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

and think of the risks hes taking. Think of the consequences, if they were to be caught. Rolling a piece of chalk around in the fingers of his right hand, Johnny Silverstone slowly walked from one side of the room to the other as he lectured to the high school class about the book hed recently assigned them to read. As he spoke, he let his eyes wander around the room, holding eye contact with each student for a short length of time before moving onto the next. He walked in between the rows of students, keeping them captivated, getting them to laugh every so often. Johnny was a good teacher. Most of his colleagues grew tired of teaching after just a few short years, but not him. After over a decade, he still found enjoyment in it. Though, of course, there were some trying moments. His eyes fell briefly on Mara, lingering there for just a moment before he moved onto look at another one of his students. Every time he saw her now, he couldnt help but think of the scene he walked into a week prior. He should have stopped it sooner. It wasnt that he didnt think to speak uphe definitely had, the moment he entered the gymnasium and saw a girl with her head in the lap of a boy. His mouth hung open to call out to them, and break it up, but his voice caught in his throat when he noticed those brown curls the boy was clinging to. Johnny wasnt entirely sure who he wasjust another kid. But those curls. He couldve recognized those curls anywhere. Seventh period, front row. Mara. He should have ended it, but there he stood, mouth still held slightly open, lips forming the beginnings of a word that never made it out. Johnny froze out of shock out of all of his students, Mara was probably the last person hed ever expect to be involved in something like this. She seemed so sweet, so innocent. Yet here she was the full, soft lips hed seen her curl into a shy smile so many times, now wrapped around the shaft of a cock. Moaning out in a voice hed only ever heard in class, softly speaking up to answer a question or two now and again. And when she turned to look up at himGod, the look on her face as she thoughtlessly wiped the boys seed off her chin and licked her fingers. Johnny could only stare back at her, wearing a similarly bewildered look. He remained there, feet planted on the gym floor, even after the two ran off. Mara was the sort of girl that every male teacher had to deal with now and again. The kind that you had to make a point of not looking at very often during class, lest you lose track of what you were lecturing about. Even with his best efforts, he still found himself sneaking glances at her now and againletting his gaze dip into her low-cut shirts, or run up her bare legs, hovering around the hem of her skirt. Quick, little peeks. Every time he did it, he felt a small pang of guilt. He and Sarah had been happily married for almost three years, after all. Plus, this was an underage teenager that he was leering at. That should have been more than enough to keep his eyes from wandering, butwell, it was hard not to steal a glance sometimes. And besides, there was no real harm in just looking, right? That may have been true when it came to sneaking second-long glances in the classroom, but not so much for standing in the back of a gymnasium for a few full minutes, watching one student suck off another. That was bad. Not just for Mara and her friendwhat shed done was grounds for a suspension, or perhaps even expulsionbut for Johnny as well. How would he look if he were to turn them both in, and they were to tell the principal that he stood there watching them in silence until it was all over? Not good. And besides, he didnt want any harm to come to Mara. She was a good student, after all, and that little incident couldve ruined her academic career. In the days that followed, though, Johnny realized that he couldnt ever look at her in the same way again. Though he still found himself looking at her nonethelesseven more than he had been before, in fact. It was making teaching increasingly difficult, especially considering the subject matter of the book hed recently assigned the class. It wasnt his first time reading it. In the past, he would talk at length to his class about the moral reprehensibility of Huberts actions. But as much as he hated to admit it, Johnny now found it easier to see things from the narrators point of view as he read through the book again. And every time he spoke the name of the books namesake, he found himself glancing in Maras direction. Even now, as he stood at the front of the class, he stared at that pen between those lips of hers. Johnny had never felt envious of a pen before. Not until that moment. As her gaze caught his, he quickly glanced away as well, making a fist with his left hand. With four fingers curled around his thumb, he grazed his thumbnail back and forth against the hard metal of his wedding band as he went on speaking. Thankfully, it wasnt much longer until the bell rang, and his class quickly packed up their things. They were all eager to leave it was the last class period of the day, after all. All right, all right, everyone, he spoke, even as people stood to hand in their assignments and make their way out of the room, Essays up front, make a pile on the table. Be sure to read the next thirty pages for tomorrows class. He turned to the board to write down the assignment in chalk. When he turned back to face the now half-empty classroom, his eyes first went to Maras desk. She was gone, but shed left her book behind. With a sigh, he walked toward the front row and reached for it. Hed return it to her tomorrow. Slipping it off of the desk, a single rectangle of glossy paper fell from between the pages, flipping through the air a few times before landing face-down on the floor. Picking it up, he turned the photograph overand quickly pressed it to his chest to prevent anyone else from seeing it, once hed recognized what he had in his hand. Johnnys cheeks burned bright red. As soon as the last student had left his classroom, he quickly pushed the door shut, and only then allowed himself to left the photo from the white fabric of his shirt. It was a picture of a girl from behind. She was leaning forward, and the hem of her skirt had ridden up to reveal her panties, exposing half of her ass. Even from behind, the head full of tight, dark brown curls left him know exactly who the subject of the photo was. Inside Maras book, he found more. Eyes studied each picture. This was too much. What was a sixteen-year-old girl doing with photographs like this? Did she leave them here intentionally? Or maybe they were meant for someone else, and she happened to forget them in her book. Regardless, this had gone far enough. He had to tell someone. The principal, for starters. Maybe the guidance counsellor. The main office was just at the other end of the hallway. Johnnys eyes went to the closed door againbefore being drawn back down to the photos in his hand. The next day, just before seventh period, Johnny sat at the long, wooden desk at the front of the room. There was a mess of papers, pens, and different books on top of it, but his eyes were fixed on the top drawer. Hed been in that drawer several times that daymostly between classes and during lunch. But now, it was closed. As students filed into the room, Johnny lifted his head just as the person hed been waiting for entered. Mara? He called her over to his desk as other students found their seats. You left something behind yesterday. Opening that top drawer, he slid out her book and pushed it towards her once she was standing in front of him. Im guessing that you may have found it a little difficult to do last nights assignment without this, he said with a small smirk. He spoke to her in the same way he always didin the same way he spoke to all his students. But behind that friendly confidence, Johnny hid a deep nervousness. Gesturing to her desk with his head so that shed take her seat, he stood up and walked to the front of the class, beginning the days lecture. As he spoke, he didnt dare look towards the girl again. Ultimately, Johnny decided not to report her. Even so, he was ashamed to look at her now that she had her book backbecause that was all he had given her. Just the book. The photographs sat in a neat pile, face-down in that top drawer of his desk.