....

Her words shook him out of his thoughts. He blinked again, confused, and then cleared his throat. "What kind of class did you have in mind, Miss Yamaguchi? I mean, it's not like it would be much of a class at all with only one student present." His eyes took in the movement of her thighs, and the definite silky blackness of her choice in undergarments as they caught what little light shined on them. He licked his lips a little nervously, and shifted in his seat. He was suddenly very aroused, and very afraid, for reasons he couldn't fathom.

Part of it might have been the almost predatory gleam in the gorgeous brunette's eyes. Part of it might have been something deeper, more aware of what she most definitely was in the mood for. Whatever the reason, he was very uncomfortable in both a physical and mental state.

"Well, I´m thinking I should teach you something useful for your future life now you are graduating. Something useful in a different way to your normal studies, of course..." She commented, watching him closely. The way he tilted his head like a confused puppy was funny, but the way he shifted uncomfortably afterwards was even funnier. And it assured Miki that both of them were on the same channel.

"The thing is, I don´t know what I should show you... I could come up with something, I´m sure, but I think that since it is your future we are talking about, maybe you would like me to teach you something specific? Something you have doubts about, something I can instruct you in...?"

Miki unfurled her arms and her hands gently rested onto the edge of the desk, as she leaned forwards to observe Lance a little closer. Not only that, though. Miki was not wearing a bra, which made her breasts peak down a little, almost like two bombs. And one could, if not see, then at least discern where the tips of those bombs were through the white fabric of her blouse. Miki disliked using a bra because it felt weird to her, and because of reasons that were fairly obvious to any guy at night, and a bit less at day... so, she wondered, just how discerning was Lance...?

Lance continued watching Miss Yamaguchi's actions and reactions. He very clearly made out the well-defined nipples poking out from her breasts. They tented her blouse even more than her breasts did. Again, the thought of what she'd feel like against him popped unbidden into his mind. He blushed slightly, and cleared his throat, shifting nervously again.

"Well, I'm sure I could come up with a few questions. But wouldn't most of them get you in trouble, Miss Yamaguchi? Besides, I'm sure a woman as stunning and intelligent as you has at least three dates lined up for tonight, right? I mean, I can't imagine you'd have a shortage. A guy would have to be either stupid, blind, or a pedophile to NOT want to take you home."

That was when he realized his thoughts were coming out in what he was saying. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, almost squeaking as he did so. He knew he was definitely not getting out of the desk as long as she was in the same room. Not with the raging hardon he had threatening the very integrity of his pants. He sat there, intently studying her face with wide eyes.

Miss Yamaguchi...

... grinned. It was one of those grins that grow slowly, and that say you are either in great trouble, or in great luck. Miki was certainly hoping Lance didn´t get the wrong impression, because she couldn´t help her lips moving of their own accord.

"I like them straightforward..."

Resting her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand, Miki leaned further forwards, looking into Lance´s eyes like a she-wolf stalking her prey. By the way, she was experienced enough to look downwards as well. She also liked them prepared at a moment´s notice, but she didn´t say that aloud.

Miki hopped off the desk, and her breasts bounced gently inside her blouse, like any of the schoolgirls´. With her hands on her hips, and her hips swaying seductively, she moved towards Lance´s desk, towering above him as she approached the student with an arrogant, almost menacing presence. Stopping in front of him, she bent at the waist, and looked him straight in the eye. Then, she smiled reassuringly, something striking given her earlier posturing.

"I actually don´t have any dates lined up for tonight. As for being in trouble, how often have you been to the library lately, Lance?"

It was remarkable how different her tone of voice was, compared to the usual. In class, she was fairly authoritative, but now she talked to Lance in a natural, relaxed way. It was the way Miss Yamaguchi would talk to a man, not to a boy...

Lance blinked, surprised by the words Miss Yamaguchi seemed to mumble. He blushed, seeing her staring at him. As she made her way over to his desk, he couldn't help but notice how well her breasts moved. They had to be real, considering the perfect amount of bounce they had. As she watched him, looking into his eyes, he cleared his throat nervously. When he realized she was looking down at his lap briefly, he stammered something of an apology.

When she came to stand over him, and asked him something about the library, which he didn't quite understand, he looked up at her. "Miss Yamaguchi? I'm afraid I don't understand. Uh...the last time I was in the library was about a week ago."

The truth was. he'd actually been in the library the previous afternoon, and found himself an unknowing voyeur to Miss Yamaguchi pleasuring herself among the stacks of books. He wasn't about to tell her that though. Especially since the way she spoke to him now was a bit unnerving, and the look in her eyes was definitely that of a woman hellbent on getting laid. That, and he was having trouble resisting the overpowering urge to reach up and squeeze one of those magnificent orbs within her blouse.

"I mean that we can go have our class in library, silly. I have a copy of the keys because sometimes I stay late looking something up..."

And by `looking something up´, Miki of course meant looking herself up, and something more. She just couldn´t help herself sometimes. Maybe it was a fetish. She was ready to about admit that anyway. Sometimes she couldn´t wait until school was done, even.

Grinning at Lance, she put her hands on the desk, and moved closer, and closer, until face was inches from his. "So, Lance... what do you say we go to the library, and I lock the door... and I teach you something useful for your life as an adult?"

Lance blushed, wondering briefly if she knew he had seen her the previous day. He licked his lips in that nervous gesture he'd already shown, then slowly nodded. "Yes, Miss Yamaguchi. I would like that. Just give me a few minutes to get everything put away, Ma'am."

With that, he started putting his books and other things back in his backpack, intentionally going slowly to try to calm himself down. Having her that close to him, with the obvious intent of her actions, was definitely having an effect on him. Just the way she stared at him was almost enough to make him moan.

He realized he wanted her badly, and, if she wasn't teasing him, he might get just that. He hoped he would, and he hoped he did well enough that she wanted more later. When he was finally ready, he stood up, and smiled at her.

As Lance put away his things, Miki did likewise, taking with her a single textbook and a clipboard. As soon as he was ready, and smiled at her, Miki reached for the door with a satisfied smile on her face and rose her chin in the air somewhat arrogantly, but also in an inviting manner as she pushed her glasses up with her index finger.

She led Lance down the corridors, downstairs, and into the library. As expected, there was nobody there. No reason for anyone to go in during school hours, and few bothered going afterwards. So it was a safe bet that they had the library all to themselves.

But just in case, Miki locked the door, and then tossed them on top of the nearest table. The library was quite big for a high school, with huge tables and book shelves. There was a single counter by the entrance that was seldom manned during school hours, and the library opened into a large room from there. The biggest table of all in the library was there, with the sun shining on it through the windows. Shelves of books were no either side, and off to the right side was where the library extended on into corridors choked full with knowledge that nobody seemed to care about nowadays. That was a shame, Miki thought, but she realized she wasn´t the right person to comment on it.

"Well, well... seems we have quite a lot of space for the lesson..." Miki walked in, the sun playing with her black mini-skirt as she moved towards a chair. The sunlight seemed to shine precisely on her buttocks as she moved around the chair, and tapped it with her fingers, smiling suggestively at her student. "Take a seat, Lance... the lesson is about to start..."

Lance nodded, and followed Miss Yamaguchi slowly. His eyes were almost subconsciously drawn to the sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him to the library. The entire school was mostly abandoned. The library was no exception. The steps were clear, and the library empty. It was kind of a sad sight, he decided. A library was meant to be a haven for those willing to learn.

But he didn't have time to say anything as he watched the gorgeous brunette that was his teacher lock the door and walk over to the table in the center of one of the main rooms. The sun seemed to highlight the sway of her hips, accentuating her movements. The sight of her made him hard again, and he watched her intently as she motioned him to sit in the chair.

Lance nodded slowly, and set his backpack down. Then he walked over, and took a seat in the proffered chair, looking up into the eyes of the stunning Miss Yamaguchi. "I'm ready for my lessons, Miss Yamaguchi."

OOC: we still continuing, or should I redo this?

OOC: I think you are better off looking for somebody else to do this with. I have a problem with keeping up with RPs. I´m sorry for bothering you.

OOC: not your fault. And for what it's worth, you made a stunning Miki Yamaguchi