The new teacher (closed)

[Punk0x0Princess]

Emma Johnson was an intelligent, beautiful young woman. She had skipped many grades in school and graduated high school at 16 and then got her doctorate at 26. She wanted to be a teacher and she was finally getting the chance at a prestigious boarding school.
This young teacher was beautiful, she had long straight black hair, bright blue eyes that were always looking for knowledge, she had long toned legs, a thin frame with large full breasts. To say she caught the eye was an understatement. She was worried that she wouldnt find a teaching job because of the way she looked and was more than extatic when she recieved the call about the live in teaching position that had just opened up. She moved her stuff in and made herself at home 2 weeks before the students were scheduled to arrive.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor Smith had slipped into the student body of Stafford's School for Boys simply by having a father who pushed a broom around the hall's at night. His father -- a Vet with a chest full of medals and, unfortunately, a hip full of permanent shrapnel -- had taken the custodial job solely to gain his son access to a superior education.

While Taylor was proud of his father for his service, and again for waving off better jobs to get the pair of them here, having a janitor father was a fact he hadn't revealed to any of his fellow students. And, because he understood his son's plight, Roger had allowed his son to call him "Mister Smith" for the full three years that the two of them had been at Stafford. They often laughed because, out in the world, Taylor would accidentally call his father "Mister Smith", perplexing those who knew them to be far to close to be on such a formal basis.

Having a father on the custodial staff had other perks, as well. Roger had been able to get his son a Summer Assistant's position with the Dean's office. Even Dean Hamilton was in on the deception, telling others that Taylor's minimum wage job was actually an unpaid internist position, designed to get him experience for his future as a businessman or even politician.

Taylor had always thought it interesting that his fellow students approved of an unpaid internist position as acceptable, but a minimum wage labor job as far beneath anyone worthy of a Stafford education.

Today, just two weeks before school resumed -- it was, finally, his senior year -- Taylor was tasked as he often was with delivering the Staff's mail and packages to the little cottages that the non-locals used during the school year. There was a new teacher, a Ms. Johnson, who was supposed to arrive in a couple of days, and Dean Hamilton had sent Taylor with a cart full of text books, empty binders, room supplies, and more. He arrived at the supposedly empty cottage, used the Master Key the Dean had given him, and opened the door...

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

It was around 9 at night and she had just finished unpacking her things in the small cottage. She decided to take a hot shower to get all the dirt from the day off of her. After her long shower she stepped out and wrapped a very small towel around her. The towel came to her upper thigh and parted on the side up to her hip. She put up her hair in a messy bun and walked into the kitchen to get her some wine before laying on her bed and reading her new book.

She didn't hear the front door open so she didnt turn. She leaned over to grab a bottle and her towel moved, just bairly covering her ass and pussy. She heard something then that made her jerk up and turn quickly to see what it was.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor's eyes were as big as saucers, staring at the view of the "full moon" being offered him by the nearly naked woman in the kitchen. He'd been so entranced by the sight of something he'd never before seen that he failed to even notice her turning to look his way.

When he finally realized she was staring at him, he spun in place and practically screamed out, "I'm so sorry! So, so sorry! Oh my god, I didn't ... I mean ... the Dean ... no one's supposed to--"

He could have continued on like this for hours, trying to complete a thought and get it out in words. Later, he would jokingly blame his incoherency on the mad rush of blood from his brain to his dick. He went quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed, finally just rushing out the still open door, slamming it, pausing, and -- realizing who the Goddess on the other side of the wood must be -- called through the barrier, ""I have your books and things, Ms. Johnson."

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She couldnt know how long he was stairing at her but when he ran for the door she quickly went to her room and grabbed a bath robe so that she could cover herself. She tide it tightly around her waist and walked back to the door opening it then crossing her arms over her chest. "So do you make it a habit of bardging into peoples apartments?" The guy looked maybe 21 she just figured he worked for the dean. She opened the door more and let him in so that he could put her suplies on the kitchen table.
"Maybe knock next time." She said still standing at the door waiting for him to put the stuff down.

 

[GrayOldFart]

"So do you make it a habit of barging into people's apartments?"

"I'm so sorry," he apologized, repeating the line twice more as he began unloading the cart from the porch to the table and desk. "You weren't supposed to be here yet they said."

"Maybe knock next time," she suggested, to which he profusely promised he would.

When the cart was empty, Taylor stepped back toward the door, asking if there was anything more she needed from him. He'd been working so quickly and trying so hard to keep his eyes off of her that it wasn't until now, as he faced her and looked directly at her, that he realized how unbelievably beautiful she was. Tall, long legged, well rounded; she was the most beautiful teacher on campus by far, and probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever been so close to. She was definitely the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen half naked ... since he'd never seen a female even close to half naked, ever!

When he realized she had asked or said something to him and the words had gone in one ear and out the other, he quickly turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, "So sorry again, Mrs. Johnson ... Miss ... Ms. Johnson."

He slammed the door behind him, grabbed the cart, and high tailed it down the long sidewalk, eager to get out of there before his dick exploded from the high blood pressure of viewing that angel of the chalk board. He dumped the cart off at the Administration building, jumped on his bike, and hurried home.

"Hungry?" his mom called out, hearing him rush in the foyer and start pounding his feet up the steps.

"No, mom! I ate!" he lied. "Going to do homework, now. Please don't disturb me. Big test tomorrow!"

Once in his room, he locked the door behind him, stripped to the skin, laid back with a very familiar bottle of hand lotion, and -- with a speed that surprised him -- sprayed droplets of himself all about his chest and belly as he imagined Ms. Johnson leaned over again, the towel up about her waist and her hands grasping the kitchen counter as he power piled his dick into her warm, wet pussy from behind...

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She shook her head as he slammed the door and ran away. She had asked him why he was delivering the things so late but he didnt hear her he was just stairing at her. She was used to people stairing at her, she had a great body and she knew it. he must be alumni or something. she thought turning back around and grabbing a class and pouring herself some wine.

She took the wine in her room and placed it on her bed side table then stripped the robe off and dressed in some skimpy underwear and a crop top and laid on her large plush bed grabbing her book and her wine. She read for a little while and finished her glass and crawled under the covers for some much needed rest.

The next morning she dressed in a black pencil skirt and a tight white dress shirt. She was supposed to meet with the Dean today to go over the rules of the school and get a key to her classroom as well as a map of the classes and the dorms.

 

[GrayOldFart]

"I need your help today, Ty," Roger Smith said, using his son's childhood nickname to Taylor's chagrine. Roger knew that the familiarity they regained each summer could danger Taylor's anonymity concerning the school janitor once the school year resumed and, as often happened, tbey bumped into one another in the halls or classrooms of Stafford. He apologized and explained, "I need you to help me with some last minute repairs at the new teacher's cottage."

Taylor just about spit his cereal and milk across the table at the mention of -- he presumed -- Ms. Johnson. "New teachers, plural ...as in there are more than one to help ...or new teacher's singular possessive, as in there's just one we're going to see?"

Taylor's mom laughed aloud, asking, "What is this, an English quiz? Ty, school isn't even back..."

She was still talking away -- to both Taylor and her husband -- but his mind was on the perfect, rounded cheeks he'd seen the day before ...and on how embarrassing it would be to see her soon after having seen so much of her already.

His father's answer had been disappointing -- "Only one new Teach this year, Mister Smith", he joked -- as was the first task ahead of him ...meeting Ms. Johnson outside the Dean's office to show her paint swatches for the new color going into her bedroom that afternoon.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

Emma walked into the main building where the Dean's office was. Her heels clicked as she walked down the tiled halls, she came to the Dean's door and knocked. She heard him say to come in and she opened the door. She smiled at her new boss. "Hello Dean Hamilton, I'm not late am I?" "No your not late please sit - we are still waiting for the student who is going to guide you on your tour and show you to your classroom." The balding man said in a cheerful voice.

There was a knock on the door and they heard it quietly open. "Ah Taylor perfect timing i was just telling Ms. Johnson here that you were going to be showing her around our beautiful school."

The young teacher turned to see who the old man was talking to and her eyes widened seeing the young man standing by the open office door. It was the same guy that walked into her cabin the night before. She couldnt say anything at all.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor and Emma stared at one another while his father moved over to shake hands with the Dean, ask him about his recent vacation, and then discuss the work priorities.

"Young Mister Smith, here" Roger Smith said, winking to his boss, "has gratiously volunteered to help our newest teacher today." The custodian turned to the teacher, introduced himself and -- unnecessarily -- his son, and said, "Ms. Johnson, Taylor here is at your convenience."

A serious blush spread across Taylor's face as he offered his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Johnson."

He hoped that the two men wouldn't take note of his gently trembling hand ...or that the sexy teacher wouldn't notice the solid growth pressing forward against the groin of his slack's fabric.

(Feel free to post for a moment or several minutes; Taylor will follow instructions like a love sick puppy.)

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She stood and shook the students hand. A mask was placed over her shock so that the Dean and the custodian wouldn't suspect something. She shook the young mans hand and then Rogers with a smile. "Its very nice to meet you Mr. Smith. I got your voice mail yesterday about paint swatches for my room in the cottage i look forward to the walls looking a little less naked." She smiled at the older man. "I suppose i will take my tour now, Dean Hamilton, Mr. smith." She nodded to the two and walked past the younger man and out the door, waiting for Taylor in the hall so he could show her around and have a few words with him.

 

[GrayOldFart]

As soon as they were out of ear shot of the others, Taylor fell into an embarrassed, apologetic tone, begging, "Please don't tell my-- Mister Smith ...or the Dean. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean ...I mean ...you weren't supposed..."

He realized he was making no sense at all. But it was hard to talk to her; she was so beautiful, so sexy ...and he'd practically seen her naked. This kind of stuff just didn't happen to him ...and NOW ...to be tasked with spending time with Emma ...to give her a tour and -- OH MY GOD! -- escort her back to her cottage where his father had left the paint swatches and supplies for him to paint! How was he supposed to handle being that close to her for so long?

"We should probably..." he said, gesturing for him to follow him for her tour of the campus's key facilities.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

"First i know thats your father. Second im not going to tell the Dean i could lose my job if he knew. Third stop studdering" She stopped in the middle of a hall that was far enough away from the Deans office that she didnt have to worry about anyone hearing. "Just forget it happened." She started walking again slowly so that he could take the lead. "You dont look like a high school student." She said thoughtfully.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor assumed that Emma meant his face and form; he was pretty fit as a member of the wrestling team, and recently when he'd entered a bar, simply looking for the owner of the car blocking his father in, the bartender had asked for his order without carding him. But Taylor still had memories of his recent, 18th birthday party fresh in his mind.

He wasn't sure why he did it, but he lied to Emma, saying, "We'll I started school late ...cuz ...cuz of my father being Army, overseas ...and ...I repeated fourth grade because we got moved to different stations three times in one year. So ...I'm actually 20 ...will be 21 in November ...two months."

He had to look away as he was telling his fib, afraid she would see the lie in his face. He hoped she would take his hesitant speaking as just more nervousness -- from the "full moon" incident -- because he really wanted to spend time around this unbelievably sexy woman, and he knew she's sprint away if she knew he was barely legal.

Taylor led her around the buildings, trying to look her way often ...and reserve the ogles to when her eyes weren't on his.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

As taylor was talking she could tell he was lying, most places had laws about students being to old for high school at 21, and why would he fidget if he was telling the truth. She didn't say Anything because she wanted to know why he felt the need to lie. She had to admit he was a good looking kid. Though thats what he was a kid, barley legal by the look in his eyes. As they maneuvered through the halls she started getting bored, so she told him to show him where her classroom would be, she was the schools new theater teacher so she got to have her class in the large auditorium and the prop loft when ever she wanted.

They walked onto the stage from the side door she walked into the center to see what she had to work with. She approved. "I am going to go up and see what kind of props we have you can join me if you want if not ill be right down." She said and went over to the ladder she slipped off her shoes and started climbing one prong at a time.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor had never been in the loft; in fact, except to watch the periodic performances by the Drama classes or listen to the All Students assemblies, he'd never even been nor had the desire to be in the Theater. But when Emma began climbing the ladder and he saw a little more leg below her hem line with each step up the ladder, he suddenly loved this place.

"I'll go up," he said, not realizing how anxious his tone had sounded. Wether he knew it or not, his mind was what was under that skirt, not in the loft, when he said, "I'd like to see more."

He waited until she had reached the top -- disappointed that the tight skirt had prevented him from seeing more -- before following up after her...

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

There were alot of great things in the loft, costumes, sets, old furniture. She sat on a plush antique couch and looked around admiring part of her supplies. A lot of them were very sturdy like they had them built special. She sat there for a good 5 mins looking around.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor could see that the new teacher was intrigue with with the loft's inventory. He, however, didn't see it; drama wasn't his thing, would never be his thing, and the assorted costumes and props, from "Romeo and Juliet" to "Little Women" to "Oklahoma" -- not that he would have been able to ID any of them by their production, of course -- were far to similar to the pieces of junk that his mother fawned over down at the charity second hand store where she volunteered every other Saturday.

Then he found the Superman Costume ... and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. A girl he'd known his sophomore year had played Lois, and she sneaked the Man of Steel's costume out for Taylor to wear to a Hallowe'en party. Taylor had only donned it because he thought doing so might impress the girl enough to let him steal a couple of bases. And while he'd gotten a fairly erotic kiss at night's end -- one that caused Little Clark to swell so hard that it felt as if it were steel -- he hadn't gotten any farther with her, that night or any other.

He caught Emma staring at him, staring at the costume, and he laughed, blushing. He pointed to the outfit, hanging on a wardrobe rack. Not really sure whether the saying was even used anymore, he made a bit of a muscle competition pose and said, "Been there, done that."

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She shook her head at the student and stood. "Alright i think im done here. We can go back and look at the paint swatches now." She walked toward the ladder.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor started to reach out to grab Emma's arm, not wanting their alone time to end so quickly, but he pulled his hand back quickly, realizing how inappropriate it would be. He saw her reaction -- a quick, questioning glance at his hand, then up to his face -- and with his gaze on the floor, said, "I'm ...I'm really sorry, Ms Johnson ...about ...about yesterday."

He hesitated for a moment, his face flooding with blood even at the thought of saying it. He didn't think he could muster the courage -- he'd been wanting to do it even when he'd been standing on her porch the night before -- but he managed to get it out in quickly spoken words: "You're very beautiful."

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She looked at him a little shocked. "Thank you. But we really should go so you can start painting or you will be there all night." There was something in her eye that no one would be able to define.

 

[GrayOldFart]

You stupid fuck! What the hell was that?

He nodded animatedly, gesturing gentlemanly toward the ladder, then hurrying toward it himself, wanting desperately to get out of there.

You're very beautiful ... TEACHER who can have me expelled even before she begins classes for being a dufus! "Yes, we should go. I have work."

He ascended the ladder quickly, and at the bottom -- suddenly realized he was at the bottom of a ladder that a beautiful teacher with a fine ass was descending in a dress.

Don't look up ... don't do it. She'll be expecting it ... she'll catch you ... you'll embarrass yourself again ... just ... don't ... do ... it.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

She wasnt paying attention to the boy below her, having forgotten that she was wearing a skirt. "Is it only my bed room being painted?" She thought out loud

 

[GrayOldFart]

Taylor couldn't help himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced upward to see if she had her eyes upon him or the ladder, and learning that it was the latter -- the ladder -- he stepped closer to it and stared straight upwards, between her thighs.

He was simultaneously thrilled and disappointed. He'd never gotten such an erotic upskirt view of a woman before; her legs simply seemed to go on for ever, and he could make out the curvature of her buttocks below the skirts fabric, refreshing his memory of that wonderful accident from the day before.

But because of the skirt's dark color and the low lighting of the loft and back stage, Taylor could see any details up high between her thighs. He'd honestly thought he was going to see it all, like some porno shot on his lap top back in his bedroom.

He stepped back and turned, hiding any signs of his indiscretion, then -- when she reached the bottom said politely, "We can go check out the paint things now ... the swatches ... and I can start painting this afternoon. I have another chore to take care of, then I'm all yours."

He again blushed at his last words. He headed for the side door of the theater, thinking that if he didn't stop blushing soon, he was going to one day pass out and fall at Emma's feet.

 

[Punk0x0Princess]

"Ill meet you back at my cottage then. Ill have some swatches picked out and you can go ahead and start painting." She smiled at the nervous boy. She walked up close to him and put her hand on his cheek. "Calm yourself." She said in a whisper