Teachers, students, OH MY!

creepy_ghost

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CHARACTER: TOM CAGE
A senior in his high school, Tom excells in most of his classes. He's 5'9" and 160 lbs, and is fairy attractive, although he's not ripped or anything like that. He's had a few girlfriends and considers himself pretty much an expert when it comes to sex, which is something he's always trying to get. He's always trying to hit on the girls, and they usually fall for it too -- after all, Tom is such a sweet guy...

IC:

"How could such a beautiful woman be SO BORING?!"

These were the thoughts that came to me as I sat in the last seat in the third row in Miss Dukevitch's U.S History and Government class. She was absolutley beautiful, and she was pretty much the only reason I came to her class. Of course I'd show up if another teacher was teaching this class, but certainly would not look forward to it as much as I look forward to seeing Miss D.

"Maybe it's just that the class is boring..."

That had to be it. I always imagined how Miss D. would be out of her class, at home, partying, whatever. I had this wild image of her, so energetic... I wanted to find out if this image was correct -- I, much like many other students, wanted to somehow bang Miss D.

She was only 23 and she told us that it was way too early for her to get married. She didn't have a boyfriend either, but that didn't make the task at hand any easier. She was, after all, a teacher.

For now, I decided to sit back... but wouldn't ya know it, minutes later, I had fallen alseep. It was Miss Dukevitch's voice that woke me up...

(OOC: I figure someone might want to obviously take on the teachers role... this could easily be expanded, anyone could easily take on a student role, or even another teacher, or anyone basically involved somehow with the school.)
 
OOC: You wanna describe her or leave it to me? Oh yeah, tell me if you don't like this.

IC: Miss D

I looked nervously around once more. Teaching was alot more tougher than I thought, especially a subject as dry as history.

I spot Tom, Tom Cage at the back row nodding off to dreamland. He was some cute guy, but still only a student. Besides, if I don't wake him things might get out of hand.

I approached him apprehensively, coughed slightly before saying in a rather shaky voice.

'Tom, Tom. Wake up Tom...'
 
Tom Cage

(OOC: I'm gonna leave Miss D. completly up to you, you can describe her... fine so far.)

IC:

"Tom, Tom. Wake up, Tom..."

It was Miss D's voice. Had I been dreaming about her?

No, she was waking me up... as I opened me eyes, she stared right into them, giving me a bit of a cold look. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "caught sleeping in Miss D's class... she's not gonna like that -- even worse, she's not gonna like me."

I sat up, and fumbled through my notes. "Sorry, Miss... I, uhh, had to work late last night. Only got like two hours of sleep." I lied to her, hoping she'd believe me, even though teachers usually don't like excuses.
 
Description:

Long blonde hair tied up in a french bun. Frameless glasses and little make-up, except for red lipstick. Plain-looking white blouse which is slightly translucent; the green bra underneath can be seen. A grey miniskirt ending around mid-thigh.

36D-24-36, 5'7

Miss D:

Tom woke up, and tried to make up some excuse. You could tell it was made-up. I wasn't the kind who would get angry though; at least he tried to excuse himself when he could have just not bothered at all.

'You want to go to the washroom to freshen up?' I asked, more rhetorically than anything.
 
She spoke, asking me, "You want to go to the washroom to freshen up?"

I smiled, and said, "Sure... I'm really sorry, Miss. This is the first time this has happened and it'll be the last."

As I talked, I looked her over, admiring her, yet making sure she didn't really notice where my eyes were wondering.
 
Miss D:

I had to admit I enjoyed the looks men gave to my body most of the time. But ever since I joined the teaching profession, I've noticed the looks that some of the students have given me, male or female alike. I had trouble getting used to that for the matter. After all, they were only teenagers.

Tom's eyes seemed to brighten as his eyes meet mine, then roaming my body. It was all too familar, just uncomfortable coming from a student.

'Lesson's going to continue, you should get moving...' I reminded him.
 
Miss D. told me to get moving, and I did just that. I quickly went to the washroom, and just splashed me face with some water and stood, pretty much without a single thought in my mind, in front of a mirror.

The first thought that came to me is that somehow, I had to suck up to Miss D. after class. I decided I'd offer to somehow make up for the work I'd missed today, after class, or at any time she desired.

Realizing that I'd only been asleep for a short time, I decided I'd tell that I wanted some help in the subject too. She was really nice to her students, after all, so I was hoping she wouldn't turn down the chance to help one out.

I walked back to the class, went in while Miss D. continued teaching, and sat in my seat. I continued taking my notes where I had previously left off, and simply waited for the class to end, so I could talk to her.
 
Miss D:

The bell rang after what seemed like forever, I definitely have to re-think how I was going to make my teaching more interesting.

I gathered my stuff on the desk, and was about to head out of class...
 
(OCC: Yah, it'd be great if some other people jumped into this.)

During the last few minutes of the class, it happened. I got a hard-on. I just kept gazing at Miss D., and BAM! next thing I knew, there was a huge bulge in my pants.

Everyone had left the classroom and Miss D. was about leave herself. I took my books and hold them in front of me, as to cover up the bulge in my crotch. I walked over to her desk.

"Hey Miss, I'm really sorry about what hapepned today. I'd really hate to have you dislike me. I just wanted to ask you right now, if you could find some time to help me with my classwork."

Without really realizing it, I placed my books on her desk, so the bulge in my pants was no longer a secret. I kept talking.

"I know I'm doing all right, but I could always do better, because I never want to settle for anything then my best. I know you tutored some students last term, so I was wondering if you could do the same for me?"
 
character james oxford: 5,10 250 pounds of muscle brown hair blue eyes school football center

ic: christ this stuff was hard i couldnt get anything done in class and when it was over i could hardly remember what class it was i was fine in all my other subjects but socials or physics or whatever the fu-bar this waste of my life was i bombed test after test my plan was to ask for tutoring but as i aproched the teacher about it that snide little basterd tom cut ahead and started whinning for my one chance to pass the class my face darkend in rage and i droped my books i was going to lose it any secound and tom was going to be the punching bag
 
Miss D:

Tom approached me just as I was about to leave like everyone else had. He asked if I could tutor him abit to improve his grades, and I didn't see anything wrong with that myself. He even went as far as to apologise for snoozing during my lesson; maybe I really should tutor him.

It was then when I noticed James the football centre was still in class. From his expression he looked pretty pissed, about something. He had this emotional problem sometimes.

'Hey James, you okay? Something you want to tell me?' I said, as I motioned to Tom to wait for a moment. It was only then when I noticed the bulge on his pants. I hoped I wasn't the cause of it, though deep down inside I wished I was.

I turn back to James...
 
Character: Angel, horny Japanese girl, bi, 35C, 27, 30, tall, slender, big boobs and always craving for sex. A ok student, with extreme talent in writing.

I walked down the hallway, yawning. It's US History and Government class next, and I'm really bored of it. I mean, Miss D. is nice and fine looking and stuff, but her class is really boring!!! Nothing good except to dream about fucking her and that'll be all.

I arrived at the room, and saw something interesting. I saw our star Tom Cage and Miss D.... and... oh my... the bulge in his pants!!

I felt like my cunt was dripping again. Damn, I just masturbated in the bathroom!! Now I'm all hot now.... I watched on from the window, hoping that I could join the action ASAP......
 
Mr. Collins

OOC: Mr. Collins is the social studies department chair, 36 years old, 6', 185, dark brown hair and eyes. He loves teaching, partly because he likes to watch the older students and the younger teachers. He's been asked by the principal to talk to Ms. Dukevitch about some of the school procedures.

IC:
Walking down the hallway, I'm hoping to catch Ms. Dukevitch in her classroom before she leaves. As the department chair, I've got to tell her that she's expected to stay at least a half-hour after the students leave for the day, something she hasn't been doing.

This is going to be difficult, this woman is beautiful. One of the problems with the principal hiring these girls straight out of college. I always find myself lusting after them.

Approaching the classroom, I see that little Asian girl, Angel I think her name is, standing outside Ms. Dukevitch's door, peering through the window. I wonder what's happening. Stepping up behind her, I clear my throat, "What seems to be going on in there Ms....."
 
I turned and saw James Oxford, looking very very pissed off. I had no clue why, but when he looked towards me, he looked like he wanted to kick the shit out of me. I felt like I should talk to Miss D. later, I'm sure she'd agree to tutor me, so I'd just catch her later on in the day. Right now, I just wanted to get out of Oxford's way.

"Looks like James has something to talk to you about, Miss D., so I'll just get going. You can just cunt--uhh, CONsider what I said about tutoring."

I sure as hell fucked that up. I grabbed my books and began heading out the classroom, hoping I could walk by James Oxford alive. Sure, I could put up a fight, but the way he looked at me just creeped me out.
 
Miss D:

I could definitely sense some tension in here.

'Tom will you wait for me outside instead; I'll be with you in a moment,' I said as he started for the door.

Turning back to James, I quickly brought his attention back to me, as I caught his eyes trailing Tom's back.

'James...?'
 
Tom Cage

I walked by James Oxford and stepped outside, not really paying attention to what was in front of me.

Angel was, and I walked right into her. I had seen her around the school a few times before, and we even talked a few times in the classes we shared. As I bumped into her, our bodies pressed against each other, and we were face to face for a second. I could feel my hard cock pressing against her and I quickly stepped back. Just then I noticed that Mr. Collins was outside as well.

"Whoa, sorry Angel... wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Hey Mr. Collins, what brings you here?"

"What's going on inside Miss D's classroom?" he questioned me.

I looked back inside and saw Miss D. and James talking. "Nothing, I was just talking to her, and apparently, James Oxford wanted to as well... he looked pretty pissed off, so I decided I'd wait outside."
 
slowly i calmed glareing at tom as he left getting what i wanted always got me out of my rage but i always felt guilty as hell

"sorry about that miss D i had something realy importent to ask....i also want to be tutored but..the thing is im flunking this class and i realy think i need the help"

i couldnt break my gaze on thouse tits of hers the ferthest i could get was to her neck but then i was drawn to them agian i felt my own hardon forming in my pants jesuse just like that prepubestent basterd tom i moved my binder infront of it even thou it was to late to make a diffrence
 
"Ouch!" I cried softly as Tom bumped into me. I felt his hard on rubbing against my cunt, which I moan a little. I quickly cleared my throat, as I remembered Mr. Collins' right behind me.

"Um, it's.... ok. Don't worry about it." I said, and entered the room in a rush, not hoping to get suspended for wanting for sex. Weird school....
 
Miss D:

'It's really ok James, you can ask me for help on anything. I'll always be here,' I said.

Pausing for a moment, I could once again feel his eyes on my body. I really had to get used to this male student thing.

'Tell you what; here's my number,' I said as I passed him a slip of paper. 'Call me whenever you have any problems. I'll see you after school tomorrow?'

His eyes have returned to my tits; I could tell from the bulge he was beginning to sport before he tried to cover it up desperately.

'Anything else James? If not I have to see Tom. And keep your temper in check will you,' I reminded him.
 
((sorry for not replaying for so long for some odd reason the thread didnt show up *shrug*))

james glanced at the door then back at mrs.D he decided he had to have her no questions about it but this time he keept his temper in check

"im sorry mrs.D iv been working on that anger thing and actuly i was wondering if....mabye you could help tutore me at my house... its just that i can consintrate very well here and im sure even with just one session i could start pasing tests"

a horrifing thought crashed over james what if i chickend out at the last minute or she leaves ill need insurence that i can get her to stay not to menchon my far out story about not consintrating

"hey mabye tom could come and you could teach us both at the same time i promise i wont lose my temper with him we usaly get along outside of class"

the truth is weve never realy met but mabye he wont be such a waste of air after all and even if he is its worth it if she comes
 
Miss D:

'You prefer tutoring at your place?' I asked as a few thoughts ran through my mind. I was free tonight.

'How would tonight at your place sound then? I'm free, and the earlier I tutor you the better it would be for you.' I said, peering out at Tom.

'If you really don't mind I could go check with Tom, if he's ok with it I'll see you both at your place tonight; 8.00 after dinner?' I asked.
 
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