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Hey all, was wondering if you could provide some input. This idea has run the gamut from an ugly-duclking in high school turned hottie teacher to seduce the son of a high school football star she loved, to a possible non-con story where the hot teacher returns to find herself a veritable victim of the buly she once thought was an enviable sports star, to what has now become a possible romance where a girl who secretly loved a jock finds the same jock down on his luck and she lifts him from the mire of depresion.
Ideas?
Here's what I got so far, not much.
SHASTA’S BACK!
By AsylumSeeker
Shasta stepped out of the shower, pulled a fresh white terry-cloth towel around her shapely body, and stepped up to the sink. Mounted above it was a pine medicine cabinet, a mirror on the front of the small door. After wiping away the mist with the palm of her right hand she smiled in the small round clear spot, admiring the reflection of her smooth face, full pink lips, and bright brown eyes.
For the first time she felt a sense of pride; pride in her accomplishments, of who she was. Things had certainly changed over the past few years. She still hardly recognized herself. Gone was the shapeless, tom-boyish figure of her high school years, the girl everyone teased or just simply ignored. Her yearnings for attention and acceptance were fleeting hopes in a life full of unfulfilled crushes. But things were so different.
“You’re somebody now,” she reminded herself in a whisper while flashing a sexy smile. “Somebody to be reckoned with; you’re a teacher!”
After a few moments of elation her prideful smile evaporated. “Why are you back in the same school you grew up in? Are you trying to prove a point? Didn’t you vow to escape from small-town life? There were plenty of offers, so why this one?”
She lowered her head and rapidly shook her head, dismissing the thoughts surfacing within. When her bright brown eyes returned to the mirror she was focusing solely on her good looks, taking pride in how she’d blossomed during her college years.
“Shasta’s back!” she emphatically declared, even as her confidence was waning.
* * * * *
As Shasta sat at her desk at the front of her classroom, her eyes perused the names on the student roster. She would be teaching the senior History class for the first period, she thought, as her eyes settled on a familiar name; Clyde Wells. She knew who he was just as every other girl attending the school did; the star athlete, just as his older brother Daniel was, the guy she’d always dreamed of being with. So the little brother had grown up into an eighteen year-old high-school hero.
She couldn’t be sure why that thought made her ignored pussy twinge, but it did… and several times, until she could feel wetness developing between her overactive thighs. She subconsciously reached her right hand down under the short dark skirt she was wearing, only partially aware as she threaded the fingers under the panties and began stroking her awakening cunt.
“No!” she softly cried out in horror while pulling the hand away from her aroused sex. “You can’t do this!”
“Can’t do what?” an unexpected voice asked.
She jerked, startled by the unexpected interruption. “Can’t, uh… can’t show up so early,” she responded as her eyes looked up and saw Clyde’s handsome face greeting her.
“You busted me for being late yesterday,” he pointed out defensively, “so I thought… I can leave if you want, but I can’t say I’ll be back on time.”
She felt her face growing hot and she looked away. “No, I’m, uh… I’m sorry, you’re fine, really. I hadn’t realized what time it is, that’s all.”
“Okay,” he responded in a matter-of-fact tone as he took his seat and placed a small load of books down. “I had a few questions… if that’s okay, that is.”
Her pretty face softened and she smiled warmly, taking the opportunity to enjoy his rugged good looks. “Of course not, that’s why I’m here. I’m sorry about… well, you know.”
He chuckled. “That’s no problem; it’s my job to spy and surprise. The coach tells me to spy on the play and take down the quarterback when he runs.”
She was listening intently until the conversation turned to sports, at which time she let the rest fly by. “Yeah, whatever, I’m sure you’re good at that. So what’s your question?”
As she closed the distance separating them she was keenly aware of eyes on her body; at first the jiggling swells of her breasts, then down lower as her short skirt bounced with every step, revealing her shapely legs. Knowing he was looking at her, the handsome son of the guy she’d spent so many nights dreaming of, made her hot in so many ways.
A look of recognition appeared across his face, but for reasons he’d never divulge. “Are you Shasta?”
“Shasta Rogers,” she confirmed, pointing out the white lettering on plastic wood-grain name plate resting along the front of her desk. “Why?”
A brief sense of shame overcame him as he remembered his older brother Daniel pulling out the high school yearbook while applauding his history-making accolades and ridiculing several others, women in particular, and Shasta more than anyone else.
“You look different, but the face…” Clyde began, before realizing that she must know how he recognized her, and his face grew hot with embarrassment.
Shasta thought she’d grown beyond the all-too familiar feelings of humiliation, but if Daniel’s younger brother recognized her, she quickly realized she’d become a laughing-stock spanning a whole generation. Her face grew hot in response and she suddenly felt a need to get some fresh air. Tears began to spring from her eyes uncontrollably.
“So where is Daniel, anyway? What college did he go to? He should be in the NFL by now,” she surmised, trying to find an answer to her inability to track his career.
Clyde’s eyes seemed to mist over with emotion. He drew the thumb and index finger of his right hand to rub his eyes. Shasta couldn’t ascertain if the gesture was in sadness, frustration, exasperation, or fatigue.
“You don’t… know?” The statement, which ended as a question, caught her by surprise, like a knife in the back, and it took her breath away.
She tried to be unaffected, but the underlying turmoil was undeniable. She’d never felt so out of place before, but quickly followed up. “Know what?”
“Last play in senior high school football, state championship two years in a row,” Clyde began with his painful pride apparent. “His left knee blew out, career-ending.”
“Daniel?” she asked, a sight shriek of surprise intermixed. “Where is he?”
“He operates heavy equipment down at the quarry. But I wouldn’t… he’s not very happy is what I’m trying to say. Leave well enough be,” the younger brother suggested, hinting at an underling anger that might have turned violent in the past. “Let the past die like he did.”
Shasta was taken aback. “He’s not dead!”
Clyde nodded. “He’s as dead as dead can be without being dead, I guess.”
Ideas?
Here's what I got so far, not much.
SHASTA’S BACK!
By AsylumSeeker
Shasta stepped out of the shower, pulled a fresh white terry-cloth towel around her shapely body, and stepped up to the sink. Mounted above it was a pine medicine cabinet, a mirror on the front of the small door. After wiping away the mist with the palm of her right hand she smiled in the small round clear spot, admiring the reflection of her smooth face, full pink lips, and bright brown eyes.
For the first time she felt a sense of pride; pride in her accomplishments, of who she was. Things had certainly changed over the past few years. She still hardly recognized herself. Gone was the shapeless, tom-boyish figure of her high school years, the girl everyone teased or just simply ignored. Her yearnings for attention and acceptance were fleeting hopes in a life full of unfulfilled crushes. But things were so different.
“You’re somebody now,” she reminded herself in a whisper while flashing a sexy smile. “Somebody to be reckoned with; you’re a teacher!”
After a few moments of elation her prideful smile evaporated. “Why are you back in the same school you grew up in? Are you trying to prove a point? Didn’t you vow to escape from small-town life? There were plenty of offers, so why this one?”
She lowered her head and rapidly shook her head, dismissing the thoughts surfacing within. When her bright brown eyes returned to the mirror she was focusing solely on her good looks, taking pride in how she’d blossomed during her college years.
“Shasta’s back!” she emphatically declared, even as her confidence was waning.
* * * * *
As Shasta sat at her desk at the front of her classroom, her eyes perused the names on the student roster. She would be teaching the senior History class for the first period, she thought, as her eyes settled on a familiar name; Clyde Wells. She knew who he was just as every other girl attending the school did; the star athlete, just as his older brother Daniel was, the guy she’d always dreamed of being with. So the little brother had grown up into an eighteen year-old high-school hero.
She couldn’t be sure why that thought made her ignored pussy twinge, but it did… and several times, until she could feel wetness developing between her overactive thighs. She subconsciously reached her right hand down under the short dark skirt she was wearing, only partially aware as she threaded the fingers under the panties and began stroking her awakening cunt.
“No!” she softly cried out in horror while pulling the hand away from her aroused sex. “You can’t do this!”
“Can’t do what?” an unexpected voice asked.
She jerked, startled by the unexpected interruption. “Can’t, uh… can’t show up so early,” she responded as her eyes looked up and saw Clyde’s handsome face greeting her.
“You busted me for being late yesterday,” he pointed out defensively, “so I thought… I can leave if you want, but I can’t say I’ll be back on time.”
She felt her face growing hot and she looked away. “No, I’m, uh… I’m sorry, you’re fine, really. I hadn’t realized what time it is, that’s all.”
“Okay,” he responded in a matter-of-fact tone as he took his seat and placed a small load of books down. “I had a few questions… if that’s okay, that is.”
Her pretty face softened and she smiled warmly, taking the opportunity to enjoy his rugged good looks. “Of course not, that’s why I’m here. I’m sorry about… well, you know.”
He chuckled. “That’s no problem; it’s my job to spy and surprise. The coach tells me to spy on the play and take down the quarterback when he runs.”
She was listening intently until the conversation turned to sports, at which time she let the rest fly by. “Yeah, whatever, I’m sure you’re good at that. So what’s your question?”
As she closed the distance separating them she was keenly aware of eyes on her body; at first the jiggling swells of her breasts, then down lower as her short skirt bounced with every step, revealing her shapely legs. Knowing he was looking at her, the handsome son of the guy she’d spent so many nights dreaming of, made her hot in so many ways.
A look of recognition appeared across his face, but for reasons he’d never divulge. “Are you Shasta?”
“Shasta Rogers,” she confirmed, pointing out the white lettering on plastic wood-grain name plate resting along the front of her desk. “Why?”
A brief sense of shame overcame him as he remembered his older brother Daniel pulling out the high school yearbook while applauding his history-making accolades and ridiculing several others, women in particular, and Shasta more than anyone else.
“You look different, but the face…” Clyde began, before realizing that she must know how he recognized her, and his face grew hot with embarrassment.
Shasta thought she’d grown beyond the all-too familiar feelings of humiliation, but if Daniel’s younger brother recognized her, she quickly realized she’d become a laughing-stock spanning a whole generation. Her face grew hot in response and she suddenly felt a need to get some fresh air. Tears began to spring from her eyes uncontrollably.
“So where is Daniel, anyway? What college did he go to? He should be in the NFL by now,” she surmised, trying to find an answer to her inability to track his career.
Clyde’s eyes seemed to mist over with emotion. He drew the thumb and index finger of his right hand to rub his eyes. Shasta couldn’t ascertain if the gesture was in sadness, frustration, exasperation, or fatigue.
“You don’t… know?” The statement, which ended as a question, caught her by surprise, like a knife in the back, and it took her breath away.
She tried to be unaffected, but the underlying turmoil was undeniable. She’d never felt so out of place before, but quickly followed up. “Know what?”
“Last play in senior high school football, state championship two years in a row,” Clyde began with his painful pride apparent. “His left knee blew out, career-ending.”
“Daniel?” she asked, a sight shriek of surprise intermixed. “Where is he?”
“He operates heavy equipment down at the quarry. But I wouldn’t… he’s not very happy is what I’m trying to say. Leave well enough be,” the younger brother suggested, hinting at an underling anger that might have turned violent in the past. “Let the past die like he did.”
Shasta was taken aback. “He’s not dead!”
Clyde nodded. “He’s as dead as dead can be without being dead, I guess.”
