The Student teacher

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I hated english, it was my worst subject, and it looked like I was going to be stuck in stupid remedial english Senior year. And to make matters worse the teacher was known as a "drill sargeant", and the claustrophobic classroom was in the back of the unused former shop building.

Mr Thompson was every bit as bad as his reputation... We were doing terribly and a lot of guys didn't come to class. In fact there were nothing but guys in the class. Not one single cute girl to check out to break up the boredom..

Then, one incredible day, Mr Thompson announced that a student teacher, just out of college, would be coming to help out a couple of days a week.

"Oh my god is that the student teacher?" Dave said nudging me out of my sleep. I looked up and I couldn't believe what I saw. She was absolutely gorgeous! Long dark brown hair. Long legs in blue jeans. Beautifully curved hips, somehow more erotic and mature looking than most High School age girls. And breasts! She had the most beautiful full firm breasts bulging under her red blouse that I had ever seen, with hard erect nipples. And her face... she was gorgeous! Not as skinny as a model, no much much prettier! I caught my breath then I noticed that all the guys in class were transfixed by her too! Her name was Brittany and she only came on Wednesdays and Fridays, but class was packed on those days, and we all dressed a bit better than usual.

Then a wonderful thing happened, Mr Thompson announced that he had a family matter he had to attend to back East, and Brittany would be temporarily taking over full-time.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" I heard Mr Thompson ask Brittany cautiously "Do you think you can handle all of these boys"

"No problem" Brittany smiled "I love boys". And I thought I detected a slight grin.

The first week was heaven. She dressed a little more modestly in a dress suit. We listened as best as we could but it was impossible to not be distracted by her beautiful body! At the end of the first week the Principal showed up and announced that Mr Thompson had encountered 'unexpected problems' and he wouldn't be back for the rest of the year. We were told to be gentlemen and try our best to learn what Brittany was trying to teach us.

The next week Brittany showed up wearing tight jeans and a blue button down shirt partly open showing off a black lacy bra.

"Oh my god how will I be able to concentrate now!" Dave protested. And he was right. She seemed to be different in other ways too. She had a lusty sort of look on her face and she seemed to be checking us out while she stood, posed?, with her thumbs in her pockets and her hands sort of "showing off" that beautiful part of her that I couldn't take my eyes off of. Her clothes seemed to get wilder and more erotic by the day. And I swear she poked me with her breast on purpose one day giving me an instant hard-on.

The first test didn't go very well. I knew I had failed, and I suspected that we had all done pretty badly even though everybody was showing up regularly now. When she brought the tests into class we could tell she was upset.

"Am I really this bad of a teacher?" she asked. "Nobody got higher than a "D+"" she said looking a bit angry. "What am I going to have to do to get you guys to learn something... anything!" She threw the tests down on the floor.

The class was silent.

"I'll tell you what.." Brittany said. "I'll make you a deal. I'm going to start giving small quizzes once a week. And..."

We waited with rapt attention.

"If everybody does well on the next quiz... I'll wear one less piece of clothing to class. If you do badly on the proceeding quiz I'll put the piece of clothing back on. If you do well, I'll take another piece of clothing off."
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My character is "John" He's tall, athletic, and a lousy student. He catches the girls eyes but he is still socially unskilled and not particularly successful with the girls.

The other characters needed are:

Brittany - the student teacher!
Dave - John's best friend.

And any other student in the class.

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NOTE: I would imagine that Brittany would have a very special 'reward' planned for the Mid-term exam. :D
 
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I suppose I can't blame it all on the boys - I was doing it on purpose. After I finally convinced my asshole of an ex to leave me alone, I was hesitant to close the deal, so to speak, with anyone else.

But that message didn't make it to my libido. I was horny constantly. Distracted. I couldn't have been teaching my best, focused as I was at the hungry eyes on my ass, my breasts.

I made sure I bent over my desk to read during the next quiz, flashing black lace and more warm, white flesh than most of these boys had seen exposed ever before. Looking up, I met John's gaze as he was watching my cleavage, smiled and pointed down, indicating that if he wanted to see more, he should focus on the quiz.
 
Dave sat behind John, his eyes blankly staring at the test, the pencil sitting still next to the paper. He wasn't that bright usually, and atleast for this test knew barely anything!

He sighed and glanced around the room then focused on the quiz, deperately pray that his brain conjure up some sort of answer, ANYTHING!

And yet he receieved nothing. he had been repeating the process throughout the whole period. He had marked only 4 answer, and only 2 he was absolutely sure on. This obviously wasn't going his way.
 
I also sent my sternest stare Dave's way.

"If you boys don't start filling out your quizzes, our little deal is off, and tomorrow you won't see as much as my collarbone."

Time came and went and I was disapointed to find that while most of the class had done reasonably well, John and Dave had done even worse than before. Just before the bell rang I announced that they should expect to join me after school for a serious discussion about their priorities.
 
He sighed as he handed in his test, and then hung his face and sighed in disgust with himself when she made her announcement to her and John.

He, like all the other boys, really really liked the new teacher. He never really hated English, even before she came. He just never got English. he wanted to do well, but despite how long he studied, he ended up staring at a big F on his returned paper.

As the bell rang and everyone except him and John left, Dave glanced around a bit.

(What do we do with John? Cause that guy left)
 
John whispered an excuse to Brittany about some other after school activity and she let him postpone his detention until tomorrow.

"Dave, can you still make it? I'm highly worried about your sucess in this class."
 
Dave nods solemnly. "Yeah..I can stay..." he glanced up at her then returned his sad gaze to his desk.
 
The poor boy looked so disheartened, its so hard to keep a strict demeanor. She pulled up a chair to sit near Dave's desk.

"I know you try in class, Dave. Do you do the reading at home?" She let her hand drift to his bicep, trying to be helpful and comforting. "I guess I just want to know what I can do to make it come alive for you. Literature holds all the great things in the human spirit, and I hate to see you not getting it."
 
He sighs and shrugs.

"I read a book now and then..they usually take me a while to read and understand though..." he says glancing at her.

"It's just......it's just I wanna get English...I seem to think I get English and understand it, but when I put it to use I just can't do it."
 
"Of course you can. What was the last thing you read that made you feel...I don't know, more human, more in touch with people?"

She has to pull her hand off his arm, realizing that she had been stroking his muscle in small circles. 'Inappropriate, Brittany, gotta watch that.' she though to herself.
 
"It was like...some poem...I don't remember it's name...talked about...stuff..like people's differences..and whatever..." he says feelings like that was kind of a dumb answer and he kept his gaze at the desk palinly.
 
"No, no, that's good. Its an experiance. Studying literature is not keeping words in your mind, but finding experiances. Poetry especially is difficult so that's very encouraging."

She went back to touching his hand, noticing him squirm uncomfortably.

"Look at me, talk to me about what it made you feel."
 
He kept his face facing foreword, but his eyes turned to her.

"It..made me feel..like..I dunno...special or sumthin..."

he was a bit uncormfortable, and just being with her wasn't the only part of it. He was a bit uncomfortable talking about all this, it was kinda embarassing to him. Sorta.
 
"I'm sorry, I should stop tormenting you. What can I do to help you learn? I'm out of ideas, honestly."
 
He shrugs. "i dunno, I study day and night, I've studied for 8 hours straight, and I get an F for it. I just can't understand English class."
 
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