The Teaching Assistant

[Baron]

He had class. He had style. He had what you could call panache and he had day-old stubble gracing his chin, with swept-back dark brown hair falling down to broad shoulders that punched out his leather jacket over a lean, cut physique that filled out his jeans. He wasn't the big man on campus, no not one of those -- not a frat rat. He ran with a bit wilder crowd, played bass in one of the alternative bands on campus, and he had a few girlfriends, on and off again things. Sophmore, junior, fifth year senior -- whatever the program he was on, he pretty much had it made.

What he didn't have was a good grade in this class. He looked up at his teaching assistant, a frown clouding his features. "No I'm sorry, Miss uh --" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hating to admit he couldn't remember her name. Class was out, he had stayed behind, needed a little extra tutoring. "But I just don't, you know, see it."

ooc: needs a gal to play to the teaching assistant, her details and even which class it is I leave to you. PM me if interested, could be fun!

 

[TaintedHeart]

Reading class. One of the most common class for students to need help in. None the less, the rather pretty, young teaching assistant looked up from her grading papers, dressed fashionably in a nice deep navy suit of a short, low 'V' cut white shirt, a long sleeved, golden buttoned jacket, and short, a little above knee length navy skirt. No doubt, she took her job seriously. She was also one of the part time librarians, and very much dressed as one should. Gazing at him from behind fitting sunglasses, the young woman smiled somewhat, bright blue eyes watching him for a moment before she removed the glasses. Lacking the glasses made her look like very much sophistocated, appearing much now like one of the students, her short, pretty blonde hair kept down and not in a tight bun for now, she pushed back her chair, walking around to stand aside him.

Leaning down somewhat to look over his paper, she smiled softly. It was a duel class assignment, a oral history project. No wonder he didn't 'get it'.

"Miss Keithan. Cathy if you will. This is an Oral History assignment. You'll need to do research on the person you have chose, and this is a Bibliograph. You fill it out with the places and url's of the website's you've used." She straightned herself out, tilting her head somewhat.

"Do you need any more help?" She asked softly. From a closer view, anyone could have very easily gotten a full, rather eye catching view of every curve, every inch of that beautiful body she held, fair smooth skin here and there where it was available to view.

 

[Baron]

"Miss Keithan, right sorry." Jeff grinned up at her sheepishly, flashing his white teeth briefly. Damn, she was a lot hotter up close than from where he was used to sitting, which was somewhere in the back of the room. And now that she had her glasses off, woah...he hadn't really expected that. His tongue darted across his lips quickly, then returned, and he sat up more carefully in his chair. Trying not to sound, or feel, like some dumb fourth grader.

"Right, a history assignment." He shifted around on his chair, ran a hand through his hair and frowned a bit at the assignment, before looking back up at her. Hot damn, yeah she was fine, and it was distracting him, distracting him big time. Her clothes, her build so close to him, he was imagining every sensuous curve of her beneath that navy skirt, that blouse and jacket. Naturally his eyes drifted right towards her cleavage, then he forced them back down to his papers.

"So like I chose a person for this umm ... oral assignment?" he asked, looking back up at her again. Yeah, he could think of a few oral assignments he would like to be doing right now. Not that they had anything to do with the paper he was working on. Okay, enough of that Jeff he told himself. Focus on the homework. Think of a name! He didn't want to admit he hadn't chosen someone to make a biography of yet. "I choose like, umm, Marilyn Monroe."

He looked back up at her.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Cathy gave a small smile now, nodding in response. She'd seen few of his 'stereotype' around the school. All of them were confident, self-esteemed students very much bent on getting out of there and on to the world. But he was different...he was one of those wild guys. The kind that tended to spark the young woman's interest. None the less, she rose a hand, pushing back a bit of that blond hair behind her shoulder.

"Alright then. You'll have to do a good ammount of research on his history, though. I'm afraid the computer lab isn't opened for now, so you may have to wait until tomorrow. Well, hang on, I'll check the teacher's longue to see if they still have the key's to the computer lab down there." Without another word she turned, walking off towards the door, leaving it open, expecting him to remain there as she strolled down the hallway, entering the teacher's lounge and proceeding to shuffle around the paper's carefully.

"Hmm, I was sure I'd seen the key set in here somewhere...I wonder where they've gotten to." She said to herself absentmindedly, leaving the door to the teacher's lounge open. No one was walking around the halls, so she didn't worry about closing it.

 

[Baron]

Jeff naturally assumed that he was supposed to follow her into the teacher's lounger, she had said something about computers and that he would have to use one. Since he had no idea how to use one, he also assumed she was going to show him how. So he got up out of his chair and after a moment or two managed to shove all his notes into his book and step out into the hall.

She was about ten, fifteen feet ahead of him and he walked on after, eyes on her. Her short, blond hair was fetching but what really caught his eye was the swish of her hips under that knee-length skirt of hers. Damn, just a little shorter, he wished, walking more quickly to catch up and totally unawares of the growing swell in his jeans. Marilyn Monroe? He could've slapped himself. What a dumb person to pick for a biography? Miss Keithan probably thought he was a total screwoff.

Reaching the teacher's lounge, he opened the partially-closed door and stepped inside, moving right up behind her, having no idea he was doing anything unexpeced. "Find out anything about Marilyn?" he asked suddenly, leaning back up against the wall casually, his book clutched against his hip. He smiled easily at her, flashed his teeth again.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Hm?" It was a bit of a surprise that he'd followed her, but then again, she hadn't made it clear that he wasn't supposed to follow her. She turned, facing him at perhaps even a closer distance than before. He was cute. Very cute. She smiled somewhat, shielding that breif inch of thought as she grasped the keys behind her, leaning back carefully on the table.

"No, I've found the keys to the computer lab. Of course, we could just use the computer in here, to make it easier, though. It's closer." She said softly, taking him gently by the hand and leading him over to the computer. The screen saver was up. Placing her hand on the mouse, she waited and watched as the computer screen flashed up. With a sharp gasp, she exited out of the program, set on an odd page of pornography.

"Oh...well, it seems someone was using the computer before us. I'll make this breif then." Quick with a few clicks, she sent the printer through to shift out a good eight pages on Marilyn Monroe, making her distance away from the computer with a light blush over her pretty features. Taking the paper's from the printer, she offered them to him.

"Here you are. Need anything else?"

 

[Baron]

He caught that glance in her eyes, saw the way she looked at him ever so briefly, though she blushed and looked away quickly. Tried to hide it. He was the emotive type, not good with words, but he picked up on the physical language. On body language. And her body was telling him all kinds of things. The way she stepped over, took his hand.

Her fingers soft and gentle against his, her hand warm and friendly. He squeezed her fingers back in return, playfully. As she explained about the computer he nodded along absently, glancing instead at the way the blond bangs fell around her neck and shoulders. How pretty she smelled. He almost missed the pornography on the screen.

"Woah!" he finally said, after she stepped away, embarassed by the stuff on the computer. Naturally he assumed this was her office, and that she was the one looking at that stuff. "So you're like into lesbian porn, huh?" he asked casually, taking the papers she handed him.

He flipped through them one after the other, that confused frown starting up again.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Oh, certainly not. This is the Teacher's Lounge, the computer is open to all Teachers. Whoever was on before me was obviously...entertaining himself, I do hope it was a he..." She said with a small smile. Her gaze studied his features and she walked to his side once more, leaning a bit close to his shoulder to scan through.

"Oh. Well see, it goes in the order of all the things he's done, from his birth, his birthplace and such, all the way up to what he's doing today. You've also got to include a personal event from his life, which can likely be found in there, as well as a written report summarizing his life. On the Bibiliograpy, just put down the URL, here at the top, and any books you've beek referring to." She said quietly, looking over to him. Smiling absentmindedly, she spoke once more, almost as if she didn't know she had.

"Hmm. I love your eyes, their gorgeous..." Blinking now, once or twice, she quickly drew some distance between them with a wary smile.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry. This must be really strange for you.." She said softly, brushing back a stray lock of hair behind her ear and clearing her throat somewhat, a smile set on those pretty pink lips, a familiar strawberry lipgloss bringing a nice shine to them as well.

 

[Baron]

He took a step closer to her, scratched his jaw idly for a sec. "One thing I don't understand like, okay, I mean, my person I picked it's Marilyn Monroe why do you keep saying it's a guy? She's not a guy, she's like this hot chick from a while back." He tapped at the woman's picture in one of the printouts. "I mean you're a hot chick too, so you must know a bit about what it must have been like for her, huh? Guys hitting on you all the time and stuff, whistling and asking you out all the time."

But she wasn't listening to his rambling, she said ... "Hmm. I love your eyes, their gorgeous..." Blinking now, once or twice, she quickly drew some distance between them with a wary smile.

He glanced at her with lowered eyes, his dark bangs falling down a bit to shade them, as he watched her scoot up beside them and step back away again, shyly. Her lips full and brimming, the blush on her neck quite becoming. "My eyes? Girl...

"I mean, Miss Keithan." He took a step closer to her, letting the papers fall from his hand, fluttering to the carpet silently. Both his hands resting on her shoulders, as he leaned in closer to her. "Miss Keithan. You have eyes a man could die for."

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Girl..yes...your right.." She said softly, watching his movements now, seeming a bit unknowing that she'd referred to the woman he picked as a guy through the entire sentence. Guy, hm, why was her train of thought centering on guy's now? She was much more complicated than that, she had a job to do, didn't she? She blinked, her mind finding something to occupy itself with, though her gaze was unable to pull away from him. She let him put his hands on her shoulder's, pulling herself to reality and smiling at his words.

"T-thank you..." She said quickly, wondering weather or not to simply turn and leave, or stay and wait, and watch, and wonder what would happen next. Yes, she'd gotten tons of offers for boyfriends, and men whistling, but constantly reminded herself that she was much too good for such a thing...but why was she leaving now, brushing him off like all the others.

"Umm...you...well I should...you aren't dying yet." She said softly in response to his words.

::I'll be getting off soon, lol...::

 

[Baron]

"Aren't I though?" he asked, looking down at her. Not smiling anymore, all thoughts of his classwork fallen to the floor. "Look. I mean, feel." He took her hand in his, pulled her soft fingers towards his chest, pushed them against his t-shirt where the jacket hung open. "Can you feel that? Feel my heart pounding?"

Damn but she was beautiful, and her shy librarian attitude just made her more so. Girls like that, who hid themselves away behind books and classes and all that stuff, they were more exotic to him. More interesting. Almost like they were from another country. It was a whole other world.

"I got to say, Miss Keithan. Cathy." He pulled her closer, until he could feel her thighs, her body pressed against his own. Felt her need against his, her lips so close to his own, his eyes locked on hers inches away and closing. "I got to say, I am dying. Bursting. I need you woman." His hand moved to her skirt, grabbed her firmly.

ooc: Just let me know when you gotta go, we can pick up later or end it there, either way's good for me and thanks for the rp

 

[TaintedHeart]

"N-need me? For what?" She spoke the words with a slight unsureness, a soft hint of red fanning over her cheeks, wishing more than ever to draw her gaze down, somewhere away from him. Though those pretty blue eyes refused to budge, remaining centered almost painfully on his. Cathy didn't seem to notice the distance between them close, not until she was so close that she could almost feel his gaze on her. She could almost feel his lips against her's. That rather feminine, delicately curved body was pressed gently against his, though she remained frozen there, still unsure weather or not to pull away or stay.

"If that heart of yours beats any faster, it will burst.." She said softly, managing to keep her voice from echoing that nervous shyness, her lips oh so close to his. She paused for another moment, before turning her head away quickly. What on earth was she doing? She was about to make out with a student in the middle of the teacher's longue, with paper's scattered all over the floor, after school. Was she out of her mind? She obviously thought so.

"My god, I can't believe what I almost did. I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, drawing her gaze toward a painting of a forest painfully. Oh, but she wanted to so bad. Your better than that, Cathy...but god, he's so damn hot! Just do it, no one will know! She was almost surprised at her own thoughts, seeming like a little child at christmas night, trying to sneak down to get a peak at the gifts. Just a little kiss. A little one wouldn't hurt anything. Turning her head back to his, 'unknowingly' just a bit too close, her lips brushing against his in a soft, smooth kiss. And though she made no move to pull back at first, it didn't last very long before she pulled back some.

::lol, alright. I'll be off here very shortly..we can continue it later on after I leave if you like..::

 

[Baron]

His own eyes, a smouldering hazel, met her blue-eyed gaze and stayed there. He wasn't so good with words, but he could read her eyes as well as she could read one of her books. He saw the hunger, the longing, the shame and the guilt and the pleasure there, all mixed up and mingled in one. He knew to act, not think. To make what they both needed real.

He wanted to feel her breasts pressed up against him. Wanted to feel her closer. He pulled her in, her flesh and her lowcut blouse against his chest. Her legs against his, his jeans rough against her lower legs. One hand was wrapped around her back, pulling her, almost crushing her against him, the other was moving freely back and forth across her rear.

"I want you Cathy," he breathed in her ear, wrapping her body close now. Her blond bangs tickled his nose. "I want to lift up your skirt and tug your panties down. Right here in this room, right now. Don't you want that?" The tip of his tongue tickled the inside of her ear. "Don't you?"


ooc: Sure absolutely, let's keep going ! I'll turn on that thread subscribe thing. G'night!

 

[TaintedHeart]

Cathy blinked in surprise as he pulled her closer, her body pressing against his now. Unknowingly her nipples hardened through that thin material made bra, through that low cut white blouse and that dark navy jacket. She was unaware of it, none the less, unsure if he could feel it or not. She'd never done anything like such. Sure, whistles and compliments were showered on her every day, but nothing past kisses. The virgin Teacher's Aid was at a loss of words now.

"I want you Cathy. I want to lift up your skirt and tug your panties down. Right here in this room, right now. Don't you want that?"

"I...I'm not r-really sure if I do or--" A shiver traveled up her spin as the tip of his tongue flickered on the inside of her ear. She bit her bottom lip in a fight against mind and body now. She did, she really and truly did, but it was so very wrong. Not to mention the chance of getting caught. In the middle of the teacher's lounge. With a student. But still...

"Don't you?"

"I-I'm not sure if I do or...or...if I..well, yes..Yes I do, I want it, but not here, now. Wh-what if we're caught?" She couldn't pull away, not now. That pretty, almost shoulder length blonde hair fell in front of her gaze, though she made no movement to shift it away, one of her hands still placed on his chest, the other holding the arm in which the hand was shifting over her rear.

 

[Baron]

He could hear the excitement and the fear mingled in her voice together. Her desire, and her worries about being caught. He could feel her responding to his touches, her body moving forward even as her arms shifted away. Giving her firm rear another playful squeeze through her denim skirt, he leaned in as she spoke again, her words in breathy torrents.

"I-I'm not sure if I do or...or...if I..well, yes..Yes I do, I want it, but not here, now. Wh-what if we're caught?" she said, breathlessly.

Looking back over his shoulder quickly, he kicked the door shut, hearing the heavy, reassuring slam. "You can lock it, can't you he asked?" smiling down at her, running a finger tenderly, reassuringly across her cheek. "I want you Cathy. Want you right now, here. No -- I need you. Can't you tell?" Stepping into a tighter embrace, he moved his thighs against hers, until she could feel the hard-on in his jeans, pressed against her leg.

 

[TaintedHeart]

His actions weren't much to reassure her, but none the less brought a smile to her face as she ignored the now closed door, feeling him tightening the embrace with each word, his hands still set upon her rear, giving playful squeezes as he spoke. Yes, she could lock it. She could. But she didn't feel like moving away...her body did not want to.

"I want you Cathy. Want you right now, here. No -- I need you. Can't you tell?"

She blinked, taking a step back in surprise, only to have the backs of her legs meet the edge of the table unaware that much anything was in the room now, her mind focused on him. Needed her? She was unsure still what to think, what to do, as he brought them so close together now. After pausing for another moment, she finally looked up to him, nodding softly.

"Alright.."

 

[Baron]

She nodded, and his hands were quick, moving around her waist, finding the top of her skirt and drawing it down, tugging the hem down past her thighs. His thoughts raced through his head as he pressed against her, feeling her stop against the table -- not quite as good as the wall, but yes, let her sit there a bit. The thought of eating her out, head buried between her thighs, yes, that's what he wanted.

"You look good enough to eat, baby," he breathed in her ear, coaxing her back onto the table as her skirt fell even lower. He kissed his away across her cheek, down her neck, hungrily taking in the scent of her, feeling the swell of her breasts press against him. If only all homework were like this, he thought. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, baring the tight white t-shirt drawn across his carved chest as he leaned down into her again, giving her breasts a squeeze through her blouse.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Twice during the acts Cathy had thought of backing out of the situation, taking her keys and hastily heading off for the night. But no, she remained there, allowing him to shift her, touch her, move her in any way that he wished. For now, at least. He was very convicing to say a little, extremely motivating to say the most. She reclined, just lightly upon the table, not fully sitting, but most enough. With the lack of that skirt, a wave of just how far this was seemed to rush over her, but his words finalized that things were fine. She didn't have much of a reaction to give, except a comfortable, lightly nervous exhale.

She let him squeeze her breasts, the blouse clinging to her form as he did so. Still, she held her doubts, and that timid nature kept her from really doing much at all. She was trying as it was to get used to the odd situation that was beyond breaking rules, should a janitor or someone come in on them.

 

[Baron]

His hands guided her skirt from thighs to her calves, letting it rest there, as she eased back on to the table. Absolutely lovely. He looked up into her embarassed, blushing face. Saw a little nervousness, reluctance there. She was so passive, as if she were new to this, not responding at all.

That didn't make sense, she was his TA. She had already gone through college, she was older than him. Heck, he figured she was probably married. He figured she had to be an experienced gal. But what if she wasn't? He paused, drew back a few inches, lifted her chin until her eyes met his. "Cathy, you're okay with this right?" His eyes pleaded yes, and couldn't help but dart down towards her panties.