Hi! It's my first story so let me know what you think! (sorry if there's grammatical errors, etc. - i really stink with that stuff). Hope you enjoy!
I was so scared my first day of class, but I had to go since I had already put it off for the last half of the week before. I was nervous about starting at a new school. I had been at my old one for three years and most of the friends I had there were ones that I had been going to school with since I was in grade school. I'm still sort of confused about why I switched, but after my boyfriend cheated on me with one of my best and oldest friends it was the only thing I could think to do. A lot of it came out of spite; I was going to move to another town entirely to live with my Dad but decided that I was just being irrational so I just switched schools and boy am I glad that I did now.
Monday came and I woke up for school. I only had one friend there who had switched too; I really hoped that I would be able to find her. I cam in and went to the office to get my schedule; Calculus, English and Physics. This semester definitely was not going to be fun.
I trekked up to the fifth floor to calculus for first period and grabbed a desk on the far side of the room in the back so that, hopefully, I wouldn't be noticed. My teacher was a complete dick; within the first five minutes of class he told me that I was going to fail since I had already missed three weeks of class but that I also couldn't have a textbook even though everyone else already had theirs and we would be continuing with our lessons and I might get one in two weeks, if the order came in by then. The bell rang for second period and I walked up to the sixth floor to my English room. English went by slowly but without problems and I made my way over to the art building to meet my friend. She said Happy Birthday to me and we went to lunch. I couldn't believe that my eighteenth birthday was being spent feeling so lonely like this but I decided to make the best of it.
It felt as though lunch was over far too quickly when I entered my Physics room. This was the class I had been dreading. I didn't do too well in Physics last year but I needed the science credit and it was the one that I was best at. I had only done okay last year and that was because I had worked my ass off doing extra work for Mr. Yables. I walked up to the short bald man standing behind the desk at the front and handed him my time table as I had been instructed to do with all my new teachers.
"Hi. I'm Lizzy. I just switched here."
"That's nice, Lizzy. But I'm not your teacher."
"Oh?"
"Mr. Garry will be here in a minute. You can have a seat somewhere while you wait."
No one was in the class yet so I sat in a desk on the far side of the room again, hoping that I wasn't stealing anyone's seat.
He was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. He had dark brown hair, maybe even black. A good unshaven face (I've got a thing for guys with stubble or beards) and these blue eyes with relentless sharpness to them. He was sort of tall and skinny but there was definitely some muscle under that dress shirt and I began to imagine that there was a nice one under the dress pants to match the ones above.
I walked up to him and introduced myself, handing him my time table. He looked at it, then looked at me, sending shivers through me as I noticed his eyes lingering at my 36DDs. He shook himself out of it then turned his glance upwards, smiling at me with the most adorable boyish grin that I have ever send with just a hint of mischievousness hidden behind his pearly whites. He told me I could return to my seat, which I did, but not before returning the mischievous smile which may have caught him slightly off guard.
The first week of classes went by alright. I made some friends in some of them, they were fine for talking to during class but weren't necessarily people I'd hang out with outside of school, but that was fine. Come Monday I was feeling good about my decision to switch schools, until Physics. 42%. I had failed my first test. It was only a month into school and I was already failing. I felt like I could have cried. Mr. Garry knew that I had a last period spare and handed me back my test with "Please see me after class today" written on it in the same red ink that I saw marking all the wrong answers on the test sheet. I continued to sit at my desk after the bell rang and waited for Mr. Garry to come to me. What was I going to do? My parents would kill me when they found out and I really needed this mark to be at least half-way decent for my university applications. Then I did begin to cry. I don't really know why, I was just so stressed about everything in my life and I hadn't really realized it until that moment. Mr. Garry walked over and tried to comfort me as best he could while maintaining a teacherly distance. He asked me what was wrong and after some further pushing got me to explain everything about my ex and his new girlfriend, my ex-best friend.
"Love's a motherfucker, huh?"
I looked up at him and laughed a little.
"There's the smile I love to see." He said "You should do that more often."
I goofily smile at him then rested my head on his knee before looking up
"Sir?"
"Yes Lizzy?" he said, obviously feeling slightly uncomfortable with my new position.
"Do you think that I'm pretty?"
"Oh. Um… well… I don't know if I…wow."
"It's okay if you don't. Nevermind."
"No, it's not that. I think you're very pretty… gorgeous even."
"You just have to say that because you're my teacher"
"Actually I could get fired or worse for saying that because I'm your teacher."
He smiled again which in turn made me smile
"Don't get so down on yourself, Lizzy. You're beautiful and this Kevin guy is obviously a dick and you're obviously worthy of much more."
"You think so?"
"Definitely."
This time his smile made my stomach flop and my pussy begin to drip. He kept eye contact with me for a few seconds before I began to run my hand up his thigh where my head had been before. I saw the bulge in his crotch beginning to grow, encouraging me to move my hand further up his leg, resting just before his pant-covered hard-on, looking up at him for approval. I could see he was torn so I made it easier for him to decide; I raised myself and leaned in to kiss him. At first he was reluctant, but soon he began to return the kiss and I felt his hands running up my back and down again, over my ass. Then he stopped.
"Lizzy, we really can't… I really shouldn't…"
"I know Sir, I'm sorry… it's just…" I rubbed his crotch with my palm and made a little purring noise. He moaned at that.
"Ungh… I know. Me too but we can't; someone might catch us."
"Not if we were somewhere else; somewhere more private?"
His eyes lit up at this suggestion.