Thread: Be My Lolita (Kratos and Mim)

The night passed fitfully for her. She had difficulty getting Mr. Marintine off of her mind, and really she was a bit surprised at that. Men didn't typically have that effect on her, though she had it on them. Nora was anxious to see the results of her decision, to know if he would keep the pictures. Of course he'd give her the book back she needed to do the reading, after all, and she'd already had to borrow a friend's for tonight. But she would see in the morning whether he would report her, give her the pictures back, or accept the subtle advance. Nora always had loved a challenge, especially when it came to older men, but she'd never tried seducing a teacher before. Two therapists, a doctor, her minister, a friend's rabbi, and a former boyfriend's dad--all middle aged men bored with their marriages and looking to feel young again--had all fallen for her far too easily and had bored her quickly and besides, she didn't see them every day. Boys her own age bored her even more quickly but were easier to get for quickies, and college boys though equally boring were always up for something a bit kinkier. One guy in the Delta Phi fraternity had once paid her to crush his hand with a stiletto and whip him with a belt buckle side out and she'd been surprised at how much she'd liked it every few months he called her, complaining of not being able to find another girl like her, and she'd go over and do it again for a couple hundred bucks. But a teacher though...a teacher was someone she saw every day, someone who would have to hide it every single day even after class, someone with whom breaking taboos would be even riskier and therefore more fun. And if he fought her, fought his attraction to her...well, so much the better. When she wasn't immediately taken to the principle's office in the morning Nora took it as a good sign. She either had Mr. Marintine or he just wasn't a snitch, and both were good news for her. The hours seemed to crawl by, even through lunch, as she waited for seventh period. She even slipped into the girl's room after sixth period to slip off her bra and stuff it into her backpack. The white blouse was still drawn rather tightly across her breasts without it, and the day had been chilly and rainy, seeping into classrooms. Perfect. Her heart fluttered as she stepped into the classroom Oh thank God! she breathed, spotting the book on Mr. Marintine's desk and taking it. I couldn't find it anywhere, I thought I left it on the 49 last night! I ah, I actually borrowed Jenny's book, she motioned to Jenny Driscoll, who was just entering the room and from whom she actually had borrowed the book. I wasn't looking forward to having to buy a new copy though. Thanks so much, Mr. M! She smiled brightly before returning to her seat while he began the lecture. Nora almost didn't want to open the book, wanted to savor the moment. But open it she did. The photos weren't there. She flipped back and forth through the pages several times, making sure he hadn't found them and put them back in a different spot, but no the Polaroids were gone. Nora had to bite the insides of her cheeks to stop the grin. Instead she raised her eyes to the teacher with a new sort of smolder hidden in them. All that was left to do was to wait and see if he said anything to her about the pictures.