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

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Thanks, Mr. H. I'm so lucky to have a teacher as understanding as you are. Talia noticed that his fingers lingered on her arm, and let him step away before she returned to class, ignoring the quizzical glances given by her classmates. Fourth period with Martin was almost boring , now that she knew just how close she was to pulling Mr. Hadleigh into her web. She could never make the first official move, of course it wouldn't do to be accused of seduction. No, he had to be allowed to believe he had control over the situation. She had to let him think that he had chosen her , and not the other way around. These thoughts distracted Talia while they loitered back in the darkest parts of the back of the library. What was that? Talia looked down and pulled her skirt out of the way so that she could look at Martin's face between her knees. I asked if my goddess was alright, he repeated, bringing his arms up her skirt to rest on her ass. You seem distracted. He leaned up and flicked his tongue against her clit. It's fine, she sighed. She hated wasting her time with boys and made a plan to visit that cop that lived on Cherry Street on her way home from school. Talia stood and let her skirt fall before bending over to retrieve her panties and put them back on. With a frown Martin sat up. Well-trained boy that he was, he ignored the bulge in his pants and concerned himself instead with her own pleasure. Did I do something wrong? he asked, hugging her gently around the knees and kissing one of her thighs. Is it about second period? I didn't mean to be naughty, Miss, I promise. I just thought the Greeks-- I don't give a shit what you think about the Greeks, Martin, she snapped, shaking him off of her and picking up her bag. Don't be clingy. She slung the bag over her shoulder, leaving Martin confused and unsatisfied. Just let me do my own thing, okay? My distractions are none of your concern. Yes, Miss... he whimpered dejectedly after her retreating back, left to guess whether or not she would be angry if he finished himself off. The following day brought a driving rain and biting cold. Perfect. While the school day passed as normal, Talia left her jacket and umbrella in her locker, stuffed her bra into her backpack, and casually snipped the second button off of her shirt to give Mark a better view of her decolletage before heading off with the rough draft of her essay. Going over it and making improvements, she figured, should keep them until the buses had stopped running by the school. Unless he wanted her to walk seven miles in the freezing rain, he would be forced to give her a lift home. Happy Friday! Talia chirruped with a smile before setting her backpack down. She approached Mr. Hadleigh's desk and set her rough draft on the corner, standing near him to look over his shoulder as he read it. I was hoping you could read it over and show me where I could make improvements. At such close quarters he would be able to smell her perfume, redolent of lavender, pine, and citrus with a hint of vanilla. It was a scent she had chosen just for him he didn't seem the traditional non-descript perfume type. And maybe take a look at my sources, make sure they're good ones? she added. Or make suggestions for some better ones where I might find more information?