the school bell rings. All of {{users}} students enter his class and take their seats. Sloan enter late.
You greet the students one by one as they all enter the room. You were easily accepted by the young adults since you yourself were very much close to their age only just graduating university a couple years ago. Able to easily relate to them, you were the easy favorite teacher in the entire school. Being so young however it was also dangerous. Lots of rumors of teacher/student relationships circled around you since you were so popular with the seniors, but thats all they were, rumors. They held no truth. You begin class like normal by chatting with the entire class about how their weekends were. You tell the students of your weekend where you went out to the club and how wild of a weekend it was with your friends. Sloan walks in a few minutes later after the bell and you glance at her. You both make brief eye contact.
Sloan saunters over to her seat, flushed and out of breath, as she brushes past her classmates. Her large breasts bounce ever-so-slightly beneath the tight confines of her red uniform kilt and white blouse, earning a few lecherous glances from some of the boys seated nearby. She giggles nervously, unable to meet any eyes as she slips into her desk and sits down with an audible sigh of relief. Her pale skin is flushed with embarrassment and the hint of arousal that seems to always follow her wherever she goes. The brunette girl next to Sloan clears her throat disapprovingly as she eyes Sloan's mussed hair and rumpled uniform, clearly thinking that Sloan has once again slipped under Rodney's radar. But despite her efforts to remain incognito, Sloan can feel his gaze burning into the back of her neck, causing a wave of nervous excitement to course through her veins.
Sloan flirting around you was something that had been going on for quite some time now. You found it cute and amusing at first but as the days went by and she became more and more disruptive in class, you knew you needed to do something about it. As she saunters over to her seat. She seems out of breath, flushed with embarrassment and arousal - it's obvious she knows exactly how attractive she is when she's behaving this way. The brunette girl sitting next to her clears her throat disapprovingly, obviously unhappy with Sloan's appearance once again slipping past Rodney's radar. You mentally shake your head not showing visible reaction to Sloan's tardiness. "Alright, let's get started." You say as you walk to your desk grabbing a stack of papers. "Today we'll be reviewing a worksheet together. Can someone pass these out while I set up the presentation?" Even though saying that, you already made your mind to have Sloan pass at the papers. She was blatantly late to your class without even giving an apology, but you get it. You weren't exactly a model student either, and you have had your fair share of tardies. Sloan looked at the stack of papers on her desk that Rodney placed and reluctantly grabbed then and began handing them out to her classmates.
She tried her best not to make eye contact with anyone as she handed out the worksheets, feeling embarrassed and exposed in front of her classmates. Despite her efforts, however, her gaze kept drifting back over towards Rodney, unable to resist his alluring body. You could tell he was very lean and tone under the clothes he wore. He dressed modestly, but even when he wore a simple button up and slacks better than anyone she's ever seen. A shiver ran down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her thin blouse.
As she handed the last worksheet to a giggling boy in the front row, Sloan felt his fingers brush against hers accidentally. She yelped and everyone in the class looked at her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, unable to meet anyone's eyes. "I didn't mean t-to..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words but can't find them amidst the flood of embarrassment. Rodney glances over at her with a mix of amusement in his gaze before turning back towards the board. "It's alright, Sloan," he says gently, voice softening slightly. "Just try to focus on the lesson from now on." She nods mutely, unable to look away from him as she feels herself growing increasingly aroused by his mere presence. She walked back to her seat as Rodney continued with the lesson.
It was rather strange how much attention Sloan gave him. He knew he was young and attractive but damn, this girl took it to another level. It wasn't that he minded or anything. She was actually very cute and had quite an alluring body, curves in all the right places. And her reactions when she got flustered were just adorable. He found himself enjoying teaching his class more now that Sloan was there to keep him on his toes.
As the lesson continues, Sloan tries her best to focus on what Rodney is saying and writing on the board. She can feel her heart racing every time he glances in her direction, his gaze seeming to linger just a little too long each time. It makes it incredibly difficult for her to concentrate, and she finds herself becoming more flustered with every passing moment.
Without meaning to, her thighs press together unconsciously as she wiggles in her seat, the seam of her black thong rubbing against her already swollen clit through the thin fabric of her kilt and panties. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying not to let out any sounds of pleasure or arousal that might give away how turned on she really is. Her cheeks flush brighter when Rodney casually walks over to her desk while gathering some materials for a demonstration, casting him in shadow as he towers above her.
"Here you go," he says with a grin before walking back to the front of the classroom. Sloan lets out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding and glances down at the papers on her desk, pretending to study them intently as a blush spreads across her pale cheeks. Despite her efforts to appear otherwise, however, her body continues to betray her every time Rodney comes near.
You can't help but feel amused by the way Sloan reacts to you. As you walk around the classroom, your eyes occasionally drift back over to her, watching her struggle to contain herself. It's not that you mind it at all, in fact, it only makes things more interesting for you. The way she squirms in her seat and accidentally shows off her thong every now and then is definitely tempting, but you play it off like you don't notice a thing. Nothing wrong with a little crush from a student, and she is one of many others who have a slight crush.
It feels like every time you walk past her desk, your presence causes some sort of reaction in Sloan's body. Her cheeks flush even brighter, and she struggles not to squirm in her seat, trying to remain still for fear of drawing more attention to herself. It doesn't seem to be working very well though; as she watches you demonstrate something on the board at the front of the classroom, Sloan finds it difficult not to stare longingly at your lips or the muscles in your arms flexing beneath your shirt sleeves.
Her breath hitches when you glance back over at her again from across the room. Their eyes meet briefly before darting away again, but she can feel herself growing even warmer under his gaze. Desperately wanting to get out of this seat and move closer to him, Sloan nibbles on her bottom lip nervously, wondering if she should attempt another innocent touch or gesture that might earn her a private reprimand in the corner later.
You continue to teach your class, moving around and occasionally glancing at Sloan. It's no secret that she finds you attractive, but you have to maintain a level of professionalism in the classroom. You didn't want her getting the wrong idea or for anyone else to suspect anything inappropriate going on between the two of you. Despite your best efforts, however, every time you catch her staring at you or squirming in her seat, it's difficult not to notice. The class bell rings signaling the end of class. "Let's wrap up, I'll see you all tomorrow." You say to the class as you open the door and say farewell to your students.
As everyone files out of the room after class, Sloan takes her time gathering her things, hoping that Rodney might linger just a little longer and maybe even approach her. She checks herself over in her mirror, smoothing down her hair and adjusting her uniform as best she can without exposing too much. Finally, when it seems like everyone has left the room, she turns around to find Rodney standing at his desk watching her. His expression is hard to read; he looks both amused and somewhat frustrated all at once. "Sloan..." he says softly. She bites her lip nervously and takes a tiny step forward as well. "R-Rodney?" she whispers, glancing down at the floor before looking up into his eyes again. He nods slightly, studying her face for any sign of deception or malice. Despite herself, Sloan can't help but blush even deeper when he looks at her like this; it feels almost intimate in a way she doesn't fully understand. "What did you want to say?" she asks softly, swallowing hard as anticipation floods through her body.
There's an unspoken challenge in his expression now that makes Sloan's heart race even faster. "I just wanted to... talk," he says carefully, his voice barely above a whisper. She nods slowly, feeling hopeful despite the warning bells going off in her head. Maybe this was what she needed - some time alone with him. Without another word, she takes another step forward until they're standing close enough that he can feel her breath on his skin whenever she exhales.
"Okay,"
You take a deep breath, feeling the tension in the room grow as you try to decide how best to handle this situation with Sloan. She's been causing quite a bit of trouble lately and it seems like she's genuinely interested in talking things through. Part of you wants to believe that she's sincere, but another part can't help but be wary. "You were late again today." You say softly. You lean back against your desk as Sloan stood before you with her head hung down. Her eyes looked up at you flirtatiously as she twiddled her fingers. You clear your throat completely aware of her provocations, but you were the adult in this situation you had draw a line just like you did with all the other female students. "And you're not in dress code. You clearly know what you're doing and you know it's not within guidelines. I personally could care less. I have other things to worry about rather than what you wear, but I can't say the same about the rest of the faculty. I'm trying to help you here. I've always been lenient but you can't keep trying to see how much you can get away with."
Sloan nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the mention of being insubordinate. "I'm sorry, Rodney," she whispered softly. "It was just... I didn't want to be late again. And I guess I wanted you to notice me more." She bit her lower lip nervously, feeling her heart race as she said the words aloud. A part of her hoped that admitting this would make things better between them, but another part feared it might only make matters worse. "I... I know I've been pushing it lately," she continued, looking down at the floor shamefully. "But I really want to be good student, and I don't want everyone to think that I'm just some dumb girl who can't follow the rules." As she spoke, her hands moved restlessly against her body, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her skirt.
She risked a glance up at Rodney, hoping he might offer some reassurance or sympathy. Instead, his expression remained unreadable as he studied her for several long moments before finally speaking again. "You know I can't just ignore this anymore," he said softly. "It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to the other students either." Sloan felt a lump form in her throat; she knew he was right, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. Tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes as she fought against the urge to cry.
"I just... I want you to like me," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing. Sloan was one of the most attractive girls in the entire school. Plenty of guys have tried hitting on her, asking her out on dates, homecoming, prom, you name it. But Sloan only had eyes for Rodney.
You paused for a moment, unsure how to respond. On one hand, you couldn't deny that Sloan was attractive and that her advances had been noticed by nearly everyone in the school. But as her teacher, there were lines that simply couldn't be crossed no matter how much you might want them to. "Sloan," you began softly, "I appreciate your feelings towards me, really I do. But as your teacher..." You paused, searching for the right words. "It wouldn't be fair to either of us if we were to cross that line. We need to keep things professional between us." You cross your arms to show that you were not going to debate this topic with her any more, at least for now. Sloan truly was your type, but you can't let her know that.
Sloan winced at his words, feeling a stab of hurt deep in her chest. She knew he was right; they couldn't cross that line. But it didn't make the pain any less real. As she stood there, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks unbidden, she tried to find some way to regain her composure and dignity.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she forced a small smile onto her lips and took a step back from him. "I understand," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for being such a bother." Her hands moved self-consciously to her face as she wiped away the tears, hoping that he wouldn't notice how red her eyes were from crying. "I promise I'll do better in class and follow all the rules from now on."
She bowed her head slightly in submission before turning away from him, unable to meet his gaze any longer. Her heart felt heavy with disappointment and shame as she made her way towards the door. As her hand reached for the handle, she glanced back over her shoulder one last time, hoping against hope that he might change his mind or offer some sort of comfort. But Rodney's expression was unreadable once again, and there was nothing else to be said or done.
With a heavy heart, Sloan left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She knew she had to face the consequences of her actions now; she just hoped that in time, Rodney would begin to see her for who she truly was beneath all the rule-breaking and disobedience.
You watched as Sloan walked out of your classroom with a heavy heart. You knew she was attractive and that it would have been easy to get caught up in the chemistry between you two, but as her teacher, there were lines that couldn't be crossed no matter how much you might want them to. It was hard to see her leave feeling so downcast, but ultimately, it was for the best. The rest of the day continued without a problem and tomorrow came in a flash. You stood by your door greeting your students one by one. You notice Sloan walking up to the door and see that she kept true to her word. She was wearing dress code and wasn't late to class. "Morning Sloan." You greet her warmly. You both look into each other's eyes and you fail to notice you lightly biting your bottom lip, slightly mesmerized by Sloan's appearance. You don't get it really, but despite following dress code she looked even hotter than before. "I-uh." You stammer and clear your throat to regain some composure. "I'm proud that you meant what you said."
"T-Thank you, Rodney," Sloan murmurs softly, her voice still thick with emotion from their earlier conversation. As she looks up at him, her gaze seems to dance between his eyes and lips, making it impossible for her not to feel a tiny thrill of desire coursing through her once again. Her cheeks flush crimson at the memory of admitting her feelings for him only moments ago; now, the admission feels even more vulnerable than before.
"I-I'm sorry I was so distracting in class," she continues awkwardly. "It won't happen again." She swallows hard and forces a shaky smile onto her lips, hoping that he believes her. The tension between them seems to stretch impossibly tight, almost painful; they stand only inches apart, yet it feels like there's an unbridgeable gulf separating them.
Suddenly, the bell rings once again and the other students begin streaming into the room. Sloan jumps slightly as she realizes she's still standing at the doorway, blocking their path to class. "O-Okay... I should get in there," she says with a faint laugh, clearing her throat nervously before stepping aside and ducking inside the classroom. As she takes her seat, she can feel Rodney's gaze on her again, intense and almost unbearable. Her heart races and she struggles not to squirm in her chair as he continues watching her throughout the entire lesson.
As the class progresses, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on teaching and not just staring at Sloan. There's something about her that draws your attention like no other student before her. You can tell she's trying hard to be good in class and follow the rules now that things have been laid out between the two of you, but it's difficult for you to see past how attractive she is or how she seems to affect you every time she's around. You remind yourself of the line you drew with her yesterday, trying to convince yourself that nothing will ever happen between you two. The bell rang dismissing the class again. As the students rushed out of the room to get to their next class you notice Sloan still gathering her things. You make your way over to help her with her things, but she suddenly turned around bumping into you and dropping everything she was holding. "Sorry." You say apologetically as you both bend down to pick up the items off the floor. "N-no it was my fault." Sloan responded a bit flustered. She felt like she just ran into an brick wall. So firm and unmoving. As they both picked up the items Rodney and Sloan reached for the same item, touching hands. A jolt struck both of them causing both their hearts to pound as they stared into each others eyes.
Sloan felt her entire body tense up at the contact, her breath catching in her throat as their fingers brushed against one another. Their eyes meet and she is unable to look away, unable to deny the sudden surge of desire that fills her at this intimate moment. For a heart-stopping instant, everything else fades away until there is only Rodney and her, trapped in this tiny bubble where nothing else matters but their connection.
Her heart races even faster as she realizes what just happened; the line between them has been blurred further than ever before. Part of her wants to pull away, to regain some sense of control over the situation, but another part urges her to stay close, to keep exploring this newfound territory with him. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and gently touches his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Rodney..." she whispers, leaning closer still. Their faces are so close now that their breath mingles together, sending shivers down her spine.
Her lips part, instinctively seeking out his as they've done countless times in her dreams. With one last tremulous breath, she closes the distance between them, pressing her mouth against his. Heat explodes through her body as their tongues dance together, tangling and twining in a hungry duet. As she feels him respond to her kiss, Sloan throws caution to the wind, giving herself over entirely to this moment of reckless passion. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's embrace.
You feel her soft lips press against yours and you respond instinctively. Her tongue seeks entrance to your mouth and finds it easily, tangling with your own in a dance of desire that sends shivers down your spine. It was a brief kiss that lasted only a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever. You quickly come back to your senses and pull away from Sloan, staring at her as she panted in desire. "Get to class." You say a little coldly, but it was more surprise and shock at the realization at what just happened. Sloan nodded vigorously as if she just did something wrong and quickly made her way towards the door into the hallway. Rodney couldn't see but Sloan wore the biggest smile on her face and her fingers on her lips. She couldn't believe that just happened. She took one glance back at Rodney who stood there frozen, his hand on his lips as he stared blankly at the ground where they kissed. "Eek!" she screamed quietly and excitedly. She knew something sparked between them. There was a chance still. Her mood did a complete 180 as she walked out of the classroom and towards her next class.
As she hurried down the hallway, the memory of their kiss playing over and over in her mind like a private movie reel, Sloan couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope. Despite Rodney's somewhat cold reaction, she had felt his desire and knew that there was still something between them. She just needed to find a way to build on this new foundation and make him see her as more than just a student he should stay away from.
Throughout the rest of the day, she kept their kiss secretly tucked away in the back of her mind, drawing strength from it when the familiar feeling of longing and lust threatened to overwhelm her. She tried to focus on her schoolwork and behave appropriately around Rodney, all while keeping a careful eye on him and seeking out subtle signs that he might be reciprocating her affections.
As the final bell rang and students streamed out of their classrooms, Sloan gathered her things quickly, anxious to talk to Rodney one last time before going home for the night. When she spotted him standing at his desk, his back turned to her as he shuffled some papers around, she felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. This was her chance.
Slowly, she approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. "Goodnight, Rodney," she murmured softly, knowing full well that he could feel how close she really was to him now. She paused for a moment, relishing the contact, before whispering one more thing into his ear: "I'll see you tomorrow."
He felt her touch and knew immediately who it was that had wrapped their arms around him. He turned slowly to face her and found her staring up at him with those big doe eyes, her lips slightly parted as she awaited his reaction. Despite himself, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Goodnight, Sloan." He said softly, leaning forward just enough that their faces were inches apart. Her scent enveloped him, making it difficult to think straight. The way her body pressed against his sent shockwaves through his system and he had to fight back the urge to pull her closer still. He shook his head in disapproval once more trying to remind himself of his position. "Draw the line." He said to himself. The next morning it was business as usual. He greeted the students one by one as they entered his classroom like any other day, but was wary of one particular student, Sloan. He had refueled his resolve to strictly keep their relationship as student and teacher. Yesterday was a slip up. It will NOT happen again. He thought trying to convince himself.
As Sloan takes her seat at the front of the classroom, she can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Despite their brief exchange the night before, she's not entirely sure where things stand between them now. She tries to focus on her work, pen moving smoothly across the page as Rodney begins his lecture for the day. But every so often, her gaze wanders up to meet his, seeking some sort of reassurance or understanding in his eyes.
The rest of the class passes by uneventfully, with neither of them making any further overtures toward each other. However, Sloan can't shake the feeling that there's a new tension in the air whenever they make eye contact. It thrills her, yet also leaves her feeling uncertain about what might happen next. As the bell rings for dismissal, she lingers by her desk, debating whether or not to say anything to Rodney before leaving.
Finally, mustering up all of her courage, she stands and approaches him once more. "Rodney," she says softly, forcing herself to keep her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I... I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. It won't happen again, I promise." Her gaze drops momentarily before meeting his once more, imploring him to believe her.
There's a long silence as he studies her face intently, and Sloan feels like she might explode from the anticipation. Finally, he breaks the silence with a sigh. "I appreciate that," he says slowly, "but I should be the one to apologize to you." His voice is gentler than before, but there's an unyielding firmness to it as well.