When I set out to write a story based on my teenage crush on my drama teacher I had expected to end up with something quick and dirty, but it turned into a romantic piece that I shared called "Her Favorite Teacher." (Please check it out if you haven't or if you want more backstory for these characters) This is a quick alternate universe take on the same characters-but a lot hotter and rougher.
Please enjoy!
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Lara eyed Mr. Daniels across the auditorium. He had shed the tie and collared shirt that he wore every day to teach and stood on the ladder in just his tight khakis and a white v-neck undershirt. His dark, curly hair that was long enough to cover his ears was moist with sweat as he heaved another light into position. He called a stagehand for a screwdriver and Lara caught a glimpse of that small diamond stud earring that drove her wild.
For ten years Lara had lusted after Mr. Daniels. It had started innocently enough when she was a young eighteen year old in his drama class and a cast member in the school play, but even as she went away to college she'd remembered him. She had drifted to sleep many times with a hand between her legs, softly whispering his name. A short attempt at making it as an actress hadn't turned up much and Lara found herself back home, caring for her ailing mother, and working alongside her longtime crush as his assistant play director at the school.
She'd done her best to be good. She had never flirted with him in front of students or other staff and besides a playful nudge she had kept her hands to herself. But when he wasn't looking, it was hard to peel her eyes off him. Even now, while she was folding programs and he was busy hanging lights and ordering students around, Lara was fixated on him. He was more than twenty years older than her, but age had been kind and she thought he was even more gorgeous now than he had been when he was her teacher.
Lara finished her stack of programs and dismissed the group of girls that had been helping her, reminding them to work on their lines. Mr. Daniels-or Scott as he had told her to call him now that they were colleagues, climbed down from his ladder and dismissed his own group. Lara started to gather her scripts and notes and then to clear the stage and prep for tomorrow's dress rehearsal and Scott did the same.
With all the students gone, Lara felt a little more freedom to be flirty. "You ought to consider a change of clothes...soon," she said laughing and pointing to Scott's sweat drenched undershirt.
Scott laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you know every year, I swear those lights just get heavier and harder to move."
"That must be it," she agreed. "Because you have certainly not aged a single day."
"You always were a great actor, Lara"
"I mean it Scott, I grew up, but you stayed exactly the same."
Lara had laid special emphasis on 'I grew up' hoping Scott had noticed that in the same way she meant it.
He chuckled and shook his head, "If only..."
Lara watched him lean down to grab the heap of props that the students had deposited on stage instead of on the prop table and she was given a great view of his ass in his tight khakis.
She joined him in resetting the stage. They reached
for the same objects multiple times. The first brush Lara giggled and pulled her hand away. The second time she let her hand linger on his for just a moment feeling the heat of his skin under her finger tips.
The third time it happened, she didn't pull her hand away. She softly caressed the back of his hands. Running a finger over each of his then up his wrist and then up to his elbow.
She looked up into Scott's face and he was watching her fingers across his skin.
Lara stepped up right next to him and whispered near his ear, "I am all grown up now, you know."
Then she pressed her lips onto his. Softly at first then more urgently as she tasted mixture of sweat and his chewing gum.
She pressed herself against him and brought her hands to his hips, feeling his member hardening against her stomach.
Feeling daring she brought one hand to his belt buckle and pulled at the white t-shirt still tucked in. She yanked it free and slid her hand underneath against his sweaty chest. She felt his hand come around her and cup her ass through her thin leggings.
Her hand continued it's quest up his torso and she ran one fingernail in a slow circle around his hard nipple then pinched it.
The pinch seemed to be a wake up call for him because he immediately grabbed her hand and stepped away from her.
"Lara, stop"
Lara panted, "I'm sorry, I really thought you wanted this like I did."
"It doesn't matter what I want. I am old enough to be your father. You are closer in age to my daughters than to me!"
