Frist was a sinner
(Well... I'm not really here. But here's a last thingie I just wrote now. hope you likes.)
Frost was a sinner
"Miss James, would you mind staying for a moment after the class is over? I'd like to have a word with you," he said, not looking at her, as he gathered his files.
The young girls giggled. They were 17 years old, and Roland Forster, the new literature teacher, was young and handsome. He was about 26 years old, and only came for a short time because their real literature teacher, Mrs. Carlson, was having yet another baby.
From the first day he arrived at school, the girls practically worshiped and cherished the land he was stepping on. Suddenly literature was a very important subject to learn; most of the young ladies didn't miss even one lesson since Mr. Forster began teaching them. Moreover; they'd take the time before class to go to the toilet and fix their make-up and some of the more radical ones even risked changing their uniforms.
So clearly, when Shirley James was asked to stay after class to speak to the teacher, her friends giggled uncontrollably, and some of the girls in class gave her deadly glances. It wasn't a rare thing for the teachers to want to discuss Shirley about her grades and behavior; but in literature she was actually very good.
So, a little worriedly but not really excitedly, she told her friends she'd meet them tomorrow (as it was the last lesson of the day) and stayed in class.
Mr. Forster didn't look up at her yet- he kept looking through his files and trying to organize everything.
Shirley straightened her uniform; though definitely, when the school board decided on the blue-and-white skirt and the white t-shirt they didn't mean for the skirt to be that short or the shirt's buttons to be opened that much.
"I just wanted to say," Mr. Forster started, "That I really enjoyed reading your essay."
She smiled and ran a hand through her straight, black hair, and played with her tie.
He finally looked up.
"Come here, let's talk," he said, gesturing at the table that was closest to his. He himself moved from behind his desk to lean on it from the other side.
She came closer and sat on the table.
"I was really fascinated with your theory about Frost…" he said, his deep, blue eyes boring into her smoky, brown ones.
"Yeah?" she asked. "I'm glad you did. I actually thought about it while reading another piece of his, not the one you gave us as an assignment…"
"Really?" he came a little bit closer to her.
"Yeah… I thought it couldn't have come from someone who hasn't made a terrible mistake in his life. Not just a mistake; everyone makes mistakes," she kept going, blowing the bangs out of her eyes as he slowly came even closer to her.
"Oh?" he said softly.
"Yeah, I think it would have to be something larger, something like… like a sin." She looked him in the eye deep as she said the last word, feeling lust and passion and the sexual tension between them could have been cut with a knife.
He looked away.
He came to lean next to her, on the desk she was sitting on.
"I generally love reading all of your work and assignments; the last test we had… you did an amazing job, I can tell you that. It was so… mature, for your age…"
They stared each other in the eyes again. The tension was too much to bear.
She tilted her head towards him, and kissed him on the mouth. He wasn't leaning on the desk anymore, but standing in front of her, his hand in her hair and the other one on her thigh.
All of a sudden, he pulled back quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, this is wrong…"
"Why?"
"You're too young…"
"I'm 17 and a half. And I've done things you wouldn't believe if I told you," she said defiantly.
"Yes, but miss James… I'm your teacher-"
"So what, Mr. Forster?"
"You… I could lose my job."
"I wouldn't tell."
"…. No one?"
"Not a soul."
He was still hesitant.
She grabbed him from his shirt and drew him back to her.
They kissed again. Her hand went around him and grabbed his tight, perfect ass; his hand was on her back again, and the other one climbed up her leg.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He went down to kiss her neck passionately.
His hand climbed further and further up her thigh, under her skirt.
She opened the zipper of his jeans, and put her hand inside his boxer shorts.
He groaned through kisses. Before they knew it, they were both on the desk, her shirt now completely unbuttoned and his pants entirely down from his legs, panting, licking and moaning at each other.
He took her thong down, without concerning about the skirt; two of his fingers went inside her vagina, and then another one, and another one.
After she came whispering his name harshly, with a naughty look in her eyes as he pulled his fingers from her, she pulled his boxers down and took all of his length in her mouth.
Three days later, she got her test back, with a big, bright A on it.
Frost was a sinner
"Miss James, would you mind staying for a moment after the class is over? I'd like to have a word with you," he said, not looking at her, as he gathered his files.
The young girls giggled. They were 17 years old, and Roland Forster, the new literature teacher, was young and handsome. He was about 26 years old, and only came for a short time because their real literature teacher, Mrs. Carlson, was having yet another baby.
From the first day he arrived at school, the girls practically worshiped and cherished the land he was stepping on. Suddenly literature was a very important subject to learn; most of the young ladies didn't miss even one lesson since Mr. Forster began teaching them. Moreover; they'd take the time before class to go to the toilet and fix their make-up and some of the more radical ones even risked changing their uniforms.
So clearly, when Shirley James was asked to stay after class to speak to the teacher, her friends giggled uncontrollably, and some of the girls in class gave her deadly glances. It wasn't a rare thing for the teachers to want to discuss Shirley about her grades and behavior; but in literature she was actually very good.
So, a little worriedly but not really excitedly, she told her friends she'd meet them tomorrow (as it was the last lesson of the day) and stayed in class.
Mr. Forster didn't look up at her yet- he kept looking through his files and trying to organize everything.
Shirley straightened her uniform; though definitely, when the school board decided on the blue-and-white skirt and the white t-shirt they didn't mean for the skirt to be that short or the shirt's buttons to be opened that much.
"I just wanted to say," Mr. Forster started, "That I really enjoyed reading your essay."
She smiled and ran a hand through her straight, black hair, and played with her tie.
He finally looked up.
"Come here, let's talk," he said, gesturing at the table that was closest to his. He himself moved from behind his desk to lean on it from the other side.
She came closer and sat on the table.
"I was really fascinated with your theory about Frost…" he said, his deep, blue eyes boring into her smoky, brown ones.
"Yeah?" she asked. "I'm glad you did. I actually thought about it while reading another piece of his, not the one you gave us as an assignment…"
"Really?" he came a little bit closer to her.
"Yeah… I thought it couldn't have come from someone who hasn't made a terrible mistake in his life. Not just a mistake; everyone makes mistakes," she kept going, blowing the bangs out of her eyes as he slowly came even closer to her.
"Oh?" he said softly.
"Yeah, I think it would have to be something larger, something like… like a sin." She looked him in the eye deep as she said the last word, feeling lust and passion and the sexual tension between them could have been cut with a knife.
He looked away.
He came to lean next to her, on the desk she was sitting on.
"I generally love reading all of your work and assignments; the last test we had… you did an amazing job, I can tell you that. It was so… mature, for your age…"
They stared each other in the eyes again. The tension was too much to bear.
She tilted her head towards him, and kissed him on the mouth. He wasn't leaning on the desk anymore, but standing in front of her, his hand in her hair and the other one on her thigh.
All of a sudden, he pulled back quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, this is wrong…"
"Why?"
"You're too young…"
"I'm 17 and a half. And I've done things you wouldn't believe if I told you," she said defiantly.
"Yes, but miss James… I'm your teacher-"
"So what, Mr. Forster?"
"You… I could lose my job."
"I wouldn't tell."
"…. No one?"
"Not a soul."
He was still hesitant.
She grabbed him from his shirt and drew him back to her.
They kissed again. Her hand went around him and grabbed his tight, perfect ass; his hand was on her back again, and the other one climbed up her leg.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He went down to kiss her neck passionately.
His hand climbed further and further up her thigh, under her skirt.
She opened the zipper of his jeans, and put her hand inside his boxer shorts.
He groaned through kisses. Before they knew it, they were both on the desk, her shirt now completely unbuttoned and his pants entirely down from his legs, panting, licking and moaning at each other.
He took her thong down, without concerning about the skirt; two of his fingers went inside her vagina, and then another one, and another one.
After she came whispering his name harshly, with a naughty look in her eyes as he pulled his fingers from her, she pulled his boxers down and took all of his length in her mouth.
Three days later, she got her test back, with a big, bright A on it.