Thread: Meeting Mara (aouser66 / Madam Mim)

The only use Mara Hendricks had for her fifth period math class was the teacher. Her mother had forced her to take Analytics and Statistics to pad her college application, as though Mara had any intention of going to college, and from the looks of it she was one of only three juniors in the class. She did well enough to get by, but certainly didn't put forth effort enough to be considered excelling. But when her mom had set her mind to something there was no talking her out of it, and now Mara wasn't entirely certain she minded. It was an elective math course for those who wanted to bother, and as such it seemed as though the class were made up mostly of other girls. It wasn't hard to see why. Aiden Steele was one of the newer teachers. He'd only been here maybe two or three years and though Mara had seen him in the hallway she had never had an opportunity to interact with him. It was the middle of October now, and after sitting in the front row for over a month he finally seemed to be noticing her. She had noticed him the first day of class, of course, and had decided by the end of the second day that she had to have him. It had been slow-going, but gradually she'd noticed his eyes drifting to her more and more. He stammered in the middle of his lecture as his eyes fell on her and she licked her lips and smiled in a friendly manner. It wasn't surprising, given what he'd seen on Tuesday... As Aiden cut through the gym to get back to his office he noticed to figures on the back of the bleachers. Students skipping class, obviously, but as he approached he froze. Mara, sweet, quiet Mara, had her head in Johnny Schatzmann's lap and it bobbed up and down in an unmistakable gesture. The boy moaned and resisted the urge to bury his hands in her hair--he'd gotten in trouble for that before--biting his lip and trying to keep his voice down. He didn't notice the movement at the other side of the gym, but Mara did and out of the corner of her eye she was able to identify that figure she had memorized so well by now. She was struck with a sudden urge to get this over with. Johnny had earned a reward for planting weed on Marissa Tomlinson then reporting her--served the bitch right--but she had never said it would be slow or worth savoring. It didn't take long to make him cum she knew just what made him tick and how to get it over with quickly or draw it out for hours. She lifted her head from his lap and wiped a bit that had dribbled onto her chin, licking it slowly off of her finger before pretending to notice the teacher for the first time. Her eyes went wide, her mouth formed an 'o' of surprise. Mr. Steele! There was swearing and scrambling and both students dashed out before he could say anything, leaving him only with the smell of Mara's perfume following after her...but he had stayed, and that was enough to tell her that she was close enough to pulling him in to start getting a little bolder. Mara cast her eyes down whenever Mr. Steele looked at her throughout the lecture, as though embarrassed. Neither of them had said anything to one another, and it helped to play the innocent school girl. The uniform certainly didn't hurt either, and keeping her knees slightly spread could always be put down to bad breeding. She sucked on her pen absently, wrapping her lips around the end and moving it slowly in and out of her mouth as though she didn't realized she was doing it and was merely thinking hard over the current problem set. In reality she was debating whether to leave the pictures she had found in her stepfather's drawer. Her mother had asked her to grab some change from his nightstand and there Mara had found a stack of Polaroids which didn't exactly surprise her...but he was old and fat and not worth her time. Mr. Steele, on the other hand... Fuck it, she decided. As the bell rang she accidentally left a copy of Lolita sitting on her desk, out in the open for Mr. Steele to find. Should he pick it up three Polaroids would fall out, taken of Mara in various states of undress. In one she was still in her uniform, bent over to pick something up in another she had just gotten out of the shower and her towel was slipping down, exposing the side of her breast and her flank but not much else in a third she was in the middle of undressing, her shirt unbuttoned halfway and hanging loosely around her breasts and exposed lacy bra. If Mr. Steele returned her book but not the pictures, she would know she had him.