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A Summer to Remember...(curtainwith & IImSexy'NdINoIt)

Julius0803

Julius0803

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A Summer to Remember
To: Starlight
It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the not so fortunate task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected coures for the upcoming year.

Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time.

As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...

"Umm you must be..."

He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
 
Tara sighed as she padded down the hall in her red, high top converse, short, ripped jeans, and Beatles t-shirt. She had been called to the office in regards to her course outline for the next year. She was thirteen right now, the oldest in her class. Next year, she would be in eighth grade and then she would FINALLY be out of middle school.

As she walked, her high, brunette pony tail bobbing, she thought about the upcoming year. She would be trying to stay on the soccer team next year as well as stick with her choir and maybe see if she could start a book club, or something. Tara loved to read, she could be found reading at almost anytime when she wasn't playing soccer. Although, just because she read didn't mean she got amazing grades in school. Usually, reading would distract her from her work. When other kids were texting in class, she was reading. Her grades weren't bad, enough to stay in sports, but they weren't amazing either. High Bs at best, low Cs at worst. The only class she had ever gotten an A in was choir but that was easy enough to do.

Blue green eyes looked at the door before opening it. She peered in and noticed the guidance counselor waiting for her. She had only met with him once or twice, so she knew his name but that was about it, he seemed nice enough, though.
"I'm Tara, Tara Kingsley," Tara said as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Maybe he didn't know she was supposed to be coming. "Um... I'm here to talk about my schedule for next year?"
 
"Right, Ms. Kingsley," he said, pretending not to know who she was, though in truth he'd had his eye on for quite some time.

He motioned for her to take a seat at one of the two chairs opposite his desk, as he sat back in his own. He feigned interest in her file, though all he was really doing was stealing glances at her nubile, young figure...

"Well Tara....I have good news and bad news," He finally spoke, purposely pausing to let the tension build all the more.

"As it looks to me here, summer school is a must for you..."

This was bullshit, but he knew at her age, she wouldn't know better...

"The good news, is I might be able to help you."
 
Tara watched as he looked at her forms. He looked displeased. Finally, he set it down and looked at her. When he announced she would be going to summer school, her eyes widened and she paled considerably.

How was it even possible? She was able to participate in sports, why would summer school even be a consideration?

But... what reasons would her GUIDANCE COUNSELOR, have to lie to her? None. As she said before, she had only seen him once or twice, not often enough for him to have a grudge against her of any kind.

Then, he offered an out and she nodded quickly. Anything to get out of summer school.

"How can you help me? I'll do anything," she promised rashly. She just REALLY didn't want to go to school during the SUMMER. That was like an oxymoron. It just wasn't supposed to happen.
 
"Well, so we're clear...I don't do this for just anyone, so don't go running out of here and telling your friends," he said, looking over her shoulder, making sure the door was closed behind her.

"I am a senior administrator here though, which means I could fix your grades. Straight A's...just show up to class...how does that sound?"
 
Tara just nodded, her heart racing a bit. The small voice in the back of her head wondered why he was only offering this to her. Why her of all people? But then, he said the next part.

"You could... fix my grades? And I won't have to do anything?" she double checked, speaking slowly as she let it all sink in. It seemed a bit unreal, too good to be true, so to speak. But, if he answered her question with yes, she was not going to pass this up. Surely there would be a catch, but it couldn't be any worse than summer school, that was for certain.
 
"Well, you would have to do something, but it will be fun, I promise," he said, again doing his best to hide his excitement.

He wrote down his address on a notepad and slid the torn off paper to her.

"I live close to here, so you walk or ride your bike?"
 
Fun. That was a good sign. Fun was most certainly better than school was...

Then, he handed her a piece of paper with an address on it. What? He started to explain that that was where he lived and her mind raced a bit. Why would she be going to his house?

"I could ride my bike," she answered without thinking. She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. "But... why would I need to come over?"
 
"Don't worry..it'll be a fun summer job..."

He knew she was far too young to get any kind of legit job, and even if she were, he could pay far better.
 
Tara narrowed her eyes. "That doesn't really answer my question..." she grumbled, but she shrugged it off. Perhaps he needed some things, odd chores, done around the house. She had done enough of those. Besides, she was too young to get a job so this would be good for her. She needed some new clothes and books anyways. She was running out of things to read.
 
"We can discuss the details when you come on by, say Monday? 10AM" Though he technically phrased this as a question, it was anything but. Mr. Duncan was hesitant to get into where this was really heading, naturally, until he had Tara on his 'turf,' so to speak.

With the last statement he stood and moved to the office door, opening it for her, signifying the end of their meeting.
 
Tara nodded. "Okay, that should work," she agreed. When he opened the door for her, she smiled to him and thanked him for his help before leaving.

After that, she headed to her class and for the rest of the day her mind was preoccupied by the thoughts of her new found job and easy grades. She was really wondering what chores she would do for him while she was there and such as that. She wondered what his house looked like. She didn't mention it to her friends as the week went on and even as they said their goodbyes on the last day of school. She didn't want them to know she would get easy A's or else they might want in on it too.
 
The rest of the week dragged on for Mr. Duncan, and he even went in on the weekend to clear out his office and basically kill time. He also handled his financial affairs that week, making sure he had plenty of cash at his disposal.

As Monday morning finally came, he woke early and showered, dressing more casually in flip flops, khaki cargo shorts and a green pocket t-shirt. The minutes seemed to tick by slower as 10 AM closer, and his nerves grew a bit. Though it was a bit early for a drink, he reminded himself that he was on summer vacation after all and popped open a beer, waiting for the doorbell to ring.
 
Tara woke up early Monday to shower and get ready in a tight Batman shirt, short jean short and converse. She then told her dad (the one person she lived with) that she was going to babysit ad he said a bye before she left, not asking anything else.

Tara looked at theaddress one moe time before getting on her bike and pedalling off. She knw where his street was so she ot there easily before she had to slow down for house numbers. One she found his she pulled up, parking her bike, and knocked on the door.
 
Mr. Duncan jumped up from the couch as he heard a knock at the door, but took his time answering it, not wanting to seem overly enthused. He opened the door, stepping aside to invite her into the foyer.

"Tara! Hi," he said in a friendly tone, "Go ahead and make yourself at home," he went on, directing her to the living room as he continued past to the kitchen. He took a few moments, letting her examine the rather posh surroundings. In the living room was a large, black sectional sofa and a glass coffee table in the center, facing a rather sizable TV mounted to the wall, along with a leather recliner off in the corner.

Truthfully, Mr. Duncan needed a moment to collect himself. While he clearly had all the leverage, he had never quite gone through with something like this, and was somewhat nervous. He grabbed the envelope for her, which contained $500, and took a healthy swig of his beer as he walked back into the living room, casually tossing the envelope on the coffee table before sitting near, but not quite next to her.

"Here ya go...consider that an advance for your first week. You seem like a good kid, so I trust you'll work out fine."
 
"Hi Mr. Duncan," she greeted as she stpped into the room. She took off her shoes and looked around in awe. It was really nice for a teachers place! She was sure he couldnt afford this on a teachers salary alone. Maybe he was good at stocks or something.

Tara went and saton the couch and waited for Mr. Duncan to come back. When he did, he still looked calm a collected. He handed her an envelope saying it was her pay. "He trusts me this much?" she wondered to herself as she opened it.

Tara's eyes widened. "This is for a WEEK??" She was beyond shocked. "What all am I going to do?"
 
Mr. Duncan had to honestly think for a moment about how to proceed. Everything had been about getting her to this point, in his living room, and he hadn't really plotted things out beyond that. He sipped his beer and set it down on the end table before going forward. He figured he could probably beat around the bush all day before a girl of her age picked up on what this really about it. Better to just go ahead and be blunt about this, he thought. At this point, the worst that could happen was she bolted for the door, right?

"Yes Tara, that's for the week...there is more where that came from too, so you know. But, just so we're clear...this job, is about sex. You'll get naked for me this summer, and you'll have sex, with me."
 
Tara's eyes widened more, though in some corner of her mind it made sense, the majority of it wasn't processing. No comprehendo. She was drawing a blank.

As she sort of... sifted through this new info, the little naughty girl in everyone's mind looked over her teacher again. He was rather handsome and for that sum of cash it would be worth it-

"Um... Mr. Dunczn," she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as he towered over her, "I'm- I'm flattered you find me attractive but..." she trailed off, unsure what to say. She sort of wanted to leave but something held her in place.
 
The fact that sex was now out on the table and Tara hadn't gone running off was encouraging to Mr. Duncan, and he relaxed a bit more. He hoped that if he just reminded her of all she stood to gain, she would eventually cave.

"Look, no one ever has to know about this but you and me...it'll be a fun job, and you'll be able to make a ton of cash on top of those perfect grades."
 
Tara shifted again, feeling a bit selfconscious. "Of courseno one would know," she agreed. Her mind trailed to the cash and she sort of caved. Her amil wasn't one for its money hence the public school. It would be nice not to have to get a job, get money and have good grades. The things she could do!

"Um... what do I have to do Mr. Duncan?" She asked nrvously, looking up at him innocently.
 
Once again, Mr. Duncan had to take a second to think this through and answer her question. As much as he wanted to just pin her down and have his way with her, that just wouldn't be as fun. He loved sensing her nervousness all the while.

"Well, let's see...for starters, just stand up in front of me here...let me take a good look at you." He said, directing her to stand just to the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of him.
 
Tara slowly did as told, getting up and moving to stand where he wanted her to. Her mind eaced. She had never been one for porn, she was thirteen, but her brother had made her read a porn story once, so she had abit of insight but not much. She had touched herself one time to try it, but had never done it again. What would he want?

She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she chewed her lower lip. She felt him staring at her. "... Now what?" She asked softly.
 
He waited before directing her further, intentionally letting the tension build a bit more.

"Well you have a very sexy body Tara...I think it's about time you started showing me a little more of it...why don't you just go ahead and lose those shorts me," he said, very matter of factly, as if this was completely normal.
 
Tara's eyes widened but she nodded and unzipped her short jeans. She shimmied them down, for they were kind of tight, and took her underwear own a bit with it. She blushed profusely and pulled them back up. Right now, she had on her favorite pair of undies. They matched her bra and made her feel sexy. They were red with black lace covering them. They were sort of small but weren't see through. She kept her eyes down, despite his earlier comment, as she now tood in her tight shirt and panties.
 
"Very nice...very nice Tara," he said, nodding, almost in disbelief but emboldened with every step things went further. Mr. Duncan kept his eyes fixated on her as he began rubbing his cock over his shorts.

"Why don't you lose the panties too while we're at it, ok?"
 
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