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Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin [irish_texan and Eliara]

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Aidan O'Connor sighs and runs his fingers through his short, dark hair. "High school sucks ass. When will I ever actually use Pre-Calc in real life?" he thinks to himself. He scribbles a few more lines onto the graph paper with his pencil and then groans in frustration.

"I'll finish this later," he says out loud to no one in particular, as he tosses the math book to the side and stands up. He had been sitting in the shade of a quaint little tree near the edge of the quad. Fourth period was a free period for him; he had a study hall but had managed to sneak out. He was trying to do his Pre-Calc homework, but at the moment it's proving too much for him.

He stands up to his full height and stretches, taking a deep breath of fresh air. The weather is pretty perfect, so he's comfortable with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his top button undone. He grabs his math book and shoves it in his backpack, deciding to take a walk.

He heads down the quad and slips around the corner of Building B, being careful not to be too obvious. Lunch wasn't for another forty minutes and he was supposed to be in study hall. He makes his way toward Building C, where his study hall is, hoping to slip back into the lecture hall unnoticed. That was one advantage of being at a huge school; study halls were held in large lecture halls and the proctoring teachers or teacher aides seldom called roll or noticed absences.

As he rounds the corner of the building and jogs up the steps to the door of Building C, he sees something that makes his stomach drop. Ms. Goodwin is walking down the hall in his direction. He shrugs to himself; at this point she'd probably already seen him. Anyway, she's his favorite teacher and probably wouldn't be as hard on him as Mr. Ruce or Coach Brody. Aidan braces himself for admonishment and pulls open the door to Building C, frantically trying to think of good excuses as he approaches Ms. Goodwin. He sees her looking at him and prepares to be in trouble, but finds it hard to even be upset by this as his eyes roamed over her gorgeous figure.

Aidan had a huge crush on Ms. Goodwin. She was by far the hottest teacher at Lakeview High, and every single guy agreed on that. But beyond that, Aidan felt like Ms. Goodwin liked him back; she always treated him fairly and sometimes he got the impression that she understood him more than other teachers did.

Aidan's thoughts are interrupted by Ms. Goodwin's voice, snapping him out of his daydream and back to reality.

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Hey by the way, would you mind bolding speech and italicizing thoughts? Still go ahead and use quotation marks, just also add the bold or italics.
It helps me keep track of dialogue better. Thanks!
 
RE: Private Tutoring with Ms. Goodwin

"Aidan?" Mrs. Goodwin says again, a little louder this time as she snaps her finger in front of his face. "What are you doing wandering the hall, don't you have some place to be?" She asks him, and already knowing the answer she expected him to respond in the correct manner but also knowing high school kids nothing at this point would surprise her anymore, except Aidan of course.

In every manner of who he was Aidan had surprised her, since his freshman year the high school student was different than everyone else around him. "He knows better than this, why is he out of study hall? And I'm more than positive he and I have talked about this a few times in the past." Mrs. Goodwin thinks to herself, placing a hand on her hip and waving the paperwork in her other hand at him. "You know you can't be doing this, how many times have I caught you out of study hall?" She asks, keeping her voice down so that she doesn't disturb other teachers or studying students.
 
Aidan starts slightly as Ms. Goodwin snaps her fingers, jumping out of his reverie. He clicks his tongue a few times as he looks around the hallway, not quite sure how to answer.

For some reason, whenever Ms. Goodwin reprimanded him, he actually felt bad. He hated disappointing her. She was always so fair with him, sometimes even more lenient than she should be. He couldn't stand the feeling that he had betrayed her trust. With other teachers he tended to get defensive, knowing that they considered him a troublemaker. Ms. Goodwin was the only one whom Aidan felt wasn't out to get him. He didn't mind being the kid who was always getting in trouble, but when Ms. Goodwin was involved, he didn't like it so much.

"Sorry, Ms. Goodwin," he says with a sigh, staring intently at his shoelaces. "It was really nice outside and I didn't want to be in that stuffy study hall. I don't have a good excuse so I won't try to give you one." He looks up from the ground and holds eye contact with his beautiful teacher, watching her face for a reaction. His dark blue eyes search hers for some kind of sympathy.
 
Shaking her head she had expected this from some other students but not Aidan. "I realize it's nice outside, I get it. But you do know that while you're here someone is responsible for you?" she kept her hand on her hip and knew that with Aidan he would listen to what she was telling him. "Did you at least manage to get work done since you wanted to do your own thing?" Mrs. Goodwin asks him, motioning to his backpack.

Mrs. Goodwin had always appreciated having Aidan in her healthcare classes though. He caught onto the work quickly and turned his work in well ahead of time, he was even open to helping her out and often she would have him help the student in her class that may be struggling. "And he had a way about him, something quiet, dark, and just waiting." She thought to herself.
 
"Yeah I did! I started my pre-cal homework." Aidan looks up at the woman in front of him, hoping for her approval. The way she leaves her hand on her hip so nonchalantly is incredibly distracting to Aidan. "Everything about this woman is perfect," he thinks to himself, appreciating her voluptuous curves and effortless sensuality.

"But I got stuck on it. I know you don't teach math but do you think you could try to help me out?" he asks with a cheeky smile, knowing what her answer will be. He loved asking Ms. Goodwin for favors, and he loved it even more that she was always willing to help him out. There's a twinkle in his eye as he awaits her response, a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
 
"You're going to smile and joke around now?" She asks him. Pointing to a door near the end of the long hall. "Mr. Jones is off this period, and he's a math teacher. If you have a health question or class then I'd be more than happy to help." Mrs. Goodwin says to him, she was making it apparent that he wasn't going to get off easy this time.

"That and I suck at math." The teacher thinks to herself, keeping her eyes on Aidan. "I would think at this point you'd be heading towards the math help, or back to your study hall." Mrs. Goodwin tells Aidan.
 
Aidan is disappointed but not discouraged. Without missing a beat, he responds, "I could probably come up with some questions about health class." Hoping to break down her defenses with his audacious flirting, he flashes her another roguish smile.

He knew that she knew this was bullshit. He excelled in health class and rarely needed help, but he would much rather spend the next half hour until lunch in Ms. Goodwin's office than in a boring study hall room.
 
Rolling her eyes Mrs. Goodwin pointed towards the study hall. "In. Now." She says firmly. With everything happening in the world in these times the last thing she needed was some people talking about her and Aidan, she did like him and even considered what may be if he wasn't her student. "And I suggest you save your questions for when your in class." Mrs. Goodwin stated firmly and with no wiggle room, she wasn't about to let him slide and get away by using her as a shield.

"You can come see me afterwards, we should probably talk about your recent activities and temper." Mrs. Goodwin says, holding the door and waiting for him to start moving.
 
Aidan sighs and tries to look apologetic. He slips into the lecture hall and finds a seat near the back. He pulls out his math book and tries to do some homework, but Ms. Goodwin occupies his thoughts.

Soon the bell rings for lunch and Aidan is the first one out of the lecture hall. He makes his way to the cafeteria, lost in thought. He quickly forgets all about his interaction with Ms. Goodwin, as other more immediate issues fill his high school mind.

He eats lunch, laughing and joking with his friends, talking about sports and the latest episodes of Game of Thrones. By the time sixth period rolls around, Aidan is back to thinking about Ms. Goodwin again. He watches the clock, counting down the minutes until English Class is over and he can go to Health Class for seventh period.
 
Mrs. Goodwin had finished with Aidan and moved to finish the last bit of paperwork she needed to do before lunch was over. Eating a salad she had her forehead in her hand working through lunch to finish her lesson plan and grade a number of papers. Aidan had drifted into her mind from time to time, being human she knew her own feelings and saving her job she knew better than go persue a student, "But he is attractive..." The thought entered her mind.

"And he is also a child still." The little voice on the other side said, the two parts of her ethical and subconcious mind fighting it out over her feelings.
 
The bell finally rings and sixth period ends; Aidan is once again the first one out the door. He wastes little time in making his way to Health class, and arrives a couple minutes early. He sits near the window, in the second row back. He doesn't say anything to Ms. Goodwin as she grades her papers, but he watches her unashamedly while she does.

The other students trickle in and soon the classroom is full. The bell rings again, signalling the beginning of seventh period. For a few moments, Ms. Goodwin continues to grade papers as quiet whispers float through the room, the sounds of students trying to finish their hallway conversations before the teacher decides to begin class.
 
Mrs. Goodwin stacks the papers once the bell rings and slips them into a drawer. "Okay class, can everyone pass the homework due to the front?" She says to the orchestra of groans that follow through the class, which is what she expected. Most of her classes she enjoyed and this was one of them. "So today we are covering anatomy and physiology..."

And with that the class drug on until the end. When the bell started to ring signaling to the students happiness that the day had indeed ended. "Hey before you all go, make sure you know what chapter is for homework!" Mrs. Goodwin calls out, the students putting some of their books away, and getting ready to leave for the day.
 
Aidan takes his time packing his bag, all the while stealing glances at Ms. Goodwin as she stacks and organizes the classes' homework. Very quickly, the rest of the students disperse and they are the last two in the room. Aidan slowly finishes packing his bag.

He wants to say something but doesn't know what to say. Sure, he's extroverted and has a magnetic personality, but he's still in high school. He isn't entirely confident in the whole "talking to girls" realm, even if he comes across that way. And Ms. Goodwin isn't even a girl; she's his teacher. There's still that adult to child dynamic between the two of them, even if it gets flirty sometimes.

He pauses for a moment, but then shuts his mouth and makes to head toward the door, disappointed that he couldn't think of a question to ask her and confused as to why he's disappointed.
 
"Aidan." Mrs. Goodwin says, leaning her hip against the side of her wooden desk. "You didn't turn your homework in." Fingering through the paperwork to double check. "What's gotten into you lately? You've been a bit... different than usual." She says the stack of papers down and looking towards him.

"It may be something other teachers didn't notice, but I sure did when my students were having issues." She thinks to herself.
 
"Well, to be honest, I didn't really get it," Aidan admits, slightly embarrassed; he usually does quite well in Health class. But the assignment had been a tricky one. He hadn't wanted to bring it up because the subject material was kind of awkward. He figured he'd just ask his dad later.

"I thought I had this class down pat but it's getting harder as the year goes on," he says.

His eyes dart to Ms. Goodwin's curvy hip pressed against the desk. He thinks for a moment that he caught a glimpse of the outline of her underwear through her skirt but he doesn't want to check again to make sure, in case she sees him looking. He forces himself to maintain eye contact with her.

He pulls the half-completed assignment out of his back pack and walks over to her desk.
 
"Is there something you wanted to ask about the assignment?" Asking him while she motions to her desk. "You're more than welcome to ask me." Mrs. Goodwin says to him. "But if you are more comfortable talking to your father than by all means go for it." She says, offering him a smile.

She had a sneaking suspicion which part of the homework he had been nervous to ask about, and which sort of part the father would be able to help him with.
 
"I mean," Aidan begins uncertainly. "It's more just a general lack of understanding of the chapter. It's kind of complicated, the way it all works. Could you just give me, like, a brief summary and explanation of the chapter material?"

He feels a blush coming to his cheeks and concentrates firmly on making it go away, which of course only makes it more noticeable. He clears his throat and looks out the window, pretending to be intently interested something outside.

Glancing back at Ms. Goodwin, he adds, "Eighth period is football practice and Coach is fine with me missing a practice a week if I'm in tutoring. He says that we need to keep our grades up and he knows that I already know all the plays well enough. So he says if missing one practice a week keeps my grades good enough to keep me on the team, then it's worth it."

Aidan waits for her response, simultaneously excited and nervous to possibly spend an hour alone with her. He legitimately feels awkward about the chapter in question, but is willing to put up with it to satisfy the curiosity and excitement building in the pit of his stomach.
 
"So you need the material covered more in depth?" She asks him, taking a seat behind her desk and clearing a spot. "Pull up a chair we can talk it through." Mrs. Goodwin says, opening her version of the book and flipping to the chapter in question.

"Alroght so I know it all can be confusing, especially when it comes to anatomy and how everything works." She says, the teacher had been doing this for years and these sorts of things didn't much make her nervous anymore. "May I ask if there was one particular part?" Mrs. Goodwin asks, looking across her desk to Aidan.
 
"Well... the reproductive system I guess," Aidan says with slight discomfort. "I mean, I know how sex works," he adds, almost a little too defensively.

He looks down at his assignment and mumbles, "But the part that happens on the inside is confusing. Everything that happens after sex that makes a baby."

He looks up at Ms. Goodwin, determined not to be embarrassed about this. "The sperm and the egg, and the Fallopian tubes and the uterus... and the cells dividing, or multiplying or whatever... and all that stuff." His eyes flit involuntarily to her cleavage but he quickly looks away, hoping she didn't notice.
 
"So you're wondering about the whole system then." Mrs. Goodwin says, pointing to the first part of a chapter. "Well we can start here, so during sex these are the different things happening in both the man's body and the womans." She says, her eyes moving from the book to Aidan and back down as she explains.

"Once the man ejaculates into the woman, the next part is the fertilization of the womans egg. And once that happens she is technically considered pregnant." Mrs. Goodwin explains.pointing to and explaining some more parts of the process.

"Do you have any questions up to this point?" She asks him, "wonder what he is thinking, I bet it's me and that's why he is so shy today." She thinks to herself.
 
As soon as Ms. Goodwin starts talking about sex, Aidan feels a twitch in his pants. "Damn it, not right now," he thinks to himself. Being a teenager, his hormones are at full tilt basically constantly. The slightest innuendo or sexual thought is capable of giving him, for lack of a better term, a raging boner. Even at the most inconvenient times.

Aidan scoots closer to Ms. Goodwin, readjusting his sitting position so that his crotch is under the desk, out of Ms. Goodwin's view; but he feels his knee brush hers and that only makes the problem worse. He can feel himself growing with each passing second. "Think about something dumb," he tells himself. "Fuckin sea lions or airplanes or some shit." His face grows red as he stares intently at the science textbook, trying to distract himself.

Ever since Health class had entered the module on reproductive anatomy, his grades had been slipping. He couldn't concentrate at all hearing Ms. Goodwin say words like "ejaculate" or "vagina". Every time he does his homework he can only think about Ms. Goodwin and what it would be like to experience these things with her. He had always done well in this class, but with these last few chapters, it had just been too much for him.

He clears his throat and replies, "Uh, nope, no questions so far. I think I get that part. It's more like the sciency part of it, like how fertilization works. Where does the egg start off, and how does the sperm get there?"
 
Turning to a few different pages, she makes sure to show the different parts of what he was asking. "Its not to difficult to understand once you kind of get the basics." Mrs. Goodwin stated. Smiling at Aidan.

"Curious, I wonder what Aidan looks like..." she thinks. As she explains the ins and outs of reproduction to the teenager, and she had to admit that it was sort of a turn on. All the talk of insertions and cumming made her think more of Aidan.
 
Ms. Goodwin smiling at him with that gorgeous smile while she described how sex worked was all it took to get Aidan to full mast.

"Ok, I think I understand it a little better now," he says, frantically trying to come up with another question so that he won't have to stand up. He wracks his brain but Ms. Goodwin is too distracting, so he sits for a moment, faking a frown of concentration, pretending to think about the content in his science book. He scribbles the last few answers onto his homework assignment and pushes it across the desk to Ms. Goodwin.

He waits, hoping that his boner will go away before she breaks the silence.
 
"So that's pretty easy, right?" Mrs. Goodwin says with a smile, standing to grab some papers from a table and bringing them back to her desk. "Someone was watching you today." She tells Aidan. "Valerie Rodriguez couldn't keep her eyes off you today. You should try to speak to her." Mrs. Goodwin suggests to him.
 
"Yeah, easy," responds Aidan with a half laugh. Her next words take him somewhat by surprise.

"Valerie's kind of cute," he responds slowly, not sure how to proceed with this conversation. "Not sure if she's my type though. She seems kind of young and immature."

Aidan looks up at Ms. Goodwin. He gives a sort of half smile and then looks back at his science book.
 
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