Year One (A Goddess and a Lord)

[Lord Dakol]

Daniel Monroe dreaded school. No, it wasn't the classes, the teachers, or the work; he did fine with those. But it was with everything else. Apparently being sexually active was a must nowadays, the start of his sophomore year at the age of fifteen was no different. There was a significant amount of pressure upon him to lose his virginity, and it consequently made him withdrawn and an outcast. So no, he wasn't looking forward to another year of it all.

Hopping off the bus, Daniel yanked his backpack on by one shoulder, creasing the white dress shirt he wore, along with a black tie and matched with black slacks, as his mother wanted him to look his best for school. He couldn't wait until he was able to wear more casual clothing, despite the school having a loose uniform dress code. His dark brown hair was slightly ruffled - as he attempted to catch some-eye on the bus -, falling around his equally-brown eyes. The frame of Daniel's body wasn't really athletic; sure, he could get around easily enough, but you wouldn't see him participating in any sports.

"Hey Daniel," a friend of his called out to him, where the young man waved back as he walked to the cafeteria to get something to eat before class started. However, he wasn't clued in on the fact that he was about to late; so, just as he began to eat his packaged cereal, the bell rang. "Oh, crap!" he exclaimed, eating as fast as possible before darting out of the building to rush to his first class, forgetting to get a hall pass from the office as he ran into the class, just after the bell rang again.

"S-Sorry I'm late..." Daniel breathed, huffing tiredly as he placed his hands on his knees, taking a deep breath before looking up. A ripple of laughs and snickers appeared in the class, causing Daniel to redden slightly. He looked at the teacher, gulping silently.

 

[Goddess]

A few taps were heard in the blackboard, the metal pointer making a subtle but nonetheless strong enough sound to calm the laughter, even if not stop it. "Settle down students, settle down," a soft but firm voice said from behind the desk. The teacher was young, with a mere 3 years teaching here, but had a natural gift for it. With calm words and a firm posture, she had managed the perfect balance between accommodating and strict.

She had her blonde hair in a bob, which framed her red glasses, and wore only a bit of makeup to emphasize her kind blue eyes and small lips, bringing a natural, rosy color to her skin. Her figure called many a boys' attention, her breasts noticeably large even beneath the loose-fitting suit, and her waist so small fabric tended to bundle up there. Her hips were motherly, and even her ass could be seen as perfectly shaped beneath that knee-length pencil skirt, her satin-covered legs perfect down to her short, elegant boots. She was the teacher of every young man's fantasy, yet didn't seem to pay that any attention.

"Welcome to class, young man," she said, turning to Daniel, her metal pointer signaling towards an empty seat. "I take it you are Daniel Monroe, and that should be your seat. I've organized you alphabetically until I learn your names." She waited for him to walk to his seat. "I am Miss Erin Radford, your homeroom teacher. Lets please try to get along this year."And with those words her classes started, talking about life and her expectations for the class.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Daniel was in a bit of a shock, his eyes widening momentarily; Erin Radford? Wasn't she the one who was basically the subject of the fantasy every male - and sometimes female - student in school? He had totally forgotten that he was getting into this class!

She was absolutely gorgeous; the clothes she wore to hide the obviously great figure seemed to tease thoughts. Absentmindedly, he instantly wondered what she would look like naked. Realizing this, he sighed and shook his head, blushing slightly.

"Um, y-yes ma'am..." he said, rushing down the seat aisle to get to his seat. But, along the way, his foot accidentally caught a loose tile, and lost his balance. Oh . . . crap! he thought. However, he luckily caught hold of the nearest desk before he fell all the way and quickly pulled himself. He looked around, an even brighter shade of red on his face. "I'm all right. I'm good," he said nervously before taking his seat.

Once class started, Daniel silently took notes, listening intently as he chewed on the end of his pen. Fortunately, he was able to divide attention to Miss Radford's words and the luscious and somewhat dirty thoughts that occurred in his head.

 

[Goddess]

Erin gave the lesson calmly and without interruptions, but there was something escaping into her mind. Daniel Monroe had arrived late today, and had tripped during class. He also kept chewing on his pen, as if something was bothering him. The boy was obviously distracted, as if something had been bothering him. No one seemed to be giving him a helping hand either, maybe his friends ended up in different classrooms or such. Either ways, it troubled her.

She gave the class, not knowing how naturally sensual her body language could be to a group of-hormone-crazed teenagers. The way she waved her metal pointer was delicate, soft, and with such skill, that plenty of the boys probably imagined her handling their penises in similar ways. Again, she was oblivious to this, or maybe just in denial. Her eyes scanned each of the seats, making sure everyone payed attention, looking for the most participation possible.

When she finished class, she told everyone to go on to the next, but also made sure to give a quick message. "Mr. Monroe, if you would please come to the teacher's office during the lunch break. I would really appreciate talking to you."

 

[Lord Dakol]

The way Daniel chewed on his pen was just habitually; he always did so when deep in thought. But currently something was on his mind: the whole "virginity" debate. As far as everyone knew, Daniel was still a virgin, and so he received laughs and giggles almost every day. But despite this, his eyes watched the lesson carefully, not wanting to miss a clue for that day's lesson. However, he was also interested by Miss Radford's hand when it slid across the metal pointer. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes as a shiver of pleasure went through him.

Every once in a while, Daniel rose his hand to answer questions that the teacher asked, and even asked questions of his own.

Once class was over, the young boy gathered his things before heading to the door. His attention was directed to the woman before him, who wanted to see him during lunch. Daniel's shoulders slumped and he sighed; it must've been because he was late. Crap. "Y-Yes ma'am..." he replied, gulping silently before leaving the class.

A few long hours later, the lunch bell rang, initiating a feeling of dread within Daniel. Scratching the back of his head, he left his last class and walked towards Miss Radford's class; during which, it felt like a death march. It took forever. But he got there soon enough, arriving at the door before poking his head in. "Miss Radford? You wanted to see me?" Daniel inquired a bit nervously.

 

[Goddess]

The boy did seem nervous when she asked her to come by her office, that much was to be expected, but she was happy to see he did arrive. At least it was comforting to see him walk in. He seemed like a good student, and did participate eagerly enough, even if he looked like a dejected puppy right now. She sighed and stood up to offer him a seat. "Please, do sit down... we have to talk."

She waited for him to sit on the chair by the side of her desk, her legs crossed and exposing just a bit of her gorgeous thighs. As she sat back her chest lifted up, and the top button seemed to be struggling to stay in place despite the shirt was supposed to be loose. She had no idea part of the distraction was her, after all, but still tried to make the boy feel closer to her.

Her face showed no amusement, nor annoyance; she was nothing but concerned. "I know its the first day and all... but I do expect my students to arrive on time during class..." she said, her voice soft and warm. "I was wondering... is something bothering you? You fell on your way to your desk, zoned out in class, and even kept biting on your pencil... Do you need someone to talk to...? Your classmates don't seem particularly supportive..."

 

[Lord Dakol]

When Miss Radford acknowledged him, Daniel gulped gently and came in, one of his hands lightly clenching the strap of his bag. His eyes shot to the chair beside her desk, and quirked an eyebrow to expression confusion; he didn't understand why he couldn't sit at one of the desks, farther away from her and thus the chance of being caught looking at her figure less likely.

As he sat down, he set his bag upon the floor next to the chair, neatly folding his hands in his lap and sitting straight as he looked over at the teacher. His eyes subtly trailed over her, hungrily taking in the smooth, tanned thighs that disappeared under her skirt, and the way her jacket seemed to struggle over the pressure of her bountiful breasts.

Hearing her voice, his eyes instantly shot back up to hers, listening to her and becoming more uncomfortable by the second, though he was comforted by the way her lips moved and pressed against each other. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about that. I hadn't realized that I was so late..." he answered, then moved on to her second statement. Daniel released a nervous chuckle and squirmed in his seat.

"It's n-nothing, ma'am. I just..." he sighed, "There's certain amount of . . . peer pressure to have, um..." that's where Daniel trailed, coughing gently as he covered his mouth, blushing lightly as he hoped Miss Radford would understand.