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darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Sometimes, school was just as boring for the teachers, possibly even frustrating. The poor students didn't often think about it, and you really couldn't fault them that much. For they were teenagers, selfish creatures by design. Their world revolved around themselves, their needs, their wants. So naturally they wouldn't think about a teacher. That is, unless said teacher happened to hit that world in a very real world.
Considering that a teenager's world was built around lust and enjoyment, it would take a teacher who would trigger such a thing to get their notice. Ms. Jessica Mars was precisely that teacher. The woman had only graduated from her program a few years ago, and at twenty seven years of age, was still quite young. Among this faculty, she seemed even younger still: the nearest other teacher being in her mid-thirties, a soccer mom to the extreme. Yet it wasn't simply her youth that drew attention to Ms. Mars. The woman was beautiful, in a classic, sensual way. Her blonde hair was feather light, a soft yellow that bordered upon white, and she'd feathered it about her striking face. Brilliant blue eyes stared out from a clear complexion, seizing attention and demanding it. Trailing down across that soft skin was a pair of plump lips that seemed quite kissable. Her body proved to be quite lean as well, and usually dressed in classy clothing, such as the long, black skirt and loose white blouse that she wore that day. Breasts just stood out on a chest, noticeable enough to draw attention without ballooning like a cartoon character's. To be short, Ms. Mars looked like a walking wet dream.
Which meant that she got at least one confession of "love" per semester. The poor boys couldn't help themselves, and Ms. Mars usually let them down as gently as possible. She was too old for them; they needed a girl their own age. Sometimes she even went out of her way and connected them to a girl she knew fancied them. For Ms. Mars felt their plight, remembering all too well her own problems. They were lucky not to have been brought up in a strict school, and, for most of them, they weren't indoctrinated to believe that their desires would send them spiraling into hell.
Yes, Ms. Mars fancied the fairer sex, which was another reason she let the boys down gently. As such, seeing the constant parade of girlish flesh everyday weighed heavily upon her, especially as it had been years since she'd had a decent girlfriend. The last thing she needed was for the rest of the faculty to discover either; only the principal knew, and he'd hired her on reserve. Fortunately, the students loved her English classes, particularly the creative writing ones, so she save herself on a yearly basis. Now, however, the frustrated teacher was heading into her abandoned classroom, having forgotten a few papers that needed grading.
As Jessica drew close, she heard a familiar noise within the walls. Her brow crinkled, and she approached the room quite slowly, edging closer. Very slowly, she reached up and turned the door, just inching the door forward. For surely she was imagining things, her needy mind playing tricks upon her. There was simply no way that a female would, would pleasure herself in an empty classroom, let alone Ms. Mars. Yet as the door swung open, Jessica saw precisely that. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting, and she stood there, not quite sure how to react.
To make matters worse, she felt a slight tinge in her own nether regions, one that reminded her of how long her current dry spell had lasted, and how she'd love to be doing what she watched now.
Considering that a teenager's world was built around lust and enjoyment, it would take a teacher who would trigger such a thing to get their notice. Ms. Jessica Mars was precisely that teacher. The woman had only graduated from her program a few years ago, and at twenty seven years of age, was still quite young. Among this faculty, she seemed even younger still: the nearest other teacher being in her mid-thirties, a soccer mom to the extreme. Yet it wasn't simply her youth that drew attention to Ms. Mars. The woman was beautiful, in a classic, sensual way. Her blonde hair was feather light, a soft yellow that bordered upon white, and she'd feathered it about her striking face. Brilliant blue eyes stared out from a clear complexion, seizing attention and demanding it. Trailing down across that soft skin was a pair of plump lips that seemed quite kissable. Her body proved to be quite lean as well, and usually dressed in classy clothing, such as the long, black skirt and loose white blouse that she wore that day. Breasts just stood out on a chest, noticeable enough to draw attention without ballooning like a cartoon character's. To be short, Ms. Mars looked like a walking wet dream.
Which meant that she got at least one confession of "love" per semester. The poor boys couldn't help themselves, and Ms. Mars usually let them down as gently as possible. She was too old for them; they needed a girl their own age. Sometimes she even went out of her way and connected them to a girl she knew fancied them. For Ms. Mars felt their plight, remembering all too well her own problems. They were lucky not to have been brought up in a strict school, and, for most of them, they weren't indoctrinated to believe that their desires would send them spiraling into hell.
Yes, Ms. Mars fancied the fairer sex, which was another reason she let the boys down gently. As such, seeing the constant parade of girlish flesh everyday weighed heavily upon her, especially as it had been years since she'd had a decent girlfriend. The last thing she needed was for the rest of the faculty to discover either; only the principal knew, and he'd hired her on reserve. Fortunately, the students loved her English classes, particularly the creative writing ones, so she save herself on a yearly basis. Now, however, the frustrated teacher was heading into her abandoned classroom, having forgotten a few papers that needed grading.
As Jessica drew close, she heard a familiar noise within the walls. Her brow crinkled, and she approached the room quite slowly, edging closer. Very slowly, she reached up and turned the door, just inching the door forward. For surely she was imagining things, her needy mind playing tricks upon her. There was simply no way that a female would, would pleasure herself in an empty classroom, let alone Ms. Mars. Yet as the door swung open, Jessica saw precisely that. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting, and she stood there, not quite sure how to react.
To make matters worse, she felt a slight tinge in her own nether regions, one that reminded her of how long her current dry spell had lasted, and how she'd love to be doing what she watched now.