Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Do you see said the message displayed on Dean Graham's cellphone what I see? There was no need to reply. Dean smiled and winked across the room to Marcus, his best friend. Yes, Miss Kurayami was having her usual trouble. It happened nearly every class... you could take bets on it. She'd be in the middle of some usual activity - explaining some point of the lesson, criticizing a student, handing out homework - and then, suddenly, totally breaking the flow of what she was doing, she'd order the class to read a certain passage from their textbooks to themselves, or turn to the board and begin writing something only vaguely connected to the business at hand. And then, did she really think no-one would notice she'd begin fumbling with something at the level of her massive breasts, sometimes squirming and wriggling, like some weird dance. At first, Dean had thought she was playing with her nipples, but he'd soon learned the answer was a lot more prosaic. She was having trouble with her bra again. Sometimes, it was true, she'd manage more slickly than other times. A single tug, and she'd turn back to the class, and drag the subject back to where it had been. Other times were a lot more problematic - they'd be an audible snap as the bra whacked against her skin when she tugged it down, or the bra would resist her efforts to drag it back into place, making what she was trying to do a lot more obvious. When that happened, they'd be stifled giggles from the female students, hidden laughs from the males, and when Miss Kurayami turned back to the class, her cheeks and forehead would be crimson from embarrassment. Given that Miss Kurayami usually had to adjust her bra at least twice per lesson, it was rarely a period went by without her giving the class such amusement. For Graham, though, it was more than funny. He shifted under the desk, wondering if the boner he always got when Miss Kurayami looked so helpless would actually burst through his jeans! It was kind of difficult, in a way, having a thing about Miss Kurayami. Sure, students has the hots for teachers all the time - but admitting you had a thing about her was like saying you liked Disney cartoons or 80s bubblegum pop. There were teachers that it gave one street cred to be attracted to. Miss Fleisch, the phys ed teacher, with her long blonde hair and bronzed body. Miss Traves, the drama teacher, universally popular with every student. Miss Culver, fresh out of college and with the perkiest boobies in creation. But not Miss Kurayami. It was like a girl admitting a passion for the pimpliest nerd in school. She was an outsider, pure and simple. Unable to maintain any semblance of order or discipline in class. Blushing bright red whenever anyone said anything that could be construed as a sexual innuendo. Rumor had it that even the other teachers held her in contempt. Given that Dean had to regularly fend off the advances of the other senior girls on a regular basis, to say he felt anything for the teacher with the jet-black hair and ridiculously large boobs would have resulted in gales of laughter. But over the last few weeks, he'd noticed a weird feeling. Whenever he thought about her, at home at night, or when sitting alone having a smoke, he found her face swimming before his vision. Somehow, without his being aware of it, he'd found a need to protect her coming on. As if he wanted to look after her. When the girls gathered on the playing fields, and recounted her recent struggles with her bra, he'd had to force himself to laugh along with the others, even though something inside him wanted him to scream shut up, shut up at them. Secretly, he hated it when the others mocked her, when the other boys talked about how they'd fuck Misses Culver, Travers of Fleisch... and send Miss Boobitit to do the washing up. And as he watched her turn back to the class, an idea came into his head. He was sick of the way things went on at school. The way everyone made fun of people who showed any weakness. It was like being in a jungle. Miss Kurayami was doing her best. It wasn't her fault she lacked confidence, that her tits were so big, that her bra always misbehaved at thee wrong moment. A real man, he thought - a genuine loner, who didn't let himself be browbeaten by the herd - a real man would stop pretending. Hey, Miss, trilled Sandi Bowman, one of the rudest girls in the school -and who had been chasing Dean for weeks. Is your bra too tight or something? You been fussing with it all period! Making fun of her was nothing new - but usually not quite this blatant. presumably Sandi was doing it for a dare, or a bet. He watched, to see how the dark-haired teacher would handle it.