Love Thy Neighbor [BC x Frogger]

Jason Williams was a sixteen year old high school sophomore who spent most of his time practicing for football or hanging out with his friends. It wasn’t often that a sophomore started for the varsity team, but he was his school’s starting quarterback due to his dedication to running and lifting to stay in shape.

Due to his exercise he had a lean, muscular build. He kept his light brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones. His biceps would give a nice bulge from his shirt while his athletic thighs would fill out any pair of pants.

As of recent his grades had been slipping, a side effect of him spending too much time working out and practicing rather than studying. His mother had threatened to pull him from football if he didn’t get his grades up. He had few options, but the best one was to employ the help of the new teacher in school that lived only a few streets away from him. She had been welcoming to the idea, if anything even a bit excited.

It was a Friday evening and the first night he was scheduled to come over for tutoring. After dinner he made the quick run over to her hone, ringing the doorbell as he stood there waiting in a tight dark green t-shirt that cling to him and a pair of blue jeans.

RE: His New Teacher [BC x Frogger]

Elaine Nowak may not be as young as she used to be, but she’s young in retrospect. It requires five years to complete a bachelor’s degree in the specific subject one will be teaching at, after all. It helps that she graduated ahead of her time, having skipped two grades in middle school. Not only that, but she was diligent, and had taken on… five classes per semester, instead of the recommended four.

A beauty in her own right, Elaine looks good, downright sexy for a woman in her thirties. Her hair is dark brown, long and slightly curly, and her eyes are of a deep green. Elaine likes outdoor activities, but her career demands she spends more time in than out, and so she leans more towards pale than tan, her skin an ivory tone. In other words, her hips are a little wide, but she is still curvy, still tall and lean. Her breasts are quite perky too, or so she likes to think.

Far as she can tell, she is a good teacher. None of her students are failing, but not all are succeeding as she’d like, however, that is to be expected. Math is not everyone’s subject. Elaine was grading papers in the living room, so that she may have the weekend to herself, when the doorbell rang. “Hm? Oh, that’s right,” Elaine murmured to herself, taking off her reading glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m going to be tutoring the Williams boy.”

How did she forget? Then again, it has been a long week. Elaine rose from her place on the couch, a hand going through her hair as she went to answer the door. It’s a good thing she didn’t change into her pajamas early, like she planned to… otherwise this might be awkward. In a pair of dark blue jeans that left little to the imagination and a blue blouse that dips rather low, she is… decent. Elaine opened the door, giving him a polite smile while stepping off to the side. “Jason. Come in. How are you doing today?”

Like most of the boys in his school, Jason was all too familiar with the image of Ms. Nowak, it was fairly agreed upon that she was the most beautiful teacher in school. Being just in her thirties and unmarried she was every boy’s dream, a busty, cheerful, helpful teacher who never seemed to hesitate when asked for her assistance. This is why it was so easy for her to agree to helping Jason.

She wasn’t going to be getting anything extra from tutoring him in algebra, at least not that they’d agreed upon. She lived only a few blocks away from him and when he had approached her about it she was more than welcoming, offering for them to start that Friday night. This Friday night, which he found her answering the door for him.

His eyes glanced her up and down quickly, getting caught for a brief moment on her low cut blouse, a bit of cleavage exposed to the cool air. “Ms. Nowak, thank you. I’m doing great. And yourself?” He asked as he stepped inside, his book bag on his shoulder with his textbooks inside. “I really hope you don’t mind this too much. I know tutoring probably isn’t at the top of your list of how to spend a Friday night.”

“I’m doing fine,” Elaine replied, in a diplomatic sort of tone reserved for her students. A small smile did tug at the corners of her lips, though, and her eyes sparkled like a pair of emeralds. “Thank you for asking. And… unfortunately, I didn’t have any plans for tonight, aside from grading papers. I’m going to give you one of two options,” she continued on, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, one hand on her hip, the other raised.

A finger lifted. “I am already set up in the living room, so we can either start your tutoring there… or we can move into the kitchen. I have no preference, myself. I thought I should at least be courteous enough to extend the choice.” Elaine flashed him a cheeky grin and a playful wink, already turning away from him to head towards the living room.

Her home may be small, but it is warm, cozy. Her furniture is not meant to be stuffy, but welcoming to any guests she invites inside. Elaine went to kneel next to the small coffee table set in front of her coffee, gathering the papers together into a neat pile. “Now, then,” she spoke up, rising back up onto her feet and offering him a smile. “Where would you like to take this?” Elaine tilted her head, waiting for his answer.

This was Jason’s first time being welcomed into a teacher’s home, Ms. Nowak being kind and courteous as she kept her professional tone at first as she welcomed him inside. Though her voice was professional her eyes were more at ease than he’d seen them in the hallways of the school. Then again she was in her own home, even if she was still in the presence of a student it was still her domain, only now there weren’t hundreds of other people to focus on and interact with. No, just each other.

As she explained that she was already set up in the living room she offered him a cheeky grin and a playful wink, putting him at ease after coming in slightly tense due to the nature of the visit. She led him into the living room where she was already set up, he saw a comfortable sofa, a good coffee table, and her cup of coffee sitting there and ready to enjoy.

“Actually I think the living room would be great. I’d rather be comfortable, kitchen tables are never good for studying to me.” He said as he placed his bag down beside where her things were set up, pulling out his notebooks and sitting them beside her things before taking a seat on the couch. “Thanks again for doing this, I can’t tell you how much you’re saving me with this.” He told her as he took a quick glance at her breasts, eye level with them now that he was sitting as she stood.

Elaine paused in rising from the coffee table, bits and pieces of dark hair escaping the ponytail that contains the rest. “Oh. Really? Huh. Okay, that’s fine,” she replied, again giving a nonchalant shrug. “I’d prefer to be comfortable, myself. Come. Take a seat.” Elaine went to kneel by the table, her eyes falling on the notebooks he’s pulled out. “Oh, and it’s no problem. I don’t mind,” she told him, offering a small smile. “It’s not often a student asks me for tutoring lessons… especially when the student isn’t attending one of my classes.”

A low, throaty chuckle slipped free. Elaine didn’t notice him glancing at her breasts, or how there is very little space between them, since the table is small. “Now… what exactly are you working on right now?” she asked, in that polite tone she reserves for her students. “What are you having trouble with?” Elaine spread out her own papers, quite a few red marks on one or two.

“I swear,” she said on a sigh, shaking her head. “I need to try and bring him in for extra tutoring,” Elaine told him as way of explanation. A hand lifted to tuck a few wayward pieces of hair behind an ear. A roll of the shoulders caused her breasts to bounce a little, despite the bra she has on. “Maybe I should offer it, at school. After classes.” It’s an idea, but she has to have time to grade papers, to make lesson plans… anything and everything. Elaine smiled and twisted towards him, pushing the thought aside. “Alright. Now. What chapter are you in?”

Jason couldn’t help but watch Ms. Nowak as he settled down beside her, there was barely any distance betweenthem as they both used the coffee table as a desk of sorts. She reiterated that tutoring him wasn’t a hassle and that she was happy to help. Surely she’d rather be finishing her grading so she could enjoy her weekend, but she certainly didn’t make any deal out of it.

When that low, throaty chuckle slipped free his teenage mind couldn’t help but focus on it, the sound was more like something he’d heard from a woman laughing at a joke in a porno than anything he’d heard in regular communication. Ms. Nowak has a certain sultriness within every word and action she made.

She had laid out a few questions about his lessons while trying to excuse the papers left out that she’d been grading, mentioning one of her students that would likely need tutoring. “I’m sure group sessions would help too, but students like me tend to do better one on one. I know it takes extra time and dedication, but I’m sure the time with you will pay off.” He said as he opened his textbook to chapter thirteen and found his last page of notes. “Chapter thirteen, polynomials and parabolas. I just don’t get what any of it means or why we’re learning it.”

“Ah, polynomials: the bane of my existence, back in the day.” Elaine lifted a hand in order to pull the rubber band out of her hair, to gather it all up off the back of her neck to create a new one. “I used to hate polynomials. I will say this much… and I really hate to put it this way, but the only reason you need to learn this is… if you plan on building roller coasters for a living, or something along those lines.”

Taking a look at his textbook, Elaine released a long, aggrieved sort of sigh. “Either that, or cost analyses… but it is very boring, and I doubt you are interested in anything that involves such…” Elaine decided to leave it at that, and instead brushed the whole conversation aside. Her eyes came to rest on the long line of problems he has to solve, the curved graphs that looks like… well, like evil incarnate.

“How about we start from the beginning?” she offered. “It is just easier, since you, and I quote: ‘don’t get what any of it means’.” Elaine flashed him a playful little smile. “Now, a polynomial can have constants, variables and exponents. All these can be combined, using addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Do you know how to do that?” she asked, not to be demeaning, but so she can understand how much he knows of the subject.

Jason was glad to hear her treating him like an actual person instead of just a student. She didn’t seem to mind being real with him, explaining the few applications of polynomials outside of a math classroom while pulling her gorgeous hair into a new ponytail. As she did so he felt a whip of air from her hair, smelling delightfully of her shampoo.

“Well I’ve been thinking about business, so if they have to do with cost analyses they might be worth learning.” He said With a laugh as she talked about how little she cared for the problems. It was refreshing to hear a math teacher harping in a seemingly useless portion of math.

He nodded as she asked what he knew for clarification’s sake. “Yes, yes. I know all the basics. It’s just putting it all together to solve these equations. I have the quadratic equation memorized and all, but I just don’t get what to do with it.” He said as she opened his chapter to the beginning, his eyes taking another quick glance at her body. “Besides, these polynomial curves...I can’t say they’re my favorite curves to look at.”

For the time being, Elaine chose to set aside the papers she was grading, as to focus on him. A hand lifted, the pointer finger curling right against her bottom lip. “Yes, well… then you might want to learn this,” she told him on the softest of laughs, “if you are thinking of going into business. It is a necessary evil in that field.” Elaine leaned in a bit closer as to get a better look at his textbook.

And of course, the close proximity had one of her breasts pressing up against his arm… not to mention her knee brushing his under the table. “Alright, so you know the basics?” Elaine repeated, to make absolutely sure. “Are you having trouble making the polynomial into a graph, then? I have to admit, these are not my favorite graphs to figure out, either, but…”

Oh, so Jason has the Quadratic Equation memorized. Perfect. Elaine went to steal one of his pencils, moving in a tad bit closer in order to do so. This allowed him a rather… magnificent view of her breasts, barely confined to the lacy restrains of her bra and the soft cotton of her shirt. “Here. Show me where you start having trouble,” Elaine told him next, handing him the pencil.

Jason smiled and laughed lightly as Ms. Nowak mentioned he might want to learn it if he wanted to go into business. He knew it was true, he just never had a math teacher that understood the way he learned or that was willing to spend the time to help him. He needed that individual time to learn in his own way. “Necessary evil? I hate the sound of that, but let’s give it a shot.”

As she moved closer to him to look at his textbook he could feel one of her supple breasts pressing against the side of his arm. That soft, round breast begging for attention as it grazed him while her knee brushed against his. She asked about his problems and if they were related to graphing, which they were, but it took him a moment to respond due to his distracted mind. “Graphing? Oh yes! It’s getting the solution onto the paper that’s proving too difficult.”

When Ms. Nowak went to grab one of his pencils she inadvertently gave him a straight shot down her shirt, giving him a magnificent view of her breasts as they begged to be freed of their confines. “Oh yeah. Alright.” He said as he took the pencil back from her, the back of his wrist making a pass against her supple breast as he did so. He started to draw out the graph, getting to focal points down but running into an issue. “What about the points of inflection?” He asked as he handed the pencil back to her, making a more noticeable pass against her as his mind was flooded with lustful thoughts. “I don’t get the angles the line should go. Could you show me, Ms. Nowak?”

((I’m going to admit, math isn’t my best subject, so…))

“Inflection points are where the function changes concavity,” Elaine went on to explain, taking the pencil and using the tip to emphasis her point. In the back of her mind, she noticed how his wrist rubbed against her breast… however, she thought of it as an accident, nothing more. Of course Jason isn’t interested in his tutor. At school, pretty girls like to walk about in skirts that barely cover their… no, not getting into it.

As Elaine launched into an explanation, she used the pencil to jot down an example, so that he may understand. It is not giving away the answer, per se, but it does help in the grand scheme of things. It is easier to learn from example, or so she has learned over the years. Elaine lifted her gaze up at one point or another, giving him a small smile. “Does that make sense?” she asked, indicating the list of problems with a dip of her head. Several tendrils of dark hair escaped the ponytail she had pulling the rest back.

“Do you want a drink?” Elaine offered, about to get up and get one for herself. “I have water, Coke… and wine, but I can’t give a minor alcohol.” A soft laugh bubbling up her throat, Elaine went on to shake her head. What time is it? Jason will need to head on home here before too long, so that his parents do not worry. Elaine placed both hands on the table, ever so slowly rising up onto her feet. A stretch brought her hands up high, causing the fabric of her shirt to stretch tight across her breasts.

((Hahah, me either. That’s as deep as my knowledge goes.))

Jason nodded and followed along as Ms. Nowak filled in the lines between with the proper curvature to make the graph correctly. He was amazed at the fact that he was actually following along, visibly pleased in his face as she asked him to make sure it was making sense. “Actually this is making complete sense. This really is just what I needed—some one on one time to explain things at my pace. Thank you so much.”

As the teacher rose to her feet Jason’s eyes watched as she stretched, the fabric of her shirt clinging tightly to her breasts and giving him an even better view than before. “You know you can’t tease me like that? Offering wine and then taking it away immediately. I do live right down the road and my parents are thinking I’m going to a friend’s right after this. One glass couldn’t hurt, right?” He suggested as he remained seated, trying to put on the impression of a responsible young adult who just wanted to enjoy himself.

((I’m glad I’m not the only one then!))

An eye cracked open, light reflecting off thoughtful green. A playful little smile did grace her lips after a minute or two, though it did nothing to give away what she’s thinking. Elaine chuckled before too long, shaking her head. Fingers tangled into her hair briefly, back arching once again… breasts stretching the fabric of her shirt. “You might live right down the road, Jason, but I am not going to be held responsible if anything happens to you while… intoxicated.”

He is underaged. He has never had a drink before. There are a thousand and one reasons why she shouldn’t give the athlete any wine. Elaine could not help glancing at him, however, upon lowering her arms. “Mm… I am not going to offer you a glass of wine… but if you happen to… say, find a glass in my upper right-hand cabinet, and the bottle in my fridge, I cannot be held accountable,” she went on to say with a nonchalant shrug. “I was already considering the idea of having one, myself. It would be nice to have company.”

Jason wasn’t too surprised by the teacher’s initial response, claiming that she couldn’t be held responsible if anything happened to him while he was intoxicated. But just as he thought she’d turned him down she spoke again, this time of a situation where she couldn’t be held responsible if he happened to stumble upon the wine and pour himself a glass.

His lips curled into a smile as he stood up, running his hand gently along the teacher’s exposed midriff as he walked by her and into the kitchen, finding her glasses and wine exactly where she said they would be. “And I guess you couldn’t be held accountable if a certain student left a spare glass on the counter and you picked it up?” He said as he poured two glasses before sitting one on the counter for her, putting his glass to his lips and sipping lightly. “Oh, that’s good.” He said before taking another sip as he leaned against her kitchen counter.

Elaine nearly jumped out of her skin as he walked by, just for a lick of humiliation to go down her spine. What was that all about? How-? Why-? Her heart flipping over inside her chest, and light pink invading her features, Elaine went to follow the young man into the kitchen. "Mm. Well... I am responsible for my own actions, but... I cannot let a perfectly good glass of wine go to waste, now, can I?"

A low, throaty chuckle slipping free, Elaine picked up the glass in order to take a sip. "Have you ever had a drink before?" she had to wonder. It does not seem like his first time, that much seems certain. A few tendrils of curly black falling against a cheek, one of her hands was quick to rise, as to brush these aside. Elaine went to lean against the counter as well, just... reveling in the moment. As odd as it sounds, this is remarkably peaceful. It is not often she gets the chance to relax, to sit back and enjoy the little things in life. Never did she think of doing so with a student, and during a tutoring lesson... but it happens, and at the most unexpected of times.

Jason may have been walking by her, but his peripherals definitely caught the blush red that covered her face after he’d grazed his hand along her stomach. Judging by the lack of protest he felt it was surprising yet welcome, a good combination to have along with the wine that would be coming for the both of them. If all went as he hoped he’d end up having to call his parents to let them know he’d be staying at his friend Kyle’s that night.

“No, I don’t think anyone wants to waste any wine.” He said as he raised his glass before sipping it as she did the same. “Yes, a few times. But don’t worry, I’m always responsible with it.” He said as she brushed her curls to the side and leaned against the counter. He could feel the tension building and needed to push further. He downed his glass before grabbing the bottle and topping the two of them both off. “The night is young. And I think you’ve already taught me more than my teacher has in three months. Let’s indulge a little, yes?” He suggested as he stood mere inches in front of her as he placed the bottle back on the counter.

"You are?" Elaine felt obligated to ask, though she is a tad skeptical; what is his definition of 'responsible'? A wry little smile gracing her lips, as if to take the edge off her words, it was a heartbeat or two before she came to realize that he just brushed some of her hair off to the side. Taken by surprise at his brash behavior, Elaine looked elsewhere, if only to hide her reaction from him. It was right about then that he decided to take it upon himself to grab the bottle of wine and top her glass off.

Elaine blinked up at him, confusion written all over her pretty features. Only seconds later did the meaning of his words sink in, or for a soft, bashful laugh erupt forth. "I... I really doubt I've taught you more than your teacher has in three months. As flattering as that is, I know better." A lump starting to form in her throat, Elaine shifted back, as to place more distance between him and her, only to take a sip of her wine. "I am already indulging," she pointed out on a sigh. "I will finish this, then we will get back to that homework. Understand?" An eyebrow lifting high to flirt with her bangs, Elaine leaned against the counter.