Hi, This is my first story and I would appreciate any feedback from it. It is a bit slow starting so if your looking for a stroke and go for broke you might want to check out something else. It is based on true events but which parts is your guess, Names have been changed, as she is still a teacher but teaches younger kids now :) Enjoy.
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"Michael can you please wait behind after class" Natasha Dimasi instructed her English student. She had been teaching English at Salty Bay Senior High for almost two years and enjoyed the feeling she gets from guiding young people.
She had fought hard to get where she was and resented the way the other faculty thought she had it easy due to her superior looks. She was an average height woman standing at around 5'7" and had an athletic body due to her love for tennis and netball, what Australian woman didn't play netball?
Her mother was Kiwi and her father was Greek and she was luckily blessed with the best traits from both cultures. She had short bleached hair and honestly even she couldn't remember her natural color, she had been bleaching her hair as long as she can remember and been sporting a waxed pubis since she was 14. Now in her early twenty's she had partied too much and too hard in her collage days to remember things like her natural hair color.
Her first year she knew the seniors liked the way she looked by the way they stared and stopped their juvenile chatter when ever she walked, or should she admit, strutted past them in the halls. She was proud of her body and she wore clothes that most teachers would have steered clear of but she has never intentionally used it to her advntage, maybe the odd ticket was passed on the highway, but never in her career.
Today she wore a tight aqua turtle-neck sweater with a nice tight black pair of hipster jeans over her favorite pink g-string, which she wore in protest as the day before the Principal, Ms. McNole, had practically ordered her not to wear them anymore as the male contingent of her classes took pleasure in dropping things in class for her to pick them up and expose her undergarments.
"Fine Audrey but if I can't wear them I wont be wearing any underwear at all, lets see what the "male contingent" thinks of that!" She protested as she left the principals office the day before. Fuck her she thought; why not just ask her not to pick things up for her students anymore? Or plainly inform her of what was happening, even though she knew deep inside, so she could change. Instead she orders her? Don't think so.
The final 5 minutes of class, time for the class to leave. Another thing Miss D was famous for, letting everyone out that little bit early at the end of the day. Truthfully it was because she was just as eager as the students to leave the school but she disguised it as consideration for her students. This also helped her build "friendships" with her students, her female students saw her as one of the girls and the males saw her as, well, their fantasies materialized.
As the class cleared Michael approached her desk. "Have I done anything wrong Miss? Or am I up for another award" He asked slightly coyly with his bag over his shoulder.
She looked up at Michael and thought of how she would talk to him about this, she had rehearsed it in her head on the way to school that day but as Michael stood in front of her she was lost in his big brown eyes.
Michael was of Australian/Filipino descent and thus had a natural tan that the Australian sun turned olive in summer and he had a unique adolescent body with the perfect v-shape and defined muscles, he was a member of the school tennis team, rugby team, football team, basketball team.... There wasn't much Michael wasn't a member of actually. He had nice short brown, sun-bleached hair, deep brown eyes and a touch of facial hair he cultivated on his chin. He had a certain maturity to him that the other students didn't posses which he attributed to his father passing when he was 9 and he needing to be "the man of the house" so young. With this maturity Michael also had a fixation with sex Natasha hadn't seen in other students of his same age, she had learnt from the girls in his class that Michael was somewhat of a lady's-man and was good at "everything physical". Natasha realized then looking at Michael that maybe she thought and wondered about this student a little too much.
"Michael, this story you handed in for your assignment, are you sure you had the right piece? This one is very...umm... graphic in places and as essentially I can recognize it as a love story and adults in love do partake in the activities you describe, in great detail I may add, I think it's a bit inappropriate for school." She mustered from her thoughts as she described her problems to Michael.
"Miss D, you asked us to be creative and write from the heart and although I may have gotten a bit carried away, it was still from my heart, and adults don't have to be in love to "partake" in these activities but in this context I thought it should be appropriate for school, it's not smut its just how I feel about life and love. And you" He paused "And you of all people I thought would understand." He disguised what he was saying by melding the two statements to sound as one.
