This is the latest in a series of stories which I'm posting on here and also sharing elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it but if bodily functions aren't your thing you may prefer to give it a miss. The term 'neet' is shorthand for a young adult not in education, employment or training.
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It was the last period on a Wednesday afternoon and also the last day of college term.
Anne Glenson sat at her desk and quietly completed some paperwork whilst Tom Braithwaite, her last remaining student, put the finishing touches to the drawing he was working on. Nineteen years old, he'd eschewed the opportunities available to study Art at both GCSE and 'A' level, preferring instead to do it as a non-examination subject. As his tutor, Anne regretted Tom's reluctance to study a subject at which has supremely good at to examination level, and her frustration was heightened by the certain knowledge that he'd effortlessly have achieved some good grades. However, she respected Tom's decisions and admired his individuality. In fact, if the truth be told, she had rather a soft spot for him and they'd hit it off the moment they'd first met. She liked his impish, cheeky ways, whilst fearing that they masked a lack of self-confidence. At the same time, she admired Tom's determination to stick with his education at a time when, particularly considering his home circumstances, it would have been so easy to drop out and become a neet.
Tom's father had left home when he was young, never to be seen again. His mother was in work but it was a cruel irony that even in these days of a minimum wage, nay living wage, she still struggled to make ends meet. Her job as a care provider with an agency employed by Social Services required her to work for a "zero hours" contract and only got paid for the time she actually spent with clients, not that spent travelling between them, something which a paltry petrol allowance did little to alleviate.
All of Anne's other students had sat their exams and left. She'd made it quite clear to Tom that if he didn't want to see the end of term out it would be perfectly alright. Nice boy that he was, Tom had thanked her politely at the time but it was typical of him that he'd not only wanted to see the term out but be there on the last day too. Unlike most of the teachers, particularly the ones he'd encountered in the Work Preparation Unit, he'd found Mrs Glenson to be kind, amusing and good humoured. She seemed to understand about his clumsiness and awkwardness when it came to deploying the right social skills, whilst doing her best to encourage and foster his creative talents. Tom suffered from a mild form of Asperger's Syndrome, a condition on the autism spectrum. It meant that he could sometimes be a little awkward and nervous. He could also sometimes be rather frank and didn't always express himself in ways which took account of the social niceties of the situations in which he found himself. More often than not it had unwittingly got him into trouble - but not with Anne.
Her paperwork complete, Anne got up and walked around to Tom's desk. As it was the end of term she'd allowed him to draw whatever he fancied and give unbridled rein to his creative impulses. Peering over his shoulder she saw that Tom was completing the finishing touches to a picture of an attractive, sultry-looking woman, with long dark hair and a delightful smile. She was nude too, with huge, pendulous breasts, perfectly trimmed pubic hair and long legs which extended beneath her as she sat on what appeared to be a beach.
"Who's that of, Tom?"
Tom blushed, hardly daring to look his teacher in the eye.
"It's of you Miss. Do you like it?"
Anne paused momentarily to think. He'd got her facial features absolutely spot on and the same was true of her hair. Although he'd never seen her naked, at least not to her knowledge at any rate, his portrayal of her pubes was scarily accurate, down to the last hair of her neatly trimmed bush. She was less sure about the breasts though - they were somewhat larger than the ones she laid claim to and considered herself perfectly happy with.
"Yes Tom, I do. You've given me a bit of a breast enhancement though."
Tom grinned broadly.
"I like women with big tits!"
Anne playfully ruffled his hair.
"I know you do, Tom. Remember the time I caught you looking at those rather 'interesting' websites in the college library? Clearly they'd not got any filters running then."
Tom turned a bright crimson. He remembered the incident all too well and had wished at the time that the ground would just open up beneath his feet."
"I'm really sorry, Miss. I didn't mean any harm. I was just looking up some porn."
Anne gave her student a sympathetic look, half smiling as she did so.
"I know Tom, but you're not meant to watch porn on college computers. They're for 'educational use only' as the notices in the library say."
"It was educational, Miss. Very educational."
Anne roared with laughter.
"No doubt it was. Not what the college means by educational though. I won't try to tell you that porn doesn't have its place as I believe it does - if only to help people manage their fantasies and difficult desires. It's not real life though Tom, and you must remember that if you're to keep out of trouble and not confuse fantasy with reality.
