In all outward appearances Nicole Frost was a model student, a christian youth, and everything a father could want in a daughter. She was very pretty, with long blond hair that came down to the top of her pert little ass, and big blue eyes that you could easily lose yourself in. Nicole was an excellent listener, and was certainly the kind of girl that people found themselves opening up to when life had them down. While she always dressed in skirts and dresses, it was assumed by most people that it was not to show off her beautifully long and well toned legs but that because of her southern baptist upbringing she believed that women should never wear pants. Anyone who spoke to her for longer than five minutes saw that Nicole was a moral and kind hearted girl who never gave a thought to any need so base and low as lust.
First impressions can be misleading. From an early age Nicole enjoyed bullying her sister Laura, and had a knack for making Laura look like a liar and a troublemaker whenever Laura tried to tell on her. More recently, Nicole once convinced her friend's brother to take advantage of a shy and sexually repressed girl from her church that Nicole had been angry with, and then later used that trauma to seduce the girl into being her own personal submissive. In short, Nicole was evil in her own way, and did not care in the least who got hurt as long as she got what she wanted, and her reputation remained unharmed.
This story is about something Nicole wanted, and how she went about getting it..
Nicole had a big crush on her high school geology teacher, Mr Lynn, and had spent all semester trying to find effective little ways to wrap the man around her finger. She had known Mr. Lynn and his wife for years from church, but she never realized she had a crush on him until she caught him peeking at her legs in class. What started as a little casual flirting with a little "accidental" show and tell of what she was wearing under her skirt, Nicole noticed from time to time a hint of a large piece of equipment that hid beneath Mr. Lynn's slacks as he taught the class. She had always thought he was an attractive man, but add to that a nice cock and a secret attraction for Nicole and suddenly seducing him went from an idle fantasy to an immediate goal. The major problem was how to go about it. Mr Lynn's wife was absolutely stunning, so a straight-out seduction was probably out of the question. Not that Nicole was unattractive by any means. She was pretty in her own right, a tall and willowy blond with legs that certainly drew the eye, but it would take a lot of luck to seduce a man who was sleeping with a woman as hot as Mrs. Lynn, and Nicole did not like to rely on luck.
Conversely, Ryan Lynn was hardly a happily married man. He loved his wife and thought her incredibly beautiful, but she was devoutly religious and her beliefs had a serious affect on their love life. Amanda Lynn only believed in missionary sex, thought that all oral sex was filthy, and felt sex should only be performed on special occasions such as holidays or when attempting to produce children. Since they had decided against having kids, this left the holidays. And no, Martin Luther King day and Arbor day did not count. There could be Christmas sex, and Valentines day sex, and Anniversary sex, and even on those days sex happened only if the mood took her. At most Ryan got to make love to his beautiful wife three times a year, and the rest of the time he spent trying really hard not to think about sex with anyone else.
It was important for Ryan Lynn to keep a firm hand on his fantasies. He was a high school teacher at Rock Bridge High, and not only was sex with a student inappropriate, but he knew that if he gave in and even slept with a senior from his school, even an eighteen year old consenting adult, he could loose his job and make national television as a disgrace as a teacher, a husband, and as a man. He had to remind himself of these things constantly.
As such, he was all the more grateful when Nicole took an active role in his class. Having known her through church, he had watched the girl grow up to be a stunningly attractive young eighteen year old girl. Having the pretty young girl around helped him keep a clear head, because on the nights that he did fantasize about a student he could fantasize about Nicole safely, knowing that he could never pursue it. The girl went to his church for crying out loud, knew his wife, her brother... This all made the taboo fantasy hotter while at the same time made her safe to fantasize about. Actually doing anything with her carried far too much risk.
Nicole was in his final period class, and she quickly developed the habit of staying after school to chat. The conversations always came easily, whether they were about other students he had problems with or other teachers she had taken classes from, people they knew from church or problems or successes they had experienced during their lives. Ryan was uncomfortable the first time another teacher walked in on them talking, but Nicole's reputation of being a strong christian and Ryan's explanation that they went to the same church quickly took the suspicion out of the other teacher's eyes.
Ryan was a little uncomfortable with how often he found himself thinking of the young girl sexually. Nicole's long blond hair came all the way down to a perfectly tight little ass, and the way she always stood with her back straight and proper only drew that much more attention to her backside or her small but hardly unappealing chest. Ryan preferred small-chested girls anyway, and her modest loose-fitting garments often hung just far enough out when she bent over to give Ryan a quick glimpse at her bra. Nicole always wore dresses or skirts, and her legs were perfectly smooth and taut. Ryan often found himself locking the classroom door and masturbating as soon as she left, remembering the look of her smaller boobs swaying in their white bra as she retied her shoes for the hundredth time, or the feeling of her hand on his slacks as she patted his leg and laughed at his jokes. It hadn't been unusual at all for her lean over or sit on his desk as they talked, and lucky for him she spent a lot of time looking around the room when she spoke, which meant as she crossed or uncrossed her slim legs she gave Ryan ample opportunity to check them out from less than a foot away, often even giving him a chance to sneak a peak at her panties.
Thinking about sex as often as he did around her, and being as comfortable as he was talking to her, the slip he made on Valentines day was only natural. Nicole had asked the simple question. "Mr. Lynn" she had insisted on calling him that even when they were alone, "what are you planning on doing for your wife on Valentine's day?" Nicole was just one of those people who was extremely easy to open up to. He had even felt grateful she had asked, as frustrated as he was, he really did want to complain a little to someone he could trust.
