First Day Teaching...

CanadianChris

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OOC: 22, male, brown hair/eyes, starting to teach for the first time as part of his Masters program. Class is a beginning computers class...

Hoping to find an older woman to play one of the students i the class...


IC: I walk into the room for my first day of class...how am I going to do this? I've never taught before, and this is only my first week here. Luckily the instructor made it easy on us, giving all the students the assignment in advance.

I go to the front of the room after checking myself in the window...the attire of a dress shirt and tie with slacks isn't what I normally like to wear, but I didn't have much choice.

"Hello students...my name is Charles...I'll be your lab instructor..."
 
Michelle (strawberry blonde, blue eyes, freckles, 120 lbs, 5 foot 6, 42 years old, wearing short black and white stripe skirt, tight white top and red sweater wrapped around her neck), idly scrolled through the options on my start menu....

Another morning better spent watching the grass grow I thought, another morning with a monotone drone.

But then in a cheerful boyishness I heard "hello students" and to my suprise when I turned to face the voice, I saw a tall handsome young man, slightly awkward looking, who seemed to have barely just entered undergrad.

Unconsciously I ran my eyes across his untidy hair cut short back and sides, slightly overgrown with some of it falling across his face. Slightly obscured by his hair I could see deep brown eyes, and pressing against his dress shirt seemed to be the hint of muscle.

Before I knew it my eyes had reached his pants, and more specifically they had planted them smack on his crotch, which bulged with something meaty beneath.

All of a sudden I felt a hot blush run across my cheeks, and without meaning to I rubbed my thighs together, a smile of enjoyment crept across my face.

"hey, cradle snatcher!" whispered my friend Macy and dug me in the side with her elbow.

"he is awfully cute though isn't he" she continued.

"Not at all" I whispered back defensively. (I didn't notice I was still blushing).

This will be a better class than I expected I thought.
 
After introducing myself to students, and giving another brief explanation of their assignment (a basic assignment where they have to show they can do basic things on a computer and use a word processor), I start walking down the rows seeing if there are any questions.

As I get to one row, I see a pair of women (obviously not girls) sitting together whispering back and forth. One of them has strawberry blonde hair and is wearing a tight white shirt...I know that I'm not supposed to stare, but I can't help but notice how great her...shirt...looks.

I smile as I approach them, and decide to see if they have any questions...

"Hi, how are you two today? Having any trouble with the assignment?" I ask, trying to make small talk...
 
OCC: this is my first time trying this role playing lets have a little fun <LOL>
Marcy (chocolate brown skin, about 135lb, small waist round hips, long legs, with long ebony braids hanging down to back. She always has a friendly smile, and loves to tease her friend Michelle.

"Hi, how are you two today? Having any trouble with the assignment?" Hearing the object of our discussion I turn with a wicked smile on my full lips.

“Yes my friend Michelle here was asking me about hard drivers and I was telling her that the bigger the hard drive the faster the processor.” I said doing everything in my power not to burst out laughing, as his cheek turned as a hot red. I knew Michelle’s face would be even redder then before.
I saw the way she had sized him up. I could tell she liked what she saw by the way she squirmed in her chair. But she was such a prude; she would never approach him first. He was nice, handsome, eager to help and young. He was real young. Jailbait. I bet if I got close enough I could still smell milk on his breath. I thought with a big smile. I wonder what a girl had to do to get an ‘A’ in his class

I smiled innocently and asked him, “Could you explain to her about hard drives?” and then I turn and looked at Michelle waiting to see what would happen next.
 
I try not to blush, but doubt it's helping very much...bigger hard drives...well, at least I know where there minds are right now.

"Well, that's not exactly true. They normally don't have anything to do with each other, but it's common for computers with faster processors to have larger...er...bigger...er........hard drives."

Oh great, just keep stumbling over your words. Way to try and seem like a mature teacher. As I watch Marcy smirking, I try to keep my composure so I can try and help Michelle...but as I look down at her, I can't help but again notice her white top...

"Anyways...hard drives are where you store your information, whether it be text files, pictures, home movies, programs, whatever. So, the bigger the hard drive, the more you can fit....on it."

Fit on it? Oh sure, that doesn't seem sexual either.

*sigh*

This is gonna be a long day...hopefully they understand now....and didn't notice how I'm falling apart here...
 
Macy

I grin noticing how he stumbled over his words, I was enjoying this. I shifted in my sit, crossing my long ebony legs causing my blue jean mini skirt to ease higher revealing more of my chocolate brown thighs.

I loved the way he turned red so I had to say, “I see, so you’re saying that size doesn’t matter? That even people with little hard drives can give you a fast process.” As I spoke my hazel brown eyes slowly scan his lean body from head to toe coming to rest on his cock. I grinned wickedly licking my lips wondered what type of hard drive he had, and decided to ask

“What type of hard driver do have Charles?” I asked my dark eyes once again move to his face. I couldn’t help but grin knowing Michelle was going to kill me later, and that only made me laugh more inwardly
 
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Squirming a bit, I watch her cross her legs, seeing more of her thighs from under her skirt...hoping that she can't notice the bulge growing in my pants. Man...this wasn't supposed to be this hard...er..difficult.

"Well, yes, even someone with a smaller hard drive can still have a fast computer, depending on what they're using it for. So I guess it just depends on how you use.....it...."

Then she asks me about my hard drive. If I wasn't supposed to be teaching, maybe I could come up with some funny or cool...instead...

"Well, my hard drive is an 80 gig drive, so it holds plenty of information. Way bigger than most ...would need but big enough that ... umm... you won't need another one"

Man..I hope she's gonna stop grilling me like this...why can't someone else put their hand up? As I look around the room again, I see most of the students have left, so there's only a few students left up at the front of the room working on their assignments, not paying any attention to us.
 
Macy

Coffee colored eyes moved to his bulge in his pants, making him squirm more. My my my Charles what a BIG HARD DRIVE you have, she grinned. She thought about letting him off the hook, seeing as her friend Michelle seem to have become tongue tied. But there was something about him that made her want to be wicked. She had to see how red she could make his face.

“Have you ever had someone to hack your hard drive? Touching your private files, striping away your memory, taking what you once thought safe and making it into their own? Changing files making your computer do things you never thought it would. You know like a virus?”

She smiled at him watching the way his emotions moved across his face. He was so young. Everything he thought showed in his eyes. She was tempted to show him how much of a virus she could be. She lean forward just enough that her blouse draped down showing the swells of her golden brown breast. Her red lace bra barely held the 36D in place. She gave him an eye full before she blasted him with her last questions, seeing the girl in the front lifting her hand knowing he would have to go teach. After all that is why he was here.

“How do you stop a virus from taking over you hard driver Charles?” she whispered as she licked her full lips and looked pointy at his cock, before innocently lowering her golden eyes.
 
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Hearing her talk about viruses, and then leaning down to show off her large breasts...trying not to stare, but still not being able to completely resist temptation, I see a glimpse of her lacy bra underneath her blouse, slowly turning as red as the bra is.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a young lady with her hand up, realizing that I'll be able to escape now after I answer the question. But I can't stop wondering if she's just teasing me because I'm a new student...or if she really is trying to seduce me. Shaking my head gently to clear my thoughts, I say "No, I have not had a virus before. And the best way to prevent them is to download some anti-virus programs, like the ones we use here." and then, without even thinking about what I was saying...

"If you'd like to talk more about them, you can come to my office hours once class is over...it's just down the hall in Room 694."

I then head to the front of the room and answer the other person's question, leaning over her chair so I can explain what she needs to do...and then I realize that I'd be alone with Marcy in my office after class....oh oh....
 
Macy

Macy watched as he lean forward to help the student, thinking he had a nice ass. If Michelle didn’t want him she could think of a lot of things she could do with Mr. Hard Drive. She must admit she was turned on by his young innocence and he did turn a pretty shade of red when he was embarrassed. Macy wondered about the bulging cock that he hid in his slacks. She squirmed in her seat thinking of riding his young cock.

Macy moaned softly wondering what the matter with her was. She was turning into the cradle robber that she accused Michelle of being. Besides she would wait to see what happen between Michelle and him, if her girl didn’t make a move soon, she would see what she could do to be come the teachers pet, or better yet, make the teacher her pet!
 
After helping out a couple of the students up front with their questions, I went up to the front of the room and checked my e-mail, getting an update from my mom and a letter from the instructor in charge of the course. But even as I scanned through the message, I couldn't stop wondering what was going to happen in my office.

When I first came to this school, if you told me that a beautiful woman would throw herself at me? I'd be glad. I'd be all for it. No question. But...She's so beautiful, and she's turned me on so much now...what am I going to do if she comes onto me in the office? As much as I'd love to bend her over my desk...she's still a student.

Alright, well, it's settled then. If she has any serious questions, great...but if it's anything else, then I'll tell her to leave...for sure....definitly...no doubt about it....

...

maybe.
 
class ends

I check my watch, and realize it's 2:30...class is over now. I get up and grab my things, logging off of the computer, and go to leave.

"Class is over, so another group will be coming in in a couple minutes...if you have any questions about the class, you can come by my office...I don't have any office hours today, but I should be in there for most of the day. See you next week..."

As I leave the room, I see Michelle and Macy whispering...what could they be talking about?
 
Macy

Macy collected her things and went to her next class, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the new young teacher, Charles. Wondering about all the different things he could teach her, or she could teach him. She signed thing he was too young for her. She had young men before and they were nothing but trouble most of them were immature, and didn’t know how to please a woman. All they thought about was getting there rocks off. Perhaps she should go to his office and see how mature he was. Maybe let him help her with her homework.

Macy made her way to Charles’ office and stop at the door watching him. She felt her dark nipples harden, as she squirmed in the door. She should leave, this man was too young for her and that they had nothing in common. There were too many differences between them and the racial difference did make matter easier. She should go…

Macy turned to leave
 
As I sit there looking over some paperwork, I can't help but be a little disappointed that Macy never showed up. Maybe I read the signals wrong...maybe she had just needed help and was teasing me a bit. What would a beautiful woman like that want with little old me anyways..

Out of the corner of my eyes I see someone standing in my doorway, but then turning to leave...

"Macy...did you have something you wanted to ask me?..", I say as I stand up and look towards the doorway...
 
Macy

Having been caught she had no choice but to turn and answer him.
“I was… ahh I thought I needed some help, but realized that didn’t want to bother you.” She said lamely her dark cheeks flushed. Goodness he was attractive, his lips looked so full and soft, she could just image him kissing his way down her belly to her… She quickly pulled her books in front of her to hind her hard nipples, as another flush caressed her brown cheeks. She I probably could go to jail for thinking these thoughts about a child.
“How old are you?” she asked in a soft whisper wishing she could bite the words back.
 
I smile, watching her stand there...it looks like now I've thrown her off, as opposed to earlier today. "How old are you?" , she asks. It seems like such an odd question, but I figure I'll joke with her a bit...maybe put her at ease..."I'm 22 and a half" I say, sounding like the child she probably thinks of me as.

As I look into her eyes, I sense that she's having trouble with something...even if she doesn't want to admit it. Just like the teacher's I used to have, I know that the only way I can find out what's wrong is by offering a chance to try and be helpful...

"You look worried about something...is their something wrong Macy? Would you like to come in and talk?"
 
Macy

Macy moved to sit in the chair near his desk before she remembered to close her mouth; he was twenty-two and a half?????? Oh my god he was just old enough to by drinks. He wouldn’t even be allowed in some of the clubs that she went to, which were 35 and older. I am attracted a man young enough to be my… - little brother.

“You are a baby,”

she blurted out then suddenly bit her tongue. She remembered when she was his age how she hated people to call her a baby. Macy quickly cleared up her meaning

“What I meant to say was, you look so young to be teaching college students.”

She smiled lamely at him. Remember how she had teased him about hard drive and quick processor. ‘You go R Kelly’ she thought to herself. Macy closed her troubled filled eyes and wonder how fast she could get out of his office before she embarrassed herself more.
 
As he heard her blurt out "You are a baby", the words cut through him like a knife. He was right...she didn't really have feelings for him. She had just teased him to amuse herself. Well then...maybe he won't just let her persue him any more.

"I know what you mean Macy. I'm just so young, it's obvious it seems like I shouldn't be here. What could I possibly have to offer any of you students?"

I stand up from my chair, walking over towards my bookshelf, only using it as a prop for my next move. I grab one of the books off the shelves, as Macy keeps her back turned to me, looking off into space, trying to think of a way to leave.

"Seriously, it's ridiculous. A woman of your age, taking a class from a young buck like me...insane. I bet when you go home to sit around your dinner table stitching, you'll laugh about something like this."

I walk back to the desk, putting the book down on the corner of the desk...

"But Macy, it looks like you're a bit stressed by all of this. Maybe you just need to relax, and accept that no matter what you're thinking...deep down...you know that you want me......as your teacher", adding the last part to make her squirm a bit...

"But even a young buck like me knows how to help someone relax...", I say as I slide my slightly inexperienced hands to her shoulders, gently massaging them, and hoping not to make her angry, as I look down at her. "And as your instructor, I'm supposed to make sure you feel completely at ease coming to me for anything"
 
Macy

At first his words made her anger, she was older then him, but not that old. Shess he act like she was his grandmother.’ sit around your dinner table stitching,???’ What hell was that suppose to mean. She was only 36 for goodness sakes. And probably could run rings around his young ass on a dance floor.

Then he went on the add insult to injury.

‘you know that you want me......as your teacher,

’ she wanted him alright, for a lot of things. ‘Maybe as her young stud, a big dick quick fuck buddy, or better yet well trained pussy eater. , but as far as him being her teacher. He had a few things to learn before he was ready to teach ‘a woman her’ age anything. And he picked the right woman to teach him!

Macy was so upset that she forgotten all the reason she had decided against dealing with him, and when he put his hands on her shoulders and said. ‘And as your instructor, I'm supposed to make sure you feel completely at ease coming to me for anything’
She would Cum to him, on him, with him. She moaned lightly pressing herself back into his hands.
And grin inwardly thinking ‘Let the teaching begin’

“Your right Charles I am having so much trouble with my lesson perhaps you could help me… I really want to pass your class but I have to go to another class now and wont be free before 8pm tonight.”

She signed for effect before adding

“I know you’re probably too busy for a ‘woman my age’ but I really need you Charles. "

She said the last part with a purring moan. Arching her head back to look at him, her long ebony braids spilling down her back. From his vantage point he could look directly down her blouse and see the red lacy bra caressing her full golden brown breast
 
Feeling her push back against my hands, and then leaning back so I can look down her shirt again, I think to myself 'Well, guess my magic hands work better than I thought'.

As she asks for a late night tutoring, all I can say to her is "Your place or mine?" as I smile to myself, thinking about how easy this had been. Now who's the mature one?

As I await for her decision as to where we'll meet, I can't help but look down towards her eyes, but really taking a nice long glance at her breasts again, imagining what I'll do to them...if she gives me the chance....
 
That’s right take a nice long look at what you will be begging for kid! She thought to herself as she smiled allowing him to think he got his way when in truth she got hers.

She frown in before saying

“ Your place”

always go to their house that way if things get out of hand and you want to leave you can, you dong have to worry about trying to put him out. Plus she wanted to see how John Boy lived..
She smiled as she stood gathering her books. When she turn to move past him her full breast brushed light against his arm…

“Thanks Charles see you tonight”
 
I smile and jot my address down, placing it gently in her hand as I smile at her, "Don't be late Macy", and I open the door for her, placing my hand on the small of her back as she leaves. I watch her walk down the hallway for a bit, admiring her ass, before I go back into my office.

* * *

As I finish combing my hair after a shower, I look in the mirror and smile to myself "Looking good boss...tonight will be great". I adjust my shirt collar as I finish buttoning it, then head out into the sitting area.

I quickly survey the scene in there, and realize that while it's tidy, I should've cleaned up a bit more. Comic books and computer magazines are placed on the coffee table, while my bookshelf contains loads of hockey memorabilia, from bobbleheads to figures to mini trophies.

Glancing over my shoulder at my room, I see posters of some of the women from the different wrestling federations, movie posters for Star Wars and Star Trek, and pictures of my family.

I quickly realize that I'm going to need to do some reorganization before she gets here. Otherwise, she'll probably look around the place and realize how big of a dork I am...and be back in her car before I can say anything. Well, as long as she doesn't find my porn coll......

I hear the doorbell ring, and check my watch. Figures...right on time. After a momentary pause to ponder running around and moving everything, I shrug and head to the door. I open the door...
 
Macy

Macy sat in the car wondering why she was here. She was a straight A student so she really didn’t need help, not help with homework anyway. She sighed inwardly, to be totally honest; she wanted to fuck her 22yro teacher. Her chocolate body long to see how much he really knew but her mind reminder her that he was barely legal.

They were both old enough; why not indulge in a little after school sex? Hell she might teach him a few things. Macy smiled having talked herself into it she got out the car and hurried and rang the door before she changed her mind again

When he opened it all Macy could think was. ‘Oh yeah your definitely fuckable’ He looked fresh from the shower his hair still slightly damp. She could see his tanned skin under the V of his
shirt. He didn’t look as if he was getting ready to tutor a student


“You look …. Ahh Nice, are we still on for the teaching session or were you going somewhere?”
 
As I looked at her in the doorway, I thought to myself "What have I gotten myself into...", but quickly shook that away...you don't get to fuck a hot older woman every day.

"Oh, these old things? Psh...I always dress like this when I have company. Should always look your best, right?"

I step aside and let her walk in the door before closing and locking it behind her. I shove some of the comics aside and try to hide them on the bookshelf as she looks around.

Trying to break the ice, I rack my mind of something to say...hey...maybe she'll want a drink...."We can work in here, it's much more comfortable. Would you like anything to drink?"
 
Macy

‘Yeah I need a double shot of scotch with a rum chaser’ she murmured to herself before smiling at him and saying loudly

“no I am fine, thank you”

as she moved farther into the room she noticed the comic books he tried to hide and moan inwardly, thinking I bet he still eat cereal in bed watching Saturday morning cartoons. This was a huge mistake and she was just going to tell him she changed her mind when she noticed the size of his cock in his pants. Damn! For a white boy he seemed well endowed and there was nothing Macy liked more then and man with a big cock, but the questions was did he know how to use it, and was that all him or some gym socks?

Macy sat her books on the end table as she sat on the comfortable couch leaving more then enough room for him if he liked. Her short black skirt rose high up her golden brown thighs allowing his eyes access to her long brown legs and big thighs. Her red ‘Baby Phat’ rib hugging tee shirt clung to her full golden brown breast, and tucked into the waist of her skirt emphasizing the smallness of her waist and the roundness of her hips.


“So are you ready?” she asked with a soft seductive voice as she watched him
 
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