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Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Dean never really knew why he went back. It wasn't as if he'd forgotten anything, and even if he had, it couldn't have been anything he needed over break. He guessed it was just he was sick of the others. You should have seen her go red, Sandi was screaming with delight at Bianca. Everyone knows when her bra's giving her fits, and there's not a thing she can do about it. And she can hardly send me to the principal, can she. Or she'd have to stand there and discuss how she was fiddling with her bra - imagine what a dweeb she'd feel! It's those gigantic mazoomas she's got, giggled Bianca. She's forever having to haul it up when they slip out of it, or pull it down when the underwire cuts her. He was sick of them making fun. He returned to the class, simply wanting to be by himself. He expected it to be deserted. As he approached the open door, he was amazed to hear soft sobbing coming from inside. At first, he planned to quickly go back the way he'd come, but curiosity got the better of him. Why was someone crying in there? And then, when he poked his head round the door, his jaw dropped. There was Miss Kurayami, sitting at her desk, her head down in her hands, her shoulders shaking. A wailing nose was breaking the silence. He should have left. Backed out, and left her to her privacy. But some instinct told him this was... well, it was a kind of test. If he didnt try and help her now - He'd be as bad as the rest. Sure, he'd done his share of teasing her in the past. Accidentally slipping her skirt up with a ruler, so the rest of the class saw her panties. Giggling, and deliberately using words with bra' in them, like Brazil or Braid, just to embarrass her. Asking questions that forced her to reach up and point at something high on the board, so her bra would ride up or her blouse come untucked, or her skirt hike up and show more leg than she wished. But those were only school pranks. He'd never known they hurt her this much. The thought struck him - idid she spend every break crying in private, like this?i Miss Kurayami? He said, not even sure where he was going with it. Hey, don't get upset. Sandi's just stupid. He wondered what he could say next. Urm - like, it isn't your fault your bra was... he stopped suddenly. That would probably only embarrass her more. I think she's just jealous of you, he said, leaning against the wall. Because you're so pretty.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

She had just started to calm down when she remembered something else that upsets her. It was always like that, whenever she got upset she started spiraling down and down further. Getting more and more upset until she was the sobbing mess that Dean found her in. She immediately started to try and clean up her make up and stop the flow of tears. And, of course, she was blushing furiously at having been caught crying. He was even mentioning her bra mishaps, oh god, she wanted to crawl into her skin and disappear. He was even saying her name!! Please, please don't mention the bra thing... I know it happens, I know you all make fun of my breasts... I can't help it, I can't afford the good ones that fit properly. What are you talking about? Jealousy? Your so ridiculous, they aren't jealous, they think I'm a freak. You think I don't hear them? She sniffles some more, and looks at him apologetically. Your jokes were cute and a little funny at least... They're just being hurtful... Her blush deepened as she admitted she liked his attention. Pretty? He called me pretty... Huh... She smiled weakly at the thought. She looked up at him, her lush lips curving up into a beautiful smile. I don't usually cry like this, here. But, today, well, it's just particularly unbearable today... Sandi, she's such a horrible girl. She started blushing again, talking to her student like this. The known playboy. I can't believe I'm telling you all this... You probably think I'm even more of a freak now... I'm probably going to have to leave this school now... She started sobbing again, her shoulders shaking and heaving. She took a few minutes to calm down again, thinking it over in her head. If he really was one of those asshole students, he would have laughed at her crying and left to laugh it up with the other students. She looked up at him again, delicately, from beneath her lashes. Would you be uncomfortable, or weirded out, by me asking you to let me 'cry on your shoulder'? She asked quietly, not sure why she was picking this moment in time to be the slightest bit bold, with only a faint trace of blush creeping up her cheeks. If you don't mind, please, please don't call me Miss Kurayami, she cringed as she said her own name, it doesn't match who I am at all. Please call me Sianna. She smiled at him tentatively, her lower lip trembling slightly, in a very pathetic and cute manner.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

He stood there, with his arms open. Sianna. That's kind of pretty. It suits you. He could see what an effort she was making. Like someone who had never opened up before. Someone learning how to give, You could cry on my shoulder anytime you like. It was as if their roles had been reversed. That she was the adolescent, and he was the adult. That it was his job to protect her, look after her. It was a good feeling, but frightening. Here, stand up. He was faintly surprised that she obeyed immediately. Almost as if she had been conditioned to doing what she was told. No, not that way, he said, turning her so that her back was to him. He'd noticed that the tail of her blouse was coming loose, and he pushed the excess material back into the waistband of her skirt. Then he turned her around, and tucked her in at the front as well. He'd never done this to a woman before - it felt more intimate than the kissing and petting he'd done with girls his own age. He wanted to kiss her desperately, but something in him was holding off...
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

She blushed a little more when he complimented her first name, happy that someone else liked her name she doesn't like her last name. She let out another sob quietly, happy this time, when he said that she could cry on his shoulder. Standing up, a little surprised, but not totally, at his command, she blushed a deep crimson as she felt him fixing her clothing, realizing that it was very intimate. She couldn't help but smile a very goofy, childish grin at his ministrations. She liked very much being looked after. When he had finished tucking in her shirt, she thanked him by hugging him quickly, but tightly, around his ribs. When she pulled away, she looked up at him, blushing slightly at her boldness. Thank you, Dean... I won't lie, I never thought you for the caring type, not like this. I've noticed that you stand up for some of the more outcast types. But, thank you listening to me... She looked up at the clock and decided she was going to call in sick for the rest of the day. I'm going to go home, for the rest of the day, I'll see you tomorrow, thank you again. She smiled at him again, no trembling lip or faltering gaze this time, just an extremely grateful smile. Blushing again as a thought crossed her mind, she wrote something quickly on a scrap of paper, handing it to him, squeezing his hand gently, not in a sexual or expectant way, just a friendly squeeze. And then she clumsily began gathering her things to go home. On the note Call, if you need anything, if you need to talk or you just want someone to listen and get away too. I swear I'm not one of those rapist teachers who preys on her unwilling students. Haha. Please don't be afraid to come to me with anything. 1xxxxxx-7609 When he had looked up from her note, she was already on her way out of the classroom.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

It had been a confusing day for Dean. After all, it isn't every day one hugs a teacher, not to mention tucking in her clothing. And when one does, for them to give you their phone number is hardly the response you'd expect. Dean decided to say nothing about the incident to any of his peers, simply transferred the number to his cellphone under the innocuous AK, in case anyone else got hold of his phone. As for her being a rapist teacher - well, that was impossible even if she wanted. One thing he definitely wasn't - when she'd hugged him, with the top of her head just under his chin so that he could smell her hair, those beautiful breasts pushing against him, he'd felt instant lust. He wanted to take her, there and then, on her desk or the floor. Or both. The next morning, as he took his seat, he watched her carefully as she entered. Waiting for her to notice the single praline he'd slipped under the pile of textbooks, wrapped in a second sheet of paper with from D written on it. he was getting it bad, he knew. It had been all he could do to prevent himself writing her name, surrounding it with hearts, like some lovesick schoolgirl with a crush on a movie star. Sianna. Sianna. It was like a refrain, haunting his dreams, his thoughts. When Sandi leaned against his locker and tried to flirt with him, it was Sianna's beautiful, helpless eyes that replaced hers. And when she deliberately leaned forward, so that he could see down her tank top, he desperately wished it was Sianna's voluptuous breasts that were revealed, rather than Sandi's tiny buds. So he waited, a massive boner distorting the front of his jeans, hope in his eyes, as she entered the classroom in her usual hesitant way, her slightly nervous placatory expression in place as usual. Was it his imagination, or did she glance just slightly in hi s direction as she entered, just for a micro-second? He gave her a small wink, and smile, so quickly that no-one else could possibly have noticed. His eyes were bright with desire.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Walking into the classroom with her usual quiet and reserved manner, she glances quickly up at Dean, before she reigns in her gaze, not wanting to be obvious. She had opted for simply wearing a bathing suit top today, it offered a fair amount of support and the best part was, no underwire! She had a beautiful black button up shirt on today, wearing her regular pencil skirt. Her hair was tied loosely in a messy bun at the base of her neck, perfect for grabbing onto. She also wore her regular black 3 inch strappy stilettos. She looked down at her desk, seeing the single praline and note. She couldn't help but blush happily as she smiled beautifully. She had seen him smile and wink at her, which had, admittedly, coloured her cheeks slightly, not enough for anyone but him to notice she was sure. None of her students usually noticed that she had even entered the classroom until she tried to start talking, and even then she had to wait for the back rows to quiet down. She sighed gently as the class quieted down for the most part, and she wondered again for the umpteenth most time why she chose to be a teacher. She began teaching her lesson as usual, teaching the dull boring theory, answering the even duller and dumber questions her students asked. She wasn't sure if they were actually that slow or if they were just testing her patience. Throughout her entire lecture her eyes would drift towards Dean, and should would either smile happily or blush slightly. She successfully managed to make sure no one caught on to just who she was looking at, although she hoped desperately that he did. As the bell rang and the students rushed the class door, she went down to her desk, left the door slightly ajar this time, and picked up the praline. She looked at it sweetly for a minute before smiling and popping into her mouth, moaning quietly and lightly at the wonderful rich taste. She was very proud of herself, she had managed to go the entire class with only making one small adjustment of her bathing suitbra, and a small one at that. So she began daydreaming about nothing in particular, hoping Dean would stop by, so she could thank him for the candy.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Dean watched Miss Kurayami - or Sianna, as he'd been calling her in his imagination ever since she'd told him her name - carefully. He pretended not to react when the whole class ignored her, Sandi making a particular point of chatting loudly as if she hadn't even noticed her teachers' entrance. When he winked at her -so fast and casual he could have passed it off as something in his eye - he saw her blush. So yesterday hadn't been just some fantasy, or some aberration that she'd forget as soon as she got herself together. She was wearing another tight skirt, and a black blouse which, to his disappointment, was perfectly tucked in. He tried to tell himself she'd made a special effort for him, but deep inside knew it was unlikely. A student having the hots for a teacher, yeah. But a teacher - even one as obviously lonely as Sianna - having feelings for a student. Not outside of dreams! And yet he'd seen the blush. The lecture proceeded, with students deliberately asking stupid questions, in the usual efforts to fluster her. For once, he bra seemed to be staying in place, and she made only the slightest of tugs at it - and that so fleeting that she might just have been scratching her shoulder. He found his gaze drawn hypnotically to her legs whenever she sat down and her skirt crept up. And when she was facing the class, he had to deliberately look across at other students, to avoid his eyes fixating on her gorgeous, massive boobs! Twice, she made eye contact, giving a small half-smile, and on the second time he winked again. The next time her glance strayed across to him, she blushed. Dean would have liked to have approached her after class - if only to see if she'd guess who the chocolate was from - but he was doomed to disappointment. Sandi deliberately hung back, when the bell went for break, fussing with her books, in a manner that said she was going to be the last to leave. He could not hang around without making it obvious, so he contented himself with texting Someone looks real sexy in black today on his cellphone and sending it to her number! he hung around for ten minutes or so, idly kicking a soccer ball about with some guys he knew, then judged it safe to go to the class. Sandi would not waste her break inside. As he approached the door, though, he could hear Sandi talking. ... no right to give me that detention. It was just a joke - you should be grateful someone does joke with you! Everyone else thinks you're too much of a loser to bother with. Well, I'm not gonna turn up for it or do the assignment, and there's nothing you can do about it. And if you try and give me any more extra work, I'll pull your skirt down in front of the class - like I did with that Shelby Travis, who tried to steal my boyfriend last year. 'cos I'm not scared of you, and I know you're scared of me. And everyone knows it. So you just better back off. You got that? or do those huge tits of yours sap all your brain strength? Dean waited, hiding behind the lockers, to see how Sianna would deal with this.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Checking her phone as the bell rang, she saw the text from Dean. Blushing as she read the text she had her back to the class, she nuzzled her phone sweetly, happily, not sure what to say back. Turning around, her face did the opposite of her normal reaction and drained of colour as she saw Sandi in the room still. When she started going off on her, she took deep breaths, in an attempt to control her anger, fear and upset. She still had some confidence from Dean's antics in the class, she held onto those desperately. Being nervous, she reached up and scratched the back of her neck, which unfortunately showed the strings of her bathing suit, revealing her new found secret to Sandi, by accident. She still hadn't said anything in retort to her taunting yet. She squared her shoulders and started speaking, trying to hide the fear that she had pointed out, with unfortunate accuracy. You were in the wrong. You disrupted the class. That does in fact deserve punishment, which I am allowed to, and will be, enforcing if you to do if you don't listen to me. Unfortunately for Sianna she was shaking, and very obviously not in control of the situation. She turned to do something on her desk, which allowed Sandi the opportunity to pull on the strings of her bathing suit top. Feeling her suit, for lack of a better word, collapse away from her chest, she let out a gasp of surprise and upset. Tears sprang to her eyes as she turned around, pointing to the door. Get out. All she could muster was those two words, and she was all but pushing her out of the class then. Not wanting Sandi to see her cry, it would only further enable her.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Still hidden behind the lockers, Dean watched as Sandi emerged, a huge smile on her face as she was collected by a group of her friends. Ya wouldn't believe it, Sandi laughed. The crazy bitch was wearing a bikini top instead of a bra. Probably can't buy one to fit her. I saw the string, and I untied it, and the whole lot fell down. There's no way she can get it done up again without taking her blouse off, so she'll have to walk to the bathroom which her tits drooping down to her knees. She accepted the high-fives of her friends, giggling. I don't think I'll hear any more about that detention, somehow! What a load of crap thought Dean. Even Sandi would hesitate to undress a teacher in class. Obviously she was just trying to big-note herself. He waited until the girls had gone on their way, sidled out from behind the locker and entered the class, hoping he might hear what had really happened. And there, he saw Sianna, a panicked expression on her face, her eyes again brimming with tears. Her previously immaculate blouse was untucked at the back, and her hands were up it, fumbling with something behind her back. Here, beautiful one. Let me... he said, softly, standing behind her. Swiftly though he was shaking, slightly he found the loose strings and re-knotted them. Then, an impulse took him, and he reached around to her breasts and jiggled them, to resettle them back into place as he'd seen women do when putting on a bra. Whether from surprise or shock, she made no objection, and he took his time, then he pushed her blouse back into the waist of her skirt, and tucked it back in neatly. OK, now, talk to me, he said, still softly. What's going on?
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Hearing Dean speaking behind her she took in a sharp breath. She wanted to crawl in a hole and hide, this is second time he's seen her cry in as many days. She blushed and smiled despite herself when he called her beautiful. When she felt him tying her suit back up she stood still trying to collect herself to talk to him. She moaned quietly when he touched her breasts, blushing more. She sighed softly and sadly when he let go of her breasts to tuck in her shirt. She turned back to look at him when he was done, whispering and smiling a small thank you at him. She stayed after class, and after I read the text you sent me and made a bit of a stupid scene.... She blushed and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. She came up to the front and started telling me off! A student telling a teacher off... Can you believe it? It's ridiculous... She started pacing meekly now. She started saying all these horrible things, and when i finally get a back bone to stand up for myself, thank you by the way, i get it squished right away, she threatens to collapse into tears again, I'm starting to think there's no point in even trying to stand up for myself. I have to enforce that punishment though. I'll just have to stop wearing skirts for a bit... She trails off as she thinks worriedly about Sandi's threat. She locks the door to the classroom and looks up at Dean meekly. She walks over to him and puts her head hesitantly on his chest. Slowly she lets her arms snake around his waist and lets her curvy voluptuous body form to his, her chest pressing against him, her legs a little twined with his.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

A guy who loves you just the way you are he says... She repeats to herself quietly, savoring the feeling of his fingers on her trembling lips. God how she wanted him to take her. She found herself fawning over him, feeling very much like a student in love. Oh... Touch me... Feel me, squeeze me, hold me again! Please Dean...! Wishing silently to herself, she's startled from her thoughts as she hears the door rattling. She's about to answer Miss Fleisch's annoying voice when she sees Dean put a finger to his lips. Sianna stays quiet as she watches her man Can I really think like that?! think so quickly on his feet. She realizes what he's doing and starts fixing her appearance. She tries to calm her blush down, but her thoughts won't change, so the burning in her cheeks won't go away. Having everything set, except her trade mark blush, she stands near the door, waiting to be 'freed'. Sianna had been laughing when Dean had opened the door, but seeing him fall into Miss Fleisch's arms, sent a new feeling down her spine and curling into her stomach. She was angry. She wanted to hit, of all people, Miss Fleisch, although it was in no way her fault. Her anger and jealousy burned away all the warm happy blush that had settled on her cheeks. Thank you for opening the door Dean. You needn't worry about your grades either, you're doing well in my classes. If you'll excuse me, as Miss Fleisch pointed out, I'm late for my duties. She sniffed and snipped a little cooly as she walked past the pair of them. She couldn't understand how she had gotten so jealous over someone she wasn't dating. Not knowing what to do, she went to the bathroom, cleaned up her eyes, which were tearing up again already. Sending a text to Dean, that simply read I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, or what's happening she continued on her way to her duty class.
Thread: Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Sianna had checked her e-mail when she got home. She was still staring open mouthed at her computer screen, her cheeks heating up slowly. She couldn't believe it, this was like a date almost, wasn't it? She typed out goodbye, several times on her phone, always deleting it before she even came close to the send button. Sure, relationships are frowned upon here, but its not like we'll go to jail for it... She looked up the address again, tapping a pen against her lush lips. What the hell!! I'm gonna go for it!! She says out loud to herself. Smiling happily, she blushes and prints off the directions, planning on driving there. She giggles at her boldness. She didn't even think of texting goodbye for the rest of the night. She kept beaming and smiling as she tried on different things to wear the next, constantly breaking into happy little giggle fits. Oh god... I'm such a little kid sometimes. She laughs happily to herself. The next morning she woke up fairly early and went for a nice run, to really wake herself up. Showering, she was still grinning happily. She put her hair up and started getting dressed. She had decided on wearing nice black jeans, another black button up blouse. She blushed when she remembered his comment about her in black. Leaving a few buttons undone at the top, just enough to cover her black laced bra, she put on a simple cross necklace. She put her hair up in another loose messy bun, simple make up and cute heels. Pulling into a parking lot near the cafe she ha another giggle fit in her car before she composes herself and climbs out. Looking at her phone she checks the time. 945am. Shit... I'm early. What do I do? Maybe I can just sit and wait quietly... He probably won't even be here yet... Head down, she walks in quietly, orders an apple cider with caramel and heads to a table in the back. She's quite happy that people don't recognize her here, and that her bras not acting up right now. Her drink arrives and she starts flipping through a magazine and sips at her drink waiting for him.