The sound of a busy corridor immediately greeted Steve as he entered the building. While he had spent quite a while there during his orientation week, he still felt a little lost. He quickly moved to the board, looking for a way to his class. When he first heard that he had been accepted to the community college for English and Theater classes, he took the news with joy. His parents weren't well off enough to send him to a "proper" college right away, so this was the best way to foster his love for theater and arts.
In high school, he always excelled in the arts, taking part in school plays and acting classes, practically living and breathing theater, film and TV. It did make him into sort of an outcast, with only a few friends and no girlfriend through his entire high school tenure, but he didn't mind much. He was shy, sometimes cripplingly so and because of it used to the feeling of being alone. As he moved towards the classroom, he could feel his hands jitter a little, excited as to what the day and the next two years would bring.
As he finally reached it, he went inside, finding a desk to the left of the class, right next to the window. He sat himself won, pulling out his writing block, pen and phone. He relaxed as much as he could in the hard chair, scrolling and tapping on his phone as the minutes passed. Soon, a trickle of fellow students started to come in. He acknowledged them with nods as they streamed in, observing them. They were a mixed bunch, but with a clear sway towards girls. None of the students tried to spark a conversation with him as they settled down, also busy either with their phones or their food and drinks. The minutes passed slowly, the class settling in. Steve was, however, so caught up in his phone he didn't spot another person enter the room, heels clacking against the wooden floor as she moved to the teacher's desk.
"Good afternoon, class. Hope you're having a good day today."
The voice made Steve quickly hide the phone in his pocket as he looked up. He was surprised to hear a female voice with a posh, English accent, smooth like honey. He physically had to stop himself from gasping as he actually recognized who the teacher was.
It was Hayley Atwell.
The famous Hollywood actress stood in front of the class, leaning to her side as she rested her right hand on the desk. Her head was slicked back, tied up in a ponytail, accentuating her strong jawline. She was dressed casually - a black turtleneck and grey, striped trousers. The turtleneck hugged her body tightly, giving James and the class a good idea of what was hiding underneath. The sight made Steve squirm a little, before the sound of her voice brought him back to reality.
"So, as some of you might know, I usually don't do this sort of thing." She spoke, moving forward and hiding her hands in the trouser pockets. "However, ever since I left drama school I was always very grateful to my teachers for giving me the tools and skills that shaped my path as an actor. So, to honor them and to try something new I decided it was time for me to do some teaching. I always thought we, actors, make the word a little more colorful as we go along, so I hope my class will show you how fun our trade can be."
Steve's world narrowed only to her, listening to every word falling from her lips. He felt hypnotized by her poise, beauty and the compelling way she talked
"As for the class itself - the only thing I expect of you is to come here and speak up a little. There will be an attendance list which I will always pass around when class starts."
Saying that she dug out a pen and a sheet of paper from her purse, laying it on the desk of a girl sitting in the first row.
"You can miss three classes throughout the semester with no explanation why. Any more and you fail. Outside of that, just stay active, don't look at your phones and we shall be all right. No reading list either." She finished, a wide smile decorating her lips.
As the list circulated, she started speaking again.
"So, for those of you who don't know who I am - I'm Hayley Atwell. I finished my theater training in Guildhall in England before playing in theater, TV and movies. Most of you know me from the Marvel Universe, where I played Peggy Carter. I do have to say I loved that role, even though my heart is always in London on the West End... Regardless, I'd love to know more about you. Let's start with... you." She then spoke, aiming her hand right at Steve.
He froze for a second, ripped out of his trance as he quickly composed himself.
"Oh, ummm... OK." He spoke, a little laughter escaping his lips. "My name is Steven, although you can call me Steve." He didn't miss her lips curving into a little smirk as he said so. "I'm 23, and I'm doing an English course here. Hoping to get into college later on, currently saving up. I've always loved theater, being very active in high school."
"Oh." Hayley interjected, cocking her head to the side as the smile on her face widened. "Have you acted?"
"Yes, a little. School plays, mostly, was very into the drama club." He spoke further, noticing how Hayley's eyes lit up.
"Mhm, very good. I think you're just where you want to be."
"I do hope so, Miss Atwell." He replied, relaxing back into his chair, casting a quick, lustful glance onto her very visible bosom, the turtleneck hugging those big breasts very tightly indeed. The sight made his cock harden a little in his pants.
"Very well." Hayley spoke, seemingly not noticing Steve ogling her. "So, now... you, please." She spoke as she then pointed to another student.
The rest of the class passed quickly - after introductions Hayley steered the discussion towards different acting methods. Steve was pretty active during that time, speaking a lot about his own experiences and what he already knew from reading different sources. The minutes breezed through as then, suddenly, the time was up.
"Right, thank you so much for coming today, and I hope to see you next week!" Hayley spoke, moving behind the desk to pack up as the students moved out of their seats, rushing towards the door. Steve packed up and moved as Hayley took off too. Seeing the door closing before her, he rushed forward, opening it wide.
"Oh, thank you very much Steven. See you next week!"
"You too, Miss Atwell." He replied, holding the door as he then moved behind her, casting a quick glance at her ass as he closed the door.
Damn. He thought, feeling himself blush. This is gonna be fun.
Steve was feeling good.
The day up until that point was going great. He got a good grade on his presentation in Literature, his Linguistics test wasn't as bad as he feared and he also got a call from his work telling him he got the weekend off.
All that remained now was the Acting class with Hayley - by now his most favourite teacher. Her open style and knowledge made it easy to simply relax and participate, without fear of being thought of as a know-it-all. His crush on her helped too, although he, of course, was doubly careful in trying not to ogle her too much during class. She didn't make it easy on him, however - even her casual outfits a perfect blend of class and sex appeal, teasing but not openly exposing herself. Today was no different - Hayley appearing in a red blouse, black blazer and a tight pencil skirt, her curves on display for everyone willing to look.
The class passed quickly - they spent it on discussing the latest movies and different aspects of performances they observed. Steve was active as always, taking part in all sorts of discussions, ranging from realism of portrayals to difficulties of learning an accent for a role. As the clock struck 4 PM, students started to pack up.
"All right, class, thank you very much for your input. See you all next week and have a great weekend!" Hayley said, starting to pack her own bag, scribbling something quickly in her pocket calendar. Steve hadn't actually unpacked himself, so he just threw his bag over the shoulder and started to move the exit.
