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Teacher in trouble (Closed for AMericrodman101)
On the Friday of the first week at her new school she had worn a simple light summer dress, knowing the air-conditioning might be out in her classroom. She caught the boys checking her out, while she stood by the window, and realised the dress had been a mistake. However, they were certainly paying attention.
As a new teacher, she was trying to be hard, yet fair.
Amy picked up a school bag, which Miranda left it behind after class. It was the last period, before the end of day, and Amy didn't have another class to teach. She decided to deliver the bag to Miranda, as the class was on her way to the parking lot. So far she hadn't been volunteered for anything, by the principal, so there was still a free period each day.
She put the bag down, to put change into a drinks machine. It was a hot day and she needed a cold juice. While bending over, to get the drink, she sensed there was someone behind her. She became conscious of the light dress, plastered between her cheeks. She automatically moved sideways out of the way, only to trip over the school bag.
Amy landed on her bottom, with legs sprawled over the bag. She went to push the dress down, but a young guy grabbed her hand to pull her up. For a moment she was stuck there, with him looking right between her legs. In that split second, she became aware of how hot she was.
It wasn't just the heat of the day. She had become aroused, from the young guys in class checking her out. This adolescent too, had that male, predatory look on his face. The confident look he gave her, added to an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment.
He pulled her up off the floor, at the same time grabbing her other hand. He pulled her close, too close for comfort. He was a tall handsome guy. At only 160 cm, she felt overpowered by such a close presence. Taking a step back, her heel hit the bag, and she almost tumbled again.
He still had a hold of her hand, only now he firmly gripped her waist, with a strong arm.
"You're new here, Miranda, otherwise I would have noticed a beauty like you," he smiled. He was used to melting the hearts of cheerleaders, and was always prepared to practise on an attractive girl. There was something about her he liked.
She was cute, the way she blushed, when he picked her up. She didn't complain, or insult him like some of the girls, who were far too arrogant to be man handled.
Amy was taken aback when he called her Miranda, until recalling the bag was plastered with Miranda's name all over it. She was about to correct him, telling him she was a new teacher, not a new girl. Instead he took her by surprise, when he leant forward, to kiss her cheek.
She faced him, to tell him off. Instead his lips contacted hers, in one of those embarrassing moments. Her mouth was still slightly open, from attempting to speak, and from astonishment at his audacity.
Amy felt his tongue flicker over her lips, curl around her tongue then pull away. He pulled upon her lips, sucking on them. The strong clench she was in, took her breath away. She didn't even try to push him away. She stood there in shock.
"What class are you in?" he casually asked.
The question seemed so banal, after what he had just done to her. Her heart was racing. She was standing in a corridor at school, in the arms of a hunky young boy, being molested. Though she couldn't say she had objected. That was a bad thing. She should have kicked him, or at least closed her mouth.
Amy mumbled her class was history, all the while feeling small, and inadequate. She squirmed like a schoolgirl, as he reawakened those past times of awkwardness, with boys.
"You kiss nice," he said.
The warm confident smile made her legs weak. "You, I mean WE, shouldn't have," she managed to say. She was blushing and couldn't look up at him. He had left her feeling demure and fragile.
She held back from telling him she was a teacher. Damn! What would he say to his friends if he found out? He would brag about kissing the new teacher, leaving her reputation to plummet through the floor. It would be impossible after that, to control a class of young adolescents.
She tried to push him away, but the strong arm gripped her tight, as though she was nothing more than a light doll.
"Let me go, please," she demanded.
"One more kiss for helping you!" he chuckled.
An unsettling idea was suddenly realised, that she, was affected by this handsome young man. Otherwise she would have tried harder to pull away from his embrace. His arms were casually wrapped around her body, leaving her feeling overpowered, and a little breathless.
"Hell!" she whispered. "The principal!" she warned him
On the Friday of the first week at her new school she had worn a simple light summer dress, knowing the air-conditioning might be out in her classroom. She caught the boys checking her out, while she stood by the window, and realised the dress had been a mistake. However, they were certainly paying attention.
As a new teacher, she was trying to be hard, yet fair.
Amy picked up a school bag, which Miranda left it behind after class. It was the last period, before the end of day, and Amy didn't have another class to teach. She decided to deliver the bag to Miranda, as the class was on her way to the parking lot. So far she hadn't been volunteered for anything, by the principal, so there was still a free period each day.
She put the bag down, to put change into a drinks machine. It was a hot day and she needed a cold juice. While bending over, to get the drink, she sensed there was someone behind her. She became conscious of the light dress, plastered between her cheeks. She automatically moved sideways out of the way, only to trip over the school bag.
Amy landed on her bottom, with legs sprawled over the bag. She went to push the dress down, but a young guy grabbed her hand to pull her up. For a moment she was stuck there, with him looking right between her legs. In that split second, she became aware of how hot she was.
It wasn't just the heat of the day. She had become aroused, from the young guys in class checking her out. This adolescent too, had that male, predatory look on his face. The confident look he gave her, added to an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment.
He pulled her up off the floor, at the same time grabbing her other hand. He pulled her close, too close for comfort. He was a tall handsome guy. At only 160 cm, she felt overpowered by such a close presence. Taking a step back, her heel hit the bag, and she almost tumbled again.
He still had a hold of her hand, only now he firmly gripped her waist, with a strong arm.
"You're new here, Miranda, otherwise I would have noticed a beauty like you," he smiled. He was used to melting the hearts of cheerleaders, and was always prepared to practise on an attractive girl. There was something about her he liked.
She was cute, the way she blushed, when he picked her up. She didn't complain, or insult him like some of the girls, who were far too arrogant to be man handled.
Amy was taken aback when he called her Miranda, until recalling the bag was plastered with Miranda's name all over it. She was about to correct him, telling him she was a new teacher, not a new girl. Instead he took her by surprise, when he leant forward, to kiss her cheek.
She faced him, to tell him off. Instead his lips contacted hers, in one of those embarrassing moments. Her mouth was still slightly open, from attempting to speak, and from astonishment at his audacity.
Amy felt his tongue flicker over her lips, curl around her tongue then pull away. He pulled upon her lips, sucking on them. The strong clench she was in, took her breath away. She didn't even try to push him away. She stood there in shock.
"What class are you in?" he casually asked.
The question seemed so banal, after what he had just done to her. Her heart was racing. She was standing in a corridor at school, in the arms of a hunky young boy, being molested. Though she couldn't say she had objected. That was a bad thing. She should have kicked him, or at least closed her mouth.
Amy mumbled her class was history, all the while feeling small, and inadequate. She squirmed like a schoolgirl, as he reawakened those past times of awkwardness, with boys.
"You kiss nice," he said.
The warm confident smile made her legs weak. "You, I mean WE, shouldn't have," she managed to say. She was blushing and couldn't look up at him. He had left her feeling demure and fragile.
She held back from telling him she was a teacher. Damn! What would he say to his friends if he found out? He would brag about kissing the new teacher, leaving her reputation to plummet through the floor. It would be impossible after that, to control a class of young adolescents.
She tried to push him away, but the strong arm gripped her tight, as though she was nothing more than a light doll.
"Let me go, please," she demanded.
"One more kiss for helping you!" he chuckled.
An unsettling idea was suddenly realised, that she, was affected by this handsome young man. Otherwise she would have tried harder to pull away from his embrace. His arms were casually wrapped around her body, leaving her feeling overpowered, and a little breathless.
"Hell!" she whispered. "The principal!" she warned him
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