Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

[Siren13]

Sianna took a deep breath, and another. She adjusted her bra for a third time, cursing LaSenza for not making bras in her size. Was a 34G really so unheard of? She paused clearing her mind, focusing on the task ahead, trying not to worry about the cruel looks and the whispered comments. Jeez her students could be so mean. Taking another breath, she held her head high and walked into her class.

Standing in front of her students, she wilted once again, fumbling with her briefcase, dropping it almost immediately, blushing very quickly and delicately. She smoothed out her just above the knee pencil skirt, plucked some imaginary dust of her midnight blue blouse and tussled her gorgeous raven hair. So begins her regular morning class routine. Looking out at the sea of bored and hung over faces, she begins her lecture.

Periodically throughout the lecture she turned to the board, pretending to check something, simply so she could adjust her bra, without having to have everyone see what she was doing, hoping it wasn't obvious. She would turn back and continue on, only a faint tinge of pink across her cheek bones to denote her embarrassment. The faint tinge would deepen in shade when someone called her name, but she would answer dutifully, even though she felt they were all laughing at her.

 

[Alan23]

Do you see said the message displayed on Dean Graham's cellphone what I see?

There was no need to reply. Dean smiled and winked across the room to Marcus, his best friend. Yes, Miss Kurayami was having her usual trouble. It happened nearly every class... you could take bets on it. She'd be in the middle of some usual activity - explaining some point of the lesson, criticizing a student, handing out homework - and then, suddenly, totally breaking the flow of what she was doing, she'd order the class to read a certain passage from their textbooks to themselves, or turn to the board and begin writing something only vaguely connected to the business at hand. And then, (did she really think no-one would notice) she'd begin fumbling with something at the level of her massive breasts, sometimes squirming and wriggling, like some weird dance. At first, Dean had thought she was playing with her nipples, but he'd soon learned the answer was a lot more prosaic.

She was having trouble with her bra again.

Sometimes, it was true, she'd manage more slickly than other times. A single tug, and she'd turn back to the class, and drag the subject back to where it had been. Other times were a lot more problematic - they'd be an audible snap as the bra whacked against her skin when she tugged it down, or the bra would resist her efforts to drag it back into place, making what she was trying to do a lot more obvious. When that happened, they'd be stifled giggles from the female students, hidden laughs from the males, and when Miss Kurayami turned back to the class, her cheeks and forehead would be crimson from embarrassment.

Given that Miss Kurayami usually had to adjust her bra at least twice per lesson, it was rarely a period went by without her giving the class such amusement. For Graham, though, it was more than funny.

He shifted under the desk, wondering if the boner he always got when Miss Kurayami looked so helpless would actually burst through his jeans!

It was kind of difficult, in a way, having a thing about Miss Kurayami. Sure, students has the hots for teachers all the time - but admitting you had a thing about her was like saying you liked Disney cartoons or 80s bubblegum pop. There were teachers that it gave one street cred to be attracted to. Miss Fleisch, the phys ed teacher, with her long blonde hair and bronzed body. Miss Traves, the drama teacher, universally popular with every student. Miss Culver, fresh out of college and with the perkiest boobies in creation.

But not Miss Kurayami. It was like a girl admitting a passion for the pimpliest nerd in school. She was an outsider, pure and simple. Unable to maintain any semblance of order or discipline in class. Blushing bright red whenever anyone said anything that could be construed as a sexual innuendo. Rumor had it that even the other teachers held her in contempt. Given that Dean had to regularly fend off the advances of the other senior girls on a regular basis, to say he felt anything for the teacher with the jet-black hair and ridiculously large boobs would have resulted in gales of laughter.

But over the last few weeks, he'd noticed a weird feeling. Whenever he thought about her, at home at night, or when sitting alone having a smoke, he found her face swimming before his vision. Somehow, without his being aware of it, he'd found a need to protect her coming on. As if he wanted to look after her. When the girls gathered on the playing fields, and recounted her recent struggles with her bra, he'd had to force himself to laugh along with the others, even though something inside him wanted him to scream "shut up, shut up" at them. Secretly, he hated it when the others mocked her, when the other boys talked about how they'd fuck Misses Culver, Travers of Fleisch... and send Miss Boobitit to do the washing up.

And as he watched her turn back to the class, an idea came into his head. He was sick of the way things went on at school. The way everyone made fun of people who showed any weakness. It was like being in a jungle. Miss Kurayami was doing her best. It wasn't her fault she lacked confidence, that her tits were so big, that her bra always misbehaved at thee wrong moment. A real man, he thought - a genuine loner, who didn't let himself be browbeaten by the herd - a real man would stop pretending.

"Hey, Miss," trilled Sandi Bowman, one of the rudest girls in the school -and who had been chasing Dean for weeks. "Is your bra too tight or something? You been fussing with it all period!"

Making fun of her was nothing new - but usually not quite this blatant. presumably Sandi was doing it for a dare, or a bet. He watched, to see how the dark-haired teacher would handle it.

 

[Siren13]

Sianna turned the darkest shade of red she had turned all class. This time she didn't fumble, well as much, she slammed the book closed, intending to slam it onto the desk, only to have missed and it land on the floor. She looked up at Sandi, pointed to her, assigned an extra assignment to her, a week of detention and told the rest of the class, that they had the rest of the period to bugger off basically.

When all the students had left the class, she sat at her desk, breathed in and out deeply a few times, trying to calm her nerves. Having no luck with it, she broke down and cried softly to herself, again. She continued to sob quietly, completely forgetting that she hadn't locked the door.

 

[Alan23]

Dean never really knew why he went back. It wasn't as if he'd forgotten anything, and even if he had, it couldn't have been anything he needed over break.

He guessed it was just he was sick of the others. "You should have seen her go red," Sandi was screaming with delight at Bianca. "Everyone knows when her bra's giving her fits, and there's not a thing she can do about it. And she can hardly send me to the principal, can she. Or she'd have to stand there and discuss how she was fiddling with her bra - imagine what a dweeb she'd feel!"

"It's those gigantic mazoomas she's got," giggled Bianca. "She's forever having to haul it up when they slip out of it, or pull it down when the underwire cuts her."

He was sick of them making fun.

He returned to the class, simply wanting to be by himself. He expected it to be deserted. As he approached the open door, he was amazed to hear soft sobbing coming from inside. At first, he planned to quickly go back the way he'd come, but curiosity got the better of him. Why was someone crying in there?

And then, when he poked his head round the door, his jaw dropped. There was Miss Kurayami, sitting at her desk, her head down in her hands, her shoulders shaking. A wailing nose was breaking the silence.

He should have left. Backed out, and left her to her privacy. But some instinct told him this was... well, it was a kind of test. If he didn;t try and help her now -

He'd be as bad as the rest.

Sure, he'd done his share of teasing her in the past. "Accidentally" slipping her skirt up with a ruler, so the rest of the class saw her panties. Giggling, and deliberately using words with "bra' in them, like "Brazil" or "Braid", just to embarrass her. Asking questions that forced her to reach up and point at something high on the board, so her bra would ride up or her blouse come untucked, or her skirt hike up and show more leg than she wished. But those were only school pranks. He'd never known they hurt her this much.

The thought struck him - [i[did she spend every break crying in private, like this?[/i]

"Miss Kurayami?" He said, not even sure where he was going with it. "Hey, don't get upset. Sandi's just stupid." He wondered what he could say next. "Urm - like, it isn't your fault your bra was... " he stopped suddenly. That would probably only embarrass her more.

"I think she's just jealous of you," he said, leaning against the wall. "Because you're so pretty."

 

[Siren13]

She had just started to calm down when she remembered something else that upsets her. It was always like that, whenever she got upset she started spiraling down and down further. Getting more and more upset until she was the sobbing mess that Dean found her in. She immediately started to try and clean up her make up and stop the flow of tears. And, of course, she was blushing furiously at having been caught crying. He was even mentioning her bra mishaps, oh god, she wanted to crawl into her skin and disappear. He was even saying her name!!

"Please, please don't mention the bra thing... I know it happens, I know you all make fun of my breasts... I can't help it, I can't afford the good ones that fit properly. What are you talking about? Jealousy? Your so ridiculous, they aren't jealous, they think I'm a freak. You think I don't hear them?" She sniffles some more, and looks at him apologetically. "Your jokes were cute and a little funny at least... They're just being hurtful..." Her blush deepened as she admitted she liked his attention.

Pretty? He called me pretty... Huh... She smiled weakly at the thought. She looked up at him, her lush lips curving up into a beautiful smile.

"I don't usually cry like this, here. But, today, well, it's just particularly unbearable today... Sandi, she's such a horrible girl." She started blushing again, talking to her student like this. The known playboy. "I can't believe I'm telling you all this... You probably think I'm even more of a freak now... I'm probably going to have to leave this school now..." She started sobbing again, her shoulders shaking and heaving. She took a few minutes to calm down again, thinking it over in her head. If he really was one of those asshole students, he would have laughed at her crying and left to laugh it up with the other students.

She looked up at him again, delicately, from beneath her lashes. "Would you be uncomfortable, or weirded out, by me asking you to let me 'cry on your shoulder'?" She asked quietly, not sure why she was picking this moment in time to be the slightest bit bold, with only a faint trace of blush creeping up her cheeks. "If you don't mind, please, please don't call me Miss Kurayami," she cringed as she said her own name, "it doesn't match who I am at all. Please call me Sianna." She smiled at him tentatively, her lower lip trembling slightly, in a very pathetic and cute manner.

 

[Alan23]

He stood there, with his arms open. "Sianna. That's kind of pretty. It suits you." He could see what an effort she was making. Like someone who had never opened up before. Someone learning how to give, "You could cry on my shoulder anytime you like. " It was as if their roles had been reversed. That she was the adolescent, and he was the adult. That it was his job to protect her, look after her. It was a good feeling, but frightening. "Here, stand up."

He was faintly surprised that she obeyed immediately. Almost as if she had been conditioned to doing what she was told. "No, not that way," he said, turning her so that her back was to him. He'd noticed that the tail of her blouse was coming loose, and he pushed the excess material back into the waistband of her skirt. Then he turned her around, and tucked her in at the front as well. He'd never done this to a woman before - it felt more intimate than the kissing and petting he'd done with girls his own age. He wanted to kiss her desperately, but something in him was holding off...

 

[Siren13]

She blushed a little more when he complimented her first name, happy that someone else liked her name ((she doesn't like her last name)). She let out another sob quietly, happy this time, when he said that she could cry on his shoulder. Standing up, a little surprised, but not totally, at his command, she blushed a deep crimson as she felt him fixing her clothing, realizing that it was very intimate. She couldn't help but smile a very goofy, childish grin at his ministrations. She liked very much being looked after.

When he had finished tucking in her shirt, she thanked him by hugging him quickly, but tightly, around his ribs. When she pulled away, she looked up at him, blushing slightly at her boldness. "Thank you, Dean... I won't lie, I never thought you for the caring type, not like this. I've noticed that you stand up for some of the more outcast types. But, thank you listening to me..." She looked up at the clock and decided she was going to call in sick for the rest of the day. "I'm going to go home, for the rest of the day, I'll see you tomorrow, thank you again."

She smiled at him again, no trembling lip or faltering gaze this time, just an extremely grateful smile. Blushing again as a thought crossed her mind, she wrote something quickly on a scrap of paper, handing it to him, squeezing his hand gently, not in a sexual or expectant way, just a friendly squeeze. And then she clumsily began gathering her things to go home.

On the note:
Call, if you need anything, if you need to talk or you just want someone to listen and get away too. I swear I'm not one of those rapist teachers who preys on her unwilling students. Haha. Please don't be afraid to come to me with anything.
1(xxx)xxx-7609

When he had looked up from her note, she was already on her way out of the classroom.

 

[Alan23]

It had been a confusing day for Dean. After all, it isn't every day one hugs a teacher, not to mention tucking in her clothing. And when one does, for them to give you their phone number is hardly the response you'd expect. Dean decided to say nothing about the incident to any of his peers, simply transferred the number to his cellphone under the innocuous "AK", in case anyone else got hold of his phone. As for her being a "rapist teacher" - well, that was impossible even if she wanted. One thing he definitely wasn't - when she'd hugged him, with the top of her head just under his chin so that he could smell her hair, those beautiful breasts pushing against him, he'd felt instant lust. He wanted to take her, there and then, on her desk or the floor. Or both.

* * * * * *

The next morning, as he took his seat, he watched her carefully as she entered. Waiting for her to notice the single praline he'd slipped under the pile of textbooks, wrapped in a second sheet of paper with "from D" written on it. he was getting it bad, he knew. It had been all he could do to prevent himself writing her name, surrounding it with hearts, like some lovesick schoolgirl with a crush on a movie star. Sianna. Sianna. It was like a refrain, haunting his dreams, his thoughts. When Sandi leaned against his locker and tried to flirt with him, it was Sianna's beautiful, helpless eyes that replaced hers. And when she deliberately leaned forward, so that he could see down her tank top, he desperately wished it was Sianna's voluptuous breasts that were revealed, rather than Sandi's tiny buds.

So he waited, a massive boner distorting the front of his jeans, hope in his eyes, as she entered the classroom in her usual hesitant way, her slightly nervous placatory expression in place as usual. Was it his imagination, or did she glance just slightly in hi s direction as she entered, just for a micro-second? He gave her a small wink, and smile, so quickly that no-one else could possibly have noticed. His eyes were bright with desire.

 

[Siren13]

Walking into the classroom with her usual quiet and reserved manner, she glances quickly up at Dean, before she reigns in her gaze, not wanting to be obvious. She had opted for simply wearing a bathing suit top today, it offered a fair amount of support and the best part was, no underwire! She had a beautiful black button up shirt on today, wearing her regular pencil skirt. Her hair was tied loosely in a messy bun at the base of her neck, perfect for grabbing onto. She also wore her regular black 3 inch strappy stilettos.

She looked down at her desk, seeing the single praline and note. She couldn't help but blush happily as she smiled beautifully. She had seen him smile and wink at her, which had, admittedly, coloured her cheeks slightly, not enough for anyone but him to notice she was sure. None of her students usually noticed that she had even entered the classroom until she tried to start talking, and even then she had to wait for the back rows to quiet down. She sighed gently as the class quieted down for the most part, and she wondered again for the umpteenth most time why she chose to be a teacher.

She began teaching her lesson as usual, teaching the dull boring theory, answering the even duller and dumber questions her students asked. She wasn't sure if they were actually that slow or if they were just testing her patience. Throughout her entire lecture her eyes would drift towards Dean, and should would either smile happily or blush slightly. She successfully managed to make sure no one caught on to just who she was looking at, although she hoped desperately that he did.

As the bell rang and the students rushed the class door, she went down to her desk, left the door slightly ajar this time, and picked up the praline. She looked at it sweetly for a minute before smiling and popping into her mouth, moaning quietly and lightly at the wonderful rich taste. She was very proud of herself, she had managed to go the entire class with only making one small adjustment of her bathing suit/bra, and a small one at that. So she began daydreaming about nothing in particular, hoping Dean would stop by, so she could thank him for the candy.

 

[Alan23]

Dean watched Miss Kurayami - or Sianna, as he'd been calling her in his imagination ever since she'd told him her name - carefully. He pretended not to react when the whole class ignored her, Sandi making a particular point of chatting loudly as if she hadn't even noticed her teachers' entrance. When he winked at her -so fast and casual he could have passed it off as something in his eye - he saw her blush. So yesterday hadn't been just some fantasy, or some aberration that she'd forget as soon as she got herself together. She was wearing another tight skirt, and a black blouse which, to his disappointment, was perfectly tucked in. He tried to tell himself she'd made a special effort for him, but deep inside knew it was unlikely. A student having the hots for a teacher, yeah. But a teacher - even one as obviously lonely as Sianna - having feelings for a student. Not outside of dreams!

And yet he'd seen the blush.

The lecture proceeded, with students deliberately asking stupid questions, in the usual efforts to fluster her. For once, he bra seemed to be staying in place, and she made only the slightest of tugs at it - and that so fleeting that she might just have been scratching her shoulder. He found his gaze drawn hypnotically to her legs whenever she sat down and her skirt crept up. And when she was facing the class, he had to deliberately look across at other students, to avoid his eyes fixating on her gorgeous, massive boobs! Twice, she made eye contact, giving a small half-smile, and on the second time he winked again. The next time her glance strayed across to him, she blushed.

Dean would have liked to have approached her after class - if only to see if she'd guess who the chocolate was from - but he was doomed to disappointment. Sandi deliberately hung back, when the bell went for break, fussing with her books, in a manner that said she was going to be the last to leave. He could not hang around without making it obvious, so he contented himself with texting:

Someone looks real sexy in black today

on his cellphone and sending it to her number!

he hung around for ten minutes or so, idly kicking a soccer ball about with some guys he knew, then judged it safe to go to the class. Sandi would not waste her break inside.

As he approached the door, though, he could hear Sandi talking.

"... no right to give me that detention. It was just a joke - you should be grateful someone does joke with you! Everyone else thinks you're too much of a loser to bother with. Well, I'm not gonna turn up for it or do the assignment, and there's nothing you can do about it. And if you try and give me any more extra work, I'll pull your skirt down in front of the class - like I did with that Shelby Travis, who tried to steal my boyfriend last year. 'cos I'm not scared of you, and I know you're scared of me. And everyone knows it. So you just better back off. You got that? or do those huge tits of yours sap all your brain strength?

Dean waited, hiding behind the lockers, to see how Sianna would deal with this.

 

[Siren13]

Checking her phone as the bell rang, she saw the text from Dean. Blushing as she read the text she had her back to the class, she nuzzled her phone sweetly, happily, not sure what to say back. Turning around, her face did the opposite of her normal reaction and drained of colour as she saw Sandi in the room still. When she started going off on her, she took deep breaths, in an attempt to control her anger, fear and upset. She still had some confidence from Dean's antics in the class, she held onto those desperately.

Being nervous, she reached up and scratched the back of her neck, which unfortunately showed the strings of her bathing suit, revealing her new found secret to Sandi, by accident. She still hadn't said anything in retort to her taunting yet. She squared her shoulders and started speaking, trying to hide the fear that she had pointed out, with unfortunate accuracy.

"You were in the wrong. You disrupted the class. That does in fact deserve punishment, which I am allowed to, and will be, enforcing if you to do if you don't listen to me." Unfortunately for Sianna she was shaking, and very obviously not in control of the situation. She turned to do something on her desk, which allowed Sandi the opportunity to pull on the strings of her bathing suit top. Feeling her suit, for lack of a better word, collapse away from her chest, she let out a gasp of surprise and upset. Tears sprang to her eyes as she turned around, pointing to the door.

"Get out." All she could muster was those two words, and she was all but pushing her out of the class then. Not wanting Sandi to see her cry, it would only further enable her.

 

[Alan23]

Still hidden behind the lockers, Dean watched as Sandi emerged, a huge smile on her face as she was collected by a group of her friends.

"Ya wouldn't believe it," Sandi laughed. "The crazy bitch was wearing a bikini top instead of a bra. Probably can't buy one to fit her. I saw the string, and I untied it, and the whole lot fell down. There's no way she can get it done up again without taking her blouse off, so she'll have to walk to the bathroom which her tits drooping down to her knees." She accepted the high-fives of her friends, giggling. "I don't think I'll hear any more about that detention, somehow!"

"What a load of crap" thought Dean. Even Sandi would hesitate to undress a teacher in class. Obviously she was just trying to big-note herself. He waited until the girls had gone on their way, sidled out from behind the locker and entered the class, hoping he might hear what had really happened.

And there, he saw Sianna, a panicked expression on her face, her eyes again brimming with tears. Her previously immaculate blouse was untucked at the back, and her hands were up it, fumbling with something behind her back.

"Here, beautiful one. Let me..." he said, softly, standing behind her. Swiftly (though he was shaking, slightly) he found the loose strings and re-knotted them. Then, an impulse took him, and he reached around to her breasts and jiggled them, to resettle them back into place as he'd seen women do when putting on a bra. Whether from surprise or shock, she made no objection, and he took his time, then he pushed her blouse back into the waist of her skirt, and tucked it back in neatly.

"OK, now, talk to me," he said, still softly. "What's going on?"

 

[Siren13]

Hearing Dean speaking behind her she took in a sharp breath. She wanted to crawl in a hole and hide, this is second time he's seen her cry in as many days. She blushed and smiled despite herself when he called her beautiful. When she felt him tying her suit back up she stood still trying to collect herself to talk to him. She moaned quietly when he touched her breasts, blushing more. She sighed softly and sadly when he let go of her breasts to tuck in her shirt. She turned back to look at him when he was done, whispering and smiling a small thank you at him.

"She stayed after class, and after I read the text you sent me and made a bit of a stupid scene...." She blushed and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. "She came up to the front and started telling me off! A student telling a teacher off... Can you believe it? It's ridiculous..." She started pacing meekly now. "She started saying all these horrible things, and when i finally get a back bone to stand up for myself, thank you by the way, i get it squished right away," she threatens to collapse into tears again, "I'm starting to think there's no point in even trying to stand up for myself. I have to enforce that punishment though. I'll just have to stop wearing skirts for a bit..." She trails off as she thinks worriedly about Sandi's threat.

She locks the door to the classroom and looks up at Dean meekly. She walks over to him and puts her head hesitantly on his chest. Slowly she lets her arms snake around his waist and lets her curvy voluptuous body form to his, her chest pressing against him, her legs a little twined with his.

 

[Alan23]

Dean feels Sianna melt into him, feels the heat of her body, her softness pressing into him, the scent of her perfume threatening to overwhelm his senses. He is as horny as he's ever been in his life, wanting only to take her, rip off those constricting clothes, take her bent over her own desk, make her his. Dominate her, yet also cherish and protect her.

And yet, somehow, he knows this is a test.

Sure, he could have her, here and now. Any male could. She is too weak and clumsy to defend herself at the best of times, and right now she's too needy and vulnerable even to try to resist. There is a strange dichotomy in her behavior. Part of her is wanton, horny, like a succubus, pushing against him, writhing, dry-fucking him as if there is no tomorrow. Yet her face will not look up into his, her eyes are closed, and still streaked with tears, her blush is still bright red.

He guesses instinctively how difficult it must be for her. How impossible it must be to play the self-confident, sexual goddess she so desperately wants to be, when she's just been totally humiliated by a girl so much younger than herself, in front of her man. How her one throw of the dice, her one attempt to stand on her rights as an adult and receive the respect she deserves has been ignominiously crushed. Right now, he knows, she'd love the earth to open up and swallow her into oblivion. Her body could be his, right now, and how he wants it. oh, how he wants it.

Her soul? That, he wants to give back to her, whole!

"Hey, shhhh. Shhh, lovely one," he whispers in her ear, running his fingers gently over her still trembling lips. "It's OK, my love. It's OK you're not very good at standing up for yourself. Those girls only bully you because they're jealous of how pretty you are. It doesn't matter. I think you're beautiful, anyway. It doesn't matter, when there's a guy who loves you just the way you are."

And there is a rattle at the door.

"Miss Kurayami? Miss Kurayami?" comes the strident voice of Miss Fleisch, the phys ed teacher. "Are you in there? What's wrong with this door? You're needed to do supervisory duty through break. What's going on?"

Dean winks, and touches his fingers to his lips. He goes over to the door and, leaving it locked, begins to shake it frantically.

"Hey, we're saved, Miss Kurayami," he says, in a loud voice, feigning relief. "Is that you, Miss Fleisch? Someone slammed the door shut when they left, and it's fuck - er, it damaged the lock somehow, and the door's jammed. I dunno where the key is. Me and Miss Kurayami are stuck in here. We been trying to get out since break started." He rattles the door some more, while making motions to Sianna to dry her eyes, fix her clothes and generally make herself presentable. "You're gonna have to go to the office and get the master key, or something, or - hey! Hang on. Stand back. I'm sort of wiggling the lock, I think I might be able to get it free!"

Swiftly he unlocks the door, slips the key into his pocket, rattles the door some more. "Yeah, I think it's coming. Yeah. YAY!"

After a few more rattles, he flings the door opens and cannons out, as if momentum has carried him there, falling neatly into Miss Fleisch's arms. "Great. Hey you must have brought us luck, Miss Fleisch."

He looks back at Sianna, expecting to see a look of gratitude, and hoping the fact that she's still blushing won't give anything away. He sees with relief that she's managed to dry her tears and wipe away her smudged make up. Yet, instead of the gratitude he expects - there is a look on her face that he recognizes - one of extreme jealousy!

 

[Siren13]

A guy who loves you just the way you are he says... She repeats to herself quietly, savoring the feeling of his fingers on her trembling lips. God how she wanted him to take her. She found herself fawning over him, feeling very much like a student in love. Oh... Touch me... Feel me, squeeze me, hold me again! Please Dean...! Wishing silently to herself, she's startled from her thoughts as she hears the door rattling. She's about to answer Miss Fleisch's annoying voice when she sees Dean put a finger to his lips.

Sianna stays quiet as she watches her man (Can I really think like that?!) think so quickly on his feet. She realizes what he's doing and starts fixing her appearance. She tries to calm her blush down, but her thoughts won't change, so the burning in her cheeks won't go away. Having everything set, except her trade mark blush, she stands near the door, waiting to be 'freed'.

Sianna had been laughing when Dean had opened the door, but seeing him fall into Miss Fleisch's arms, sent a new feeling down her spine and curling into her stomach. She was angry. She wanted to hit, of all people, Miss Fleisch, although it was in no way her fault. Her anger and jealousy burned away all the warm happy blush that had settled on her cheeks.

"Thank you for opening the door Dean. You needn't worry about your grades either, you're doing well in my classes. If you'll excuse me, as Miss Fleisch pointed out, I'm late for my duties." She sniffed and snipped a little cooly as she walked past the pair of them. She couldn't understand how she had gotten so jealous over someone she wasn't dating. Not knowing what to do, she went to the bathroom, cleaned up her eyes, which were tearing up again already. Sending a text to Dean, that simply read "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, or what's happening " she continued on her way to her duty class.

 

[Alan23]

I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, or what's happening

Just ten words. Ten. They say a picture paints a thousand words. Yet, ten words can paint ten million pictures.

It isn't the words themselves, or even the sentence they form. In itself it simply states three related, innocuous facts. The significance is this: That Sianna wrote it, without feeling any need to provide supporting detail. The implication that he and her are falling in love, already regard themselves as together, that the two of them being one is taken for granted.

And when he ponders the words, and thinks on possible replies, the implications from the short message ripple through the pool of his mind. Why is she sorry? Does she feel guilt, at encouraging the attentions of a student? Is she confused by how fast their attachment has progressed, and concerned as to how far it will go? Or is her apology for the obvious jealousy she showed? Sianna has been through a bad day, and his reply must take that into account. And when he sends it - it's three words.

check your email

So when she logs on, she'll see the following message:

Dean Graham DeeGree@fastline.com
12:22pm (45 minutes ago)
to S.Kurayami.GreenlakeHigh.edu.org
Subject: HOMEWORK EXTENSION - CONFIDENTIAL

Sweet Sianna:

I don't think the Flesheater noticed anything. I guess the game I played with her was a bit clumsy, but it was the best I could do at short notice. That door really has stuck before, btw, so I think she'll believe it. If not, what can she prove anyway.

I have to say, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what happened. And in the real best of ways. You really don't need to apologize to me for anything. It's not as if you're some evil ho praying on my innocent mind, LOL. I'll be honest, since you have to know this, I've had about as much sex as you'd imagine, and then some, and I'm certainly not virgin. I'm guessing I've had more relationships than you have, so you needn't feel any guilt.

Yeah, I know you see some issues with taking this thing any further. I know you feel bad you're a teacher and I'm a student. And I know you felt embarrassed me seeing that stupid bitch Sandi bullying you, and you not being able to defend yourself. And I know people make fun of your shape, and the way you aren't very confident in class. But Sianna, I have to tell you, I don't care about any of these things. I think you are a beautiful, perfect woman.

See, I'm putting my balls on the line here, LOL - you can report me to the principal for harassing a teacher, I'm trusting you. That's gotta prove something, right?

But there's something else we need to talk about, and fast. I saw that look you gave me, when you left the classroom. I told the Flesheater that you'd asked me to write for the school mag, and that I refused, and that's why you froze me out. Again, I think she probably swallowed it. But I see you look when Sandi flirts with me, and when I accidentally bumped into the Flesheater, and by the way she held on longer than she had to, it wasn't my doing. But anyway, if you are feeling jealous and insecure, we need to talk about this.

So anyway, if you don't want to see me again - well, I know you can't help seeing me, since you're my teacher, but I mean - you know, be together in private again - just send me a single text saying "Goodbye" - just the one word - and I'll shut up and never mention this again and I promise to leave you in peace. But I trust you to trash this email and not tell anyone about it, I can trust you for that I think.

But if you want to talk about stuff, do you know the Cranberri Coffee Shop in 74th Street - you know, right opposite the MGM Movie shop? It's a change of bus routes away, on the other side of town, so it's not likely any of the kids from school will be there. Anyway, I'll be there from 10am till midday tomorrow (Saturday) so if you want to come along and talk about stuff I'll be there.

With affection and love, I hope I am allowed to say that

D

 

[Siren13]

Sianna had checked her e-mail when she got home. She was still staring open mouthed at her computer screen, her cheeks heating up slowly. She couldn't believe it, this was like a date almost, wasn't it? She typed out goodbye, several times on her phone, always deleting it before she even came close to the send button. Sure, relationships are frowned upon here, but its not like we'll go to jail for it... She looked up the address again, tapping a pen against her lush lips.

"What the hell!! I'm gonna go for it!!" She says out loud to herself. Smiling happily, she blushes and prints off the directions, planning on driving there. She giggles at her boldness. She didn't even think of texting goodbye for the rest of the night. She kept beaming and smiling as she tried on different things to wear the next, constantly breaking into happy little giggle fits. Oh god... I'm such a little kid sometimes. She laughs happily to herself.

The next morning she woke up fairly early and went for a nice run, to really wake herself up. Showering, she was still grinning happily. She put her hair up and started getting dressed. She had decided on wearing nice black jeans, another black button up blouse. She blushed when she remembered his comment about her in black. Leaving a few buttons undone at the top, just enough to cover her black laced bra, she put on a simple cross necklace. She put her hair up in another loose messy bun, simple make up and cute heels.

Pulling into a parking lot near the cafe she ha another giggle fit in her car before she composes herself and climbs out. Looking at her phone she checks the time. 9:45am. Shit... I'm early. What do I do? Maybe I can just sit and wait quietly... He probably won't even be here yet...

Head down, she walks in quietly, orders an apple cider with caramel and heads to a table in the back. She's quite happy that people don't recognize her here, and that her bras not acting up right now. Her drink arrives and she starts flipping through a magazine and sips at her drink waiting for him.

 

[Alan23]

It's a few minutes to ten when Dean noses his Camaro into the parking lot and steps out. He's wearing his favorite leather jacket, his designer jeans, his Cargo-Cult tee. Looking more like an adult than the schoolkid he really is. It feels weird - almost like a date, but with a teacher. Sandi has asked him what he'll be doing on the weekend, he's told her he has to go visit relatives. She pouted, but accepted his explanation.

So now, he enters the coffee shop, and looks around. She's sitting with her back to him, and he orders a flat white, boring enough but what the hell. He's always felt sick after drinking latte, and cappuccino feels a bit girly. He'd planned to just slip in opposite her at the table, but on impulse he ruffles her hair as he walks by her. He's never seen her in jeans before, and though it seems a shame to cover up her beautiful legs, she looks damn good. Another black blouse too - well, he'd said he liked her in black. He takes that as a good sign.

"So you came," he says, smiling. He's been half worried she'd simply ignore the message, neither turning up nor sending the text. Now he's here with her, it feels almost like a dream. He's visualized this moment so often, dreamed of it, planned for it, for the last 20-plus hours since he sent her the text.

Well, she's smiling, nervously, which is another good sign. He'd half expected her to bat his hand away when he touched her hair. He hopes this is a sign she isn't here to send him out of her life.

"So OK," he says, taking control, ignoring preambles. "Tell me about that look you gave me. The one that said I'd done something wrong." He smiles as he says it, but it's obvious he won't take any evasions. He sees her face color up and her breasts start to shift slightly, evidence he's struck an emotional chord. "Are you getting insecure already?"

 

[Siren13]

Smiling and blushing happily as she feels him ruffle her hair, she watches him sit down. She was a little stunned that he just jumped into the topic at hand, admiring the way he looked today. Her face took on a different blush, a more perverted one, as she had some rather inappropriate thoughts of him.

"Of course I'm getting nervous already... It's not very often one admits to jealousy over something meant to keep things easier for us." She blushes more as she speaks, but smiles up him as well. Her breasts were getting tight in her bra already. I haven't even been here with him for ten minutes yet and I'm getting horny already -.- what is wrong with me... Am I in need that bad? She shifts gently, licking and biting her lips as she looks at him, trying desperately to get her body under control.

"I don't know where we're supposed to go from here, Dean. I think I'm really starting to like you. I'm not sure how to go about this, but I really don't want this to be just a game for you. If that's your intention, please leave now." She said quietly, realizing it was stupid to say something like that, if it was a game, why would he just come out and admit it? She closes her eyes, silently berating herself. Putting her hand over her chest, she feels her heart beating erratically, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Opening her eyes, she smiles at him timidly while he's still sitting there.

"Any ideas on what to do?" She drops her voice to a whisper now. "We aren't going to sit here the whole time are we? Can we go somewhere else?" She waits for his reply before offering the location in mind, her home.

 

[Alan23]

"Sure, we can go anywhere," he laughs. "I've got a car, here." He can see the look in her eyes. See her licking her lips, shifting in her chair. Her breasts have taken on a life of their own, shifting up and down. The sight makes him even more horny than he was before. He knows she needs him as much as he needs her. Her nervousness is like a small girl's, almost as if she were in class again, and some student was sending her up.

"No, hun, it's not a game. Look - I really do think you're a babe. I want you. All the time. And hey, it's not just sexual, know what I'm saying. I hate the way the kids make fun of you, and stuff. I feel like I want to protect you, and make everything all right." He sees that in her nervous licking of her lips, she's smudged her lipstick, and it's now smudged on her teeth. He gently reaches out and runs his finger over the teeth, smiling as her blush flares up again. When she stands up, he sees the blouse is a bit shorter than the other one she wore, and it's pulled up at the sides, revealing two small areas of midriff flesh, and the tiniest hint of the tops of her panties. This imperfection drives him even more wild with desire.

A few minutes later, they're driving, he with one hand on the wheel, and her leaning against him. Her breathing is even heavier, now, her breasts dancing. The pupils of her eyes are dilated. her jeans are a little tight, and they've rucked up into tight folds around her groin, causing the zipper to slide down an inch or two. He wonders if he should deliberately feign a need to look ahead, to give her the opportunity to adjust herself, knowing how shy she is about such things, but he can't stop looking at her every chance he gets.

When they reach the street outside her apartment, he goes around and opens the door for her, even though he's custom-fitted a remote lock from a later model. He keeps hold of her hand, as they enter the forecourt of the block, and push the elevator key.

 

[Siren13]

Feeling his eyes on her the whole ride home, her breathing catches several times. She feels her body intensely under his stare, feeling restrained and restricted. She had removed the rest of the lipstick from her lips after he had taken it off her teeth for her, much to her embarrassment. Her lips were left to their natural full lush look in their natural darker shade of rosy pink. She kept her head on his shoulder for most of the ride home, her breathing still all over the place.

Feeling him so close to her as they enter her appartment, she unlocks the door breathlessly. Once inside she immediately goes to undo her bra, like she normally does. She pauses with her hand up the back of her shirt, blushing furiously, giggling nervously. "You don't mind do you? You know they drive me absolutely nuts..." She undoes the clasp at the back, having waited only seconds, before it dawns on her that its her appartment, and she can see the bulge in his pants. Pulling the straps down through the sleeves, she takes her bra out from under her shirt and sighs a massive sigh of relief, tossing it down the hall to her room. She shakes her shoulders gently, letting her massive breasts settle in her shirt. She swallows the last bit of her drink down, tossing the cup out.

She wasn't sure what to do now. She tried very hard not to stare at his lips the way she was, but she just wanted to kiss them so bad. She gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him ever so gently against the wall in her entryway. Leaning in close, she ever so slowly, brings her lips to his, keeping her eyes on his, looking for any slight sign of rejection or resistance.

 

[Alan23]

But if she expects any resistance or rejection, she's going to be sadly disappointed. Shit, he's so horny he's already pushing against her, dry-fucking her through her jeans. Too impatient with the niceties, he pushes her shirt up, and makes her lift her arms up, to take it off her still fastened, as if it was a sweater being removed. She's topless now, and he strips off his own t-shirt, feeling her press against him, his lips so hard against hers he can taste blood. Her nipples are so hard they are twin ramrods, stabbing into him. A sheen of sweat had broken out over her face, and he can tell she can barely breathe. She is like a fast-flowing river, about to burst the dam, her need has been pent up so long.

He slides his hand forward, thrusting it into the waist of her jeans. Her panties are wet, showing her need. He fingers her, perhaps more forcefully than he needs. Her weakness and helplessness force him naturally into total dominance. He knows that even now she must surely know he is hers, that she's still insecure, still frightened. He could tell her she need not worry, he wants her and her alone.

He continues sucking at her mouth, and fingering her cunt, letting the wave of her passion rise, controlling her like a puppet, holding her in his power. She moans gently, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.

The sudden sharp, shrill ring of the entry-phone breaks into the embrace, shocking her rigid.

It's on the verge of his lips to tell her to leave it. But something amuses him about the situation - Sianna, half-dressed, the sweat of lust and need on her, her hair a mess, having to receive a visitor. She looks at him, waiting for direction.

"Answer it," he tells her, seeing her eyes open with surprise. She was obviously certain he'd tell her to ignore it.

"Sianna, it's Tereesa Fleisch," comes the tinny voice, through the speaker. "I need to talk to you. It's important."

Any other woman would tell her to go fuck herself, Dean knows. But Sianna, poor Sianna - used to obeying women stronger than herself. He's already seen how nervous she is in the Flesheater's presence. At her pleading request, he hides in the bedroom, watching as Sianna hastily grabs a tight, pink sweater from a nearby chair, and throws it on to cover her naked breasts. As she pats at her hair, smooths the wrinkled jeans down along her thighs, tugs up the zipper, smooths the sweater.

Leaning against the closed door, he listens as Tereesa Fleisch refuses nervous offers of coffee, tea or other refreshment. "Listen, I have to speak to you," she says, scoldingly. "It's about the way you can't stand up to the senior girls. Frankly, Sianna, it's totally wrecking discipline in the school. Words getting around you can't control your students, that you're even scared of some of them. And once they can stand up to one teacher, none of us'll be able to control them. You've got to develop a backbone, girl. I'm really angry about this, and it's not just me. What is it - are you too scared to stand up for yourself?"

 

[Siren13]

((Can you avoid using cunt -shudders- i hate that word, please and thank you))

Feeling him press his naked torso against hers, Sianna gasps aloud, her panties soaking through with only that. She kisses him back urgently, needing his lips, like her lungs needed oxygen. Tasting blood on her lips, she surprised herself by licking it, savoring the taste, not sure if it was his or hers. Panting into his lips, she starts getting dizzy from her near hyperventilated state. Feeling his hands snake down the front of her jeans, she gasps again, gripping onto his shoulders as her knees get weak and she buries her face into his chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. She hadn't told him this yet, but although she had come close many times, she had yet to lose her virginity. She was terrified of being fucked and chucked.

She almost swore out loud when she heard the buzzer sound, and again when she heard the voice on the other end. She didn't want to stop hear, not now, not yet. She was shocked when Dean told her to go answer it, sure his young hormone driven body would want to continue with her. She was on the verge of pleading with him to stay, but heard footsteps on the stairs, so settled for begging him to stay in the bedroom until she came to get him. Throwing on a sweater from her room in passing, she tries to make herself presentable, yet at the same time, let her know that she was interrupting something.

She offered her drinks and food meekly, not used to playing the hostess. Hearing her start to rag on her about the senior girls, Sianna can feel herself start to break down again. Don't cry Sianna... It's not attractive, don't make Dean comfort you again, or reveal himself, which he might do if you start crying, smarten up girl... she silently berated herself. She held her tongue and her tears as best as she could, listening to the "Flesheater" speak, as she had heard Dean call her several times now. She even chuckled as she thought of it, covering the chuckle badly with a cough. She tried to smooth her hair some more.

"It's not easy for me to be composed around the students. You know I had one of them threaten to pull down my skirt in front of the class if I enforced the punishment I assigned her? That's not going to stop me from enforcing the punishment though, I'll just have to wear jeans for a bit I suppose..." She trailed off quietly in thought. "What do you want me to do? They don't respect me, they go out of their way to make me have troubles with them. It's all because I can't afford bras that fit," she begins blushing furiously now, "I have a hard time in class, there isn't much I can do about it at the time being. Besides, don't you think I know all this? It's not like I asked to cause so much trouble like this in the school. I'll try harder to maintain control of my class, but I'm not sure what else I can do. Is there anything else you came by to discuss?" She rose from her seat to show her to the door as politely as possible, wanting to get back to Dean. "And I would very much appreciate you not dropping by unannounced like that again, thank you very much."

 

[Alan23]

"Yes, well there's no need to take that attitude," Miss Fleisch began, and then changed tack. "Well, all I can say, Sianna, is that I'm not the only one that's noticed, that's all. And I certainly wouldn't advocate wearing jeans to school... all that'll do is gratify the girl you're taking her threat seriously, and confirm you're scared of her."

She saw that Sianna was obviously leading her to the door.

"OK, I get the point. Listen, if you do need to talk... perhaps I can give you some advice. Just think about it, OK?"

* * * * *

Behind the door of the bedroom, Dean was a mass of conflicting emotions. One of them was anger. How dare Miss Fleisch lecture Sianna like that, and in her own apartment, too? Abusing a student at school was one thing - but speaking that way to another adult was outside the envelope! Another emotion was pride. He'd expected Sianna to back down totally, as she usually did in confrontation. But this time, she'd actually managed to give as good as she'd received... and dealt with the situation in a very efficient manner.

The third emotion was the strangest, however - somehow, seeing Sianna in argument made him feel - even more sexy!

He waited until he heard the front door shut with a "click" before emerging, now fully naked, from the bedroom.

 

[Siren13]

"It's already been confirmed that I'm "afraid" of her... Just today she... Never mind. Have a good evening Miss Fleisch." She smiled politely as she shut the door on her, wanting her out of her apartment desperately. She breathed a sigh of relief after shutting the door, trying to collect herself before she went back to see Dean out of the bedroom.

Coming back, she saw him standing in the hall, fully nude, and she turned the darkest shade of red she had been in a long time. She was actually so embarrassed that she had to turn around and not look at him for a minute, lest she get a nosebleed ( XD if you read manga you'll get it).

Turning around slowly, she takes him all in, drinking in his form, while biting her lower lip. Her need and desire evident by the snapping of her eyes, greedily staring at his body. She walks forward, hand reaching forward to touch his body tentatively. When she reaches him, she puts her hand on his chest now, calmed down and backed away from the situation enough to actually enjoy the sight in front of her. She runs her fingertips over his skin gently, loving the fell of his bare skin. Leaning in, she sniffs at his bare skin, before kissing his neck gingerly, kissing up his neck, to his jawline, kissing down to his collarbone. She pauses and bites and nips him there playfully. Pressing her body closer and closer to his all the while, basking in the heat emanating from his skin.