***************DISCLAIMER***************
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A STORY OF AN INNOCENT TEACHER AND HER BAD STUDENT. THEIR SEXUAL TENSION AND EXPLORATION. AS THIS IS SET IN THE U.S. THE AMERICAN TERM PEOPLE IN THEIR FINAL YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL OR COLLEGE ARE
"SENIORS"
WHICH THE AVERAGE AGE IS ABOUT 18 YEARS. THE TERMS HERE ARE USED IN AMERICAN SCHOOL CONTEXT. ALL PLAYERS IN THE STORY HERE ARE AT THE RIGHT MATURITY LEVEL
AND ABOVE THE LEGAL AGE LIMIT
TO MESS AROUND AND HAVE FUN.
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It was a crisp, late fall day on a Monday inside Midland Senior High. The thinning foliage of the trees outside the small windows of the brightly lit classroom, ready for the winter to come, bore their lively autumn colors of red and orange. Miss Stevens taught her senior class with her usual enthusiasm as she attentively looked around at her senior students in her classroom decorated with bright posters.
"And, if you turn to page 72..." Miss Stevens smiled as she turned the page in her text book to delve into the subject material she had prepared for that day.
Some of her students nodded their heads with a certain sense of alertness to the subject being taught. A few occasionally looked down underneath their sturdy wood and metal desks for a few moments before looking back up, either at the teacher or out the window.
"Jeremy! I already told you to please put away your phone and stop texting during class," Miss Stevens raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms. "If it's an emergency and you have to step outside, that's one thing. Just please let me know first if you do. Otherwise, if it's not important for the class, then please wait until after class, everyone!"
"S-sorry, Miss Stevens," Jeremy glanced off to the side. He avoided Miss Stevens' stern light blue eyes as he put away his phone.
Kacey rolled her eyes as she followed suit. A few other students that had been occasionally preoccupied with whatever was held by their crotches behind their desks perked up; whatever devices were in their hands quickly disappeared into pockets or inside desks.
"Hey, Miss Stevens, I got a question," One of her male students raised a hand.
"Yes, Liam?" Miss Stevens smiled.
"Why you lookin' so damn fine and dressed up today?" Liam asked. "I mean,
dayum!
girl, you gonna hit the town or hook up after school or something?"
"Liam... that's inappropriate to say to your teacher," Miss Stevens sighed as some of the students made hushed snickers.
"Nah, I'm serious. You looking fine today Miss S. "Liam leaned over his desk. "Just send them digits over here, girl."
"Alright, that's enough, Liam," Miss Stevens narrowed her eyes as she put her hands on her hips.
"What? I'm just..." Liam started, but Miss Stevens' glare stopped him. He put both hands up and looked up to the side. "Hey, I'm just playing with you. Don't get uptight."
"Liam... it's best if you keep those kinds of comments to yourself," Miss Stevens sighed. She tapped her delicate cheek with a finger and grinned. "Well, If you're looking for some digits, how about" --Miss Stevens pointed at Liam with her French-manicured fingers-- "checking out
them digits
at page 72!" She finished with a snap of her fingers and a playful side head bob. "Do you want to read for the class, Mr. Finster?"
"Huh," Liam replied curtly; he sucked on his upper teeth as his teacher stared back with a smile. "I don't know."
"Please? For me?" Miss Stevens playfully lowered her chin and gazed up with pleading puppy dog eyes. "Just one problem, okay? You can do it, Liam."
Liam crossed his arms and silently looked away with a frown.
"If you don't feel like reading right now, that's okay. Maybe next time," Miss Stevens nodded as she kept a meek little smile. She perked up and looked around the classroom. "Um... let's see. Is there someone else who maybe wants to read the example at page 72?"
"I'll do it!" Brandon, a scrawny, weedy senior with mousy hair excitedly shot his hand up.
"Okay! Brandon, alright!" Miss Stevens giggled with a vivacious head tilt and an enthusiastic little fist pump as Brandon eagerly looked into his textbook. "Everyone please follow along, okay?" The young teacher picked up her textbook as she waited for everyone else to look into the subject material. "Okay, Brandon. Go ahead."
Miss Lisa Stevens was a pale, petite brunette woman. The high school teacher's lower body was shapely with round hips and curvy thighs. Her round chest was modestly sized, but their perkiness and pleasing shape gave her elegantly slender upper body a comely quality. Her hair was neck-length with finely layered side-swept bangs that had contrasting lighter highlights to her otherwise dyed-black hair. They nicely rested down over the right side to just on the thin, finely plucked arching eyebrows of her small, round face. She had her bangs done in a messy and styled manner, a huge departure from the usual, neat little bob she normally went with.
And the red rouge on her full cheeks with the cat-eye makeup on her down-turned ocean-blue eyes made for a far more adventurous look than normal. The bold, scarlet lipstick decorating her elegant diamond-shaped lips was attention grabbing. Even her scent that day, delightfully fruity and spicy, was a head turning compliment grabber. It was a lovely perfume with its sweet caramel and licorice, pear, strawberry, vanilla, along with delicate but sensual notes of black rose and a soft smoky incense smell to name a few of its intricate mix of notes. It was described as a gourmand aphrodisiac and a "love potion" with a dark, seductive and intoxicating side for any woman that wanted to show off her feminine prowess.
Miss Stevens had on a black and red floral-print chiffon dress that flowed down to just past her knees. Her waist was fitted with a small reddish-brown belt. And she wore over her dress an elegant little red cardigan that was open and allowed a subtle but flattering view of her cleavage. She had on black peep-toe wedge heels on which proudly showed her fine pedicure on her dainty little feet. Miss Stevens also had underneath very lacy, wildly sexy, and risqué black lingerie which she kept as her fun, naughty little secret. It was all new bold territory for the usually more reserved teacher.
The makeover was all brought on the weekend before by her sister and her friends. They had insisted on a wardrobe update after finding out about a date that Lisa had been set up by from another friend of hers. She was reluctant at first, even hid her indignation when her sister insisted that she needed to get away from her modest fashion sense and conservative style. That she had even outright stated she needed to liven things up if she ever wanted a man in her life. Lisa was practically dragged by the arm to go, but in the end, she was glad she went. The shopping experience allowed her to express and explore new sides of herself with the new fashion updates. She had never dreamed of having the confidence to even try if it was not for the insistence and encouragement of everyone that day.
Growing up in her small-town Lisa had always been more of the studious and shy type. She had always preferred cozy, quiet nights to herself with books being her escape for adventure rather than going out partying and socializing with friends. Unlike her confident sister, Kayla, who was a social butterfly, Lisa was more of a wallflower. Even in college her introverted nature and shyness didn't let her have much chance to talk much to boys, so she had few dates. Lisa was a good girl at heart unlike her fashionable sister who had many friends, went out often, and had the confidence to speak to boys even back in their primary school days. She hated to admit it, but sometimes she envied Kayla.
Sadly, the date planned that day ended in disaster. The man wouldn't stop talking about himself before trying to turn the conversation sexual with awkward questions she didn't feel comfortable answering; she was not comfortable with discussing sexual experiences, or lack thereof, to someone who pretty much a was stranger. and had to admit how embarrassingly innocent she still was to someone who was pretty much a stranger.
The jerk had abandoned her in the restaurant after claiming he needed something from his car. She had ended that night by crying on the phone to her sister who apologized and consoled her. Her sister let her know, more than once, that she did nothing wrong on the date and she was definitely beautiful. And it was his loss, not hers. The experience had stung, but in the end, despite the regrettable date she was glad for the experience, the girl time she had shopping with her sister and her friends would stay a positive memory. That couldn't be taken from anyone.
Instead of letting it get to her, Miss Stevens decided to go to school that day with her makeover partially as her own little way to get back at the bad date experience. There was also the fact the glow up brought such a strong sense of confidence and empowerment in her. She wanted to show that entirely new woman to the rest of the world. Miss Stevens was nervous at first, but her coworkers and others have noted her positive change in her demeanor which also came along with compliments. Even the few rude "complimentary" remarks like Liam's didn't bother her or shake her newfound confidence. She found them even a little flattering in a weird way, which surprised her.
"Alright. Thank you for reading the example Brandon," Miss Stevens clapped her hands with a bright smile.
"A-any time," Brandon stuttered. He then forcefully finished in a deeper tone than his cracky voice naturally allowed. "... Miss S."
Miss Stevens smiled encouragingly; she delicately tapped her finger on her textbook as she swung from one hip to the other. "Now here's an interesting problem. If everyone would turn to page 73 at the bottom here..."
The teacher daintily strutted with a raised shoulder and the fingers of her free hand delicately out as she made her way to the chalkboard. She carefully drew out the problem with her neat handwriting then looked over her shoulder with her bright and lively smile.
"Now, who here thinks they have the answer? Anyone?" Miss Stevens beamed as she looked around. Several hands shot up in the air shaking with eagerness, of which the most enthusiastic were the boys.
She looked over at one of her male students, a dark-haired young man with half open eyes. She tried to ignore the sudden rush of vulnerable excitement she felt again as she instinctively preened up her appearance by brushing her hair with her fingers and nervously making small adjustments to the top of her dress. The young woman swallowed back the lump in her throat as her heart raced, ready to leap out her chest. She tried to ease into a smile as she remembered to breathe. "May-maybe... Dan? Would you like to try?"
Dan Pardo was slumped over his desk with his head held propped up with his hand. He looked out the window seemingly without a care in the world. The young man was eighteen, pushing nineteen. His dark brown hair styled nicely with hair cream that showed off his forehead and the masculine brow of his otherwise fairly boyish face. His short, dark red beard was cut cleanly to show the shape of his jawline. He had on athletic jeans and a fitted tight maroon polo shirt that flattered his v-shape torso and toned frame.
"Huh," Dan replied without much enthusiasm or attention to his surroundings.
