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Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Oh yeah. I'm up on Eucalyptus, so hang a left up here. Mara pointed to an upcoming intersection. She was taking him the long way 'round, a way usually fraught with traffic, construction, and frostheaves. For the record, I like riding with the windows down in the rain. It's refreshing, and I love the rain when it's not, y'know, freezing. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Mr. Silverstone watching her. He appeared to be checking his mirrors, but his mirrors weren't in her lap. He moved his hand to his own lap in a studiedly casual way and Mara pretended not to notice. She'd been enjoying watching how wound up she could get him perhaps she could get him wound tightly enough that it wouldn't matter how much adjusting he did. She smiled and shifted her thighs towards him a tiny degree when he mentioned his wife. Is Sarah your girlfriend? she asked innocently, as though she hadn't noticed his ring the moment she'd decided to have him. Me? she raised her eyebrows and pretended to shift uncomfortably. Well don't judge me but I'll probably be at Club Innuendo tomorrow. She rolled her eyes. You know it? A, ah, friend of mine works there. Not untrue he was as close to a boyfriend as Mara ever got and he did in fact work at Club Innuendo. Going there wasn't quite the chore she made it out to be, however. He likes me to come by and hang out on weekends. Gets bored with all the drunk people around trying to talk at him. Clubs aren't usually my scene but it's not too terrible you should come sometime. Mara put the slightest emphasis on the word come , though not enough to be more than passingly noticeable.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Wife, he quickly corrected her. A little too quickly, perhaps. It'll be three years at the end of this month. On the steering wheel, his thumb curled inwards, rubbing up against his wedding band. I know it, he said in reference to Club Innuendo, pausing for a moment as he imagined Mara at the nightclub. It wasn't exactly a place that he associated with high schoolers. Not that it's really any of my business, but aren't you a little...young for the club scene? he asked, looking over at her as they pulled up to a red light on an intersection. As young as she was, it still didn't stop him from giving another glance down to her thighs, which seemed to be spread just a bit further apart than they had when he last looked. Which meant that the hem of her skirt had ridden up ever so slightly further. Clearing his throat, Johnny lifted his head, staring out of the windshield again as his wipers beat against the glass. The hand on his lap gripped the fabric of his pant leg, tugging at it in an attempt to smooth out the material, and make it seem less bunched up around his crotch. It had the opposite effect, unfortunately as his hand tugged downward, the fabric became taut against the hard lump running down one of his legs, outlining his cock for the briefest of moments before his hand settled back down on top of it, obscuring it from view. The light turned green, and he took off again. Besides, as fun as all that sounds, it's not really wise for a teacher to hang out with his students. People talk. He glanced over at Mara's face as he spoke the last sentence, raising his eyebrows. He said it in a way that was half-joking, but it was the truth. The last thing he needed was rumors being spread about him being seen around town with one of his underage students.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Shoulda known someone would've snatched you up by now. Mara blushed and looked down demurely at her slip and plucked at the hem of her skirt as though unsuccessfully trying to pull it down. But I mean, these days more and more people are getting into that sort of thing, like polyamory and stuff. Sign of the times and all that. So you never know. She shrugged. The conversation turned to the club and she shrugged again. I only go because my friend works there, she lied. We met at church and he told me I should come hang out sometimes, so I do. Not strictly a lie he'd been loitering around a smoke hole with one of the men in the choir though he didn't actually attend that church. I like the music and sometimes I dance if I feel like it, but like I said it's not usually my scene. Mara watched out of the corner of her eye as her English teacher struggled with his pants. Under the guise of looking out the window she watched him try his damnedest to obscure his erection, eventually covering it with his hand though not before she'd seen that he was hung. She sat up a little straighter, twisting to crack her back in the seat and using this as an excuse to tease him a little more. While she twisted one way she tugged down her shirt a little more, and when she twisted the other way she shifted her legs so that her skirt stuck to her thighs in a way that outlined what she knew he wanted to see. Her hem only barely covered the crotch of her panties and she glanced over to see whether he was watching. Well I didn't say with me, goose, she said with a nervous laugh. Like, maybe with Sarah or something. It's a cool place if that's the sort of thing you're into. Oh, right up here. Between frost heaves and potholes this particularly neglected road was much rougher than the others. Mara made sure her skirt didn't ride up any higher--he would have to work for that privilege--but her breasts bounced freely as they made their way over the broken asphalt. Already aroused, she shifted her hips forward slightly to reap the reward of the vibrations.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Johnny said nothing about Mara's comment about him already being taken. It was inappropriate, no doubt, and were she to say something like that in the classroom, he'd have no choice but to give her a detention. As uncomfortable as it was in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. It was meant to be a compliment, after all. Maybe, was all he offered as a reply, when the girl suggested he bring his wife to the club. Maybe. As Johnny turned down the bump road, he found himself driving nearly ten miles below the speed limit. That was partly out of fear of messing up his car by hitting one of the many potholes too hard, but it was primarily because he didn't want to get into an accident and run off the road. As they made their way down the poorly maintained street, Johnny's eyes hardly remained on the road in front of him. He instead kept his head turned ever so slightly to the right, his eyes craned as far in that direction as they could go so that he could watch the young girl's chest bounce. Every few seconds, he'd quickly glance up at the windshield just to make sure that they were still heading in a straight line before his eyes focused back onto Mara, scanning along the hem of her skirt for a potential peek at her panties. More than once, he had to quickly yank on the steering wheel after realizing that they were beginning to drift off to the shoulder or into the opposite lane. Johnny noted when the teen shifted her hips, now sitting in a peculiar position. Was she...? He had some thoughts about what she may have been doing, sitting like that, but he dismissed them as his own, perverted imagination. As for him, he kept his hand cupped tightly against the tent that had formed in the fabric, his cock now straining against the material. This was getting to be too much for him. Thankfully, Eucalyptus was the next turn. Here we are, he finally spoke up again, slowing his car to a crawl so that Mara could pick out her house. I'll see you on Monday have a nice weekend. And next time, try to get to the bus stop a little bit earlier, he teased. Stealing one last peek at the two dark, wet little points at her chest, he quickly lifted his gaze up to her face, giving her a friendly smile.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

She could feel his eyes on him as they bumped down the road. Between the knowledge that she was so obviously turning him on and the feeling of the road it was all Mara could do not to close her eyes in pleasure. Finally they turned onto Eucalyptus and she directed him to her family's modest but tidy bungalow. The middle-class neighborhood was on a cul-de-sac which hid as many secrets as Mara herself did, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Instead once they pulled up the carless drive she rifled through her bag. Oh...dammit! She shook her head and gripped her hair. I forgot my key this morning. I was running late so I forgot half my stuff. My stepdad just went to work like an hour ago and my mom won't be home for another hour and a half. Mara sighed and leaned her head against the seat. Frank would be asleep on the couch with a beer in his hand and her mother ought to be on her way home. She looked over at Mr. Silverstone with her pathetic puppy eyes. Would you mind waiting, see if I can get in? Without giving him a chance to answer she slipped out of the car and jogged up to the front porch. Under the mat was the spare key, just as there was a key in her backpack. With a motion to her teacher she jogged around to the back of the house. In the flower pot was another key. While she was in the back yard she used a small pair of shears to snip off the top button of her blouse, making the already low-cut shirt look as though it had broken a button. She leaned against the wall briefly, touching herself, imagining what might happen if John Silverstone had followed her around to the back of the house and seen her like this. Mara didn't allow herself to reach climax but instead jogged back to the car and slid back in, what little drying she'd done now completely undone by the rain. Ugh! I think my stepdad took the spare key! she informed him. All the windows on the ground floor are locked. That's my room, she pointed to the windows over the garage of the split-level, but obviously there's no way for me to get up there. I'm sorry Mr. S...would you mind dropping me at a gas station or something so I can at least be dry while I wait? Or have a pay phone or something? Again those big brown puppy eyes.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Pulling up into the driveway, Johnny put his car in park and waited for Mara to exit. He glanced up at the house in front of him as she searched for her key, glancing at each of the windows. This was the first time he'd ever actually gone to a student's house before. It was odd, getting a perspective of one of his students' personal lives like this. But then again, he'd already seen a much more personal side to Mara--one that he'd never get from simply looking at her house. Hearing that she'd forgotten her key, he gave a nod before she took off, exiting the car and running up to the porch. Find your spare key, he muttered to himself as he watched her lift the doormat. No luck. Eyes remained on her as she rounded her house, disappearing behind it for a short time. Find your spare key, he kept murmuring, praying that she'd be able to get inside and he could go home. Find your spare key. Leaning back against his seat, his eyes studied the front windows of her house again while he waited for her to reappear. In one of the front windows--one that led to the living room, he imagined--he thought he could see the faintest occasional flicker of light, as if there was a television on. Odd. When she finally returned, he watched her run towards his car. Even through the pouring rain, he could see her chest bouncing with each step she took. Her cleavage seemed even more exposed that it had been, leaving even less to his imagination. When she slid back into the passenger's seat, his focus shifted towards the room above the attic as she explained her situation. With a sigh, he tapped on his steering wheel. Well, I can't just leave you at a gas station... he murmured, thinking aloud. Where else could he take her, then? Back to the school? No. There was really just one place he could take her, and taking her there would definitely be a mistake. But the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that he had no choice. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Shifting the car into reverse, he began to roll out of the girl's driveway. All right, here's what we're going to do. We're going to go back to my house for an hour or so, maybe try to find some dry clothes for you, and then I'll take you back here once one of your parents are back home. Sound good? To be honest, it didn't sound that good to him. The last thing he needed was a kid from school in his home-- especially this one. Luckily, though, Sarah would still be at work for another hour or so. If he timed things right, nobody would ever have to know about any of this.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Mr. Silverstone explained his plan and Mara smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. Thanks, Mr. S, she said with gratitude. I didn't want to be presumptuous or anything, and I know you could get in trouble for it if someone got the wrong idea. Promise I won't tell anyone. On the way to his house her skirt found its way back up her thighs to its previous position and her shirt was somehow tugged a little lower. Even with the seatbelt between them her breasts strained against the fabric and nearly popped out of the shirt. Mara wore a silver chain around her neck but the charm itself was lost in the depths of her cleavage. One day, hopefully soon, she fully intended to make John Silverstone beg for a taste of her breasts, and he'd enjoy begging for it. Finally they pulled up to his home and Mara followed him inside. This is a really nice place, Mr. S. She stood just inside the door to slide off her wet, muddy shoes before leaning over and peeling off her thigh high socks to reveal shapely calves and strong, supple thighs all cleanly shaven. Sorry, I just wanna drip as little as possible all over your nice carpet with how wet I am. Thank you for letting me come inside. She smiled sheepishly, wiping her bare feet on the welcome mat before stepping into the living room though she didn't sit anywhere just yet. It was rude to get peoples' furniture damp, after all. Maybe I can borrow a robe, throw my clothes in the drier? she suggested. This was really nice of you Mr. S, I really appreciate it. Our little secret, I promise. Mara laid her index finger against her lips and smiled mischievously before her eyes landed on a picture of him with a smiling blonde hanging on his arm. Is this Sarah? She looks...nice.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

It was cute the way he tried to defend his wife. Of course she'd intentionally put him on the defensive with implied deficiencies in his wife's looks but her eyes widened as though she'd been misunderstood. Mara shook her head. Oh no I didn't mean...I'm sorry, that probably sounded really rude. I meant nice as in nice. She nodded, regaining a reassuring smile. Really, Mr. S. She's really pretty and she looks like a nice person. Mara waited patiently while Mr. Silverstone disappeared into the laundry room. When he came back she nearly smiled surely he had his own robe he could've given her which would have been less revealing. She took the robe with a grateful look and stepped through the kitchen into the laundry room where she left the door ajar but not wide-open. Hanging the robe on a hook she quickly stripped out of her wet clothes, tossing first her shirt then skirt into the dryer. Although by now her panties would have been soaked anyway, the rain had made it necessary that she toss these in as well. Slipping into the soft robe--which really was of good quality--she scurried back out to grab her socks bending over to grab them and toss those into the dryer as well. Finally she started it and stepped out, closing the door behind her and walking back to the living room with her hair still wet and mussed. Unintentional grace was always seductive. Mara had learned this from several years experience as well as some coaching from a twenty-six-year-old photographer who had used her as a model two years ago. She had learned to walk as though she didn't know that she was graceful, to smile and laugh as though she didn't know she was charming. Now in a silk robe--his wife's robe--and nothing else with hair that looked as though she'd just stepped from the shower Mara stepped across Mr. Silverstone's living room and sat on his loveseat, crossing her legs, all with that unstudied, unintentional grace. She turned her large, dark eyes expectantly to him and smiled. You've got a really nice home, Mr. S, she said with genuine delight. With the exception of the floral print it was a lovely home. She was looking forward to spending more time in it in the future. How long've you been married? She shifted her leg so the hem of the robe exposed some of her flank not much, only enough to reveal that she was sitting on his couch without panties and that she hadn't tucked the robe under her when she'd sat.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Walking into the kitchen as Mara entered the laundry room, Johnny grabbed the tea kettle off of the stove and held it beneath the faucet, filling it up partway before placing it back on one of the burners and lighting. Reaching into the cupboard for two ceramic mugs, he glanced to the laundry room, seeing the reasonably wide crack between the door and the doorframe. He thought to speak up and tell her that the door was slightly ajar, but upon catching a glimpse of her bare skin through that thin crack, he kept his mouth shut. Standing there by the counter, he watched, trying to make out exactly what he was seeing, considering that he was only seeing a small portion of it. Part of her arm, a flash of her bare thighAnd then, without warning, the door swung open. Johnnys eyes widened a bit in surprise, and he nearly dropped the mugs in his hand. There she stood, right in front of him, wearing his wifes silk robe. Gliding across the living room floor, as if both she and the robe were made of liquid. Such nonchalant grace, such youthful beauty. God, he hated to admit it, but Mara looked so much better in that robe than Sarah. Behind him, the kettle began to whistle. Deciding that hed been standing there gawking for long enough, he lowered the mugs to the countertop, quickly dropped a teabag in each, removed the kettle from the stovetop, and split its contents between the two cups. Thanks, he said with a polite smile as he brought the two glasses of tea into the living room. Here. This should help warm you up, he offered her the drink and took his over to the sofa, plopping down onto it before the growing bulge in his chinos became all too apparent. He did so just in time for Mara to reveal just enough skin to hint at what was beneath that robeor, more appropriately, what wasnt beneath it. And the way her bare thighs were resting on the cushion, suggesting that something else was pressed down onto it, too Johnny had never felt jealous of a couch before. Not until that afternoon. Finally, his eyes bobbed back up to Maras. She was giving him an expectant look, as though shed just asked himsomething. But what wasoh, right, right, how long hed been married to Sarah. Oh. Three months at the end of the yearerr, no. That's not right. He was very obviously flustered. Three years at the end of the month . He spoke that last sentence very slowly, careful not to trip over it again. Nervously, he took a sip of tea, and glanced up at the clock on the wall opposite to him. It was 530 Sarah would be home in a half hour or so. When did you say that your parents would be back home?
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

Oh that's right, I'm sorry. You said that already. Mara chuckled and sat back on the couch, one foot on the ground and the other leg crossed over her knee and now she bounced her foot up and down a little, teasing at what he couldn't see. She had seen him looking at her, had seen the look in his eye and the light flush creep up his neck. His arousal had subsided while she was looking for the spare key to her house, but now the way he sat indicated his not-so-little problem had returned. Excellent. She supposed she could have had him right here, today, if the bitch weren't going to probably be home soon. But then were would the fun in that be? Hmm? Oh... She looked at the clock as well. My mom should be home in like an hour. Frank works an overnight shift so he just left a bit ago. I've got time. Mara took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes, letting it warm her from the inside. It gave her goosebumps and her hard nipples only pressed more insistently against the silk with a pleasant sort of friction. Mmmm... she moaned, allowing her teacher to make of that what she would. You were right, Mr. Silverstone, the tea warmed me right up. She smiled over the rim of her mug as though unaware of what she might be doing to him. It's good tea, by the way. There's this teahouse over on 3rd Street, the Mad Hatter, have you been? They've got some awesome varieties and the shop itself is really cute. I try to get by there at least once a month. She watched his eyes, wondering if he was yet at a point where he would take the bait. A teashop wasn't a sexed-up boozy club, after all, and there was always time to run into each other if they didn't meet there intentionally for some extra help on the assignments.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me  (Johnny and Mim)

His erection may not have been directly visible, but the pose that Johnny took on the couch all but screamed that he was hiding something in the front of his pants. Legs crossed over one another, upper body leaning inward, one arm resting in his lap. And even in that condition, he found himself continuing to sneak glances at the bare, smooth skin of the girl's thighs. It was his own fault for giving her that robe to wear. When she told him about the earlier time that her parents would be home, Johnny nodded, trying his best to conceal his grimace. He did just as good a job of that as he'd done hiding his erection, however. The last thing that Johnny needed was his wife crossing paths with his girl. Especially considering what she was dressed in. But, he'd just have to cross that bridge when he got to it, he supposed. The Mad Hatter, he repeated the name back to her, giving a small shrug. I've never heard of it. I'll have to check it out sometime. Sarah and I are big tea drinkers. A tea shop seemed like a much safer recommendation than a nightclub. He also appeared a bit less hesitant about the prospect of running into her there. Though, truthfully, that may have just been because he hadn't given it very much thought. Most of his attention was, once again, being paid to Mara's body. This time, as he spoke, his eyes drifted down to her chest, seeing her nipples poking against the thin, silky material. He'd already gotten a nice view of her chest in that soaked blouse earlier, but for whatever reason, there was something about seeing her in his own wife's clothing that seemed so much more...wrong, and taboo. Especially the fact that the robe was all that Mara wore.