School Time

Blushing a bit at being caught, Karen grins at the request.
"Well, teach..., I think that if you want my panties, it's only fair that you pull them off of me yourself...."
She grinned up at him with a wicked gleam in her eye.....
 
Jayme

Never in his life had he seen a group of people so openly sexual. It was pretty amusing to him. Of course, he was a normal guy at heart and longed for sex. But no girl had ever approached him and he had never had the guts to put himself on the line like that. Still, coming from a major city, he was no virgin.

When the teacher said they could sit where they wanted, he immediately chose the far back corner, atleast there he could feel comfortable. Atleast there he could be away from the accusing eyes. He knew people thought he was dirt poor, which, in actuality, he was. He knew they thought there was something wrong with him and he stopped trying to prove people wrong years ago. He watched as Mike, probably some lady-killing jock (he's seen the type before) tried to pick up Amy and Karen, and noticed Mr. Jost and Karen's silent conversation. All the while Mr. Jost was talking about a blowjob. "How am I the strange one?" he thought to himself.

Jayme couldn't help staring at Amy. She had a beauty like none other he's ever seen. She was a different kind of beautiful. Naturally, as soon as the thought came to his mind, he shot himself down. "You're ugly, you're stupid, you're worthless. A girl like her would never talk to someone like you." There, with that idea in mind, nothing could go wrong. It was his safety plan.
 
Mr Jost

He moved to the door and made sure it was locked and the blind drawn, then returned to the waiting beauty. He looked her deep in the eyes as he moved closer, close enough that his hardness brushed against her belly.

He whispered, "It will be my pleasure, Karen." And, as his hands slid up her smooth taut thighs, he bent and kissed her. She seemed surprised at first, but returned the kiss. Adie slipped his hands higher, his fingers tracing patterns on her teenaged flesh. His hands came to her ass and cupped it as her arms entwined around his neck. The kiss deepened. He nibbled her lip, and slipped one finger under the gusset of her panties. Her liquid arousal met his touch and he probed, testing her pretty pussy. She was warm and wet and slightly open to him.

He teased her pussy, reveling in her soft moans. He knew she'd return now, ready for him.

He slipped his finger out and deftly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the lace panties. Tugging slightly, he removed them and pushed them down her thighs til they dropped to the floor. He broke the kiss and said, "Please retrieve them for me, Karen."
 
Name: Rayne Blackthorne
Age:19
Appearance: 6'0, black hiar with red streask though it. Pale complexion. butsy very cute. Rayen is a bit of a shy girl, but underneath it beats the heart of a wild vixen.


Rayne walked into to the classroom takign very little notice of what was going on. the only reason she was at this school was because her parents were to buys with thier own lives. Her father was an Ambasador who was stationed in Greece and her mother was the perfect thropy wife always at his side and throwing parties.

Rayne on the other hand hated being an after thought. She fit what could be seen as the goth type. Her skin was pale, her hair black and streaked and her clothes for the most part were always black. She sat down with her dark sunglasses on and pulled out her book of vampire erotica.
 
Karen felt herself shiver, and reveled in the deliciously naughty act. Once her panties hit the floor, she took a light step backward, untangling her ankles from the lace. Bending (at the waist, of course) she lifted them up, bringing them to her face as she straightened. Looking Adie in the eyes, she brought her panties to her nose, sniffing the moist lace. She took a light step forward, then another, pressing lightly against Adie's body. Without breaking her gaze from his, she slipped her panties down his pants, wrapping the warm, damp lace around his hard cock. She tip-toed up and lightly kissed him, pulling away leaving him wanting more.
"I'll see you after school, Adie."
She winked, and headed out the door.

She didn't stop at her math class, but instead continued on, down the stairs to the first floor, slipping quietly toward the locker rooms....
 
Mr Jost

He was thunderstruck by Karen's bold response to his challenge. When she turned and bent, she exposed her perfect ass and cunt to his view and he became harder. It was all he could do to not take her then and there.

And when she kissed him and slipped her hands down her pants to deposit her panties there and stroke his hard cock, he almost exploded.

"I'll see you after school, Adie."

"Yes, you will, and more...."

He pulled the panties out and smelled them....wonderful. He put them in the top drawer of his desk. His mind turned to the three other students in the class. Amythyst had already made contact with him with her searching eyes. Jayme was an enigma to him, yet he felt that there was a depth there that no one had touched. And then there was Rayne who had slipped in late.

She had an exoticism about her that had promise to it. Her rep was as a loner, tough yet fragile, trying to be noticed. He had always felt an attraction to the exotic side and he wondered how far her Gothic tendencies would run...some goths got very adventurous...was she one of them? He hoped to find out, one way or another.
 
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Rayne lost intrest in her book and looked up. It was an interesting sight but not an uncommon one.
 
Mr Jost

"Rayne, are you still here? I thought you had left with the others. Tell me about your reading, your thoughts, please"

A bit taken aback by what she might have seen & heard, Adie thought quickly. The odds were against her turning anyone in, but what else what she be thinking. He swallowed hard and hoped he was in the clear.
 
Rayne hel dup her book, Vampiric erotic. "it's vampire erotica, though there is one werewolf story. As for my thoughts, I think you're a big hornball."

She was quiet when she wanted to be, but other times she actually spoke out. "And don't worry, what would be the point in telling on you? It's not like my parents would pull me out of here.they'd have to know I existed first."
 
Mr Jost

"You're right on all counts, Rayne. I enjoy Anne Rice myself...the whole vampure series is very intelligently and exotically written. Have you ever read them?"

He smiled and admitted, "Yes, I am a 'hornball' as you put it. I think we all are to some extent. And I appreciate your promise not to tell anyone about what you saw. I hope you'll enjoy the class."

He smiled again and looked at her...
 
"yes well, Mrs. Rice does have great talent, but often i think she holds back in her sex scenes. i've always love dthe though of two men and sometimes she just gives enough to temp and tantilize, but never enough to satisfy."

She got up from her desk and walked to the front of the classroom, "Tell me what gets your fire burning?"
 
"Tell me what gets your fire burning?"

He smiled again, "Many things....with a variety of people. I've always enjoyed the exotic and the erotic. Interesting and provocative conversation, a sensuous mouth, an earlobe, a fresh new girl, a more experienced woman, a challenge... the need to be strong for lover who needs to be controlled to bring out her best.

"And, I agree with you...the scenes between men are not Anne's strength... If she were better at them, I'd find her work more arousing.

"Have I answered your question?"
 
"And, I agree with you...the scenes between men are not Anne's strength... If she were better at them, I'd find her work more arousing.

Rayne nodded and smiled.

"Have I answered your question?"

"Yes, but then you have created some more." She took out a piece of paper and scracthed down her number and room. "Come by when you have some free time an dwe'll continue this discussion."

She smiled and then left the class, her black skirt swirling behind her.
 
Mr Jost

"Yes, but then you have created some more." She took out a piece of paper and scracthed down her number and room. "Come by when you have some free time an dwe'll continue this discussion."

He watched her leave and swallowed hard. He resolved to do just that and to find out what lay beneath the surface of this gothgirl. But now, he needed to prepare his notes for his lecture on Easton the next day. He flipped through the book and began to type.....
 
Rayen went and grabbed lunch from a nearby coffee shop and haded for her room. She wonder what Mr. jost say when he found out what she had in store fo rhim. she laughed softly and laid on her bed with her book and finished reading.
 
She smiled angelicly at Mike but kept her other opinion to herself.
"Important... well that can be impressive if... that is the status you're seeking... however I'm not at the present moment." Licking her lips and moistening the rose red color. She glanced over at the others in the room and smirked. "You mean you wanna be my man... "

Since the teacher is attempting to start class I give a nod. I notice the other girl that Mike is near drooling about and figure that she is the top competion, not that it truly matters to me as I glance at Mr Jost... "Polysexuality.. you mean mass orgies?"

After class, I moved from room to room but it wasn't much since I was looking forward to class the next day... at least it was better then her PE class....

Another thing was she caught a second and better glance at the boy in her Lit class... Jayme.. .yeah Jayme... nice equipment too... bet he has someone.. she sighed.
 
Mr Jost

Ok. Here was my student teacher and here I was, hard and throbbing, and there was Rayne in the back of the room.

"Ummm, nice to meet, Miss Applethwaite. I hate to be rude, but if you would go across the hall to the English office and have a cup of coffee, I'll be done with Rayune here in 5 minutes."

OOC: Welcome McKenna.... Yep, late to the party, but always welcome. Rayne, you don't need to respond here at all. We'll play it by the seat of our pants with Miss Applethwaite coming back in after Rayne has left. Is that ok by everyone?
 
OOC: reset of Rayne's departure

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"Yes, but then you have created some more." She took out a piece of paper and scracthed down her number and room. "Come by when you have some free time an dwe'll continue this discussion."
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He watched her leave and swallowed hard. He resolved to do just that and to find out what lay beneath the surface of this gothgirl. But now, he needed to prepare his notes for his lecture on Easton the next day. He stepped across the hall and ducked his head into the English office. He smiled at Miss Apllethwaite, "come on over and we can get started."

He went to his room and sat at the computer. He flipped through the book and began to type.....
 
Jayme

He paced the halls outside his Lit class. He didn't want to go to his next class so, just as he had always done, he didn't. He was afraid he was going to have an anxiety attack and he could hear the voice inside his head beginning to call to him. He slumped down to the ground against a few lockers and shakily pulled a short blade from his pocket.

"Do it Jayme, make it hurt," he heard one evil voice tell him. He clumsily slipped the blade into a vein in his wrist and sliced. He had done this many times before and had no intent on killing himself, it just helped to ease the pain. The blood came, thick and calming as he watched it spill onto the floor. "Stop, please stop," a tiny, childish voice in his head begged. A tear slid to his eye as he looked at the damage he'd already done. Immediately, he blinked it away.

He cleaned off the blade and returned it to his pocket. Sitting silently and stunned as the voices returned to the depths of his consciousness, he debated what to do. Going to the nurse was too risky, he knew what it looked like. He could fix it as he always had at home, but school was a little different. In a few minutes, he'd decide.
 
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She walked quietly behind him and softly touched his shoulder. "Jayme... that is your name, isn't it?"

The damage was done and she merely bit her lip as she pulled a hankie from her pocket.. "Blood spilling can be viewed two ways... good or bad... I would say in your case.. it must be bad."
Holding the pressure on the wrist and moving his hair back from his face. "You know what I mean?"
 
Karen turned down the small hallway toward the locker rooms. She twirled, letting her skirt billow, feeling the cool breeze glide across her bare pussy. She giggled.
Stopping outside the doors to the locker rooms, she pondered. Would Mike try to sneak into the girls' room, or would he expect me to find him in the guys'?
The answer seemed obvious, considering his ego. Looking down the hall and seeing that the coast was clear, she pulled open the door marked "Guys" and slipped inside. She waited a moment in the empty foyer-type room, listening. Hearing nothing, she pulled open another door and slipped into the locker room.
A shiver ran through her as she smelled it: Man! Or, actually, Men! Primal and raw!
Quietly, she walked past row after row of blue lockers, looking for Mike....
 
Rayen had gotten bored with ehr book and so she changed clothes, after showering. She looked at herself in the mirror, blood red corset on the pushed her C cup breast up and out, long black skirt with a split that stopped mid thihg, fishnets and a pair of knee high leather boots.

she put on her normal blood red lipstick and went to make things very hard for mr. Jost. In her hand was a report that she happend to owe him.

She walked down to his classroom and without knocking she walke din, "Mr jost? i just remebered i still hand't turned in my report."
 
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