Private School Goes Co-Ed

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Ashleigh (18) has gone to Lady Winshire's School for Girls since she was old enough to go to school. It was a private residential school where the student's lived year-round. The school had had dances with Baskerton's School for Boys for years. Ashleigh had never imagined sharing a school with those boys.

Ashleigh was a beautiful girl with an athletic body. She was the star of the girls' soccer team and a gold medalist in gymnastics. Her breasts were the perfect size and her butt was round and firm. Her long legs were tanned and toned from hours of soccer training during the summer. She had wavy brown hair that hung low down her back. She had innoncent blue eyes and soft, full lips. All of her body features were complimented well by the uniform that was required in the school. It was your basic Catholic school girl uniform. The girls used to wear the skirt short and with their shirt unbuttoned a little, but now that the boys were coming they were under strict order to wear them properly.

Ashleigh had settled back into her room the day before after returning from soccer camp. Today, she gathered her books and began walking to her first class. The boys had moved into the dormitory across campus. She noticed some tossing the football and talking in groups as she passed. She received a few cat calls and whistles as she passed the dormitory. One of her friends passed by and said, "I told you they would be nothing, but trouble. They're nothing, but a bunch of horndogs." Ashleigh rolled her eyes and said, "It might not be so bad. And don't even deny the fact that you're horny too."

Ashleigh walked into class and was going to sit in her usual seat, but she noticed a very handsome young man occupying it. He was surrounded by some other less attractive guys. He seemed like the leader of the group. She walked over to her seat and looked down at the young man. With a nice smile, she said, "I know you're new, but that's my usual seat. I see that you're friends are sitting around you, but do you mind moving back one seat?" She pointed at the seat behind him.

OOC: You'll be the guy in my character's seat. He's handsome and popular. It can be a little romantic, but remember these are hormone-driven seniors in a private school.
 
Chester

Chester Havaok, only recently turned 18, looked at the girl, he was popular and pretty good looking. The blue uniforum brought out the build of his arms and legs. He had hair that was died a dark black and shaved and piercing green eyes. He was tall, taller then many other boys by a few inches. And despite his athletic build didn't weigh much. He, much like the girl looking at him, was a sports star, the star QB of the football team. Playing football in the fall and practacing through a lot of spring and the last days of summer gave him a tan that almost riveled her's, but not quite because football season was long over.

One of the other boys, bigger but less popular, whispered in Chester's ear, "I dare you to say it to her...."

"You mad man this is like a catholic school..."

"C'mon I'll give you 20 bucks"

"Fuck off I'm not that stupid..." he whispered to the unpopular child. Then he turned to the girl hoping she hadn't been listeing and said a flat, "sure" and moved back a seat but not before making sure the other boys went away from her. It didn't matter, he haden't yet started work and besides, from here he could get a good view of her ass shifting through that tight uniforum.
 
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Ashleigh noticed the boys whispering before they moved back. She knew they were whispering about her, but she didn't really mind.

She took her seat and was soon joined by some of her friends from the soccer team. She talked to her friends and pretended to not hear the whispers from the guys behind them. Her co- captain leaned over and whispered in her ear, "The one behind you is really cute. And he keeps looking at you."

Ashleigh shook her head and whispered back, "Yea, he's cute AND he knows he's cute. The last thing I would do is show interest and boost his ego." She turned back to face the front of the room as the teacher entered.
 
Chester lisinted the rest of the class and looked at his notes he was writing the rest of the class. Of coarse keeping his eyes off the girl in front of him was a challenge.
 
Ashleigh could feel Chester watching her throughout the entire class. She tried to listen to the teacher drone on about what was expected of them for the year. Ashleigh was a straight A student, but school just came naturally to her along with sports and just about anything she tried.

After about an hour and a half, the bell rang and Ashleigh gathered her books. She stayed for a few minutes because her friends just had to talk to her before she headed off to gymnastics practice which was held in the middle of the day because the gym was occupied in the afternoons.

She noticed that Chester didn't leave when the bell rang either.
 
Chester got a front view of the hot young women before heading outside for the first football practice of the season.....
 
After talking to her friends for a few minutes, she grabbed her gym bag and headed off to practice.

She was walking down the hall that led to the girls locker room when a guy grabbed her arm and said, "Hey, sweetie! Don't you wanna come talk to me?" Ashleigh tensed up and tried to pull her arm away from him.

"Take your hands off me.", she tried to pull away with no avail. She heard someone coming down the hall and the guy tried to pull her into the boys locker room.
 
((The guy is a random character...but yours can be the person that is coming.))
 
Chester was listening to music on his iPod when he heard the same hot young girl that sat in front of him in class scream. He saw the person dragging her into the bathroom was someone who had gotten expelled for 3 weeks just before the 2 schools went Co-ed. "You UGLY SONOFABITCH." Chester yelled running down the hall. He punched the boy in the face and threw him against the wall. "What is wrong with you PERVERTED BASTARD."

"I'm sorr..."

"You sick minded freak, I got half a mind to get your ass out of this school faster then the little piece of shit inside your head you call a brain can produce a thought. Now GET OUT!"

"But you see Ches it was just..."

"Fuck off you pervert" he said punching him hard in the gut. With that the boy ran down the hall. Hoping she was too afraid to here the fit of swearing, he said with a concerned look, "Are you okay?"
 
As the boy ran off, Ashleigh regained her composure and leaned against a wall.

"I can't believe that I actually thought guys at this school was a good idea. What a sleeze!"

She looked up at Chester who had a concerned look on his face and said, "Thank you. If you didn't come, there no telling what would have happen." She was still a little shaken as she tried to catch her breath.

She ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her uniform. She shook her head in disbelief and said, "I can't thank you enough."
 
James was one of the teachers at the school, and, he too, had mixed feelings about boys entering the school. Granted, he *did* feel a tinge of competition from them for the attention of the girls, but he did his best to put that out of his mind. And, of course, that he was the sex education teacher and was asked menstrual questions every month made him think of hormones in a way that was *not* condusive to one's animalistic urges. In any case, he heard boys fighting and asked, "What's going on here? Is there something wrong? Are either of you two hurt?"

OOC: Saw GG without a reply and thought I'd see what I could do... :rose:


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OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join.

Alice Jackson, 18, had only just transfered to the school the previous week. Her father had scored a job in town and had hauled the Jackson family all the way from Sydney, Australia, and so far the transfer hadn't exactly been a smooth one, with the school making the transition from private to co-ed the very day of her arrival. Needless to say, there was a lot of tension in the air.

On this particular day, she had been sent to the Headmasters office after getting into a fight with a girl, who had claimed she had been flirting with her boyfriend who had started attending seeing as the school was now co-ed. It was complete rubbish, Alice had only helped him find a book he had been looking for as he apparently didnt visit the library much. Granted, he had been quite good looking, but that was as far as it went.

A self confessed bookworm, she alienated herself from the rest of the student body, spending most of her free time or free periods in the library. With naturally wavy blonde hair and blue eyes she felt - and was, so it seemed - much different than the girls here, preferring to go without makeup and hair product.

And now, after leaving the Headmaster's office she had collided with a boy who was sprinting down the hallway, sending her books flying and her temper quite obviously flared.

"Why don't you watch where you're going you fucking clown!" she spat, shoving him off her as he grabbed ahold of her to keep his balance.
 
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"Why don't you watch where you're going you fucking clown!" she spat, shoving him off her as he grabbed ahold of her to keep his balance.

"Why the hell don't YOU look where YOU'RE going?", he said. The two spent an angry minute just looking at each other, then he relented. "Thank you," he gritted through his teeth. What the... It was the boy from the library! He slowly picked up her books, looking away from the girl. As he bent over, he revealed a purplish bruise on his stomach. Suddenly turning towards the girl, he said, "DON'T LOOK!" He was holding back something, then stood up, head bowed, and walked down the hallway.

Still in view, he was accosted by his 'girlfriend'. The girlfriend looked down the hallway and glared at Alice. The couple's yelling could be heard, words indiscernable. Finally, a loud *smack* echoed down the hallway, as she hit him and stomped off. All he did now was look down on the floor, alone as the others passed by him.

OOC: Hope this works!


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OOC: I love it! Thanks for continuing this. :rose:

Glaring at him, she was about to shove him backwards when she realised who it was. The cute boy from the library, the one who had gotten her into this mess in the first place. Not that she minded of course.

Speechless, Alice stood rooted to the spot as he handed her back her books. He seemed.. withdrawn, frustrated and completely different to the boy she had come across in the library and she couldnt quite comprehend why. He straightened up, allowing her to catch a glimpse of a purpleish bruise on his abdomen.

Catching her out at this he shouted at her, telling her not too look, and raced off down the hallway. Alice stared after him, a little perplexed, watching as he was approached by his girlfriend who glared down the hallway at her. Alice flashed her a sickeningly sweet 'fuck you' smile and grimaced as he was subjected to a barrage of verbal abuse by the girl, which was finished off with a sharp slap across the face which left the boy positively smarting.

Never being one to tie herself down with the emotional baggage of others, Alice found herself taking a step in his direction. She knew if she approached him he was only likely to yell at her or run off, but she felt she had to try.

"Hey.. " she called, taking a few more steps his way.
 
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Oh. Hey.

Alex replied almost as reflex, more than anything else. A numbness had crept over his body, the pain of his family... his girlfriend, destroying himself within. A bespeckled young girl was looking at him. He looked at her, before returning downcast to the floor. At least her words did *something* to him, eliciting a response his hard heart would not otherwise give. Part of him wanted to protect her and reject her from his world, part of him wanted to be rescued by letting her in it.


James slouched in his seat. As a guidance counselor for the school, he noticed Alex's grades slipping over the semester. Talking with him revealed a sullen changed student, and James felt helpless that he could not reach him. His own faculty head was promoting the integration of boys into the school, and it was school policy to assign another student as a tutor. He only briefly witnessed it, but he noticed the student, Alice, managing to, even briefly, succeeding in reach out to Alex. James wasn't sure if Alice could return Alex to the boy he was, but she accomplished in a few words more than James could do in afternoons with the boy. He shrugged his shoulders, and assigned her as his tutor. James knew Alex was accustomed to the library, and hoped the tutoring rooms there would be suitable for him and Alice.


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She was level with him now, and it was their two figures that stood alone in the hallway. Alice was glad of this as it would have been extremely hard to talk to him in the company of his peers, as she had so readily discovered at her last school and in a lesser extent this one.

"I just wanted to tell you," she began, unaware of how he was going to take this news. She herself had almost protested at the suggestion of it - her - a tutor? She was a self-professed impatient bitch when it came to trying to teach anyone anything, just a day earlier she had erupted at her mother while trying to teach her the basics of operating a microwave!

"That James assigned me as your tutor." she said, removing a book from her collection and shoving it into his chest. It was more of an order than an offering, she had no time for pleasantries.

"You might not think you need one, and you've got every right to complain, but I want you to know I'm not entirely happy with it either, although I've got no choice. Whether its you or somebody else I've got to do it. So I'll be in the library tomorrow at lunchtime - you've got two choices as I see it. You can be tutored by me, or not. I dont really care either way."

She paused, watching him. He was still standing, just listening to her and taking in her words. Her gaze softened as did her tone when she spoke again.

"We're starting with English, if you do decide to come. Bring your book along too."

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the building, hoping deep in her heart that he would turn up.
 
Alex glared back at Alice. It was less of a look of rebellion, than a mixture of angry helplessness and need. Another woman he did not need in his life, as the sting on his face and bruise on his side told him well. There was another part of his body that had been touched, but it was none of anyone's business, and he shut the thought out.

The library tomorrow at lunch. It was probably better than getting into trouble (again) and maybe he would actually *learn* something. While his "friends" made jokes that being suspended from school was hardly a punishment, the thought of not being away from home made Alex shudder with cold.

He appeared the next day, backback, book, and brown paper sack. Oddly enough, he actually appeared... groomed? Not groomed in an absolute sense, but some token of respect -- his hair less disheveled, a tight white t-shirt under his wrinkled clothing. Even a belt to go with his jeans. Had James been there, he would have been unexpectedly suprised -- or even suspicious.


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Her last period had been Modern History, and the teacher had instructed them to go to the library to do some research on their current project. The library. Alice was hardly able to concentrate throughout the entire lesson - her mind was flooded with thoughts of Alex who she had seen that very morning, in the hallway, looking nothing like he had the previous day.

She had hated to admit it to herself but he had looked pretty damn hot. She was so caught up in wondering how she was going to keep from throwing herself at him during their tutoring session that her teacher had to yell at her three times before she got to work.

Deciding to stick around in the library to wait for him - if he actually showed up - she positioned herself near the back of the library and began to read to pass the time, sitting adjacent to a tutoring room. It was a fairly warm day outside and even though she had donned the schools traditional 'Summer' uniform for girls - white blouse, a tie of all things, short, green, pleated skirt and knee-high socks with black dress shoes - she was still glad for the libraries airconditioning system.

And so she waited.
 
I had been among the top students in boys school and never favoured the idea of our schools being merged into a co-ed one as I believed that it would be very difficult to study with girls all around. One more reason was that I felt uneasy talking to girls because I always felt that I was not good looking with a small height, wearing glasses and that always serious looks.

So ever since when we started in this new setup, I used to sit kind of alone in the first corner bench in class and when ever there were no classes, I used to go to library. I felt easy in library as the environment there was silent and nobody was there to disturb as I found that after the schools merged, less and less boys and girls were coming to library. Maybe they found some other important things to do.

As usual I was sitted in the corner of library and studying when I felt someone come and stand near me. I thought to myself Who is here? No one ever comes to this corner of library as most of the books kept this side are old and out of syllabus...
 
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His shirt itched, his collar was too tight, and his pants were made of f*cking polyester. Had he known better, he would have known his school uniform was a 1/4 of size too small. But he didn't know the first thing about them (indeed, his tie was all wrong), his mother didn't give a damn, and his aunt he had no desire to ask at all. Alice probably wouldn't say much either -- the shirt was tight across his chest, the pants hugged his muscular legs and behind (a very good way to hide from others, he found, was the school gym). The fabric didn't breathe, and the air conditioning did nothing for him.

In any case, after entering the library, he glanced at Alice, mumbled something, then they entered the tutoring room together. He grimaced when he saw her -- as if he recognized something he didn't want to remember. Sitting down with each other, he avoided looking at her, but her arousing gaze, the tightness of *her* blouse, and her legs through her skirt, it was hard, indeed. He felt himself becoming a little aroused, and his forehead was sweating already.

He finally turned to her -- and raised his head so he could look at her eyes. They spent a little too long just gazing a bit. He blushed then asked, "Alright, Alice. What are we working on today?"


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OCC: Back to Ashleigh

Ashleigh was walking do the girls dorm room, after a long day of training and exhaustion. She was ready to fall asleep any instance. She went to the shower, which were empty because of the time. She took off all her clothes and went in the lavatory. She was beautiful, young lady. Perfect firm breasts, a nice round shaped ass, and all that soccer practice paid her well with nice firm thighs. She showered and dried herself.

Suddenly she heard someone come in. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. She opend the door and got a glimpse of a blue coat... the boys uniform. Then it came to her... boys and girls were to share the same bathing lavatory because the boys lavatory was not installed at the present date.

She tried her best to leave without making much noise, but was incapable. The man saw her and put a smile on his face. He started by taking off his belt and then continued toward Ashleigh.
 
After closing the door behind her, she found herself standing there, just gazing at him. There was something odd about the way his uniform was sitting and after looking him over once or twice, she realised that it was a bit too small. Like he had washed it for the first time on too hot a setting and it had shrunk. She flashed him a smirk, finding him altogether gorgeous at that very moment.

"Well," she said, breaking her gaze and sitting across from him. "James told me you have a bit of trouble with verbs and nouns and stuff. So I thought we could start there." She leant over, pulling her book from her bag and placing it on the desk in front of her.

Crossing her legs right over left, she produced a pen from her breast pocket and motioned to her book. "My book is a log of our progress. Whatever we do I write it in there. If you're really hopeless that goes in too, but if you bribe me I'll say something like there's lots of room for improvement."

She grinned at him and pointed at his book, explaining that most of what he learnt in the sessions would have to be written down in there. It didnt have to be essays on every topic, just little snippets. "And if I like what you write, you get a sticker," she said, grinning again. He was sitting there like a first grader, attentive as ever, and she was loving it.

"So. What do you want to start off with? Verbs?"
 
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"So. What do you want to start off with? Verbs?"

Alex silently seethed at Alice's smirking smile. Was she making fun of him? That uppity bitch, he thought. Why was she doing this? My life is nothing but you women destroying my... yes, I know my clothes don't fit. My aunt and mother did this on *purpose* they... Alex stifled his thoughts. No, it wasn't Alice's fault that the things that happened to him did. He touched again the purple bruise through his shirt to remind him whose fault it *was*. But there she was, taunting him with her taps on that logbook. Her grin, mocking him. Bribe, my ass... he thought. Sticker my goddamn...

"Okay," he retorted. "Sex."


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