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

It was a different kind of school day for everyone involved in Mark Hadleighs class, including Mark himself. They had recently finished studying and learning about the Roman era and began reading about Ancient Greece. He assumed that the topic they were on about now was going to become controversial, but the History teacher didnt mind. After all, debates and arguments bred more knowledge for the young minds in his class, and it also opened him up to new opinions and experiences, for which he was eternally grateful for. He sat at his desk, arms crossed with the textbook opened to the appropriate page, staying silent as the students argued with one another, a proud smile playing on his lips. But Mark found it difficult to maintain full attention to all of his students because of one in particular Talia. His eyes continued to flicker in her direction, unable to keep his gaze off of her for long, watching the pen slowly glide in and out of her plump lips. The teacher subconsciously moved his fingers over the gold band on his ring finger, feeling the thick metal under his skin. He tried to ignore her to the best of his ability, reminding himself that she was just a child that didnt know any better, but it was hard to do. However, the glimpse of what he had seen last Thursday was threatening to upturn every opinion he had of her Mark didnt truly see anything, but the brief image of Talia on her knees was enough to linger in his mind. She began to speak, and Mark looked upon her without fear of being creepy. Talia was incredibly smart and gifted one of his best students, and the way she spoke and did her work made it show effortlessly. His expression shifted from pride and joy to embarrassment as she turned her legs to face him, and he could have sworn that he saw a glimpse of what lay waiting beneath her skirt and between her supple thighs. Looking away, he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat to hear the bell ring. With a smile, he clapped his hands. All right, good work class! That was an amazing sight to see. I hope well be able to pick this up tomorrow, and then well move on to the basic of government for Ancient Greece. Youre all dismissed, he announced, watching everyone as they placed their papers on his desk for grading. Talia was one of the last to leave, smiling cutely at Mark while she put her own essay on the top before leaving. Have a good day, Ms. Dean, he said, trying not to look at her while she walked out, but couldnt help but steal and glanced at her slender, perfect figure. Once they were all gone, Mark stood up and stretched, sighing with relief that he would no longer feel any temptation. Or so he thought. Hmm? he grunted, seeing something out of the corner of his eye on a desk. Talias desk. A book. Walking over, he placed his fingers on the cover, reading the name silently. Lolita. He bit his bottom lip before shaking his head and picking up the book to go and return it to his student. Rather, he would have, had something not fallen out and onto the floor. With puzzled expression, Mark crouched down to pick the photos up, and what he saw made his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken. All four polaroids were of Talia, and featured her vulnerable in one way or another. It was a sight more than he had ever been afforded, and he couldnt look away. Looking at them, greedily gazing at her wonderful curves and smooth skin, he licked his lips and groaned gently. A thick, aching bulge had inevitably formed in his belted slacks, straining against the material and begging for any kind of release. Shit, I shouldnt be looking at these . . . ! he muttered, but nonetheless he reached a hand down to lightly squeeze on the hard tent looking at the pictures gave him. There was a base, primal part of him that wanted to keep them, to take them home and jack off to them in private, his logical mind knew that it was foolish to do so. But he had to satisfy his own curiosity, so the man took the last photo of her hand so ledwly between her legs. Opening the book in the middle, he placed the photos in the book and closed it, making sure they wouldnt fall out again. With his heart beating much too fast for his own good and adjusting his erection so that it wasnt so damn obvious, Mark held the book carefully as he walked out of the classroom to Talias next period, hoping to give the book back to her without any fuss, the images of her barely-covered body burned in his mind. Once there, he waited just outside the door, silently motioning to the teacher, then quietly asked to borrow Talia for a moment.