A Student's Dilema (Fox X Plastic

[UrbanFox]

The lecture room was always desolate and deserted when Steven walked though the door, The dark shadows of the chairs blushing away from the morning light as it trickled in though the windows and the errie silence where tapping keys and scratching notes should be heard. But Steven liked the peace and quiet that comes with being alone. He doesn't look like the type of guy who buries his face into his books coming out of his imagaination for food, lectures and clothing, With his toned face and body, his chest muscles don't rip his chest, there is naught but a soft curve of muscle underneath his shirt.

One by one the other students started to file into the Lecture Hall, filling up the empty seats, A few members muttered a greeting to Steven, Who beamed back a smile and a pleasant 'Hey' before burying his nose back into his book.

The entire class died down as the distant clicking of heels where heard echoing throughout the corridor.

 

[Plastic Redemption]

Cherry-red shined heels occupied the noise as the halls fell quiet; she was rarely late, but that hadn't matter. It was her class after all, she didn't have to give a reason as to why she was gone. If anything all the students were glad. Pale blue eyes looked over the room as she entered it-- just as bright of red skirt that claimed the skin around her legs, clinging more than welcomingly.

"Good-morning, everyone." she greeted as she always had, placing her black Louis Vutton bag down by her desk and removing her jacket-- revealing the white-lined collar shirt that was more than too small on her. It was such a pity-- she had loved it when she bought it, and just because it had shrunk, did not mean she wasn't going to get her uses out of it.

Besides, diets were always healthy. "Today--... we are going to go over a widely known Subject." She said as she began writing on the whiteboard-- golden curls swayed over her back as she wrote. "Maire Antoinette and King Louis. Scandalous, I know." There was a slight groan from a few students, it was a widely known story, and if you hadn't seen the movie with Kristen Dunst in it, you were completely stupid.

 

[UrbanFox]

As soon as his teacher entered the room, Steven bolted up right. His eyes tearing away from the pages. He didn't want to be next to Kai as he charged his army undead into the red valley. He wanted to be in the classroom with his eyes fixed upon his alluring teacher teacher. The tight shirt. He thought as his eyes undressed her. Oh god she is wearing the tight shirt. The entire outfit showed off her curves to pinpoint detail. And he could spend every waking moment exploring them with his eyes.

He joined in with the groaned symphony as she announced the topic. and he dog eared his book, slipping it into his rucksack and pulling out his note pad. The pages crawling with spider diagrams and rough notes of the various different books and movies he had to study. The tests where much easier, he knew how to cheat. Steven smirked at the thought. His grades where on the rise. he glanced up at the teacher, a foxy smile grinning across his face as he jotted down the notes. His mind flickering to various different thoughts as he did so. Some more lewd than others. His bright green eyes occasionally glancing at his paper, shadowed by his soft whiting hair and pale skin. His smile darkened as he drifted into his own world.

 

[Plastic Redemption]

She simply rolled her eyes and placed her black-framed glasses down onto her desk. It was her personal favorite story in history-- she just died for the lavish way of the french court. "Yes, yes-- torture I know. I do believe you'll all live through it some way." she said when turning back to the board, writing down specific page numbers. "Now-- since you all learned about this last year, you should already know the basics. How old was Antoine when she married Louis?" she asked, only back turned for a moment. She wasn't cruel to her students, but she didn't want to have the appearance of a a push-over like she had last year.

"Fifteen-- exactly." She had heard someone shout out the answer without asking permission, but she never really believed in any of that hand-raising stuff. "Problems already began, because they were too young to consummate their marriage, imagine being forced into all of this when you were in your Freshmen year." She noticed a couple of students in the back not really paying attention. So, she approached Steven and leaned down-- obviously not wearing a bra today. "Steven, anything you want to share with the rest of the class?" she asked, a brow raised in a kind teasing way.

She selected his note pad and flipped the page, writing something down and ripping it off. "You'll give this to your next teacher-- you're staying after class and break today." She couldn't afford to look easy, last year she was bullied so terribly by the other students because she gave easy punishments.

 

[UrbanFox]

Steven was near enough asleep when the teacher came over to him. and the view that he got when he came over almost convinced him that he was and he was in a dream. His eyes bolted upright and stared into her cleavage before darting up to her eyes. the blond hair waving behind her the powerful image demanding both his respect and attention. He gulped and nodded. Grasping the paper as soon as she released it. His eyes darting from the slip of paper to her figure as she walked to the front of the class. His eyes darting to the paper in his hand 'Please excuse Steven, he is being punished.' Seven simple words that send chills down his spine.

On the other hand. Spending time alone with a braless teacher may not be so bad.

The lesson continued as planned and Steven was sure to pay as much attentions as possible. taking more notes in that lesson than in the last two weeks. When the bell rang. Steven waltzed out the door, leaving his bag as a reassurance to the teacher that he would return

And he did. Within a few minutes Steven was knocking on the door. guilt and nerves swaying down his shoulders as he waited to be let back in.

 

[Plastic Redemption]

She simply rolled her eyes and placed her black-framed glasses down onto her desk. It was her personal favorite story in history-- she just died for the lavish way of the french court. "Yes, yes-- torture I know. I do believe you'll all live through it some way." she said when turning back to the board, writing down specific page numbers. "Now-- since you all learned about this last year, you should already know the basics. How old was Antoine when she married Louis?" she asked, only back turned for a moment. She wasn't cruel to her students, but she didn't want to have the appearance of a a push-over like she had last year.

"Fifteen-- exactly." She had heard someone shout out the answer without asking permission, but she never really believed in any of that hand-raising stuff. "Problems already began, because they were too young to consummate their marriage, imagine being forced into all of this when you were in your Freshmen year." She noticed a couple of students in the back not really paying attention. So, she approached Steven and leaned down-- obviously not wearing a bra today. "Steven, anything you want to share with the rest of the class?" she asked, a brow raised in a kind teasing way.

She selected his note pad and flipped the page, writing something down and ripping it off. "You'll give this to your next teacher-- you're staying after class and break today." She couldn't afford to look easy, last year she was bullied so terribly by the other students because she gave easy punishments.

Steven was near enough asleep when the teacher came over to him. and the view that he got when he came over almost convinced him that he was and he was in a dream. His eyes bolted upright and stared into her cleavage before darting up to her eyes. the blond hair waving behind her the powerful image demanding both his respect and attention. He gulped and nodded. Grasping the paper as soon as she released it. His eyes darting from the slip of paper to her figure as she walked to the front of the class. His eyes darting to the paper in his hand 'Please excuse Steven, he is being punished.' Seven simple words that send chills down his spine.

On the other hand. Spending time alone with a braless teacher may not be so bad.

The lesson continued as planned and Steven was sure to pay as much attentions as possible. taking more notes in that lesson than in the last two weeks. When the bell rang. Steven waltzed out the door, leaving his bag as a reassurance to the teacher that he would return

And he did. Within a few minutes Steven was knocking on the door. guilt and nerves swaying down his shoulders as he waited to be let back in.

She collected her books that had been placed on the side counter, and replaced their spot on top of her desk. They were far too large for the dainty body she had-- her heels doubtfully added more height to her appearance. She heard a knock at the door and jumped, closing her middle drawer of her desk immediately. She had a few...less than appropriate things in there, and it was an automatic reaction to close it.

"One second." she took the small key from her silver charm-bracelet and locked it, returning to the door. "Ah, Steven-- right. I forgot. sit down in the front, then." She said, returning to her desk. She had collected the information from his next period teacher, so he was to spend all period in isolation. Well with the exception of her.

She selected the Health book down on the desk, and leaned down to flip the pages to where he was supposed to be. "Growth and Development-- you should end on the ending chapter; the Assessment. Also, a few paragraphs of why Sexual activity is negative for Teenagers. If you didn't get enough information about it with the pages provided, you can use my computer during lunch. And that doesn't mean porn." She smiled once and returned to her desk. Mentally face/palming herself-- she was being too nice again.

 

[UrbanFox]

Steven nodded. Flicking though the pages effortlessly. Health was the bane of his school education, Both easy and mundane. preaching thinly veiled government propaganda to combat increased teenage pregnancy. A good cause. But the wrong way to achieve the goals. Steven shrugged and paced though the book. Completing the tasks and making revision notes.

The porn comment made Steven chuckle to himself as he worked, His teacher had been a push over before. but she was really buttoning down recently. In her work standard, her disciplinary actions and her overall appearance. Steven glanced up, his eyes stealing a few views of her perfect figure before burying himself back into his work. The next few hours would go by slowly.

 

[Plastic Redemption]

When it seemed like forever, the bell rang meaning the five minuets to get to class was over-- and a signal that his period of isolation had just begun. She cleared the board from her previous class, only to begin writing it again once this period was over. She didn't have anyone second period, so this suited nicely. She didn't want to have to bring down hardly on Steven, of all of her students-- but she had to. The mistake of last year, being her first year teaching ever had set a widely known reputation of giving in easily. She cleared her throat and said "I don't want to have to keep disciplining you like this, Steven. But a lot of students miss valid points-- I doubt you want to spend two periods alone in here, do you?"

Well, with her supervision of course. Even the scolding she was attempting at was weak-- it had only been her second year of teaching-- so the whole theory of 'Be kind, and that's all it takes' motto quickly was shot down previously. She turned to her desk and placed a gold chain with a decorative heart on it around her neck-- the point of the heart barely teasing the cleavage of her breasts and opened a magazine-- naturally something intelligent like Time, but it was far too thick to be anything of that sort.

It was merely a cover on top of her actual reading-- which was a little less than suitable for school. She had used her free period for...'special activities', keeping her drawer next to her handy. She had forgotten that she was to keep Steven in, so she more or less had to share her Me-Time with him.

 

[UrbanFox]

"No I don't Miss." The words sliding out of his mouth a little more harshly than he expected. Truth be told he would have done anything to get out of health and social care. And he could do allot worse when it came to teachers to look at. He smiled a little foxy smile and let his eyes drift back to his book. The green highlighter cutting though the pearl whiteness of the pages. Highlighting all the important information and governmental propaganda about the dangers of sex and the magical power of abstinence and how it was 100% effective. Steven couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the virgin mother. Perhaps it wasn't. he could have just stumbled upon a big flaw in the whole argument.

He turned the page and began working on the assessment questions. The same basic principles of access and answer. It didn't matter as much if you didn't know the finer points of the case studies. as long as you sounded like a bible bashing youngster with an abstinence ring and sewn up bodily bits you had more or less passed. the dullness and mudanity of it all drilling into his skull like a blunt corkscrew. He stole a glance of his teacher. The perky breast and sexy jawling poking out from the cover of the book as he did so.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked. In a attempt to lighten the mood.