Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

[Scathelocke]

Air was slowly inhaled through his nose as she ran her foot along his leg, and Mark closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. “I’ll keep that in mind . . . ma’am,” he replied, smiling again at his tease, unaware that he would later be referring to her like that seriously.

Mark soon finished his burger, wiping his mouth as Talia presented her cleavage again, and licked his lips under the guise of cleaning off the bit of ketchup that lingered. “I’ll keep that in mind, but relationships are more complicated than you realize, Talia,” he said, leaning back and drinking more of his milkshake, trying not to get visibly excited at knowing where she would be tomorrow.

The man continued to drink both his shake and his beer, one by one. The drink wasn’t anywhere near enough to get him buzzed, but it did relax him a bit. “There you go. Just keep Paris in mind, and you’ll be there soon enough,” he assured, ignoring the intrusive thought of making such a weird and inappropriate promise to take Talia with him.

“Mm, no,” he answered when she asked him of his plans, “I still have papers to grade. In fact, I should actually be at home right now, getting it all out of the way. But . . . I like this better.” The confession was unlike him, and speaking in such a way wasn’t something he could blame on the beer; it was just how he felt. To have someone that agreed with how he was feeling and wanted, to enjoy sitting with a beautiful, intelligent girl that just so happened to be his student.

“Oh, you were going to call your mother, right? You want to go do that, and I’ll pick up the check?” he inquired with a grateful smile that she would spend time with him like this.

 

[Madam Mim]

Talia shivered a little when he called her ma'am, but hid it under the guise of being made cold by the milkshake. Her nipples were hard enough it sold the idea of just being cold. But she hadn't expected to hear that word in his voice for some time yet, so it came as a pleasant preview of things yet to come.

"I know," she sighed when he mentioned that relationships were complicated. "But a person who loves you will try their best to make sure you're happy, won't they?" Still she let the topic change and laughed when he told her to keep dreaming of Paris. "Maybe if I wish hard enough you'll whisk me off with you and we can both leave this place, huh?" she half-joked. It was more acceptable, after all, for her to make supposedly innocent comments where it could be assumed that she didn't fully grasp how inappropriate they were.

When he admitted to liking this better than being at home a slow, genuine grin spread across her features. "I like it too," she admitted, sliding her foot up his leg again. "Way better than doing homework."

At Mark's prompting, Talia went to the counter and asked to borrow the phone. She pretended to dial and held a one-sided conversation with the dial tone before hanging up and returning to the table.

"Mom said she'll be home in like ten minutes," she said, not wanting to push her luck and push him into too much too soon. "If you could give me a ride back to my house, the door should be open. I really appreciate all this, Mr. Hadleigh. You've been so nice to me." She smiled and reached over to squeeze his shoulder briefly.

With the bill paid, Mark escorted her back out to the car and she took the opportunity to press against him again. On the ride home her knees were once again forced apart by her backpack. In the driveway she smiled at him again.

"Thanks again for everything, Mr. H. I really appreciate it." She gave him the awkward half side hug a more appropriate student would have given, then ran out of the car to the front door, which had been open the whole time. Mark was left alone in the car with the hidden Polaroid for his later discovery, the site of her soaked profile right before stepping into the house, and ghost of her perfume.

 

[Scathelocke]

The thought of ravishing Talia in an alleyway of Paris rushed through his mind as her foot ran up his leg again, nipple in his mouth and cock in her tight, wet pussy . . . It left a hard, wanting erection in his pants for her that wouldn’t go away so easily. “Haha, perhaps one day,” he joked uneasily, trying to ignore the same daydream but with a lewd twist.

As she went to call her mother, Mark waited for the waitress and paid for their food, quirking his eyebrow at her dirty look before Talia came back. “Okay, good. If we leave now, we should make it back just in time for your mother,” he replied, standing up and walking out with her. After he had grabbed the umbrella and went outside, the young girl standing so very close to him, he couldn’t resist the opportunity slip his free hand down to the small of her slender, damp back, gently pressing her close to him as his cock tried not to rage within his slacks.

Soon after they arrived at her home, where Talia had given him a hug and thanked him. Mark’s touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, groping fingers gliding along her slim waist before she got out. “You’re welcome, Talia. Anytime,” he promised, waving at her and pulling out of the driveway, going back home finally. Fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he smelled her perfume, unable to get her off of his mind.

Once at his house, Mark greeted his wife with a small, distracted kiss before he went to work on grading the papers in his office. Setting his bag on the table, he emptied out his bag onto the tabletop, where an unfamiliar photo slipped out of Talia, and his heartbeat rose through his roof as he looked at it. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, a hand reaching down to touch his crotch. Dammit, he was still hard as a rock.

He had forgotten all about the papers that night, and even refused sex from Emily when she asked, waiting for her to go to sleep until he took out the picture and began masturbating furiously to it. However, this time, he took his time, stopping every moment he was close and denying the orgasm, feeling his body tense up and unable to get relief. A while later, he allowed himself the climax, making a thick mess all over his chest before he cleaned up and went to sleep for the next day.

 

[Madam Mim]

He was imagining her, Talia knew that much. When Mark had held her against him with the excuse of keeping them both under the umbrella she had felt his raging hard-on press against her hip, and his hand at her waist had lingered far too long to be appropriate. She had him. She just needed to make him want her enough to risk everything for her. She needed him to want her so badly that he would voluntarily make himself entirely hers to do with as she pleased.

A day at the library would certainly help that along. The following day Talia was at the library at noon, as promised. She waited by a window with a good view of the parking lot, pretending to read until she saw Mr. Hadleigh's car pull in. Once he got out of the car, she counted to thirty to give him enough time to get most of the way to the door before approaching the information desk. The assistant librarian had been eyeing her practically since the second she'd hit puberty, and for the past six months had been supplying her steadily with Hustler and Playgirl magazines in exchange for disciplinary action a few times a month. He was a cute little side project, but Talia was looking for something more involved, something she wouldn't mind investing her time and energy into.

"Have you been a good boy, Teddy?" she asked with a coy smile, leaning against the counter.

He grinned brightly back. "I always am, Miss Dean." He was never allowed to call her Talia under any circumstances. There was still a bandage around his hand from when she had stepped on it with a sharp high heel for having the audacity to do just that. She got a feeling, however, that she had given him precisely what he wanted. "What can I do for you today?" Teddy leaned on the counter as well, bringing them very close together. The librarian wasn't subtle about where he let his eyes wander, but she didn't reprimand him this time. She couldn't expect him to be on his best behavior all of the time, and her sweater was meant to be distracting.

"I was wondering if you could help me out," she said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mark hovering and pretended as though he was being successful at sneaking around. "I've got a report due on Wednesday about nineteenth century literary feminist icons. Got any suggestions?"

"Ah! I know just the thing!" Teddy grabbed a slip of paper and wrote down two call numbers and handed them to her. "This ought to help you out quite a bit, I think."

Talia took the slip of paper and smiled again. "Thank you so much, Teddy. You're always such a big help!"

With a look at the call numbers she headed upstairs to the fourth floor and back toward the dusty stacks. Each weekend Teddy would hide a magazine for her in the back of the library, in sections not often frequented, and gave her the call numbers of the books he had hidden them in. Sometimes she allowed him to accompany her, but usually his reward came after his weekend shift, when she could meet him at his apartment where they wouldn't be disturbed. Talia took the stairs quickly enough that Mark could follow at a distance, but not so quickly that she would lose him in the stream of people going up and down the stairs. Once she had reached the appropriate section, she allowed him to watch her take out a few books and skim them as though Teddy had suggested them, before putting it away and taking up another one. Finally she grabbed up the first book he had written down and gasped quietly when a Hustler magazine fell out of it. Talia looked around nervously, then nudged it aside with her toe as though she would be incriminated if she so much as touched it before moving on to the next book. She glanced back at the magazine on the ground, then shook her head as though warring with herself internally. When she opened the next book, a Playgirl joined the Hustler on the floor.

Putting the book away, Talia glanced around furtively to make sure no one was watching. Mark was the only one around, of course, but she pretended not to know where he was hiding, either, before scooping up the magazines and taking them back to a reading area she wasn't certain anyone ever used. With another look around she settled back in one of the chairs where Mark would get a good view of her flipping through the Hustler bondage magazine, her eyes lingering over certain pictures and biting her lip at others. Slowly she sneaked the zipper of her tight jeans down and slipped her hand in. With her free hand she kept flipping, glancing around every now and then as though to ensure that no one was there but in reality to ensure that Mark was still watching. At a particular picture she set the magazine down so that if he were at the right angle Mark might be able to make it out from a distance. The thought of him looking at her so lovingly, so worshipfully, as the pretty pet in the picture, kneeling at her feet and tending to her every need pulled a quiet groan from her throat.

"Mr. Hadleigh..." she murmured quietly, biting her lip as she came close. Her voice was only loud enough to carry to him, not enough to attract attention from other parts of the library. "Mmmm Mark...oh Mark!" Talia gasped as she came, clenching from head to toe then slowly relaxing. With another glance around she pulled her hand from her pants, which had still allowed him to see nothing of her actual bare form, and sucked gently on her first two fingers while she flipped through the Playgirl.

 

[Scathelocke]

The next morning had been hellish for Mark. He was attempting to decide on what to do today, and the prospect of going to the library to see Talia again made him anxious. He internally fought with himself over breakfast, trying to convince himself that it was all right before he “won”.

As he walked towards the door, he called out, “Going to the library to pick up some books! Love you!” Mark said it with barely anytime to hear his wife respond, and quickly got into his car to drive off. He was almost late.

With a painful stirring of his cock as he arrived at the library, the man tried to seem casual and relaxed. It was a relatively quiet day for the building, with not many people going in or out, but Mark saw her immediately at the front desk. He shifted around to gaze at the new releases fiction books, carefully keeping his eyes on his student. Fuck, she looked amazing, and that sweater too. He wondered what she was speaking to the young man for, feeling a slight bubbling of jealousy before she thanked him and went upstairs.


The older man followed after her, still debating about how wrong this was to stalk his young student like this, but watching her from afar was too good to pass up. It sent a thrill tingling down his spine as Talia slipped into the back area of the fourth floor, where it was practically deserted. Mark positioned himself a few aisles away between a collection of books that let him watch what she was doing. The stirring only got more strenuous while naughty magazines fell out of the books she picked up, but he was further caught off guard as she picked them up and carried them to the empty reading lounge nearby. “What’s she doing . . . ?” he muttered, moving a couple aisles closer, getting down to a crouch so he could watch.

Talia began to flip through the magazines, and before long did something that shocked him: she was masturbating. The erection in his pants became immediate painful as he watched her play with herself, and couldn’t resist massaging the thick tent as she started to moan his name. “Holy shit . . . !” he exclaimed softly, rubbing more vigorously as he saw the picture she was fantasizing about. Being the loving older teacher that he was, he assumed that she was imagining herself as the girl on the floor, affectionately obeying her Master while he played with her.

‘Fuck, I didn’t know what a naughty girl she was . . . She wants me, and I want her,’ he thought.

Without thinking, Mark stood up and walked a bit closer, subconsciously, unzipping his pants and fishing out his thick, hot cock. The fact that he was doing this in a public area was barely on his mind as he snuck closer, gripping the fat cock in Talia’s direction, slowly stroking the hard shaft with nimble fingers, making the engorged head leak in a bead of pre-cum. But as she came, Mark snapped out of it and panicked, stuffing it away as continued to watch her silently.

 

[Madam Mim]

While she flipped idly through the Playgirl Talia idly played with her breasts but kept her jeans zipped. When she was done she put the magazines back, glancing around as though afraid someone would catch her. Really, most of the time she kept whatever Teddy brought her. Usually she found they contained good ideas and were often his wish lists for their rendezvous. Why he couldn't find a woman his own age to fuck his ass and call him a slut, she didn't know but she wasn't complaining. He'd had several girlfriends and dates since she'd finally showed up at his door in nothing but a long coat, but none of them had cared as little as she did about his discomfort. Sometimes, when she was in a mood, she ignored the safe word and he would wind up cumming harder and thanking her for being sufficiently disdainful of his weakness.

Today, however, she replaced the magazines so that Mr. Hadleigh might think that she didn't make it a habit of looking at skin mags and touching herself in public. He needed to think he was the exception, that he alone aroused this innocent little girl so badly that she couldn't wait until she was somewhere more private. She did want him badly, of course, but more for the conquest and complete control over another life. Several of the men she saw risked everything for their illicit affair with a girl who was barely driving age, but she wanted more. She wanted him to be completely consumed with her, unable to eat or sleep unless she gave him permission to. She wanted utter devotion to her and her alone.

Once she had put the magazines back she wandered the fourth floor a bit before heading down to the third. That, she knew, was where the ancient civilizations section was; it would give Mark an excuse to be there apart from intentionally trying to run into her. After wandering this section for five or so minutes, she finally acknowledged him. Talia peeked several times through the bookshelves as though she didn't know her history teacher had been following her for the past hour.

"Mr. Hadleigh?" she asked uncertainly before stepping to the end of the aisle and walking to meet him with a sweet smile. "Funny running into you here! Getting some books for class?" She gestured to the aisle he'd picked, which she knew was Mesopotamia and pre-Confucian China but she'd allow him to play it off. "Hey um, have you had lunch?" she asked, glancing at her watch. "If you haven't, there's a coffee shop next door. They've got sandwiches and pastries and stuff too." A second date in as many days would be a good sign that he would be ready soon, but she did have some class; Talia rarely fucked before the third date.