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

Luckily for Mark, he managed to restrain himself from doing anything lewd while looking at the picture he had of Talia, but the same couldnt be said for while he was at home. He had gotten to greet his wife, Emily, who was in the process of making dinner. She was a beautiful woman, a little bit younger than he was, with long golden hair and soft green eyes. Soon after they were eating dinner and watching TV with each other, they went upstairs to go to sleep. His wife was an exceptionally deep sleeper, but Mark always took a bit longer than usual to become sleepy. He pulled out the items from his pants-pockets, and saw the photo of her again. Fuck. Mark leaned back into the bed, slowly stroking the thick, hard manhood that came to life for her. It felt so fucking good, but he knew it was wrong to do this with a picture of his student! What the fuck is wrong with me . . . he whispered, gripping the hot shaft tighter and faster as he looked at Talia, imagining that she was naughtily fingering herself, getting oh-so-wet between her luscious, toffee-colored thighs. He didnt last for long, and came so hard, toes curling and back arched, leaving thick ropes of cream all over his chest and chest for him to clean up and go to bed. The next day was largely uneventful, though he did have the guilty pleasure of seeing Talia for class, the memory of jacking off to her still burning ferociously in his minds eye, and the desire to do it again. After school, as he was grading more papers, she came in with a lovely, excited smile. He smiled back at her and finished grading the essay in front of him, then looked up to her as she came over. As he slid her paper towards him, Mark had gotten the lovely, subtle smell of her perfume, something he didnt notice before. He fought to hide the shiver down his spine, and his eyes from glancing towards her open shirt, and kept his focus on the paper. Ah, all right, um . . . The structure looks amazing, as always, but you need to work on your introduction paragraph. You tend to come on a bit strong, so I recommended easing a bit into the subject before hitting the next paragraph, he said, making little notes on the paper. And the books you found for sources I really dont know why the principal hasnt updated the library, it has irrelevant information, but he hasnt listened to me yet. In the meantime, I have the correct books at my house, so tomorrow Ill bring them in and you can have them for the time being, okay? Last edited Feb 25, 2019
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

You think I come on too strong? She pouted prettily and leaned her chest very slightly towards him. There's nothing wrong with having strong opinions. But... Her breasts swelled a little as she heaved a sigh, I suppose some better transition sentences and word choice would ease you into it a little better. I think you just have a problem with strong women, Mr. H, she added, grinning and nudging his arm playfully with her hip. When he suggested he bring in books for her tomorrow she giggled. Tomorrow's Saturday, she reminded him. I could come pick them up though? Or maybe we could take a little field trip to the city library? It would have been better to ask him later, but Talia was nothing if not able to improvise. She flipped to the last page and pointed. What about the conclusion? Do I finish off in a way that leaves you satisfied? Talia looked down at him innocently. I'm always concerned about whether the end is as good as the beginning.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Trust me, I dont have a problem with strong women, especially ones that already have a hang of it at your age, Mark replied, sucking in his cheek to distract himself from her subtle but accidental movements - or, so he thought, wanting to assume the best in Talia. But if you do it too often, you risk scaring the reader away. So ask more questions, give suggestions to what the reader should think about, that sort of thing. When she pointed out his mistake, he clicked his tongue and sighed, running his temples. Tch, right, Saturday. I could bring them on Monday, he muttered embarrassingly. The thought of Talia at his house or taking her to the city library made him uneasy not because he didnt want to, but because he wanted more time with her. For purely educational reasons, of course. Im not sure doing that is appropriate, Ms. Dean. Teachers and pupils arent supposed to mingle outside of school, he said, before she asked him about the ending of the paper. He tried to ignore the seemingly-innocent way she was speaking, thinking that it was him that was twisting her words into euphemisms. No, youve done a wonderful job on the ending. You have the same intensity that you have at the beginning, but intense is good here. Just work on your introduction, and all should be good.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

They weren't talking about the paper anymore, obviously. But she'd heard him loud and clear she was going to make him too nervous to be alone around her if she kept pushing, so she continued to pretend she didn't know how many double entendres were laced into her speech. Instead she nodded and leaned on the corner of his desk. I can make suggestions, she agreed before reminding him that it was Saturday. Talia forced a blush when he turned her down, citing inappropriate appearances. Normally she would push, but she was about to do plenty of that. No point in heaping it all on at once. Besides, that might risk her act of innocence. Sooooo go gentle and ease the reader into it, she said slowly, take control in the body, then finish with intensity. Got it. She nodded firmly, pleased with her barely-disguised euphemisms. Sounds good! Thanks for going over everything with me, Mr. Hadleigh. She took her essay back and took her time bending over to put it away, the very hem of light panties against her dark ass just barely visible if Mark leaned a little to the left. When she straightened, she took a look at the clock and frowned. Crap... The buses have stopped running already, and my mom and stepdad are both at work. She looked out the window at the pouring, freezing rain and heaved a heavy, resigned sigh. This is gonna be a long walk. Talia hefted her bag up onto her shoulders, hung her head morosely, and turned to the door. She took her time to give him time to decide, but no sense in going too slowly, lest he overthink it and change his mind.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Mark attempted not to visibly look embarrassed, but at her words about controlling the body made him look up to the ceiling with a look of exasperation. Why the hell did he have to word it that way? Exactly. Just follow my guidelines, and youll make a great essay, he said to Talia, looking over at her. She bent over, and the breath in his lungs was caught as he gazed at her pert, round little ass. He swallowed gently before looking away and standing up. The teacher was initially tempted to just ignore her plea, if only for the sake of his own sanity, but in his heart he knew that he couldnt just leave her out in the rain to get sick. Talia, hold on! he called after her, standing up and grabbing his bag, walking after her. Ill give you a ride, okay? He grabbed the umbrella by the door, and let her out first before closing it and locking the door, walking with her. His eyes continued to glance down at her before they reached the entrance, at which point he opened up the umbrella. Come on, Mark said, inviting her to be a bit closer so she wouldnt get soaked. After that, they rushed outside, hurrying to his car. He opened her door first before he ran around to jump in, tossing the umbrella in the back.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Mark had a hard time as it was just having Talia that close by when they left the classroom, but his eyes were unable to look away from her form as they descended the stairs. For a brief moment, he thought about how soft her breasts would feel in the palm of his hand, rolling a stiff nipple in between his fingers . . . he blinked slowly, shaking his head of the improper daydream. Thank you, he had said gratefully as she helped him with his bag, allowing him to get settled into the drivers seat. With a swift twist of the key, he started up the car, beginning to drive to Talias house as per her directions. Every once in a while, his gaze would flicker down over to her skirt, seeing how her thighs were teasingly peeking out from the fabric and nipples so boldly poking out from the thin shirt she wore. His tongue slightly licked the corner of his lips oh, to have that in his mouth. Once they arrived, Mark watched Talia with concern while she announced that she forgot her key, then rushed the front door. Talia! Hey, wait-! he tried to call after her again, about to offer his umbrella before she bolted. Frowning, he watched impatiently while she jogged around to the back of the house, tapping his foot on the bottom of the car. It was a few minutes before she came back, even more disheveled than before with the added benefit of being gloriously wet. The white fabric allowed him to see the dark flesh of her chest and the even darker portion of her nipples, and Mark had to tear his eyes away to behave himself. His hands tightened on the steering wheel if he werent a married man or her teacher, Marks hands would have already been on her, exploring every delicious inch of her young, innocent body. Sure, no problem, he answered, inhaling slowly to regain focus. Theres a nice diner around here. You can give your mother a call, and well grab a bite to eat, all right? Driving off once more, the pair arrived a few minutes later, turning into the parking lot of Frannys Diner. He parked as close as he could to the entrance, then retrieved his umbrella before getting out and running over to Talias door, offering a strong hand to her.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

That would be nice. Talia graced him with another grateful smile when he offered to bring her to a diner. Nights like these I'm usually on my own for dinner anyway, so it'll be nice to not be alone. Or scrounge for something to make. It didn't take long to get to Franny's. Talia was well acquainted with it, and when the weather was nice would walk there to meet friends for lunch or coffee. Mark took the umbrella and got out to come around for her. This was one of the advantages of the men she usually slept with when compared to boys like Martin Lennox she didn't have to waste time training men into basic manners. They already knew how to be gentlemen, how to treat a lady. It was usually just a matter of overcoming their deeply ingrained beliefs about male dominance in relationships and in the bedroom. She knew Mark probably had some of the same notions, but he seemed malleable enough that she wouldn't have to hurt him too often to get the point across. Thanks, she said, taking his hand and scooting out of the car. She still wasn't dry, and got critical looks from the hostess when she walked in next to this fine older man. But the hostess didn't say anything so neither did Talia. The booth was chilly against her wet clothes when she slid in, but it would all be worth it. She ordered a coffee, a burger, and a cup of soup and waited for Mark to order before turning her attention back to him. Have you ever had their milkshakes? she asked excitedly. Best ones I've ever tasted, I swear. And I've got a wicked sweet tooth. What about you, Mr. Hadleigh? She crossed one leg over the other knee, slowly running her foot up his leg before pulling it away, as though it were an accident of the close quarters of the booth. Do you like sweets?
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Mark was too distracted by the warmth of the diner to realize the dirty looks that the hostess gave them, closing his umbrella once again and shaking it dry before haning it up on the rack by the door. Sitting down across from her, the man looked over at their waiter, Burger and a beer, please, he said politely, glancing over at Talia with a sheepish smile. Its the weekend, all right? One beer wont kill me. Dont tell anyone. A raucous shiver ran through his legs when he felt her foot press against him, and had to shift in his seat to recover. He listened to her question before he nodded and shrugged. Yeah, I like sweets sometimes. But usually theyre a bit too much for me to handle, he replied, then decided to indulge himself. Excuse me? A vanilla milkshake, please. Do you want one, Ms. Dean?
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Talia held up her hands in mock defense, returning his smile. I didn't say anything. I mean, you're the one drinking in front of a minor so who am I to judge? she teased, adding a wink to reassure him that she really didn't care. She made a noise of derision and waved a hand when Mark claimed that sweets were a bit too much for him sometimes. I think you just haven't found the right sweet thing that's all. He offered her a milkshake and she thought for a moment before deciding on mint chocolate chip. I've got an adventurous pallet, she admitted with a shrug after thanking the waitress. Stick with me, Mr. H, and we'll have you trying new things and enjoying the spice of life in no time. Oh, thanks. This was directed at the waitress who came back with the coffee pot held at the ready until Talia moved her cup to the edge of the table. Three sugars later she was shivering a little as the coffee warmed her from the inside out. Shame we had school on a day like this, she said, looking out the window then back to Mark. I actually like these sorts of days. I like sitting on a porch swing all wrapped up in a nice cozy blanket with a good book and a hot drink, or even just being lazy and snuggling in bed all day. What about you? I mean, surely you don't just go to school, go home, grade papers, then do it all over again the next day?
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Mark was unable to forget what he told her earlier, about it being inappropriate that a teacher and student hang out after school. He was being hypocritical, but having Talia here scratched an itch he didnt know he had. The thought caused him to dig his thumb into the tabletop, rubbing it nervously before she spoke again of his hobbies. Oh, me? he inquired, looking up to consider her question. I suppose going home and watching TV with my wife on the couch, he answered. Right. His wife. The woman he loved, proposed to, swore an oath to. He reached over and played with his ring again, clenching his jaw. Or reading some adventure novels. Nothing special. A moment later, the waitress brought their milkshakes and Marks beer, setting them carefully upon the lacquered wood before leaving. He slid Talias over to her before drinking a bit of his. It was sweet, full-flavored, but not too overwhelming. Mm, thats really good, he commented softly, taking his beer and drinking a little bit. Aaaaand that is not. Eugh. His face contorted into one of disgust, but took another sip anyway. No sense wasting the money, right?
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

That's it? Talia raised an eyebrow when he described his evenings. What about the weekends, then? You don't like, go to clubs or movies? Hiking? Drives? The piece of ass was worth it, but she was going to have to get Mark out and teach him how to live again. Surely he wasn't the sort of guy who would have just sat at home, living vicariously through TV or books, before he got married. But the conversation was put on hold when their milkshakes arrived. Talia took hers and sipped it slowly, enjoying the drink. Told you, she said with a smile before wrapping her lips around the straw again in the same manner she had with her pen the day before. Mmmm...it's always so thick and creamy, she agreed before taking the straw out and licking the end of it. She laughed when Mr. Hadleigh winced at the bitter taste of beer. See? Always go for the sweets. She would have offered to finish it for him, but that would have tarnished her image as an innocent girl. So what else do you like to do? she asked. Mrs. Hadleigh had been on the tip of her tongue, but she decided to steer away from that topic. She wanted Mark to think as little of that bitch as possible. Looking down, she reached forward and put her hand over his gently but firmly. Other than fidget, she added with a giggle, pressing her hand over his to keep his thumb from digging into the table again, or fidgeting with his ring.
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Mark hesitated to elaborate. It was a problem with his marriage that he would rather not talk about, but it always bothered him to no end. I, ah, used to travel in my younger days, but since my marriage, we . . . stay home a lot, he admitted. Why the hell was he telling Talia, the school girl he continued to think about in ways that an older man shouldn't. I take fewer risks. His eyes focused on Talia as she drank the shake. Thick and creamy, in and out. Goddamn, he could only imagine her kneeling between his legs, and the thought made his manhood stir. Mark smiled, attempting to hide the implication he thought of. Yeah, really good quality, he replied, glancing out at the pouring rain. It was not letting up. Mark was snapped out of his thoughts as she laid her hands on his. He swallowed slowly, trying to work out how to add on to his answer with her soft, delicate hands on his. His heart was beating much more rapidly than before. It's not something I do , but something I'd like to do, but I want to go back to Europe. Italy, France, or Sweden, y'know, he answered, moving his hand away, only to reposition it so it was barely on top of Talia's. Emily doesn't want to, though, so . . .
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

The repositioning wasn't lost on her. Talia resisted the urge to reach over and pinch him for the impunity poor man didn't know the rules. She couldn't very well punish him for breaking the rules when Mark didn't even know he was playing. She was nothing if not fair, after all. She avoided drawing attention to the situation by looking down and instead kept eye contact while she lightly laced the very tips of their fingers the way he and Emily what a boring name! might have when they first started dating. Married men, Talia found, usually liked to be reminded at first of their relationship with their wife before they'd gotten married. Back when it was exciting. And if Talia could promise one thing, it was excitement. That's really a shame, she said sympathetically with a small frown. I always thought marriage should be about finding someone to be adventurous with you. I've never even been to Canada, but if I had the resources I'd jet over to Europe faster than you could blink. Or maybe the islands my grandma is from Kingston. But I've also heard that Sweden is beautiful, especially in the winter. Not like here. She glanced out the window at the rain, then back to him. Their food arrived along with the judgemental waitress and she applied light pressure to his fingertips--as though she would have squeezed his hand, had they been holding hands--before withdrawing her own fingers and picking up her burger. Mmmm... Is really tender, she informed him after taking a bite. So if you could only travel to one place, where would it be? Pretend you won the lottery, so money isn't an issue. Where would you run away to?
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Mark didnt respond to the part about being adventurous with your spouse. Now, the man was in a state of thought about why the relationship was like this. Truth be told, Emily was never one for adventure or excitement, even before they were married, and now it felt like he was chained to one place and couldnt get away, even for a little while. But why was Talia the one that dug these feelings up? Yeah, Europe is . . . beautiful. You know, theres a city just on the border of Italy and Switzerland called Lugano, and I swear that its so cold that I thought my fingers were going to break off, he replied with a wistful chuckle, a look in his eyes that subtly expressed that he missed it. Mark realized their hands the way they were, and quickly withdrew them after Talia had pulled hers away. Picking up his burger, he took a bite and enjoyed the perfect patty with the juicy lettuce, pickles and tomato. Mhmm, he agreed, then hearing her question. Anywhere, hmmm? Well, I suppose it would have to be Italy or Spain. I adored Rome, and I want to go back. And you, Ms. Dean? Where would you like to go?
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Talia laughed along at Mark's jokes, but noticed how quickly he had pulled his hands away. He'd talked before about getting scared off if she moved too quickly. Had she scared him off? Or simply scared him by making him really think about his marriage? Men were fraidy cats, she had found, and for all their talk were overly cautious when it came to a woman who was actually worth it. Still, she could tell she had found a chink in the armor. It shouldn't be hard to exploit. Nope, you can only pick one! she laughed when Mr. Hadleigh named Italy or Spain. Play by the rules, Mr. H. You can't just say you'll play a game then ignore the rules. She nudged him gently with her foot. He answered that he would go to Rome, then turned the question back around on her. Anywhere in the whole world? she asked, thinking. Nobody had ever asked her that before, and unless she asked her dad for something which she rarely did, out of principle she never had the resources to travel. Well Paris is supposed to be romantic, especially with the right company, here she held eye contact with him sightly longer than was absolutely necessary before taking another bite to allow herself time to think. But I'll let it's overrated, she concluded after swallowing. I'd probably go to Switzerland. If I could only pick one place. After a another bite and more thought she looked at him again. If you want to leave, why don't you just go? she asked. She let that sit for a long moment before clarifying, I mean, I know it's always nice to travel with someone, but surely Emily would understand that this was something you really wanted, right? Even if it meant going on your own? It's not fair for her to keep you from what you want.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

Sorry sorry, Ill play by the rules more often, he replied, taking another bite of his burger. This time, he didnt move his leg away when she nudged him with her foot, and looked back at her curiously as she considered his question. Paris is amazing. Great wine, food, and culture. You would love it, Talia, Mark said with a smile, gazing back at her eyes while she spoke. But, Switzerland is also good, if you can endure the biting cold. Just then, a thought entered his mind, and he knew for sure it wasnt a proper one. Mark thought about taking someone with him that wanted to go someone that would appreciate traveling as much as he did. He imagined how fun it would be to take Talia to France ironically, where the age of consent was only fifteen . . . exactly the age of Talia. He gulped at the thought of being in an place where it wouldnt be taboo, at least for a little while. I would love to, but its not as simple as that, Talia, he replied with a sad smile. I have to get the time off work, gotta plan it, and now . . . at this stage of my life, I want to someone else to experience it with me. He paused for a long moment before adding, Maybe I can get a friend or family member to go, if Emily lets me. But! You definitely need to go, Ms. Dean. Go on a group trip with your friends or beg your mom to take you, he said, trying to deflect the current conversation back on her. Not just to hide his own uncomfortableness, but also because he really wanted her to experience it.