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Raziel99

Raziel99

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Why does the school have to be so big... Alexander thought to himself as he ran down the hallways of the school, climbing stairs like they were nothing. He was late, by at least 10 minutes. He had taken a shower from ice hockey, and it took a little longer than he thought. He hardly had time to stop at his locker, opening the lock with a frenzy, pulling out his art work and bag before slamming it and starting his run yet again.

He was dressed in simple blue jeans and a white tee, something quick to throw on since he was running late in the morning, as well. But he actually had made it on time. He was toned, not super muscular, but you could see the lines from his working out from hockey. His face was sharp but soft, and his hair was slightly outgrown, enough that the wind from his running made it fly by.

He reached the classroom and slowly opened the door. "Sorry I'm late, Miss Baine." He said, sincerely though in passing, heading over to a work easel and setting up for drawing.
 
Miss Baine turned her head as the door opened, raising an eyebrow at late student. “Well Alexander, how nice of you to decide to join us today. You are ten minutes late, yet again. You know my rules, if you are late you have to make up the time by staying after class. And please no excuses as too why, they won't help you.” The teacher said before she turned her attention back to the rest of the class. “Alright back to work!”

Miss Baine was a pretty woman, she had just gotten her teaching degree and was hired almost immediately by the school. She had heard rumors that some of the male students had a crush on her, but she didn't believe it one bit. If she only could see herself as they did. With her lovely wavey blond hair, leaf green eyes, a young looking face, pretty lips, delicate features she almost looked like she was suited to be a model then a teacher. And with her body, one of supple firm breasts, a slender waist and delicate hips she would have graced the covers of many magazines if she was a model. But modeling had never called to her, art and teaching had.

In fact she was painting a beautiful picture at that moment while the rest of her students, including Alexander, worked on their own projects. Her painting was a landscape of a lake in the center of the woods, the moonlight hitting it in just the right way. “Remember class, you need to arrive on time so you can get to work and leave on time as well to make it too the buses or after school practice.” She said, looking up from her work long enough to stare at Alexander.
 
He had his paint palate put away as he first drew out his work being 10 minutes late several times had put him a drawing behind, though he was sure that he would get the other one done during his detention. The drawing that he did now was fast, though not really rough: A elf in the forest, hiding in the canopy of the trees as she aimed her bow down at a trespassing human. Such delicate detail, even with quick drawing, then painting strokes.

His cheeks flushed as he heard her words, could feel her eyes boring in on his head as he painted, though he never slowed in his painting. The bell rung for the end of the day as he finished the last bit of his panting, picking it up and putting it over to the side for it to dry off. As everyone left, he moved back to his easel, putting a fresh canvas up. They were alone now, the clock the only sound that was in the room.

He stood staring at the canvas for a long moment, at a loss for what to draw.
 
As the bell rang she watched her students pack up and hustle out the door. Miss Baine started to put away her paints, closed the classroom door, and cleaned up after the class with a sigh, they always seemed to leave such a mess, no matter how many times she scolded them. “What am I going to do with them...” She muttered to herself, picking up the scattered debris and brushes that the students had left out. “I mean don't they understand that they are only making a mess for someone else to pick up?” She shook her long blond hair before she turned her attention toward her pupil.

“Well Alexander, care to explain to me why you were late, yet again, to my class? I mean I know that art isn't the most exciting class but the least you could do is show me a little respect and arrive on time.” Miss Baine said as she ran a paint stained hand through her hair. “Is that too much to ask Alexander?” She leaned down against the table next to him, her dark blue skirt showing off her legs as she folded her arms across her breasts and examined his work.

“You know Alexander, you really do have talent. If you arrived on time more often you may be able to do expand yourself even more. Now what seems to be the problem? You appear to be stuck.” The teacher asked, her voice level and honest.
 
For the most part, he didn't hear her rambling to herself about the students. His eyes were half focused on the canvas, his mind deep in thought as he tried to figure out what he was going to do for this project. This was always the hard part, figuring out what he was going to do. After that, he had it pinned down, and he had it drawn out before anything. His hand was up, holding his paint brush, the wooden tip of it pressed to the corner of his lips as he thought.

She came over and started talking, though he only half heard her before she asked what was wrong. "Wha?... Oh, I was late because I got in the shower for class too late." He turned his head to the canvas, until her other question pounded through his skull. "I have no idea what to draw, honestly. Nothing of interest is coming to mind."
 
“Do you have a water proof watch that you can take with you in the shower? If you do you can always take it with you and set an alarm.” Miss Baine said trying to help him out. She may be harsh at times but she really did care about her students. She looked over at her own painting as the paint dried.

“As for what to paint, well that is always the hardest part to get over. What inspires you? What makes you think, what makes you smile or frown? Those are the things that can help you out.” The teacher said she started to take off her jacket and rolling up the sleeves on her white shirt, she had slender arms, and if he had wanted to he probably could easily over power her. “Now is there anything I can do to help you out Alexander?” The teacher asked, bending over to look him in his eyes. “I know that you probably think I am just an old hag who was put on this earth to make your life miserable. I used to think the same thing about my teachers. But I honestly am here to help you out, that is what being a teacher is all about.”
 
He sat there, looking at the canvas as he listened to her words. His eyes were still unfocused, reaching out for something that was out of his grasp, just at the edge and mocking him, refusing to come into his sight. It was making him frustrated, but he dealt with it, pulling at straws. "Well, I prefer to draw females, i find them easier to draw than males, since they are less about the rigidity of the muscles, but of the soft curves..."

He turned to face her, seeing her without her jacket and leaning towards him, looking at him. The light on her was perfect, a light golden that accented her face and hair. "Don't move!" He said, a little louder than he expected from his voice. He moved away, turning the easel to be facing away from her, pulling over his pain palette and sketching pencils. His hands were fast on the canvas, almost as though his speed would rip through it. But it held, and he was soon painting.

It was about 45 minutes later that he spun the easel around so she could see it. It was a wonder, the golden sunlight a light braze on her, almost as if to make her shimmer and give her a halo. "I think I have other ideas for drawings for other times."
 
Miss Baine almost jumped as he told her not to move, but she managed to remain perfectly still. She was used to having to keep her body perfectly still for extended periods of time, it was something she had to do when she was at art school, she had had her roommate draw her, though she had been naked then. She waited patiently for him to finish his work, though she had to wonder if it really was appropriate for Alexander to draw her. Oh well, she had offered to help him after all, and if drawing her helped her student blossom into a better artist, who was she to stop him?

After forty-five minutes had passed she felt her body start to quiver under the stress. She couldn't help but smile in relief as Alexander spun his easel around. The expression on her face changed from one of relief to that of wonder. The image on the canvas was astounding, a masterpiece. “Oh wow Alexander, that is...that is breathtaking. I knew that you had potential but this, this is truly astounding.” Miss Baine said, a surge of pride overwhelming her. "Alexander, I am really proud of you. If I wasn't your teacher I would hug you."

“Now if only if you could arrive on time and draw something like that.” The teacher said, her voice teasing. She turned around and started to pick up her jacket, leaving herself vulnerable for a split second. She really didn't think much of it. “Now then, is there anything else I can do to help you out?” The blond asked over her shoulder.
 
He watched her as her face lit up in bewilderment at his drawing, and his face shone at the compliment that she gave him. He nodded, moving the painting over to dry with the rest of them instead of taking it with him. He put his palette down, looking at her as he watched her start to get ready to leave. "Well... I do have one more idea for today... that is, if you don't mind. And I have other painting ideas, but... those are a little racey."

He blushed slightly at his words, turning away. "I mean, it wouldn't be for assignment, of course, it would just be extra practice. And you can hold onto them. I can change some of the features just in case, too." He blushed, but couldn't help but laugh slightly. "I can be late just to have work with a wonderful muse."
 
“Are you sure you should leave that here? I mean people may get the wrong idea about it. Though then again there really is nothing offensive or inappropriate about it...so I guess it will be alright. Now then, what is the other idea you have? Though, you should know right off the bat that I am really not allowed to have you do any racy pictures of me, not on school grounds, nor anywhere else really. I could lose my job for doing something like that, assignment or not.” Miss Baine said as she turned around to face him.

“If you want I could sign a permission slip to take a life drawing class at the college. I am sure that would benefit you even more. But I am truly honored that you think I am your muse, it is always a teachers goal to inspire their students. In my opinion even more so with art teachers.” The teacher said, pushing her hair out of her face.
 
His face got stormy at her words, but it wasn't even for a half second, so there was no way that she would have seen it. "That is quite alright." He said, a very slightly lower voice. "I won't need a college course this semester." He packed up his things and headed to the door. His voice got slightly louder, though softer, as he opened it. "See you tomorrow." He closed the door behind him, leaving her alone with her classroom.

He walked home, just thinking what he was going to do with her. But as he opened the door to his house, he came up with a ingenious idea. And he knew that it would work perfectly.
 
Miss Baine smiled to herself, he had seemed to take it quite well. Better then she expected at least. She finished packing up her stuff and cleaning the room before she headed out the door, out the school, and into the parking lot where her black car was parked. She fumbled through her purse as she searched for her keys, finding them she quickly unlocked the door and drove home and went to bed.

The next morning she got up, got ready for her class and drove back to the school. Her classes whizzed by in a flurry of giggling girls and boys. It was the last class of the day and she had just finished preparing for class and opened the door, waiting for the last class of students shuffle inside. She smiled at each of them as they took their seats and continued to talk.
 
The day for him had passed rather fast for him. He had showered earlier after hockey, and he was on time for art that day. He was rather quiet, working on finishing the painting for the two projects that he had done the day before. Things were going rather fast for him, and the paintings were done fast. Eventually, he doodled a Elf in the forest, like he usually did.

The bell rung for the end of class, and he was one of the last ones to leave, packing all his stuff up. Before leaving, he tossed a note onto Miss Baine's desk. It was a simple thing, his parents asking for her to come to dinner to talk about his grades, signed by them. The address was on there, so there wasn't much to discuss about it. By the time she had even opened it, he was gone.
 
The teacher smiled as Alexander arrived on time, that was certainly an improvement. She kept an eye on him through out the class, making sure that he was staying on task. She really was very impressed with him, he was doing well and managing to stay focused. Yesterday really must have helped him more then she thought. But then the bell rang and he dropped a note on her desk. Odd, most of her students wouldn't do something like that.

Miss Baine picked up the note in confusion, she didn't understand why his parents hadn't just called her but if they wanted her to come over for dinner then she might as well. She packed up her belongings quickly, cleaned up the usual mess that her students had left behind, and headed out the door to her car. The blond unlocked her car and drove to Alexander's house, she was a little early and she hoped that the parents wouldn't mind to badly. She stepped gracefully out of the car, walked to the door, and with one of her delicate hands she knocked and waited for one of his parents to open the door.
 
There was a knock at the door, and Alexander swore softly to himself as he was working on dinner. He knew who it was, since it would be the only person knocking on the door at that time. He put down the wooden stirring spoon, walking over to the door and opening it. "Miss Baine, you're early! Come on in!" He moved aside, letting her come in on her own before walking back towards the kitchen.

"The dining room is just down the hall and to the left." He called out as he cooked. For the moment, he was wearing a white chef's apron, to get nothing on is clothes as he cooked. "My parents are out at the moment, they said to start dinner without them if they aren't back in time. The food is best served the moment it is done, see?"
 
“Oh hello there Alexander, I hope that you don't mind to much about my early arrival.” The teacher said as she stepped inside and looked around. “You have quiet a lovely home, your friends must enjoy coming over here.” She said, trying to make small talk. Honestly she was a little nervous about being over at a students house without their parents being present. She watched him walk back toward where she assumed the kitchen was and let out a small sigh.

Miss Baine headed off to the dining room, hoping that his parents would arrive home soon so she could talk to them about his grade and hopefully squash any worries that they might have. She couldn't help but think that it was a little odd for them not to be over though, they had invited her after all. She soon reached the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs. “Um when do you expect your parents to be home Alexander?”
 
He was finishing up dinner in the kitchen, finishing the alfredo sauce for the noodles, mixing it together with the noodles before letting it simmer for a quick minute, getting hot enough as he got plates out. He grabbed silver trays to carry the stuff easier, before putting the alfredo dish on the two plates, getting glasses of water for them. She was in the dining room, out of eye sight.

He quickly went to the cupboard, pulling out the bottle he had stashed in it when he got home, before starting dinner. He got a spoon of it and put it on her dish, mixing it up well so it was undetectable. Odorless, scentless, and now mixed perfectly with the alfredo sauce, was a rather strong aphrodesiac. He carried the two trays into the dining room, giving her her meal and sitting opposite with his own. "You are a little early, so they won't be home for about 15 minutes, give or take a few depending on how early or late they get off."
 
“Oh, alright. At least its not a very long wait. Do you know why they wanted to talk to me about your grades though Alexander? I mean you are passing the class, so there shouldn't be a terrible worry. Plus you have improved greatly, so your grades should only increase. Why I bet you can get an A+ if you put your mind too it.” Miss Baine said calmly, a smile on her face. She really believed that he could get an A+, he was an amazing student after all, and someday she believed that he would become an even greater artist.

She looked down at the plate in front of her, her blond hair shifting from the movement. “Oh dear, silly me. I should put my hair up so it won't fall in the food. After all hair is not so tasty.” The art teacher said with a laugh as she got a hair tie out of her purse and put her gorgeous hair up in a ponytail, showing off her slender neck. After her hair was mostly out of the way, only a few strands were not in the ponytail, she picked up her fork and started to eat the pasta, a smile spreading on her pretty face. “This is good Alexander, did you cook it yourself?” She had no idea that there was an aphrodisiac in her food.
 
He shrugged at his teacher's question. "Probably because of lateness, thinking I didn't get the work in or something. They can be really picky about that sort of thing." He picked up and slowly started to eat, though he had her in the corner of his eye as he did. He heard her compliment, and he picked up his head, eyes beaming towards her. "You think so?" He asked softly. "I just followed the directions given, it wasn't hard."

He put his head back down and slowly ate in silence, listening for any word from her. He had no reason to speak up until then.
 
“You must give me the recipe sometime, this is delicious.” The teacher said as she continued to eat. “As for your classwork, I believe that you are all caught up on it, though if you want I can check again and make sure. The only real problem I have had with you is your tendency to be tardy.” Miss Baine stated, though she was trying to reassure him.

Suddenly, after five minutes had passed she dropped her fork and stopped eating. She was feeling a little odd, warm actually. The teacher felt all that warmth moving through out her beautiful body, it appeared to be headed in one direction. Her womanhood. Miss Baine felt her face grow warm as her cheeks turned red from blushing at the feeling. She started to squirm a little in the seat, trying to hide her obvious discomfort.
 
He sat there, slowly eating, biding his time as he watched her. Soon, he could see it, the blush on her cheeks, her squirming slightly. He could smell her arousal growing, and that was his que to start working on her. He lifted his head, looking over at her. "Miss Baine, are you alright?" He asked, in a slightly worried tone. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
 
Miss. Baine continued to squirm in her chair, not daring to look up at her student. “I-I am alright, jjust feeling a bit warm. I hope you ddon't mind but I am going to take off my jacket.” The woman said as she removed her coal-black jacket, revealing the red button up shirt that she was wearing underneath. She got up out of her chair and placed the jacket over the back of it before sitting back down. The art teacher was starting to feel aroused, but she did her best to hide those feelings from her pupil. “Wwhat time did you said your pparents were going to be here Alexander?”
 
He watched her take her coat off, showing the red shirt that accented her breasts perfect. "They'll be here in about 10 minutes." He took a few more bites before looking up at her again. "Are you sure you are ok?" He went back into the kitchen, getting a glass of water for her... but he put more of the aphrodisiac into it, stirring it in until nobody could see it. e went back into the dining room and handed it to her. "Drink this. It might help."
 
“Tten minutes you say, aalright. And I aam fine.” Miss Baine stammered out, taking deep breathes as she tried to control her body. She took the glass of water that Alexander brought back from the kitchen and started to slowly drink it, praying that it would help her calm her arousal down. It didn't. In fact it did the exact opposite, it made her arousal worse. Her breath started to come out in short, lust filled pants, she felt her nipples hardening underneath her bra, and her pussy becoming a little wet. But still she struggled to hide her growing arousal.
 
He watched her slowly drink the water, watched her slowly get 'worse,' and he decided to step in then. "Here, Miss Baine." He said softly, slowly helping her stand. "You must be ill. Let me take you to the bathroom." He wrapped a arm around her shoulder to hold her up, took her arm and put it around his shoulder, then slowly led her out of the dining room and down the hallway. "The bathroom is downstairs. Here." He opened the door for her, and slowly helped her down the stairs.

The basement was dark, hardly able to see anything. But Alexander knew where everything was, walking through it in the pitch dark just in case. She wouldn't see anything until it was too late. He moved her to the center of the room, a little before her eyes got use to the dark. He took her hands and lifted them above her body, handcuffing them up so she could hardly struggle. The basement was bare, except for what looked like a blind-type shield to hide stuff behind it. There were no windows, and there wasn't much light.
 
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