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Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Yeah, something like that, smiled Alison, and Lucy had to steel herself so as not to let mockery creep into her features. Must have been two years ago , she thought, scoffing internally. Kids these days... That was the crux of it by the end of your teens you thought you were the shit, by the time you reached your twenties you realised you were wrong. Those of us who thought that was the end of the cycle would think again once they hit their thirties, and might be reminded of the old adage famously spoken by Abe Simpson I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems weird and scary to me. It'll happen to you too. Alison shrugged at Mark's offer, seeing no reason not to let him buy her a drink. Perhaps she had earned it. She glanced to her friends and back to her former pupil and nodded. Sure. A gin and tonic if you don't mind. She raised her glass, and it was nearly empty. Thanks, Mark.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Mark smiled at her as she accepted his offer. Sure thing, one gin and tonic coming up. He said, turning and heading back to the bar. He didn't know if it was just the alcohol talking, but she looked great. When you were at school and your teacher was attractive it was just a silly crush, now he was older and removed from that mindset he could appreciate her for how good she actually looked. He ordered himself another whiskey to go with the gin and tonic for her, handing the bartender the money, instructing him to keep the change. He walked back up with the drinks in his hand and pushed the gin and tonic across the table so it rested in front of her. Pulling up a stool to table, he lowered himself down as the other women looked at him. Mind if I take a seat? He said, wary eyes looking round the table at the pack of women would could rip him to shreds given a moments notice. So I never got to learn your actual name, if you wouldn't mind I'd love to know what it is. I can't really carry on calling you Ms Olsen all night now can I. Unless your into that? He said, a short burst of laughter exciting his mouth. Of course he couldn't call her that. As the pack seemed to allow him to sit he took a sip of his drink and looked back up at Ms Olsen, So how have you been then? And who are these ladies, I don't want to be rude and ignore them. He laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere jovial.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

It's Alison, she smiled, having thanked him again for the drink. She even went so far as to offer him her hand to shake, and her skin was smooth and soft in his hand, and delightfully warm. Her smile was wry, acknowledging his humour and even approving of it, even if she didn't laugh along with him. I've been fine, she told him. Still working at Bracknell, still putting up with young hooligans like yourself. She paused a moment here to give him another wry smile before gesturing to her friends and introducing them. This is Rachel. Nice to meet you, came the reply, the short, slightly dumpy Rachel nodding to Mark, her round face beset with deep brown eyes, and framed in a long bob of black hair dyed pastel red. She didn't know if Mark was planning to make a move on his former teacher or not, but would be impressed at his ambition if that was the case. Sofia. The tallest of the quartet, Sofia had lightly bronzed skin and tawny hair that stretched straight to just above her shoulders, a prominent but not unattractive nose, and bright blue eyes. She simply nodded hello. And this is Lucy, Alison finished. Let me guess, smirked the blonde, her green eyes playing on Mark's face, her shoulder leaning into Alison's. A troublemaker? Alison laughed, shrugged and smiled in a manner that said yes , and glanced back to the young man. Everyone, this is Mark. He was absolutely a troublemaker! She grinned, and recalled how often she had spoken the words be quiet, or come on to him when he'd been in her class. She remembered that he was far from the worstmore boisterous than anything elseand had been one of those students with whom she'd had to walk the line between friendliness and authoritativeness. Alison could reason with most studentsplaying the friend card, as it werebut there were always those students who would try to push that as far as they could. While it was often fun, there was always a line after which she would have to put her foot down. All in all she remembered Mark quite fondly, and hadn't he grown up well?
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

As she gave him her hand he held it warmly, taking note of how warm it was before leaning his head down and kissing the top of her hand lightly. It's a pleasure to meet you again Alison, feels good after all this time to put a name to your pretty face. He smiled, his smile far to charming to be ignored. As she introduced him to her friends he couldn't help but feel like he was some sort of ornament on display at an auction house with everyone measuring his credentials. He was sure her friends had seen this many times before, maybe not ex students but definitely other guys who were trying to chat her up. They all seemed friendly enough to him as of now, even if they didn't approve of his not so subtle attempts to chat their friend up. I hope I wasn't too bad, I'm sure you loved having me in your class. He laughed his infectious laugh again. If my behaviour scarred you you'll have to let me make it up to you. He offered, accompanying the words with a light hearted wink. As he thought back to school he remembered how friendly she was to the students, especially the male ones. They had always wondered why she blurred the line so much between friend and teacher, but whenever any of them had tried to push it she had scolded them in the most gentle way possible. The conversation flowed, the table recounting various tales of troublesome students either when they were at school or when they were teaching, and some scandalous tales from the other ladies of the escapades that they had when at college. As one of Alison's friend went to the toilet and the other two struck a heated conversation between the pair of them, Mark leaned in closer to Alison. We always got along at school, you were quite friendly if I remember. I bet some of the lads tried to see how far they could take it didn't they? I always wondered how much friendlier you would be out side of school, given how friendly you were inside the classroom. He asked, the second statement clearly laced with suggestions of what he hoped to find. As the glass collected cleared the table of clutter he ordered them all another drink, he knew it was the fuel to the fire that was producing this conversation and the key to keeping it going, his hopes hanging on a knifes edge.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Oh, stop it, Mark, she replied. She batted him lightly on the lower thigh with her hand, scolding him like she used to. There was something different about it this time, though. When he had been her student, warmth and friendliness had been the norm, and she was stern with him only within those boundaries. Here it was as though the poles had been flipped. He was more than ten years her junior, and an former student of hers to boot society itself decreed that sternness should be the norm in reacting to his advances. Yet, there was a subtle warmth to her rebuke. If she was rejecting him, she did so with a tolerance for the fact that he had tried. She batted him just above the knee, and for a second her hand lingered there. She held his gaze with a playful sternness, and her fingers trailed against his jeans when she turned away. Lucy returned from the bathroom shortly thereafter, her broad hips swaying lightly in tight jeans, beneath the loose ends of her floral-patterned bardot. She reacted to the news of a free drink with a grin, thanked Mark, and joked that she should take him home with her. He'd be a lot less trouble than my own Mark, she joked, glancing about her friends, and the other women all smiled or laughed. He's not as cute as your Mark, though, Rachel remarked, and Alison was good enough to inform Mark that his namesake was Lucy's one year old son, evidently at home tonight with who Mark could only assume was the boy's father, and Lucy's husband or boyfriend. From the sound of the conversation that ensued, he must have been adorable. None of the women seemed to mind Mark sitting at the table. They were free to engage in their own conversation, paid the young man's patience back by here or there filling him in on anything he needed to know to keep up, and engaged him in direct conversation when Alison asked what he'd been doing since he left school. Lucy in particular had a few cutting remarks to make, though never without a smirk. I'm the bitch of the group, she laughed, after Alison had informed Mark that yes , she was always that way. She was also the first to leave. She joked that Johnevidently the husband or boyfriendcouldn't be trusted to take care of the baby by himself for more than a few hours, but she did offer to buy a round of drinks for everyone, seeming to include Mark. Alison objected, and it was she who stood to get in the next round of drinks while Lucy made her way for home.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Mark was enjoying all the girls company, they were an interesting bunch of women. All of them different yet when they came together they had a good camaraderie about them, he admired that. As Alison had slapped her hand against his jeans he caught her gaze, it was stern just like in school, yet there was something more there. It was like in school the barriers that held her in check stood firm, but not here, he could see in her eyes that the rejection lacked conviction. Her body betraying her true desires as her touch lingered on him for longer than it should, her fingers trailing over his jeans just above his knee. Needless to say it had left the young man feeling a little more aroused than he had been, his cock firing into life briefly pressing against the jeans that held it in, he hoped she wouldn't see that, he didn't want to come across like an easy to please young boy. When Lucy offered to take him home, he had to restrain himself not to flirt back but he only had designs on going home with one of the women at the table and it wasn't her. He smiled and waved goodbye as Lucy made her escape, darting through the door of the pub as she went home to her child and husband, it was Alison's turn to go get a round in and she clearly knew it, rising from her seat and walking to the bar. He watched her go, enjoying the sight as her hips swayed from side to side, an effortless sex appeal oozing from her. She had the figure that was for sure, she just didn't dress to show it off. He stood walking over towards the bar till he was stood behind her. I must admit, I always enjoyed watching you walk away in school too. His tone jovial, but there was an undertone of lust and longing coming from him. I'm sure you knew your ass drove all of the lads wild, how could you not notice when our eyes couldn't leave it. He said laughing again, anyone would of thought he was joking, it was clear he wasn't, Dutch courage speaking nothing but the truth. As she paid for the round he got two shots of tequila in quickly, taking one and placing it in her hand he looked her straight in the eyes, he felt as if there was a connection, some tension that he dearly wanted to be resolved. To new friends, old memories, and wherever the night takes us. He spoke, his eyes never leaving hers as he chinked her shot glass and gulped his shot down. He wasn't going down without a fight, he knew sexual tension when he felt it and he was sure it wasn't just him feeling the force of it.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

She took the jovial tone of his voice and turned, cocking her head slightly to give him another playfully scolding gaze, but she wasn't so oblivious as to recognise that there wasn't something beneath the humour. She couldn't say that she disliked it, either. Mark had grown into a handsome young man, but it was his confidence that really drove her crazy now, his brashness still indicative of youth. She shook her head when he ordered the shots, smiling ruefully and remarking that he really was a troublemaker. They shared a laugh, and shared a prolonged gaze, Alison feeling more free to do so now that they were away from the table. To wherever the night takes us, she toasted. Mark's boldness had brought to the surface everything that she had felt weeks ago when texting Tyler. Everything but the fear for her career, that is. She had never given much consideration to whether or not she liked younger men, and when fantasising about Tyler had always labelled it as a taboo indulgence. To sleep with a student was downright wrong , but there were lots of things that one shouldn't enjoy that could be enjoyable if only because they shouldn't be enjoyed. You might never actually do the thing, but the fact that it was wrong made it fun to fantasise about. Here, tonight, there was little of that. Mark was a former pupil, he was of age, and he was very, very young for her. Yet, were the bar to have emptied at that very moment, she might have acted on the desire to taste the tequila that was in his mouth, and not that that was in her own. They returned to the table with four drinks, their own and two glasses of red wine for Rachel and Sofia. Unbeknownst to either Mark or Alison, the two women had been discussing whether or not their friend would actually sleep with her former pupil. It was obvious to them that he wanted her, and that effectively put them in fight or flight mode they would fly if they thought Alison was interestedas unlikely as that may have seemedand stay if they thought the young man needed to be fought off. Having caught sight of the look they exchanged at the bar, Sofia was of a mind to fly.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

As she took the shot glass to her lips, repeating the same phrase he had said, he knew she was coming round to his way of thinking. The look they shared intense, and at the same time there was still so much between them not being said. He looked over to the table and knew that the other two women needed to go. He helped her carry the drinks over to table his eyes never leaving her form, he wanted to make it abundantly clear that he wanted Alison alone. As they continued to talk he took every oppertuinity to showcase how he felt, every laugh shared between the two punctuated by a playful slap on the thigh. Everytime something a bit naughtier was said a wisful glance was shot across the table to Alison, the best bit was she didn't seem to mind. He wondered if she was playing a similar game to his, he could see the two women looking at their coats and their bags and he knew he should press his advantage whilst he could. I know you want another drink Alison, what about you guys, are you staying for another? He asked as he stood to go to the bar, the same cheeky smile he had always had plastered on his face. If there was one thing he knew how to do it was to get rid of a crowd. He stood waiting for an answer as he and Alison exchanged yet another longing luck, it was definitely more on his part, but you could her responding more and more to it.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

To some degree, at least, Alison did mind. Whatever about her own growing desires, she was conscious of the fact that her friends were under no doubt as to why Mark was hanging around, wary of what they might think of her if they thought she was interested a man who was scarcelyif evenout of his teens. Her desires were growing, though, fuelled by the knowledge that she was little less than twice his age. There was something irresistibly naughty about that, and it was so close to her fantasy of fucking one of her students that she grew flush between her thighs. On the surface, she tried to remain calm and relaxed, playing to both the illusion that she wanted her friends to buythat she had no sexual interest in Markand to the reality that she wanted Mark to know. Regardless of what she wanted, her friends were astute enough to pick up on the reality of the situation. I'm all right for now, thanks, Rachel replied. Sofia shrugged her lips and shook her head. The two women remained seated until Mark had left for the bar, and once it was safe they immediately pressed Alison on the matter at hand. She downplayed it as much as she could, made up a story about Mark having issues with depression when he was in her class, and immediately scolded herself for having done so, but kept up pretences. She just wanted to make sure he was all right, and she'd probably leave pretty soon. The girls were welcome to go. Sofia laughed and shook her head, not seeming to buy Alison's explanation at all. Nevertheless, she and Rachel announced that they were leaving not long after Mark got back from the bar. It was nice to meet you, spoke the taller of the two. Don't get your teacher into any trouble now.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Mark smiled and laughed as they made their excuses and said their goodbyes to Alison, as well as letting him know it had been nice to meet him. He could hear a wariness in their voices as they told him not to get her in trouble, if only they knew how much trouble he'd love to get into with her, part of him suspected that they did know but didn't want to babysit them all night. I'll try not to but I can't promise anything I'm afraid. He joked winking as he did, if there was one thing that had never changed about him since school, it was he always had a tongue in cheek response for everything. As they left the pub he went to sit back down, sitting as close to Alison as was reasonably possible, his thigh grazing her every time one of them shifted in their seat. He took another sip of his drink before turning and taking her eyes and face in his gaze. Then there were two. He said, stating a simple matter of fact. Yet there was more to his words, a tone that implied how glad he was that it was only the two of them now. After all it meant they could speak more freely. You've got some lovely friends I must say Alison. It's nice to have people looking out for you, though I suspect they were weighing up whether to stop you from misbehaving in their eyes. He laughed, his short infectious laugh so indicative of his young age. I feel you like misbehaving deep down, the thrill of doing something you shouldn't. As you can imagine if you remember what I was like at school, I definitely appreciate that feeling. I just didn't have you down as enjoying trouble as much as I do. I guess there is a lot more I could learn about you. He mused, sipping another sip of his drink, his hungry eyes briefly taking in her figure leaving no illusion as to how he felt now the friends had gone.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

As presumptive as his words were, they didn't fail to strike a chord with Alison. More so than his words, it was the manner in which he said them that really got to her. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was youthful brashness, but the confidence with which he faced her would have had her weak at the knees were she not already sitting down. He spoke to her with the self-assuredness of a man who had seen and done it all, though he hadn't been out of school nearly long enough to become so worldly. The alcohol in her own system only accelerated the effect he had on her, and her barren spell stood behind the conscious curtain, teasing this string and that and goading her into taking him home with her. Trust me, Mark, she replied, almost purring in response. There's a lot you don't know about me. She smirked and held his gaze, and the din of the pub seemed to fade from significance if not from hearing. What about you? she asked, squeezing his knee beneath the table and emphasising the word you in a manner that made him sound like the thing she was most interested in the world with right now. That was partly true. If he wasn't at the top of her list, he was second only to what she wanted to do with him. When did you become so... bold? she managed, grinning and gently easing her shoulder against his upper arm.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

The way she purred her words at him made his cock throb more in his jeans, as if bolts of pure sexual energy shot between them igniting his nerves and his body. He had a feeling that whatever it was she kept to herself, the side of her few got to see, if he played his cards just right he might just get to find out the things he wanted to know the most. Her hand on his knee sent shivers down his spine, nothing had ever felt so right in his life, yet at the same time seemed so out of sync with the world. Here he was barely two years removed from school, with the woman who taught him eating his confidence and brashness up, and the best thing was she was enjoying it. As she squeezed up to him, quizzing him on that very boldness he felt like her smile could of broke even the coldest of hearts and had them signing from her hymn sheet. He moved in to the touch, his own hand finding the spot just above her knee, his large hands allowing him to squeeze softly into the flesh of her thigh. Well when you've been to college and actually got to live life, you learn a few things. He said returning her smile as he laughed that trademark laugh. Such as the fact that women love confidence, there is nothing attractive about a man with no confidence. Women want to be made to feel wanted and I like to let them know when I want them. He said winking at her, making no attempt to hide the meaning in his words. He wanted her, not just a quick fumble to tell his roommates about, he wanted to feel her and show her what he had learnt. He moved his hand slowly up her thigh, the pressure of his hands on her thigh running deep but in the most sensual way. He smiled as he had almost halved the distance between his hand and her groin without much protest. I've also learnt women like a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. Since you've always took an interest in my education, if you'd like to test me on what I've learnt or deliver a lesson on, I'll be most studious. He laughed, the last part seemingly lighthearted, except for the intentions so heavily laced into what he was saying. His hand having travelled dangerous close to her most sensitive areas in their personal game of nervous.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Alison snorted at his replynot in a piggish fashion, rather she simply exhaled quickly and forcefully through her nostrils, indicating humour. Mark wasn't wrong , but there was something about hearing someone so young speak as though they possessed such worldly knowledge. She'd been his age, had felt like she knew it all after graduating from school to college, and had learned pretty quickly that she did not, in fact, know it all. Adult life had a way of doing that to you, casting your college years as a sort of blissful interlude between one's teenage years and the trials of adulthood. Still, she did like that confidence. A warm, humoured smile followed naturally, and she stopped his hand's ascent by covering it with her own. Her grip was as warm as her smile, tight too, and she held his hand firmly in place. Will you, now? she asked, half-rhetorically. A voice inside her screamed that the young man who seemed so eager to talk his way into her pants was a decade younger than herjust two thirds her age, and a former pupil. It told her she should follow the example set by her friends, and leave, but it was drowned out by the blood throbbing in her temples. Besides, had Rachel and Sofia not left because they thought something was afoot between she and Mark? She suspected as much, though she couldn't be sure. Well, Alison continued, using her free hand to pick up her drink and swirl it gently, her eyes downcast into the clear liquid, then flicking up at Mark. Maybe I can put together a pop quiz for you, she said, then smirked, quipping It's not like you passed a whole lot of the tests I set you. Maybe you deserve a second chance.