Thread: Be My Lolita (Kratos and Mim)

Nora bit her lip and did her best to look up at him with a worried expression when she read the sticky note. She'd noticed that the word essay was in quotation marks of course, and knew that it could only mean one thing. She chewed her tongue lightly to prevent a predatory smile from emerging and while he handed out the rest of the essays fiddled with the thread on the top button of her blouse. Eventually the thread unwound enough that she was able to break it and the button clattered to the floor. After all, she could hardly be blamed if excessive cleavage was visible because her button had fallen off, and it was the end of the day, so she could easily change at home. Patiently she waited for the other students to file out--it didn't take long since the school day had ended--and did her best to look nervous as she walked up to his desk. She wasn't nervous of course she'd already figured out what she was going to say. Mr. Marintine started by pulling one of the pictures from a folder in his desk. He'd hidden them cleverly, but had shown her exactly where he would keep his smut if he had any. She filed that information away for later as she watched his eyes fixate on her chest before sliding upwards. Nora let her mouth drop open slightly in an 'O' that would have been perfect for something other than a shocked expression. She forced a deep crimson blush and lowered her eyes, directing her gaze to his crotch without seeming to realize where she was looking. She scuffed her toe against the linoleum as he pointed out that people could get the wrong idea and tried to be understanding about a student developing a crush on their teacher. When he pointed out that he was married she finally looked up, face fetchingly pink, eyes wide, lips formed into a wider perfect 'O'. Mr. Marintine you think...? Nora bit her lip lightly in a way that could have been construed as alluring and seductive had she not appeared so innocent. She had practiced that lip-bite in the mirror a thousand times. No! I mean don't get me wrong, you're...well... She forced the blush deeper and looked down demurely for a moment, eyes pausing again ever so slightly at his crotch again before coming back up to his face. David and me, we broke up because he's a jerk. He um, he had those pictures and ah...well he made a deal with me to give them back and um...well, you saw... She bit her lip in that just-so way again. It was difficult to balance embarrassed with inviting, but she always managed to pull it off. I didn't know he'd taken them. So he finally gave them back to me and I had them in my book so I wouldn't lose them, then I left my book here and... Nora shook her head. Thanks for not telling, Mr. M, she said after a pause. It won't happen again, I promise. Once she was dismissed Nora was careful to bend in a way that gave him a peek at her lacy panties as she grabbed her backpack before leaving. She smiled to herself as she walked to the bus stop he was a fighter. He loved his wife. This would be fun. Most of the rest of the week passed almost without incident. A time or two, Nora had dropped her pencil on the way to sharpen it and had bent over to pick it up, but it was nothing that could be considered out of the ordinary. The rest of the week also passed similarly as it had that day dreary, cold, and rainy. Friday afternoon found a particularly chilly downpour and it was a good thing she didn't mind the cold. Nora waited until Mr. Marintine appeared to be packing up to go home for the night and she ran to the unsheltered city bus stop through the rain. She knew she'd missed her bus and although she had a collapsible umbrella she decided to stand there in just a jacket and the same white shirt, again with her bra stuffed into her backpack with the umbrella. Nora made sure to look as cold and miserable as possible when Mr. Marintine's car began its approach.