Thread: Behind the appearances (Celeste's Daughter & Google)

See more Faith Antoine 26 5'1 ft B cup Dress Shoes Faith's routine always seemed to have been a dull one, but then again, she was never one to be in the spotlights anyway. Well, of course, she had some kind of popularity if she could call it that, but her so called fans were high school brats, meaning the age range of her lovers was somewhere between 15 and 18 give or take. As one of the few young teachers in the school, the redhead had her share of high schoolers paying attention to her, even if most of the times it was because she was facing the other way and thus they could stare at her bottom or because if they actually tried their best to look closer, they could see what kind of bra she was wearing or if lucky enough, even a little bit of her breasts. Foolish little boys would never guess it was only the bra that made her chest look somewhat fuller than it actually was. Not that she cared about what they thought. What she really cared about, or better said who she really cared about, were the even fewer young male teachers. She wasn't one to be infatuated with much too older men, but instead, she always loved these intelligent guys in their late twenties or early thirties. In fact, one of the main reasons she was a teacher in the present was an old crush she had in her high school years on one of her teachers. Coincidentally, he was also teaching English literature at that time. She could recall those lovely hours hearing his voice even now. Also, there was one other thing that made them so appealing. That taboo touch. Even if now it wouldn't be much of a taboo given that she was one of the teachers and legal of age, something in the back of her mind still thought that something about teachers was alluring. Something which in the last couple of years added a little bit of spice more or less to her routine. But really, what left a mark on her mind was an event from the past which she couldn't forget no matter what. Faith Antoine was in her sophomore year when she witnessed one of the most erotic things she could never even imagine in her wildest dreams. Or maybe she could, but it wouldn't be as body-warming as seeing it with her own eyes. At that time there were rumors going around about a senior girl having a so called secret relationship with one of the teachers. Someone who the girls always checked out and at some point he was every girl's dream guy. But when she saw it herself, one of their love meetings, she couldn't help but be a peeping tom. Making out on the teacher's desk, wet kisses, masculine hands roaming the girl's body, spanks and soft whimper-like moans escaping her lips, just everything seemed so wrong and yet so... perfect. The next day, however, the student was expelled and the teacher fired. They were unluckily caught by one of the other teachers some time after Faith herself left the scene obviously too flustered after witnessing something like this. On the other hand, now that she thought about it, he escaped pretty cheap. If the girl was underage he could have been arrested for corruption. Either way, this experience was almost tempting, as in, she could have done the same with the teacher she had a crush on. Only, she was too much of a scaredy cat and too much of a goodie two-shoes to do something so bold as to seduce a teacher. Her parents would have freaked out if they found out she was expelled, so she didn't feel like risking. And anyway, even if she attempted to make herself prettier, dying her hair to be a hot redhead didn't work much. Sure, the boys her age started to show some more interest in her, but that wasn't the point. Thus, here she was in the present, trying to find her own stud of a man, turning to a desperate point. She couldn't remember when exactly she started being aware of this strange side of hers, but she craved someone who would do maybe the same things that teacher did to his student. That kind of dominant behavior, gripping her hair, spanking her bottom, that stare that told her he had the control, the way he held her still as he thrust into her... and well, that's all she got to see at that time because she left soon after the things got rougher. Too much excitement for the peeping tom and the perfect student that she was then. Now she was embarrassingly seeking a dominant man over the lamest websites she could find. But she didn't know what else to do. She was twenty-six, and in all these twenty-six years she had sex like two or three times. And even those were with a lame guy, an ex-boyfriend of hers that was simply too... gentle! It almost felt like she had to be the man, because she could mop the floor with him. She lacked the love, she lacked the sex, she lacked the spice, and her life seemed so much duller than she expected. To make things worse, she had to see these kids having whatever she didn't have every single day. Adrian, instead of acting like Romeo here, you should read some more books. Next time try to avoid mixing the stories, unless you're some misunderstood genius at the start of his career. A smile crossed her face as she handed out the boy's test, at which he could only smile sheepishly given the joke of a grade he had there. Is there any chance I could retake the test? the reply soon came after, making the redhead look back at him and raise an eyebrow. And waste my time trying to help you get a better grade because you were too lazy to learn? Nope. Not even in your wildest dreams. Besides, I have other tests to grade and this will be a good lesson for you. Just work harder on the next test. Some of his classmates snickered at his attempt to repair his mistake, but as soon as each test was handed out, most of the smiles faded away just as quickly as they showed up. It wasn't that the class was filled with idiots. No, she had some students who really studied and were bright enough to get near the perfect scores. In this class however, only a couple of them managed that, and only one of them had an actual perfect score. That was the headmaster's nephew. Surprisingly, it wasn't because of that status that he had those grades, but instead he really was smart. Faith would have figured he had a nice future ahead and would probably become a great man one day. With how the other teachers praised him whenever they would drink a coffee in the teachers' lounge, he would most likely have an even greater career. If she had to be honest, she was proud to have such a child as her student. Even more so because some years ago she used to be his tutor. If she'd have kids one day, she hoped she'd have some as smart as him. She also had a feeling he never troubled his parents at all, so he was definitely one role model for the brats in this class. By the time everyone looked over their tests and she reached her desk once again, the bell rang to sign that the students were free from the torture. Alright, everyone will leave the tests here before leaving. If you have any complaint about the grade come here and say it to my face. she added with a rather jokingly tone, patting the spot on her desk where the papers should be. A sigh or relief left her lips as she waited patiently for everyone to be out of class, but not before she would receive all the test papers back. She had two free hours in her schedule next, meaning she could waste some time around or look over some other tests meanwhile.